"Drag him down and beat him with two hundred army sticks!" Liu Ziguang gave the order, and the people from the military discipline team immediately rushed forward, pushed the stunned squad leader to the ground, and beat him in public. If the two hundred army sticks were taken down, this small life would be considered a punishment.
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"Fellow fellow villagers, if you have any vengeance or complaint, if anyone wants to stop you, you can go directly to the Military Discipline Corps or to me. Well, the one wearing the red belt is the Military Discipline Corps." Liu Ziguang said to the stunned common people.
"You really enforce the law like a mountain and love the people like your children. The imperial army is so kind, and I can't thank you enough." The common people kowtowed to Liu Ziguang's departing stalwart figure. After standing up, their faces that were so respectful just now changed.
Filled with murderous intent, they held sticks and surrounded the bannermen, women and children...
Massacre is indeed a problem. After thinking about it, Liu Ziguang issued an order. All the captured Eight Banners soldiers were killed. The remaining old and weak men and women were put on public trial according to their crimes. Those with murder cases were handed over to the victims. During the execution, torture was prohibited. Only
Beheading is allowed. Other women, young and old are not allowed to be killed. For the time being... let the soldiers do whatever they want. During the war, we can't talk about so much humanity, and that's all we can do.
Although Governor Songshou was tall and fat, and looked fat, he was actually very clever. When he saw the overwhelming army and people, he immediately had a problem with him. He took the lead and fired a round of bows and arrows before sneaking away, wearing heavy armor.
He took off his clothes and threw them into the river. Wearing only a jade-colored war robe and a saber, he rolled and crawled out of the secret passage that carried water in the inner and outer cities.
Song Shou found a private house to hide for a while. While everyone was focusing on attacking the inner city, he slipped into a secluded alley. He looked around and saw no one was around. He spread his two thick thighs and felt all over his body.
The fat meat trembled slightly, and he ran towards a safe place. Where was the safe place? Song Shou didn't know, he only knew that the farther he could run, the better. The Ming army came too suddenly, and the people of Jinan also rioted. He had such an obvious goal.
It's too dangerous to walk in the city. You should find a place to sneak out of the city. If you want to run towards Qingzhou, you should take the east gate and go in a big circle. Those residents who were so honest yesterday are like crazy and today everyone is emptying out to attack the inner city.
, just took the opportunity to run away.
Fu Jin and his ten or so children can't be cared about anymore. The most important thing now is his own life, leaving the green hills without fear of running out of firewood. There are endless Han dogs, they can rise up and rebel with just a flame, etc.
When the troops are mobilized, they must massacre the city for three days. No, they must massacre the city for ten days. Only by killing everyone can they feel at ease.
Song Shou was thinking wildly, walking secretly in the deserted alley. A morning mist appeared in the deserted alley. In the mist, he vaguely saw a person standing in front of him. He was wearing a torn and shapeless war robe, with his left hand
He was leaning on a cane and holding a broken knife in his right hand. There was a trace of murderous intent and a trace of relief on his thin face.
This shirt! This expression! Song Shou was shocked. Isn't this the standard dress of the Ming army who fought to the death in the Battle of Jinan ten years ago? To say that Lao Shizi's "Eight Hundred Martyrs of Jinan" is really not worthy of mention, even the Manchus
We all admire their courage. Could it be...could it be that they met a ghost?
What Governor Songshou met was not a ghost, but a tangerine peeler who had arrived belatedly. He had a crippled leg and could not walk fast, but unexpectedly he met Songshou, the great enemy of the people of Jinan. What a blessing!
The broken knife that had been buried for a long time was still sharp, and holding it in his hand made him more courageous. Although the old military uniform at the bottom of the box was worn out, he felt confident when wearing it. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to that tragic morning ten years ago, with the ringing in his ears.
The tragic "Man Jiang Hong" and the shocking sound of killing...
"Jiahui, leave quickly! Protect the head of the Governor!" After saying these words to him, Gao Shen led the last 800 brothers and resolutely rushed towards the Qing army's cavalry. Where could the Tatars be if they were tired from the long battle?
The opponent of the cavalry just tried in vain to cover his escape with flesh and blood. Chen Jiahui took the baggage containing the remains of Master Sun and rode away. He looked back with tears from time to time. The brothers were struck by the horse's sword, but no one retreated.
After General Gao Shen was exhausted after killing several Qing soldiers, he was cut in two by a tall Zhenghongqi general. Then the Qing general chopped down more than a dozen Ming soldiers in a row, which was extremely cruel.
Poor Chen Jiahui didn't run very far when he was shot down by random arrows. He was hit by more than ten arrows and was pressed down by a dead horse. Then the Qing army's horse trampled his left leg and he was unconscious for three days.
He was revived by the old man who collected the body and has survived ever since.
The Chen Jiahui of the past and the Chen Pijiang of today put on the uniform of the Ming Dynasty ten years ago, picked up the sword of ten years ago, pointed at the panicked enemy Song Shou in front of him and shouted: "His Majesty the late Sunge, the governor of Shandong Province in the Ming Dynasty.
Chen Jiahui, Commander-in-Chief of the Left Forward Battalion, has been waiting here for a long time!"
Songshou was furious, and a lame man came to scare me with a broken knife. He thought I was scared, so I cut him down quickly to escape.
Songshou roared loudly, showed the majesty of ten years ago, and slashed at him with his sword. Although he was fat, he was still quite dexterous in fighting. He was tall, the sword was long, and his strength was fierce. For a moment, Chen Pijiang could only parry.
Chen Pijiang's legs and feet were inconvenient, his weapons were short, and his long-term lack of nutrition led to a serious lack of strength. However, he still kept fighting. He was hit by countless knives and lost a lot of blood. The broken knife in his hand still struck Song Shou, who
He was shocked by this life-threatening fighting style. This is simply an immortal Xiaoqiang. Why is his blood so long? How did he know that Chen Pijiang was not fighting alone at this moment? Supervisor Sun, General Gao, and eight hundred martyrs were fighting at this moment.
Possessed by their souls, they accompanied Chen Jiahui and gave him endless courage and strength.
Song Shou eats a lot, and each meal has enough portions for more than a dozen people. He got up early today and didn't come to have breakfast in a hurry. He was hungover last night, and after a quick run and a fight here, gradually
The heart of the earth began to hurt, his eyes were a little blurred, and his mind began to feel dizzy. He reluctantly persisted, and saw an opportunity and slashed at Chen Pijiang's head, but he clearly hit his head. How could he stop it?
The knife flew out. Is there really someone secretly helping him? How could Songshou, who lacked knowledge about health care, know that he was tall, fat, had a poor diet, lacked exercise, and was already suffering from high blood pressure, arteriosclerosis, coronary heart disease, and diabetes?
It is easy to have hallucinations, and the tangerine peeler and the hard stone wall seem to overlap.
Chen Pijiang took this opportunity and threw himself forward with one leg. He threw the tall Song Shou to the ground and strangled his arms tightly. He shouted at the top of his lungs: "Grab Song Shou!"
He wanted to call for reinforcements! Song Shou was anxious. He took out a small knife for eating meat from his waist with his right hand and stabbed the lame man on top. He didn't know how many times he stabbed him, but the man's arms were like iron.
He strangled himself like a hoop and refused to let go. People from all over had noticed the fighting here. Soldiers and people with weapons rushed towards this place after hearing the news.
Chen Pijiang strangled Song Shou with his big iron hands that were used to peel off the soles and heels of his boots all year round. He let the short knife stab his chest and abdomen randomly. He was so excited that he couldn't feel any pain at all. With the loss of blood, his body...
His spirit became blurry little by little, and he was reminded of the tragic "Man Jiang Hong" again. Supervisor Sun, General Gao, and other brothers in the camp were encouraging him: "Jiahui, hold on, don't do it."
Let go! If you hold on for a while, Jinan City will be saved, and the imperial army will arrive..."
When the soldiers and people arrived, Chen Pijiang had already bled to death, but he did not let go of Song Shou until his death. The huge Song Shou lay on the ground unable to get up and was captured alive. In order to separate him,
Between the two of them, people had to cut off two pieces of fat from the area where Song Shou was strangled. The hero who held Song Shou back was a mandarin leatherworker who was repairing shoes and leather goods in the south gate. How come he was wearing a broken livery of Ming Jun?
Woolen cloth?
The old people who had witnessed the Battle of Jinan ten years ago immediately recognized that this was the military uniform of the Left Forward Battalion under Governor Sun. It turned out that this taciturn and unknown cobbler was actually one of the famous 800 martyrs!
Opening the uniform, you can see a few words written vaguely on the blood-soaked inner placket: Mr. Chen Jiahui. Presumably this is the size of the martyr. There is also a folded parchment, which has been covered with Song Shou's short sword.
Several holes were dug and opened, and it turned out that the location where the remains of Governor Sun were buried was recorded on them.
With tears in their eyes, everyone lifted up the hero's body, and an old man donated his own materials for burial. As for Song Shou, a thug whose hands were stained with the blood of the people of Jinan, he was tied up and carried to the street for public display. Since the "Ming Army" Marshal Liu prohibited the killing, he was heartbroken.
The unwilling people recommended several highly respected people to speak out.
The old man Lu Chengfeng was the recommended candidate. He saw that the commander-in-chief of the imperial army was young, that is, in his twenties, and he looked very mighty. It seemed that he must have made great military achievements and was a general.
"What is written in ten thousand characters?" Liu Ziguang asked, pointing to the dozens of rice papers filled with cursive scripts. No wonder he didn't recognize it. The people begged an old man with good calligraphy to write this ten thousand character book.
It’s really hard to describe the various crimes of Song Shou. Listening to people’s complaints, the calligrapher couldn’t control his anger, so he wrote a lot of words with a splash of ink. Due to being too angry, the original running script gradually turned into
It was written in cursive and then turned into cursive.
Lu Chengfeng still had some literary accomplishments and could recognize cursive script. He took the rice paper and read out the words on the paper one by one. After reading it, he broke down in tears. Looking at the iron-clad generals around him, their eyes were also red.
He clenched his fists tightly, wishing to eat Song Shou alive immediately.
After hearing this, Liu Ziguang's face turned a little dark. This was simply a replica of the Nanjing Massacre. The blood feud of the people of Jinan must be carried out, and the beast like Song Shou must not be allowed to die happily.
"Mr. Lu, according to your opinion, how should Song Shou die?" Liu Ziguang wanted to seek the people's opinions first.
The plan to execute Song Shou has been planned countless times in Lu Chengfeng's mind. In the past ten years, he has executed Song Shou thousands of times in fantasy. Now that the dream is about to come true, and the specific plan has to be provided by himself, the old man is very happy.
Shivering.
"Commander, let this old man tell you slowly. There are many killing skills..."
According to the plan provided by Lu Chengfeng, Song Shou could choose the following methods of death: Ling Chi, dismembered by five horses, cut in half, skinned, lighting sky lanterns, buried alive, poured boiling oil...
These methods of death have their own merits: Lingchi executions are often used on those evildoers who conspire to rebel or are disobedient and unfilial. First, a knife is cut on the scalp to cover the eyes with the hanging skin, and then the whole body is covered with fishing nets to tighten the flesh.
Get up and cut from the chest. Only after 3,600 cuts can the prisoner be allowed to die. Otherwise, the executioner will have to be punished. Liu Jin, the eunuch who was full of crimes, died from this torture. Five-horse horses were used to separate the prisoners.
The head and limbs of the Qin State were cut off, and the horses were ordered to run wildly in different directions, tearing the human body into five parts. It is said that Shang Yang of Qin State died from this punishment; beheading is to use a large guillotine to cut off the person directly from the middle, and the person is instantly dead.
He is still alive in the underworld, and can even crawl on the ground dragging his intestines. Prime Minister Li Si of the Qin Dynasty would be very frightened if he thought about it in the underworld. The celebrity who was lit up with sky lanterns was undoubtedly Dong Zhuo. The fat on this fat man's body was enough to burn it.
Three days and three nights; burying a person alive is also very particular. They bury the person in the ground with only the head exposed, then make a small hole in the head and pour the mercury in. The whole person is itchy and unbearable, and it can break through the skin and jump out. It makes me feel uncomfortable just thinking about it.
fear;
Of course, Song Shou would not choose any of them. This honor belongs to Marshal Liu. After analyzing the actual situation, Liu Ziguang gave instructions with a stroke of his pen: light a sky lantern. This is a way to die that is more suitable for Song Shou, who is extremely obese.
A lamp grass was stuck in his belly button and all the fat in his body was gradually burned away. This was a long and painful process. Watching oneself slowly burn away was a great torture to the human spirit.
"You are so handsome and wise!" Lu Chengfeng praised with two thumbs up.
"You're welcome, old man. I have a gift for you, too." Liu Ziguang is the kind of person who always shines brightly when given a little sunshine. When people respectfully call him "marshal," he brazenly calls himself "I am handsome."
The so-called gift was brought over by two soldiers. It was the prefect who was wearing a shabby look and a short jacket.
When Sun Zhixian saw this insidious and shameless traitor, Lu Chengfeng was immediately furious, and regardless of etiquette, he pounced on him and beat him violently.
After beating Sun Zhixian more than a dozen times, the old man realized that he was being disrespectful in front of the commander. He quickly knelt down and apologized: "Old man was reckless. Please punish the commander."
"Mr. Lu has a charming temperament. What's the crime? Everyone is a traitor, and even I want to bite him off." Liu Ziguang quickly helped Lu Chengfeng up and said with a smile.
"The greatest traitor of all time, Ling Chi is the best!" Lu Chengfeng really believed that the deep-seated hatred of Sun Zhixian among the Han people in the world could not be resolved without cutting him into pieces with a thousand swords.
"Mr. Just Yi." Marshal Liu looked at the ashen-faced Sun Zhixian and approved Lu Chengfeng's suggestion.