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7-62 Kidnapping in the Palace

7-63 Tribulation Field

After leaving Xuanwu Gate, walk south, cross the moat and walk a short distance until you reach a crossroads. This has been the execution ground since the Northern Ming Dynasty. During the post-autumn court trials and when many prisoners were executed in Beijing, they were arranged from east to west.

, the executioner held the knife and beheaded the prisoners in sequence from east to west. After the prisoners were killed, the bodies were taken away, and the blood stains were covered with loess mats. After that, some people started selling vegetables here, and the vegetable market was booming, so the vegetable market entrance was named after it.

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The distance from Xuanwumen to Caishikou is two miles. This road is dotted with hotels and shops. It is usually very lively. Today, when there is a murder, it is even more crowded and crowded. All the idle people from Sijiu City gather around.

Watching beheadings, there were no healthy and uplifting entertainment activities in those days. In addition to drinking, watching movies, prostitution, and gambling, watching beheadings at the market entrance was thrilling and bloody, and it gave you great sensory satisfaction. More importantly, it cost you just a copper.

No need to spend money. So today, the idlers have been waiting since early in the morning. The teahouses and restaurants around Caishikou are full of spectators. They ordered melon seed tea and spent their time slowly, chatting and waiting for that wonderful moment to arrive.

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Juyou Teahouse next to Caishikou can just see the second floor of the center of the execution ground. It is full of guests. The young men are running back and forth quickly with big teapots. They are very busy. As soon as they come across the murderers, they will be doing business here.

Incredible.

"Master Wu, I haven't seen you for a while. Why do you have so much time to spare?" A middle-aged banner man in a long mandarin jacket greeted another official in the teahouse with a smile.

"Hey, isn't this the Fifth Master Turtle? Isn't it? Today, at the entrance of the vegetable market, there will be a rebellion against the traitors. I don't want to come and watch the fun and see if these Han people still have the courage to rebel against our Qing Dynasty in the future."

The officer answered in a Beijing accent while teasing the golden bird in the cage.

"I heard that the people killed today were a family from Wanping County. I really don't know what Han people like them think about what was so bad about the Qing Dynasty and why they think about rebellion all the time."

"Those thieves just need to be chopped down. Just kill ten or eight of them every day."

There was a handsome young man at the table next to him. When he heard the conversation between the two bannermen, his eyebrows were raised and he was about to stand up and make a fuss, but he was immediately stopped by the people next to him.

"Wen Pei! Be calm and never lose the big for the small." Song Ziyue said calmly. He was wearing a suede white robe today and holding a folding fan in his hand. He looked very chic. The book boy standing behind him was holding a folding fan in his hand.

Holding swords and guqins. Sitting around the table were young heroes from the Tiandi Society. At this time, they all obeyed the orders of the leader, Song Ziyue.

Song Ziyue's mood was very complicated, a little nervous, a little proud, and a little scared. This feeling of being a leader is really good, and the girl he has always liked is sitting next to him, so obedient, so cooperative, but for

For greater interests, I have to betray these people...

Juyou Tea House is the temporary headquarters of the Tiandihui Death Squadron. It has a good view and is well connected in all directions, making it easy to issue orders. The surrounding streets and alleys are filled with heroes of the Death Squadron. In order not to attract attention, the weapons are placed in several large vehicles.

In the car, the heroes used their bare hands and pretended to be idlers watching the excitement, squatting on the roadside and waiting for the arrival of the prison car.

Xuanwumen in the inner city,

In the Hidden Soldier Cave, a thousand soldiers from the Shenji Battalion armed with secret weapons were quietly waiting for orders, and another thousand cavalrymen from the Xiaoqi Battalion were also waiting quietly. Bits were placed in the mouths of the war horses to prevent them from neighing.

These two troops are elite forces affiliated to the Zhenghuang Banner. The generals wearing yellow cloth-covered copper ingot armor sit upright on the Hu

On the bed (folding bench), I stared at the flag officer on the city wall. As long as there was an order from Caishikou, I would open the city gate and rush straight in, catching all the rebels. Just now there was another message from the palace.

The new order requires the soldiers to be merciless and to suppress the riot in a spirit of preferring to kill a thousand people by mistake rather than letting one go.

The general in charge of commanding them was Shi Lun, the commander of the Zhenghuang Banner. The old general was calmly wiping his sword on the tower of Xuanwumen. On the table were a telescope and an exquisite short fire gun, which could penetrate

Advanced weapon of armor

The weapon was forged by the Military Aircraft Department using technology stolen from Nanming. Its power made Shi Lun very satisfied. The Ministry of War Firearms Workshop worked overtime to produce two hundred weapons, all of which were equipped with the Shenji Battalion. According to his son Shi Erkang, the guards in the palace

None of them are equipped.

There was still an hour before noon, when several prison vans were rolled out from the prison of the Ministry of Punishments. The disheveled Dai Zhongying stood in the first van. His disheveled gray hair and scars on his face made it almost unrecognizable to this once proud man.

The old hero, kid Dai Wenlong and other people from Daijiazhuang were locked in prison cars at the back.

The wooden wheels covered with iron hoops were traveling on the stone floor, and two teams of criminal officials were accompanying them. The people watching along the way were all pointing and cursing at the prisoners in the prison car. It is no wonder that the residents in the inner city

They are either bannermen or hardcore traitors. They will not have the slightest pity for the death of the Dai family.

The prison car passed through Xuanwumen amidst the scoldings of the people, crossed the Xuanwumen moat commonly known as the "Broken Soul Bridge", and headed towards Caishikou. Shi Lun on the tower looked at the prison car going away and put his sword into its sheath.

, put on the helmet and said: "Every department checks the equipment and prepares to attack!"

Beyond Xuanwumen is the Outer City. There are many Han people living here. Most Han people still admire the heroes who fought against the Qing Dynasty and restored the Ming Dynasty. However, due to the harsh punishments of the imperial court, no one dared to express the slightest sympathy.

, could only watch the prison car passing by silently.

On the second floor of Juyou Tea House, "The condemned prisoners have left the city gate!" someone with sharp eyes shouted. Dai Wenpei, dressed in men's clothing, hurried to the window to take a look. He saw several prison carts pulled by donkeys slowly approaching under the watch of officers and soldiers.

, no see for a few days,

Dad's figure was already so haggard. Tears were streaming from Dai Wenpei's eyes. She bit her lip tightly and clenched her fists with both hands. Suddenly, a big warm hand fell on Dai Wenpei's shoulder. She turned around and saw that it was Song Ziyue.

"Be strong!" Song Ziyue said softly.

"Yes!" Dai Wenpei nodded heavily. At this time, Song Ziyue was her pillar of support. Without Song Ziyue's decision, today would be the day she and her father parted ways. For some reason, another person appeared in Dai Wenpei's heart for a moment.

The shadow of a human being, "Chief Helmsman, is he really so ruthless and unwilling to save anyone?"

Time was running out, and there was no time to think too much. The distance of two miles was very short. In a blink of an eye, the prison car arrived at the center of Caishikou. The layout of the execution ground was very simple. It was a wooden platform with several tables and parasols, and the executioner sat on it.

Inside, he waited for the time to come and then ordered the knife to be executed.

The execution officer was Yin of Shuntian Prefecture. Dai Zhongying belonged to a prisoner in a county below Shuntian Prefecture. Shuntian Prefecture was an official in charge of the political security of the capital. It was natural that he would be responsible for supervising the execution. This also made this beheading activity possible.

The specifications are not that high, allowing the heroes of the Tribulation Field to start with confidence.

When the prison car arrived at Caishikou, the officers and soldiers drove the idle men watching the excitement to the roadside with their red tasseled guns, leaving a large open space. The executioners were the first to appear. Five sturdy men were dressed in red, with braids coiled around their necks.

Holding ghost-headed swords in their pockets, these butchers who kill people are very proud of their profession, and they can do it every time they go on stage.

It received a round of applause from the bored spectators, but this time there were some exceptions. The spectators were silent and focused on the prison car. Dai Zhongying was escorted down first. After this period of torture, the former tough guy had already

Unable to walk, two officials dragged him down, and the heavy handcuffs and shackles clanged loudly.

The officer held Dai Zhongying down in the empty execution ground. There was a white command arrow stuck in the old hero's neck, with the word "Zhan" written in black on it. He knelt silently on the execution ground, seeming to be numb and silent.

He didn't move around, just kneeling like this.

"What did they do to daddy?" Dai Wenpei asked anxiously.

"It may be that the vocal cords were cut or some kind of poison was given. Don't worry, Wenpei. After you get your father out, I will definitely find the best doctor to treat him." Song Ziyue comforted Dai Wenpei,

While giving instructions to his subordinates to prepare for action.

A member of the death squad stretched his hand out of the window and gently shook a red silk scarf. Seeing this activation signal, the heroes of the Tiandihui in the crowd moved towards the carriage with hidden weapons. At the same time, another group of people and horses

They also began to take action. These infantry and yamen soldiers in civilian clothes took out their sabers from under their seats and waited for the commander's order.

Dai Wenlong and several other members of his family were pulled out of the prison car one after another and knelt in a row from east to west. The little hero kept cursing even though his hands were tied. He desperately refused to kneel down and be tortured. In the end, he was forced down by two officers and soldiers.

Kneeling down, the spectators couldn't help but secretly admired in their hearts: This kid is really a man.

At three quarters past noon, suddenly a whirlwind blew up in the execution ground. The loess on the ground flew up and dazzled people's eyes. The sky also became dark, as if a heavy rain was coming. When the executioner saw the sky changing, he did not wait for the time.

Throwing a command arrow and shouting: "The time has come for execution!"


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