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Chapter two hundred and ninety first torture

When the explosion sounded, Gu Chen and the three men who were lying in ambush in the ditch immediately drew out their knives and rushed towards the house in front. The choking smoke of gunpowder still filled the front of the house, and the fire had been blown away by the shock wave of the thunderous explosion.

It went out, and it suddenly became dark in front of the house.

However, although the movements of the three people in Guchen were fast, they were still not as fast as the two Ye Buzui who were still shaking the sky to the touch. Before the smoke cleared, the two Ye Buzui rushed in immediately with sabers still dripping with blood.

He entered the room, and then there were two dull gunshots and several muffled hums coming from inside.

When Gu Chen and the three of them rushed into the house, the fighting inside was over. This is what a real life-and-death fight is like. There is no fancy fighting, every knife and every shot is so bloody, and often the fight takes place in the blink of an eye.

It's over

"Wei Lao Er, Wei Lao San, what's wrong with you?" Gu Chen, who was holding a blunderbuss in his left hand and a saber in his right hand, rushed into the house first and shouted.

What caught their eyes at this time was an almost unbelievable sight. There were several people lying in the room, including four Qing soldiers with their lower bodies naked, and two of them wearing Fende Bashiku and

The other two are wearing the armor of ordinary horse soldiers.

Gu Chen didn't have time to take a closer look at the Qing soldiers. His eyes quickly turned to the other two companions.

The two brothers Wei Laoer and Wei Laosan were the first to rush into the house just now. At this moment, one of them was half-kneeling on the ground, panting heavily, while the other was lying on the ground motionless, with a stream of blood pouring from the corner of his mouth.

"Wei Laosan, Wei Laoer, what's wrong?" Gu Chen helped the man lying on the ground and turned around to ask the man half-kneeling on the ground next to him.

"Ahem, cough..." Wei Laosan coughed for a long time, and then he said with a sad smile: "Gutou didn't expect that our two brothers would be careless today. There are four offal in this room for me and the second child.

I killed two of them with my handgun, but I didn't expect there were two more in the room. I accidentally hit my dick with a hammer, and I was stabbed in the thigh by a Tatar's flying knife. Damn it, next time.

When I enter the house again, I must first throw a thunderbolt to them, but those two little turtles didn't get any benefits, and they were poked by me and the second son." Wei Laosan said with blood still leaking from the corners of his mouth.

There was a trace of blood

Gu Chen frowned and said, "Stop talking and bandage the wound first."

After saying hello, he called the two Ye Bu Zhan over and helped the two Wei brothers up. He took out a first aid kit sealed with oilcloth. Gu Chen tore open the seal with his mouth and quickly bandaged Wei Laosan's wound.

The first aid kit is a special item invented by Qingzhou. It was made by Pang Gang and imitated the first aid kits of later generations. It is a first aid tool that allows soldiers to save themselves in emergency conditions. It includes high-temperature sterilized bandages, cotton, and a small bottle of sterilized

As soon as this first aid kit was launched, it was welcomed and praised by Ye Fushou who often wandered behind enemy lines.

However, Wei Lao'er was hit hard with a blunt object at this time, causing internal bleeding. The first aid kit was of little use, so he could only be laid flat on a plate temporarily.

After taking care of the Wei brothers, I had time to look around the house this morning. Lying motionless on the big bed in the house was a woman whose face was obscured by long hair and whose face was covered in bruises.

When Gu Chen stepped forward and picked up a thin quilt from the kang and was about to cover her body, he discovered that the woman's limbs had been nailed to the kang alive with wooden nails by the Qing soldiers, and her lower body was completely covered.

It was a mess, and the corners of the woman's mouth were bloody and bloody, and she had obviously bitten her tongue and committed suicide.

Gu Chen gently covered the woman's body with a thin quilt. He suppressed the overwhelming anger in his heart. He took a few deep breaths to suppress his anger and asked in a low voice: "Is there anyone left alive?"

Fang Laosi on the side replied: "Boss, there are still two living Tatars. One of them is worth a share of Shiku based on his armor."

"Clean the battlefield immediately, Zhao Ding, and interrogate him quickly."

"yes"

The eldest Ye Buzuo, who had been standing silently behind Gu Chen, stood up.

This man is about forty years old, with a thin yellow face that looks like he is malnourished. Judging from his age, he is already past the age of being a soldier. According to the rules of the Qingzhou Army, a corps commander over thirty-five years old

The following sergeants should be forced to retire and work in various farms or factories and mines. However, this man named Zhao Ding can still stay in the Ming Army's most elite Ye Bu Shu, which shows that he must have special skills.

Zhao Ding came to a sturdy Qing soldier who had been stabbed in the stomach, and asked in Manchu with a ferocious smile: "Now you answer every question I ask to avoid suffering, do you understand?"

"Pooh"

As soon as Zhao Ding finished speaking, the Qing soldier spat a mouthful of bloody spit on Zhao Ding's face. Zhao Ding was not angry, but just laughed ferociously. His burnt-yellow face looked particularly scary in the faint starlight, "Okay.

Boy, you have the guts, I hope your waist can be as hard as your mouth."

After saying that, Zhao Ding pulled out a heavy knife about three feet long from his back. He held the knife with both hands and slashed hard at the Qing soldier. The heavy knife was thick and sharp.

That Qing soldier was cut into two pieces in one go.

Immediately, masses of fuzzy stuff flowed out of the Qing soldier's body. Only then did the Qing soldier feel an indescribable pain welling up in his heart. He looked at his upper body in horror, and his upper body suddenly fell to the ground.

After moving twice, a howl that didn't sound like a human voice suddenly sounded.

The Chinese have an appropriate name for this kind of punishment, which is called cutting in half.

This kind of punishment is one of the tortures used by ancient officials to execute prisoners. When the executioner cuts the prisoner into two pieces with a sharp knife, the prisoner will not die immediately, but will struggle on the ground for a long time. However, this

Everyone knows this kind of pain. This Qing soldier was cut in two. For a strong soldier like him, who has a strong body and strong vitality, the pain will last for a long time, and he will die slowly in the end.

The punishment can be said to be quite cruel

The screams of this Qing soldier shook the sky and spread far away in the dark night.

Gu Chen frowned when he looked at the Qing soldier whose upper body was still climbing on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "Zhao Ding, move quickly, it's not safe here. Leave as soon as you're done."

A smile appeared on Zhao Ding's burnt yellow face. He walked to the side of Fende Bashiku, whose head was still bleeding. He pulled out a sharp dagger from the trousers of his calf and put it in front of his face with a fierce sound.

Said: "Say, if you don't want to be slowly played to death by me, you can just go with me."

The sturdy Fende Bashiku looked at the cold dagger in front of him, with a look of fear on his face. He suddenly shouted, "Don't kill me, I say, I say everything."

As soon as Fendebo Shiku's words came out, everyone was slightly surprised. They were not surprised by this seemingly strong Fendebo Shiku's fear of death. After all, in this world, everyone is lacking, but there is no shortage of fear.

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They were surprised that this Fende Bashiku could speak Chinese, but then they thought about it. In recent years, more and more Han people have been kidnapped by the Qing Dynasty. It is not surprising that some Manchus can speak Chinese.

Soon, Zhao Ding took out what he wanted from the mouth of this young Qing army leader. Gu Chen frowned and said decisively: "Everyone, pack your things and set off immediately."

"Yes." The dagger in Zhao Ding's hand quickly drew an arc at Fendepo Shiku's throat. A stream of bright snowflakes splashed into the air, and the Qing soldier let out a "hahaha" from his throat.

voice, turned his eyes and looked at Zhao Ding with an expression of disbelief, and slowly fell to the ground.

Zhao Ding sneered, wiped the dagger on the corpse, and slowly walked to the female corpse on the kang. Looking at the female corpse with a look of fear and pain on her face when she died, a look of horror appeared on her face.

With a sad look, he said softly: "Sister, I know you are not willing to leave, but who can you blame? If you really want to blame, just blame this bastard world. Remember, when you are reincarnated in the next life, you must live in a peaceful and prosperous world.

"

At this time, the remaining Ye Bushou had finished cleaning the battlefield. Gu Chen nodded and said: "This harvest is not bad. There are more than a hundred taels of silver. This time we can each share more than ten taels."

"

Pang Gang's Qingzhou Army stipulates that ordinary soldiers can keep 40% for themselves, and elite soldiers like Ye Bu can keep 60% for themselves. However, these things are only limited to silver. If they are war horses, equipment and other items, they still have to be turned in, and then

Only the superiors will give you a reward based on the value of the thing or record a meritorious deed for you.

At this time, Fang Laosi also beheaded the bodies of the seven or eight Qing soldiers outside the house, stripped off their armor, packed them together, and put them on the horses brought by the Qing soldiers. These could be replaced

Don’t waste the good things you get from silver or military merit.

Gu Chen looked at the people who were still busy and couldn't help but urge: "Everyone, hurry up, we have to leave."

After a while, the three people in Guchen helped the Wei brothers onto their horses and walked quietly to the end of the village. Behind them were more than 20 captured war horses.

When they arrived at the entrance of the village, Gu Chen, who was walking in front, suddenly changed his expression and said in a low voice: "No, there is the sound of horse hooves in the east. It is estimated that the number of horses is not less than a hundred. Let's go south quickly."

After saying that, Gu Chen clamped his feet on the horse's belly, whipped his whip with a crackling sound, and took the lead in galloping towards the south. Dozens of pairs of horse hooves made a loud sound on the ground.

Soon, there was a loud sound of horse hooves coming from the east side. Soon a group of Qing cavalry wearing red armor and wearing red flags like lightning rod hats appeared here and stopped. Soon a group of Qing riders appeared and stopped.

The cavalry rushed into the village, and then he rushed out with a panicked voice and loudly reported to the leader.

After hearing the report, the leader of the Qing soldiers turned cold. Then he yelled a few times and waved his hand. The Qing cavalry team immediately chased southward... (Unfinished)

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