"...After an hour, if you have not withdrawn from Tongding City, you can wait to collect the bodies of the Twelve Princes. Of course, the sooner you withdraw, the Twelve Princes will suffer less. You know,
I promised the people of Baoxin City that I would avenge them." After speaking coldly, Yun Jingchu raised his hand and ordered loudly: "Generals, listen to the order, retreat one mile, and rest where you are!" Yun Jingchu said
Chu Yi waved his hand and the army retreated in an orderly manner.
After retreating for nearly a mile, Yun Jingchu commanded the army to rest on the spot. The reason why he retreated was because this way, the shooting range of each other's bows and arrows would be out of reach, which would make it easier for her to do certain things.
Yun Jingchu ordered people to set up a cross, tied Dajir to it, took off his coat, dipped a whip in salt water, and whipped him with different strengths. Dajir gritted his teeth and tried not to make a sound, but sometimes he was beaten
He was so cruel, but he still couldn't help but groan.
If they were all hit with the same force, maybe Dajier would not be so painful. The same pain would become numb after getting used to it. He was just afraid that it would be light and heavy sometimes. He didn't know when a severe one would come, and he kept thinking about it.
If you can't let go, the mental torture will be greater than the physical pain.
Yun Jingchu just sat aside and leisurely cooked and ate barbecue.
On the tower, Dasir's eyes were filled with tears, Damour's face was gloomy, and Mao Dan's expression was deep, and it was hard to tell what he was thinking.
Every once in a while, Yun Jingchu loudly asked Dasil and Damour on the top of the city: "How about it, Ninth Prince and Thirteenth Prince, have you made up your mind?"
Dashil was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He tried to persuade Damour and Maodan at one moment, but unfortunately, both of them gritted their teeth and refused to let go.
A quarter of an hour passed. Yun Jingchu suddenly raised the condiment in his hand and said to the executing soldier: "Put some of this condiment on the twelve princes. I will use it later."
"Yes." The soldier took the notice of seasonings expressionlessly, dipped a brush into the seasonings inside, and applied honey, salt, chili, cumin, layer by layer, to the wounds of the Twelve Princes...
Prince Rao Twelve was a tough man and couldn't help but scream in agony.
Dasil's face turned pale when he heard this, and he was always angry and anxious. He pointed at Yun Jingchu from a distance and said sternly: "Smelly bitch, stop it!"
"Thirteenth Prince, don't be anxious. I can give you a suggestion. Don't you have 40,000 people in your hands? You can force your ninth brother to withdraw from the city. This way, you don't have to watch your twelfth brother suffer.
That’s it.” Yun Jingchu suggested with a smile.
When Dashil heard this, he said angrily: "Don't promote discord, I will not be fooled by you."
Yun Jingchu sneered, "It seems that you don't care about the life and death of your twelfth brother as much as you show." After saying that, Yun Jingchu turned to Dajier, "How about it? Twelve princes, can you see these brothers of yours clearly?"
His true face?"
Because of the pain, Dajir's face turned purple, he gritted his teeth and groaned, unwilling to answer.
"It seems that I am too merciful," Yun Jingchu's face darkened, and then he said to the execution soldiers: "Take off some pieces of meat from the chest of the twelfth prince. I will roast it and entertain his brothers.
, maybe his brother will have a conscience after eating his flesh, and he may not care about his life or death."
The executioner responded expressionlessly, "Yes." He turned around, took a slender sheep-killing knife, and walked towards Dajier under the horrified eyes.