This is a troubled time. The poor discipline of officers and soldiers is notorious, and the common people are afraid and disgusted by them. This is also the reason why rebels and various chaotic religions can take advantage of it. In addition, most of the officers, soldiers and common people in this era also lack understanding.
The sense of national honor and belonging, simply put, is patriotism. Only a small number of scholars have this awareness. Most ordinary people are in a state of mind: as long as there is food to eat, whoever becomes emperor has nothing to do with me.
What Chang Yu is doing now is to subtly bring people of different groups together, so that they can begin to have a concept of the country, a sense of belonging, recognition, and a sense of honor!
Led by the King of Jin, Ping Xibo, and Governor Xuanda, the city's civil and military officials and thousands of officers and soldiers came to pay homage to the martyrs. Such a big fanfare attracted tens of thousands of people from all over the city to come and watch. There were many wealthy gentry and literati in the city. Then they saw and listened.
A shocking scene arrived.
Naturally, the hearts of the common people and the soldiers were extremely shaken, and each was touched in their own way.
Chang Yu's goal was achieved.
At noon, the palace held a banquet but broke up early. Cai Maode was anxious to go to the governor's office to give political lectures to Taiyuan officials, and then went to inspect Datong and Xuanfu. He was now the governor of Xuanda, and he had to take charge of more than just Taiyuan.
, those two places were turned upside down by Chang Yu, and he, the governor, had to wipe his butt.
Zhou Yuji also continued to be busy with various military affairs. He hurriedly said goodbye to Chang Yu and Shi Kefa and left. The Iron Triangle had only been together for less than a day before they went their separate ways again. Only Chang Yu and Jin Wang Zhu Shenxuan were left in the hall.
However, Zhu Shenxuan left after sitting there for a short time. All he could think about now was doing business and making money. He had no leisure time to sit and drink tea with Chang Yu.
Okay, everyone is busy, I am free. Chang Yu smiled bitterly, looked at the tea cup again and put it down gently, and returned to the other courtyard with his hands behind his back. Brother Zhu Cixiang and Kun Xing were playing chess in the hall, and Lian Xin and Qing Yi were helping Su Jing change her dressing.
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Chang Yu summoned Kuang Ren: "General Zhou and Lord Shi are inspecting the defenses along the Yellow River and passing by Luliang. You can follow them and go home to visit relatives. Also, all my brothers who are originally from Shanxi will be granted leave to go home to visit relatives."
Kuang Ren was overjoyed and thanked him profusely. He also said that some of the brothers who died in the battle were from Shanxi and had been sent back to their hometown to return to their roots.
This matter is a pain point in Chang Yu's heart. He has never suffered such a painful loss since his debut. If his more than 40 warriors died fighting hard on the battlefield, they would be considered dead, but...
"The pension has been doubled, and someone will pay for it for us," Chang Yu said.
Then he called Lao Jiu and Jia Waixiong and ordered them to continue their work of cracking down on gangs and evil, not only in Taiyuan, but also in surrounding prefectures and counties. In addition, they should join forces with the local Jin Yiwei to hunt down the rebels and assassination organizations in the territory.
It was almost evening after explaining these things. Chang Yu called Qing Yi again, handed her a bag of tea and whispered something. Qing Yi nodded silently with a look of surprise on his face, turned around and went out.
Zhu Cixiang asked curiously: "What did you want that little Taoist nun to do?"
"I can't tell you enough." Chang Yu stood up and sighed: "Let's go, I'll take you to see the excitement."
"I'll go too." Kun Xing heard the excitement and joined in. Chang Yu shook his head: "You can't go to that place."
"Why can't I go?" Kun Xing raised his eyebrows.
Because it is the torture chamber of Dongchang.
There is no fixed location for the torture room in Dongchang. Wherever Dongchang's fans interrogate prisoners, there is the torture room. For example, it is in a corner of the Jin Palace. It is usually used to store debris. At this time, the room is clean and tidy.
There was a bed with a strong man lying on it.
Needless to say, this is the thief who attacked Chang Yu and his party that night and was shot down by random arrows. He lost too much blood and was too late to commit suicide. In the past few days, he has been treated by Qingyi. It is difficult to die, but it is even harder to move. His limbs
They were all tied to the legs of the bed, and Wang Zhengnan also tapped his soft points.
Chang Yu and Zhu Cixiang walked into the room. The fans inside had prepared things and stools for them to sit and watch the show.
"So it's this guy, doesn't he have any tricks at all?" Zhu Cixi suddenly realized that what Chang Yu brought him to see was this excitement.
"Back to the eldest son, this guy didn't recruit at all. The younger ones are just preparing to give him some food." Fanzi quickly replied. Chang Yu walked to the bed and saw that the man's face was rosy. He had been showing off all kinds of meat these days.
The decoction and tonic not only saved his life but also gave him a lot of tonic, just because he was afraid that his death would cut off the clues.
The man on the bed was also looking at Chang Yu, but his eyes were very cold.
"Do you know who I am?" Chang Yu twitched the corner of his mouth and sneered. The man snorted lightly and said nothing. Chang Yu motioned to Wang Zhengnan at the door to come over and relieve his acupuncture points, then walked to the bedside table and took a look.
The various guys above looked at a pile of mulberry paper and asked, "Add official posts?"
Fanzi quickly stepped forward and said yes. Chang Yu curiously picked up one and looked at it. Then he picked up the pot of burning knives next to him and smelled it. He choked: "Is this thing really useful?"
"Sir, I have never seen anyone who can carry five cards." With such confidence on his face, Zhu Cixiang came over curiously and asked: "What is this thing?"
Chang Yu handed him the mulberry paper in his hand: "Put this mulberry paper on a mortal's face, and then spray it with a burning knife. The paper will become soft due to moisture and stick to the prisoner's face, making him feel suffocated and choked. After five sheets,
You must die. This punishment leaves no trace and is mostly imposed on officials. The name of the punishment is attached to the official. I have heard about it for a long time. I just saw it today. I will take a closer look later to see if it is so severe."
In fact, people of later generations are familiar with this torture method. It is also common in movies. The CIA and FBI put wet towels on the prisoners' faces and pour water on them during interrogations. However, now they use burning knives, which is more powerful than pouring water on them.
, it can kill people in a short time.
"Sir, do you want to feed this guy directly or tease him little by little?" Fanzi asked. Chang Yu glanced at the thief on the bed and said, "Then it depends on whether this good guy has a tough mouth or a tough bone."
The thief on the bed turned pale when he heard this. The name of Dongchang was so scary that even a three-year-old child knew that as long as he went in, he could live but not die.
"I once read a book written by a Soviet torture expert. He said that the chance of a person surviving torture is very slim. No matter how hard the heart is, how hard the bones are, or how strong the belief is, it is not worth mentioning in the face of torture. There are many things before torture.
Heroes all think that they can survive by relying on faith, but in the end they all fail. There may be one or two people in this world who can really survive by relying on a certain kind of faith, but you can't pick out those kind of people.
"One" Chang Yu looked at the thief on the bed and said: "We can't be that person, but you are definitely not that person." He said with a cold smile: "Did you say it directly, or talk slowly?"
There was a look of fear on the man's face, and his body had begun to tremble, but he still gritted his teeth and said nothing. Chang Yu slowly picked up a steel needle from the table and put it in front of his eyes to look at it carefully: "Actually, there are more
One method is more effective than torture, and that is torture, which is mental torture that tortures the person's physiological functions to a state of extreme exhaustion, such as not letting you sleep all the time." As he spoke, he stabbed the steel needle into the man's fingernail.
The man was caught off guard, and the heartbreaking pain made him cry out. However, he seemed to realize that he was too spineless, so he quickly closed his mouth and gritted his teeth while staring at Chang Yu with hatred on his face.
"Although boiling eagle is effective, our family doesn't have the patience. If you are more cheerful today, we will be more cheerful. Otherwise, we will feed you three times a day and feed you every meal. I guarantee that you will not survive or die, no matter how much you want.
A strong belief will be destroyed by you, let's see how long you can endure it." After Chang Yu finished speaking, he took a few steps back and sat on the stool. He winked at Fanzi next to him, and Fanzi took the pliers on the man's face.
He swayed forward and said, "If you don't tell me, I'll pull out your nails first."
The thief was still silent, and Fanzi was about to pull out his nails. Zhu Cixiang quickly covered his eyes with his hands. Chang Yu stopped and said to Fanzi: "Just put in the ingredients. If he doesn't tell you, you can play slowly."
Okay, Fanzi put down the iron pliers in his hand and took the mulberry paper and put it on the thief's face. The thief twisted but was held down by several other people...