Emasculated him!

As soon as this order came out, even Shi Qian was stunned, holding a knife and stunned there, but he didn't react for a while. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He originally thought that the potter gave him the first opportunity to cut Hong Xiuquan's arms and legs at most, so as to start the punishment of a thousand knives.

Shi Qian never imagined that his Son of Heaven imagination would be so unrestrained, and he would directly let him castrate Hong Xiuquan in front of so many people.

This idea is too unrestrained, and the methods are too cruel and violent......

Hong Xiuquan was completely frightened, and collapsed on the cross on the spot, shouting in panic and hoarseness: "Your Majesty spare your life, Xiuquan is guilty, please be merciful to Your Majesty, don't do this to Xiuquan." ”

Hong Xiuquan is humbly begging for mercy from the Emperor of Great Wei!?

Under the torture platform, the dragon weaving people who saw this scene were all shocked, and Hong Xiuquan's divine image, which had already begun to waver, was collapsing even faster.

A sneer rose at the corner of the potter's mouth, what he wanted was this effect, that is, to make Hong Xiuquan's ugliness and image self-destructive, so as to save the ignorant and ignorant people in the audience from the fanaticism of belief in Hong Xiuquan.

Castrating Hong Xiuquan is only the first step.

Seeing that Shi Qian was stunned and didn't make a move, the potter said: "Why, Shi Qian, can't you do it, then I will give this opportunity to Zheng Chenggong." ”

When Zheng Chenggong next to him heard this, his eyes suddenly burst into flames, and he was so excited that he was gearing up.

You must know that not only did he have a blood feud with Hong Xiuquan, but Zheng Chenggong also had a bitter enmity with Hong Xiuquan, if it wasn't for the fact that Hong Xiuquan was a gift, he would have long wanted to break Hong Xiuquan's body into thousands of pieces and fall into the sea to feed the sharks.

"General Shi, if you can't do it, let me come." Zheng Chenggong took a few steps forward, and he was about to grab the knife in Shi Qian's hand.

Shi Qian suddenly came to his senses, and hurriedly hid the knife in his hand behind him, "Who said I can't do it, I've been waiting for a long time today, of course I have to come to this knife." ”

After all, Shi Qian was afraid that the potters would change their minds and give Zheng Chenggong this great opportunity for revenge, so he hurriedly strode towards Hong Xiuquan with a knife in his arms.

put away the knife, Hong Xiuquan's trouser belt was cut off, and the blood-stained pants fell off.

The people below the torture platform let out another cry of surprise.

The dignified Heavenly King, Hong Xiuquan, who descended from the Yellow Heavens, just said to Emperor Wei for mercy, and even stood on a high platform with such a shameful image, showing it to the public, where is there any dignity at all.

"Hong Xiuquan seems to be really a big liar, he is not a god at all."

"Yes, if he is the Great God of the Yellow Heavens, he should have mana, how can he be so humiliated."

"I was so stupid to have been deceived by him for so long."

"I'm stupid, I even stupidly sacrificed my daughter to him, I really hurt my poor daughter."

……

Under the torture platform, there were bursts of exclamation, and when Shi Qian's knife had not been cut, Hong Xiuquan's great image had collapsed.

"Hong thief, you killed my mother, caught my beloved wife and raped her, and brutally killed her, I have a common enmity with you, have you ever thought that you have done a lot of evil, and you have ended up today!"

Shi Qian's eyes spewed angry flames, and the knife in his hand had been raised, and it was about to fall.

Hong Xiuquan was so frightened that his whole body trembled, his face was ashamed, and he begged tremblingly: "This good man, I was wrong, I am guilty, I beg you to be generous, give me a good time." ”

At this moment, Hong Xiuquan can also see that the potter must kill him, and he will torture him to death in every way.

Hong Xiuquan knew that there was no hope of survival and was afraid of suffering the painful torture, so he changed his strategy and wanted to die quickly.

"You have done so many bad things, how many ** ions have been scattered, and the family has been ruined, how can I cheapen you, taste the pain of this knife!"

The roar sounded on the high platform, Shi Qian's eyes suddenly gathered, and the bright knife in his hand slashed down towards Hong Xiuquan's bottom.

A filthy mass of blood fell in response.

"Ahh

Hong Xiuquan on the cross, like a fat pig thrown into boiling water, instantly broke out with a heart-rending howl, gushing blood, desperately twitching and twisting his body.

Under the torture platform, there were bursts of exclamations.

Many women, young and old, were stunned by this bloody scene, and they didn't dare to faint, so they quickly hid their faces and turned around, unable to bear to look at it again.

And those bold men were shocked when they saw it, and even bursts of "applause" sounded in the crowd.

The Great God of the Yellow Sky was castrated!

Hong Xiuquan, who was once high above and existed like a god, the majestic and sacred image was completely trampled by the knife of Shi Qian, trampled to the point that there was nothing left.

Even, after these ignorant people woke up from their ignorance and superstition about Hong Xiuquan, they began to recall Hong Xiuquan's various oppression and cruelty to them, and began to arouse the anger that had been hidden in their hearts for a long time, and finally some people began to dare to applaud and vent the hatred in their hearts.

They actually have a disease.

This kind of disease is a mental illness that has been oppressed and ravaged by the wicked for a long time, gradually become numb, and finally can't help but become dependent on the wicked, produce awe, and even gratitude.

And the pottery merchant's knife to Hong Xiuquan was like an extremely sharp scalpel, completely cutting off the spiritual shackles that Hong Xiuquan had put on them, eradicating the root of their disease, and releasing the anger in their hearts that they didn't even realize it for.

"Hong Xiuquan, you deserve it, you liar, you are not a god at all."

"You shameless liar, my two sons were forced by you to be soldiers, and you gave back my son's life."

"Kill him, kill the devil."

Under the high platform, the awakened people of Jiaozhou began to scold one after another as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

Hong Xiuquan on the cross has woken up a little from the initial severe pain, and Shi Qian's knife is also extremely accurate, which not only castrated him, but also did not kill him.

Hong Xiuquan lowered his head and looked at the blurred flesh and blood under him painfully, listening to the high platform, those people who used to fear him and worship him, but now they hate him to the core, Hong Xiu's whole heart is dripping blood, he is desperate, and he doesn't want to live for even a second.

And the last self-esteem in his heart was also subtly emanated.

"Tao thief, you dare to treat me like this, you will be punished, you will be tortured to death by Liu Bei and Sun Ce sooner or later, Shi Qian, Shi Dakai, Zheng Chenggong, none of you will end well, hahaha-"

Hong Xiuquan, who was in severe pain, suddenly seemed to be crazy at this moment, and screamed like crazy at the bottom of the fight, and even let out rampant mocking laughter.

Shi Qian, who was already emotional and immersed in the joy of revenge, suddenly angered him with these wild words, and scolded: "Good you flood thief, you do a lot of evil, you don't repent until you die, and you dare to be rampant, Lao Tzu will kill you!" ”

Shi Qian, who was enraged, scolded and raised his knife, and was about to kill Hong Xiuquan in a fit of rage.

"Time shifts, don't get excited, calm down, Hugh is going to fall for his agitation and cheapen him." The potter stopped the shift, and a sarcastic sneer rose on Yingwu's face.

He has insight into people's hearts, how can he not see the little Jiujiu in Hong Xiuquan's heart, he just can't bear this kind of humiliation, he can't stand such a torture that is worse than death, so he broke the jar and broke it, wanting to provoke him, and in a fit of anger, he ended Hong Xiuquan's life, gave him a happy time, and spared him from torture.

You've done so many bad things, how can you die a happy death, joke!

Then, the potter waved his hands and shouted: "Zheng Chenggong, take the eunuch of the Hong thief, give me a torture platform, parade the streets and show the public, and then escort it back for disposal." ”

When the order was handed down, Zheng Chenggong, who had been impatient for a long time, immediately cut off the rope, dragged Hong Xiuquan like a dead dog, dragged him off the torture platform, and tied him back to the horse with a rope.

"Pottery thief, have the courage to kill me, you kill me-" Hong Xiuquan, who had seen through the trick, was shocked and angry, and howled hoarsely and madly.

The potter was indifferent, only standing on the high platform with his hands in his hands, looking down at Hong Xiuquan under the stage, and was dragged back to the people by Zheng Chenggong.

For Hong Xiuquan, the real humiliation has just begun.

"Old thief Hong, you hurt our Jiaozhou people so hard, you devil!"

"Hong Xiuquan, you can't die well."

"I'm bah, Hong Xiuquan, Lao Tzu was really blind at the beginning, so he was deceived by you."

"Shoot him, shoot him."

"Phew!"

Under the high platform, the angry people scolded Hong Xiuquan, and all kinds of stones smashed towards Hong Xiuquan in all directions, and a mouthful of spit stars sprayed up, almost drowning Hong Xiuquan.

Zheng Chenggong dragged Hong Xiuquan like this, slowly passing through the crowd, and still by those awakened people, wantonly venting their resentment towards Hong Xiuquan.

Along the way, Hong Xiuquan was smashed beyond recognition by stones, stained with blood, and even sprayed by foul-smelling spittle, which was extremely filthy.

At the beginning, Hong Xiuquan was still yelling and scolding at the bottom of the fight, but he was soon beaten until his nose and face were swollen, and he couldn't open his eyes when he was sprayed with saliva, so he could only curl up as hard as he could, covering his head with his hands, and being beaten like a rat crossing the street.

The dignified King of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, once upon a time, was so powerful and blessed, and everyone present worshipped these commoners, who had no woman for him**.

Today, once as a prisoner under the stairs, but reduced to such a point where everyone shouted and beaten, even beggars, Hong Xiuquan was really discouraged, and he was extremely ashamed, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

The potters and 100,000 soldiers watched Hong Xiuquan being ravaged, but they exhaled for relief.

Hong Xiuquan was humiliated for half an hour, and then he was dragged out of the crowd by Zheng Chenggong, dragged back onto the execution table, and then tied to the cross.

At this time, Hong Xiuquan was dying, and he didn't even have the strength to scold, just like a dead dog with a bone, slumped softly on the shelf.

"Don't worry, Hong Xiuquan, the enjoyment has just begun." The potter sneered, brushed his hands and shouted: "Shi Qian Zheng Chenggong listens to the order." ”

"The minister is here." The two responded in unison, so excited that their eyes were breathing fire.

The potter pointed at Hong Xiuquan and said coldly: "I order you two people to have one knife and one knife, and execute the Hong thief with a thousand knives!" ”

"Obey the order."

The two of them excitedly received the order, scrambling to pick up the knife, and almost at the same time, they slashed at Hong Xiuquan's arm.

"Ahh

Hong Xiuquan, who was already about to faint, cut these two knives so hard, and was instantly cleaned up in pain, letting out a howl like killing a pig.

"Well cut!"

"Tear him to pieces."

"Keep cutting, chop up the thief and feed it to the dogs."

The awakened people who watched the execution in the audience let out a tsunami-like cheer, swallowing up Hong Xiuquan's screams.

In the next half an hour, Shi Qian and Zheng Chenggong were the two of you, one by one, and I took turns to cut Hong Xiuquan, happily venting the anger of revenge, and using Hong Xiuquan's blood to comfort the souls of the dead relatives in the sky.

And every time Hong Xiuquan was cut down, the audience erupted in earth-shattering cheers.

In the blink of an eye, there were more than 100 knives, Hong Xiuquan had been cut to a blur of flesh and blood, there was no intact place in the whole body, the whole person had become a bloody person, numb to the point of pain, so numb that he couldn't even cry out the pain.

At this time, Hong Xiuquan could only pray that he would quickly bleed to death, so as to be freed from the torture that life was worse than death.

It's a pity that Shi Qian and Zheng Chenggong are extremely accurate with every knife, although they cut him to the point of pain, they just avoided the vital blood vessels, so that he couldn't die for a while.

"I shouldn't, I really shouldn't be against the potter, he is the true master, all this is God's retribution to me......"

Hong Xiuquan, who was desperate and painful, felt endless remorse in his heart, and tears of regret flowed on his bloody face.