Punggara, present-day Bengal.

This is a country with Hui people as the main body, supplemented by a small number of Southern Tianzhu people, although the Hui are the majority, but the state religion they believe in is Buddhism rather than the Sunni religion promoted by the Timurid Khanate.

Therefore, Punggara and Jampur are feuding.

The Hui people of Punggara are the descendants of the Nandu people of the Yuan Dynasty, Kublai Khan purged the people of the people, and a large number of people in the Central Plains could not escape with the people of the Central Plains, and their footprints can be said to be all over the countries of South Asia.

For this reason, the relationship between Ming and Yuan, South Asian countries and the Ming Dynasty is quite good, and this time Zhu Yunwen made the "Kunming Seven-Power Agreement" Bang Ge Ra also joined willingly, and even allowed Da Ming to set up the Bang Ge Rawei.

Whoever let Banggara be adjacent to Zhangpur was the main front line after the end of the war.

As soon as the coalition army arrived, the happiest person was the king of Punggara, and the latter couldn't wait to find Ma Dajun to complain, hoping that Ma Dajun could hurry up and march into the territory of Zhangpur to teach them a lesson.

"In this chapter, the kingdom of Pur, relying on the support of Timur, often indulges his army to cross the border, invade and plunder our neighboring villages, provoke trouble, and ask the general to inflict heavy damage."

As soon as he took off his armor, Ma Dajun didn't have time to drink saliva when he heard the words.

"Crossing the sideline to provoke you, you're going to beat him, and you still use it to tell me? At the beginning, Hu Jili crossed the border to Luchuan, and now the whole country of Annan has been wiped out by my Ming Dynasty. ”

"It's not because he is leaning on Timur behind his back, we don't dare to bang Gela."

The king of Banggara was pitiful, and he heard Ma Dajun scolding: "There is Timur behind him, and there is Daming behind you, I'm afraid of a fart!" Beat me up, hit me now. ”

Scolding, Ma Dajun rushed to the soldiers beside him and said, "Call Zhou Yunfan over." ”

"General."

Zhou Yunfan, who first ascended to Qinghua back then, is now also a general in charge, and the commander of the Bengal Guard, dressed in a heroic military uniform, clasped his fists at Ma Dajun and saluted.

"How did you become a commander?"

Without warning, Ma Dajun scolded his head and face: "The kings of Banggara have come to me to complain, saying that the Zhangpur Kingdom has repeatedly invaded and plundered in the past two years, and what about your soldiers!" Why did you forget the content of the "Kunming Seven-Power Agreement" and fail to defend the territory, don't you know that military law is ruthless? ”

After a scolding, Zhou Yunfan was scared into a cold sweat, and hurriedly defended: "Zhang Pur is stationed in the army behind the sideline, and the coalition army has not practiced well for a while and a half, and the general is afraid that the situation will be bad and cause greater disputes, so he will restrain himself..."

"And restraint."

Ma Dajun couldn't wait to kick Zhou Yunfan to death, pointed to his nose and scolded: "If he dares to cross the line, he will beat me, hit him until he dies the country, and kill him until he exterminates the species!" You don't even have this backbone, are you still worthy of my Ming general's armor on you. ”

Zhou Yunfan was ashamed and hurriedly clenched his fists to admit his mistake.

"Okay, I'll talk about it later."

Ma Dajun waved his hand: "The army is so big that there will be a big battle in the near future, you take your soldiers now to bring this breath back for me, if you don't cut off enough three thousand heads, you will stay at the end of the side line and don't come back." ”

"Yes!"

Zhou Yunfan lifted the order, turned his head and walked out of the tent.

"Being a big fart commander is so much timid."

Ma Dajun snorted coldly at Zhou Yunfan's back, stretched out his hand to the soldiers beside him and said, "Go get the altar wine for Lao Tzu, and by the way, go to Chaiwang to ask for a bottle of hibiscus liquid." ”

The pro-soldier did not move, for embarrassment: "General, this is already the front line, and it is forbidden to drink." ”

Drinking alcohol on the front line, whether it is the military discipline affirmed during the Taizu period or the rules that Zhu Yunwen ordered the General Staff to reaffirm three orders after taking office, once discovered, it will be immediately unforgivable.

"You and him..."Ma Dajun just wanted to scold, but he smacked his mouth twice unwillingly: "Forget it, it's okay to get a bottle of hibiscus liquid for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu drinks pure." ”

The soldiers thought about it, and the military discipline only said that they couldn't drink, but didn't say that they couldn't drink anything else, so they immediately looked for Chai Wang.

Waiting for the soldiers to leave, Ma Dajun stretched out his hand and scratched his neck a few times, muttering: "It's itchy to death, how can others have nothing to do in this broken land in the south, Lao Tzu is like having eczema, and he itches all over his body every once in a while." ”

The more you scratch it, the more itchy, it's not a nourishment outside the epidermis, as if there are insects crawling in the flesh and blood, Ma Dajun can't scratch it happily.

This will be the personal soldier turned back, and was startled when he saw this: "General, what's wrong with you." ”

"How the do I know."

Ma Dajun scolded, stretched out his hand to pick up the bottle of hibiscus liquid, but found that his nails were full of blood, and he was immediately startled, and hurriedly reached out to touch the position of his neck and chest, and found that he had scratched himself out of blood at some point.

He didn't feel any pain at all!

But that itch is still there, deep in the bone marrow, deep in the mind.

"!"

Pulling out the cork of the hibiscus liquid, Ma Dajun poured it on his neck, which is also strange to say, after the hibiscus liquid was led down the neck, the ubiquitous itch disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Whew."

The pleasure that made Ma Dajun unstoppable came one after another, and it was not until he completely retreated that Ma Dajun went to the ground in a dejected manner, gasping for breath.

"Go, call Chaiwang."

The soldiers glanced at Ma Dajun with some concern, and persuaded: "General, this thing doesn't look like a good thing, you better stay away from Nachaiwang." ”

"General Ben knows what to do, you go and find him."

Ma Dajun got up from the ground, took off his lining, and exposed the wounded spine of his chest to the air.

"In half a month, Lao Tzu has lost so much weight?"

The scar and arrow sores on his chest were the scars and arrow sores that Ma Dajun was proud of, but now they were more like ugly maggots crawling on his body, and he had lost too much weight, causing these scars to be completely deformed.

"I was itchy all over my body just now, even if I scratched all over the body, it was useless, and I couldn't notice the pain, I drank this hibiscus liquid in a blink of an eye."

There was a thoughtful doubt in his eyes, Ma Dajun is not a fool, on the contrary, he loves to think more than anyone else, as long as he thinks about good things, he will be extremely decisive to do it, so people think that he is a reckless man.

"Every time I drink this hibiscus liquid, the next time it will be more itchy, and the amount of drink must be greater than the last time, otherwise I can't suppress it at all."

Ma Dajun pinched the porcelain bottle in his hand, and his eyes were calm: "This thing is poisonous!" ”

After drinking the hibiscus liquid, Ma Dajun felt that his mind was extremely light at this time, even more thoughtful than after he had sex with a few beautiful wives and concubines.

In modern terms, Ma Dajun has now entered the time of the sage.

At this moment, the flattering Chaiwang opened the tent cloth and walked in, and knelt down on one knee respectfully: "The last general has seen the general." ”

But the smile on his face was not yet fully unfolded, and he looked up at the bloodthirsty and cruel one-eyed eyes of the army of horses!

This expression frightened Chai Wang.

Ma Dajun doesn't need people, this is a figure who has come all the way to the mountains of corpses and a sea of blood, killing prisoners and slaughtering cities and building a capital view, his murderous spirit, where can ordinary generals bear it.

"Come, General Ben will ask you a few questions."

Ma Dajun beckoned, guess Wang only felt cold all over his body at this time, where did he dare to move?

"Will... Checkmate. ”

"Tell General Ben what this hibiscus liquid is."

Ma Dajun left the position of marshal, still holding a short knife in his hand, this move made Chai Wang's heart even more frightened, sitting on the ground with one butt, rubbing back with both hands and feet.

"It's just a medicinal herb, how can it make General Ben so addicted?"

Stretched out his hand and grabbed Chai Wang's collar, although he lost a lot of weight, Ma Dajun's strength was still as abundant as ever, and under the breath, he pulled Chai Wang up and looked at him three times.

"The general, the general, the general is stupid."

Chaiwang swallowed his saliva, and his mouth was hard, the thing that hibiscus liquid would make people addictive could not be said to death, and it was related to his family's thousand-year plan.

"General, the last general really doesn't know what you mean, ah~!"

Before he finished speaking, a miserable howl came out of Chaiwang's mouth, and it turned out that Ma Dajun had already stabbed the short knife into his thigh.

The bitter cry of this life also made the soldiers on duty outside the tent startled, and they all walked in with tarpaulin, and when they saw this scene, they only pretended to ignore it, and they all turned around and walked out.

Ma Dajun stared at Chai Wang's distorted face, and said fiercely: "There must be something wrong with this thing, you better tell me the truth, otherwise, General Ben will cut off all the flesh on your body with one knife." ”

Putting down Chaiwang, Ma Dajun raised his knife and chopped off one of Chaiwang's fingers without hesitation, and the latter turned over and wailed in pain.

This Han general has a sick brain, and he talked and laughed with himself a few days ago, and now he is so tyrannical when he turns his face?

Guess Wang Dan was about to be frightened, and hurriedly told the effect of hibiscus liquid.

"Addicted to it for a long time, the user can't stop, can't sleep at night, can't eat unpleasantly, and must rely on this thing every day to maintain until the shape is like a withered tree, the face is like a ghost, and he is tortured by illness and dies."

Ma Dajun's face changed rapidly, he didn't expect this thing to bring such pleasure to people to be so terrifying.

"Is there an antidote to this?"

Chaiwang smiled bitterly: "There is no solution to this thing, take it for a day, it is difficult to quit for life, the longer you use it, the addiction is like a maggot on the tarsal bones, and you can't quit until you die." ”

"Say, why do you want to give this thing to General Ben, you want to kill me?"

Asking, Ma Dajun felt unreasonable, even if Siam was crazy, he didn't dare to plot against him, the dignified commander.

"I want to be the king of Siam, I want to be the king of Siam."

Chaiwang covered his hands and rolled on the ground, tears and snot mixed together: "This thing is only available in small homes, and the secret recipe made is only a small family in Siam, as long as the general is addicted, except for the small ones, there will be no hibiscus liquid in the whole world." ”

Only then did Ma Dajun come to his senses, and stabbed him in the leg again, and said fiercely: "You want to rely on this thing to control Lao Tzu?" ”

Thinking of the symptoms of his illness, Ma Dajun couldn't help but sweat on his back, he had only been taking it for more than half a month, and he couldn't do without it, if it was really like what Chaiwang introduced, after a year and a half, people who stopped this hibiscus liquid were often worse off than dead, so could they still bear it?

"I want to borrow the general's hand to finish this battle and return home to overthrow Ramaraja as king."

Guess Wang Dong kowtowed, and couldn't help but confess: "General, the small one is wrong, you can spare my life." ”

Ma Dajun stood up hatefully, and suddenly felt that the sky was spinning, like a thunderbolt.

A few days ago, a pound of hibiscus powder was sent to Nanjing by him!

"What is hibiscus powder, what is hibiscus powder!"

Kicking Chai Wang's face, Ma Dajun roared like madness: "I'm going to cut you with a thousand knives!" ”

A hundred poppies can not produce three taels of hibiscus powder, which is more precious than gold, and the effect is several times that of hibiscus liquid.

Thinking of Chai Wang's introduction, Ma Dajun sat on the ground unsteadily, his face pale, and sweat like rain.

Once the emperor takes it, once he becomes addicted in the future, he can't find an antidote all over the world, except for this Chaiwang, who else can help Zhu Yunwen relieve the torment of drug addiction?

Will the boastful notebook he wrote make the emperor on guard and boldly smoke?

Even if there is a eunuch in the imperial front division to try it before the emperor, this thing is not poisonous, and it will not die on the spot after use, on the contrary, it will be fluttering, several times more comfortable than the intercourse, then the eunuch will report truthfully, and the emperor will not be able to do it?

"General, so far, you have only one way to go to the dark."

Chaiwang laughed miserably, and said bewildermently: "You kill me now, in the future, your Ming emperor's addiction attack but can't find hibiscus powder, thunder, will inevitably implicate the general full of doors, even so, the general might as well protect me, let's join forces, and so on in the future, the Ming Emperor will fall into this hibiscus powder, the general can also be threatened, step by step to divide the southwest, and even one day follow Cao Cao, Yuwentai, coerce the Son of Heaven to control the country, and future generations will not be able to change the dynasty."

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, thousands of miles. The sun, moon, mountains and rivers are all in the hands of the general, long live the general. ”

With this as a threat, he controlled the emperor and coerced the Son of Heaven to control the country.

Chai Wang was still bewitching, but Ma Dajun took off his jaw, and he could only save his saliva with a whin.

"Someone!"

The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became, Ma Dajun couldn't care about his future fate, he only knew that Zhu Yunwen must not be allowed to suck this thing!

"Eight hundred miles in an emergency, Your Majesty, just one word, hibiscus powder must not be touched."

The soldiers were a little confused, but they still clenched their fists and received the order, involving the emperor's affairs, and immediately turned around and left.

It's over, it's over, it's over!

Ma Dajun only felt that his heart was numb, and he kicked Chai Wang a few times with hatred.

"Someone, drag him to the school yard and sentence him to death."

Ling Chi is divided into two kinds, one is a thousand knives and the other is ten thousand cuts, which together are the word thousand knives.

A thousand knives pay attention to techniques and techniques, not the traditional craftsman can not do, another kind of ten thousand chops is relatively simple, make a thin fishing net, cover the prisoner, the prisoner's skin and flesh from the gap in the fishing net protrude, the executioner can hold a hook, short knife can be cut off one by one, the cut skin and meat are collected together and stewed into a broth, given to the prisoner to serve, for his recovery, so as not to die halfway.

Because of the use of fishing nets as a tool for execution, Wan Cho, also known as fish scales.

To put it more appetizingly, Ling Chi is to cut shredded meat, and chopping is to cut meat slices.

When Chai Wang was tortured, Ma Dajun was imprisoned throughout the whole sentence, Chen Chunsheng pulled him, and when he heard the words, he only felt that the thunder exploded.

"His today, my coming."

Ma Dajun has already regarded Chai Wang's today as his future fate!

"But before I die, I'm going to try it for Your Majesty, how can I bear the addiction."

Ma Dajun destroyed all the bottles of hibiscus liquid in Chaiwang's tent, and then began to endure the itching that gradually rose from the inside of his body.

The short knife that stabbed Chai Wang was held in Ma Dajun's hand, and whenever he felt that he was itching and was about to scratch, he knelt in the direction of Nanjing, picked up the short knife, and made a cut on his chest and arm!

The pain of the skin opening helped him suppress wave after wave of itching.

"It's okay, feel the punishment of a thousand knives in advance."

If Zhu Yunwen, who was really harmed this time, became addicted to drugs, Ma Dajun did not plan to kill himself with a bottle of wine, and he felt sorry for the emperor's cultivation of him.