Late at night, torches illuminate the threshing floor at the entrance of the village. It didn't take much effort, but he said that he wanted to torture this murderer here, so that the whole village of men, women, and children could watch it, so that he could easily gather more than 100 people in the village in the threshing floor at the entrance of the village.

Thirty or forty Qing soldiers surrounded more than 100 of them and couldn't wait to huddle together, which seemed a little ridiculous at first glance, but among these more than 100 people, the old and weak women and children occupied geometry, and the rest of Ding Zhuang were also unarmed, not to mention that they were afraid of the Qing army, especially the figures in the village, including the squires, who had heads and faces had been controlled by the Qing army next to the wooden frame that bound Yu Youhan, and they couldn't give birth to half of the resistance.

"Do you think that if you hand over a foreigner and spend some money, this matter will be over?"

Against these ordinary people, the general and the Qing army under his command always have a great sense of superiority. When the people in the threshing floor heard this, they were terrified. Only Yu Youhan, who was waiting to die, had woken up at this moment, nothing more than weak and tied up by five flowers, and saw the scene in front of him, instead of gloating, but revealing full of sadness.

The squire fell to the ground and begged for mercy. He always enjoyed this feeling very much, and after a while, he seemed to be satisfied, and proposed which one to cut off a piece of flesh from Yu Youhan's body, which one could be regarded as self-proof of innocence. Otherwise, the whole family will be punished as complicity.

Speaking of which, Yu Youhan's anger and murder stemmed from the capture of the Qing army; The squire took the lead in plotting against Yu Youhan, and was even more afraid of the brutality of the Qing army. If they want to continue to live in this land, they dare not resist, so they can only give in, or even act as accomplices of ingratitude. It's a pity that the real murderers will not treat them as the same kind because of this, but will even worse**.

No one automatically stepped forward, and simply ordered a man standing in the front row to come out, and even pulled out his parents, sister, wife and daughter.

A wrist-untying knife was thrown on the ground, and the man picked up the knife tremblingly, walked in front of Yu Youhan in despair, looked at Yu Youhan, who had closed his eyes and was a little resigned, and turned his head to look at the family under the saber, repeating it several times, but he couldn't make up his mind.

By the light of the fire, the man was already covered with sweat, holding a wrist-dissolving knife in both hands, but there was still no way to contain the trembling that was getting stronger and stronger.

Finally, after looking back at his family, the man seemed to have finally made up his mind, and he depreciated himself as a pig and a dog, while apologizing to Yu Youhan, he really walked over with a knife, and made a gesture to cut Yu Youhan's thigh.

"Rebel, how dare you do this!"

The sound of aging and dejection came out, and even if the knife fell to the ground, the man turned around and knelt directly on the ground, and immediately wept bitterly and kowtowed in the direction of his parents, wife and daughter.

"Father, mother, my son remembers the teachings of my husband to do something and not to do something, but our family's life is in the hands of others, and my son has no choice!"

In a dilemma, the voice is still crying blood. The man kowtowed a few times in a row, then picked up the knife again, stood up and strode in front of Yu Youhan with heavy breathing. At this point, the difference is just that knife. But at this moment, his father, a gray-haired old man, suddenly stood up, screamed and pounced on the Qing army beside him.

"Daddy!"

The old man was hacked to death on the spot, and even his mother, wife and daughter were all beaten by the Qing army.

Seeing this, the general just shook his head, and let the man rush over and not let people stop him. It's just that when he got closer, the knife flashed, and the man's arm holding the knife had already half flown out, and a scream of pain sounded, and the general snorted coldly, "I can't measure my strength" and pointed at the people with a bloody waist knife.

"Who else dares to resist the imperial court?!"

All of this is just between the rise and fall of the rabbit, and most of the people below have not reacted to it. The old man was dead, and the man fell to the ground, holding his broken arm with one hand, and let out a terrible scream.

No one dared to do anything more, and the hundred or so were huddled in the middle of the threshing floor, like a herd of sheep besieged by wolves. Even, they are not as good as sheep, at least the sheep can still bleat, but they even have to cover their mouths when they cry to avoid being noticed by the Qing army.

The man's wife, daughter, and sister were dragged back to the village by the Qing army, and his mother was also killed by his father's side. Screaming and laughing resounded all the way through the village, and it didn't stop until it entered the village.

I'm not in a hurry, it's a long night, and there's time. At this moment, listening to the cries of adultery in the village, watching the fear of the gangsters, and even the smell of urine emitted by the squire who was paralyzed on the ground seemed to have a special taste in his heart. After looking at this group of lambs, he turned to look at Yu Youhan who was gagged, and the complexity in his eyes didn't need any experience to see clearly. In fact, if he fought alone, he would definitely not be an opponent, and even their handsome Ma Jinbao would not be able to play, but at this moment, only the deterrent power of the Qing court was needed to let these stupid Diao people hand over the most threatening existence to them. They were on the side of the victors and deserved to enjoy the revelry.

"Why, is there anyone who dares to resist the imperial court?!"

The feast of demonic revelry, the swaggering of the bearers, is always the most qualified to look down on these poor victims. Next, naturally, the family came out again, and the male of the family unfortunately took on the job.

With the lesson of the previous one, this man had to follow the general order and walk in front of Yu Youhan, and his ungrateful guilt was shattered in front of the will to protect his family. The knife trembled in his hand, but it was still getting closer to the direction he was about to cut. Then, Ah screamed, and the tip of the knife poked straight through.

The knife was plunged into Yu Youhan's arm, and the blood splattered his face, and his fear was about to be awakened. Yu Youhan was stabbed and gritted his teeth without saying a word, the man had already sat down on the ground, it was hard to imagine that this knife was stabbed by him, but it caused the Qing army present to laugh.

The blood was still flowing down the blade, and the man's eyes and ears were all the patterns and sounds of blood dripping and falling on the ground, and nothing else. The demon's wild laughter continued, and the momentum passed, and the foul language ordered the man to pull out the knife, even if he passed. However, before the man could recover from the ticking sound, his face suddenly sank.

"Why is there no movement in the village?"

This is not a good thing, the movement of men and women is all gone, except for some small movements of the war horse, there can be a faint and steady sound, this night, it suddenly quieted down.

"Quick! Go into the village and search, there are still others in the village! ”

As he spoke, a figure emerged from the shadows of the house. It was a young scholar, and he could vaguely see a bit of elegance. It's just that such a scene is really weird to the extreme,

"Who are you? What happened to Lao Tzu's brothers? ”

There is no movement, what else can I do, I always know that this is a nonsense, but I still asked. No way, if he doesn't talk about this, he really doesn't know what to say.

At the exit of the question, here, the scholar sneered, and then shook his head: "If you don't know Chen Jinnan, it's in vain to call yourself a hero." I don't even know my Chen Jinnan's prestige, are you embarrassed to come out and mix? At last, the scholar let out a scornful laugh, as if expressing deep regret for his ignorance.