On a high platform outside the square, Li Xiao, who was fully armored, sat on a tiger-headed chair, quietly looking at Jierharang, who was surrounded by a large number of Liaoyang people and captives, with a very solemn face.

The executioner, with a sharpened steel knife in his hand, walked slowly towards Zilharang, but the expression on his face was very struggling and painful.

He walked up to Zilharang's side, slowly turned around, and looked at Monk An who was sitting on the high platform.

Monk An nodded lightly at him.

The executioner turned around, lifted Zilharan from the ground like a chicken, and tied him in a large figure to a stake that had been erected beside him.

At the same time, he shouted to Zilharang in a rough voice: "Listen, you guy, if you have anything to say, hurry up, otherwise, you will regret it when you cut your tongue." ”

Zilharang, who was tied to the pillar by the five flowers, slowly raised his head and looked at the executioner in front of him, squeezing out a miserable smile on his face full of coagulated blood.

"Executioner, this king has nothing more to say. I have already told Monk An what I should say. You do it, Lao Tzu admitted. ”

The executioner sneered, and in his eyes, a violent light flashed, and he said fiercely: "Don't worry, Mayor An said, in order to save time, I won't cut you 3,600 knives, just go through the process." In addition, my knife is very fast, and your guy will pass in a flash, but it won't be too painful, it's cheap for you. When you go to hell, you will take revenge, and you can still hold a grudge. ”

Hearing the executioner's mocking words, Zilharang gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, don't say anything, just do it." ”

The executioner nodded, and with a whoosh, he cut off Zilharang's lips with a sharp knife and pulled it to his ear, and before he could scream, he immediately pried his mouth open with a sharp knife, pulled out his tongue, and cut off half of it.

The executioner threw half of his tongue on the ground and then stomped it to pieces with his foot.

Zilharang was in great pain, blood flowed from his mouth, and his whole body trembled like chaff, but he was firmly bound and his tongue had been cut off, and he could no longer make a sound, but his mouth kept whimpering.

Next, the executioner tore off his clothes, exposed his body, and began the execution.

The punishment of live chopping, also known as "Ling Chi", is ordered to start with the epidermis of the chest, then the arms and thighs, and at the same time avoid the vital points and arteries. Cutting off the flesh with a knife will not give the victim a hard time. Often hundreds of knives are cut, and people still have a breath. Therefore, it is commonly known as a thousand cuts.

After cutting the outer skin and muscles, the executioner then disembowels the prisoner and takes out the internal organs to complete the dissection.

Of course, the people who carry out such executions are professionally trained, and not ordinary novices can do it. And in the formal execution, if the prisoner dies before completing the fixed number of knives, the executioner will also be punished.

Because the execution process is too bloody and cruel, I will not describe it in detail here. In short, in the end, Zilharang's entire body was almost a skeleton, with only a head on his neck and his mouth still wriggling, apparently only half of his breath left.

At this moment, the executioner threw away the blood-drenched knife in his hand, pulled Zilharan's braid from the back of his neck, and gently lowered Zilharan's head so that the severed head mark on his neck was clearly exposed.

On everyone's neck, there is a guillotine that surrounds the entire neck. It is said that cutting off the severed head will ensure that the severed head is smooth and free of adhesions. To cut off the head, it is a basic skill that every executioner must have.

At this time, the back of Zilharang's neck was covered with blood, and the executioner carefully scraped it with his fingernails, revealing this bloody line.

Then, he picked up the ghost head knife that had been placed next to him, spat it fiercely on the ground, and then rushed towards Zilharang with the knife.

"Yikes!"

The executioner shouted violently, and the ghost-headed broadsword in his hand was raised high, and then slashed violently.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound of slicing the neck bone, Zilharang's head, accurately separated from the severed head, with a gushing blood arrow, slashed a short arc in the air, and the bone rolled to the ground.

Then, the headless corpse with a smooth neck section like a mirror also fell limply to the side.

Seeing this bloody and tragic scene, many people watching next to him were so frightened that their faces changed greatly, and many people subconsciously covered their faces and didn't dare to look at it.

And those Qing soldiers who were captured by the Tang Army were full of sadness, looking overwhelmed and extremely depressed.

Monk An of the tiger head chair watched the whole process of Zilharang's beheading without blinking, without any expression on his face.

The executioner threw his knife on the ground, quickly ran to the place where Jilharang's head fell, grabbed the head in his hand, placed it on a plate, and respectfully presented it to Monk An.

The whole square was silent.

Monk An looked at Zilharang's bloody head expressionlessly, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Pass on the order of this town, give this Zilharang a coffin and bury it, and bury it in a mass grave outside the city." Monk An was silent for a long time, and finally sighed lightly and said: "Anyway, this person can be regarded as dying for the country's loyalty, give him a coffin, in order to praise his bravery." ”

"Yes, in order."

Monk An nodded, and then loudly ordered: "Pass on the order of this town, send two prisoners, and send the head of Zilharang, as well as the head of Duoduo, together with Kong Youde's skin, to the Qing court as soon as possible." Tell them that this is the shameful end of fighting our army to the end! ”

"Order!"

Two days later, the Qing court received these three gifts from Monk An.

The head of Zilharang, the head of Duoduo, and the grass sac of Kong Youde were all placed in the center of the Chongzheng Palace. These three things lying quietly on the ground seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties, and they weighed down the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty.

On the Chongzheng Palace, there was a dead silence.

Only the little emperor Shunzhi, who was sitting on the dragon chair, still looked confused. He first looked at the ministers at the foot of the Dan Steps, and then looked intently at the two huge wooden boxes on the ground, and the human skin sac that was contained in the sack.

The little emperor was obviously very interested in these three things, his eyes lit up, and he twisted on the dragon chair, eager to come down and see for himself what was inside.

It's just that when he subconsciously turned his head to see the gloomy and fierce face of Dolgon next to him, he quickly wilted, lowered his head, and didn't dare to move.

Seeing that the court was as dead and silent as a tomb, and seeing the ministers below the stairs all bowing their heads and shrinking their heads, Dolgon, who was originally irritable in his heart, felt angry in his heart again, and it was almost difficult to restrain himself.

Of the three corpses sent back by the Tang Army, Dolgon's most distressed was Duoduo, the prince of Yu who was the same as his mother's younger brother.

Dolgon has no children, and he is forced to let Shunzhi succeed to the throne in front of him. In his heart, if the world is determined in the future, if there are still no heirs, he still hopes to abolish Shunzhi and choose heirs from his own half-brothers to inherit the unification. This younger brother Dordor, whom he had high hopes for, had many heirs, and he was brave and resourceful, and he was highly regarded by Dorgon.

Unexpectedly, this younger brother, who had outstanding military achievements and was once made the heir by his father Khan, had died under the Tang saber, although his death was not as cruel as that of Jilharang and Kong Youde, but such an outstanding brother of the same mother died at the hands of the Tang Army, which still made Dolgon feel regretful.

He even had an inexplicable premonition in his heart, that is, with the death of Duoduo and other princes, the Qing Dynasty may have embarked on a path of complete decline, so that it will be irreparable.

This, this is simply a nightmare result.

Thinking of this, Dolgon's heart was confused and angry, and he shouted at his ministers: "Are you dumb? Why don't you speak? The Tang army was in the territory of our Qing Dynasty, attacking cities and plundering land, killing people like hemp, and everywhere they went, they were all mounds and ruins. They Keyingkou, according to Yaozhou, occupy Haicheng, and now they have seized Liaoyang, an important town in the Qing Dynasty, so vicious and strong, it can be described as rampant! They killed the two princes of the Qing Dynasty, as well as the four princes of Huaishun and Gongshun, which was simply wanton, which made this king feel bloody, and it was extremely painful! Could it be that I have no one in the Qing Dynasty to make this fang? ”

Dorgon roared, but the hall was silent, no one came out to say a word, and they still hung their heads as if they were a group of puppets that only had breathing.

Just as Dorgon was furious and about to curse violently, Bumu Butai's faint voice came from the depths of the curtain: "Everyone, don't panic. The Regent's heart was grieved, so his tone was a little anxious. What do you think, but you can state them one by one, even if the words are inappropriate, it is not surprising to mourn. ”

After listening to Bumu Butai's words, the originally dead silence in the hall finally began to glow with a trace of vitality. Among the courtiers, there began to be whispers. Then one of them sighed, walked out of the court, and bowed to Dorgon.

Everyone looked at it, and it turned out that this person was Fan Wencheng, a scholar of Bunkan University.

In the past few years, this famous traitor, who was originally proud of the spring breeze in the Qing court, has become haggard and half-white, and his whole person looks sluggish. He arched his hand tremblingly, and said in a deep voice: "Queen Mother, Regent, in the opinion of Weichen, now that the Tang army has won consecutive victories and our army has lost consecutive defeats, at this time, the situation is already dangerous, and it is definitely not the time to be reckless." ”

As soon as he had said this, Dorgon exclaimed impatiently, "You can say whatever you want, and you don't have to hide it." ”

Fan Wencheng took a deep breath and replied: "Regent, in the opinion of Wei Chen, in the current situation, if our army still wants to resist the Tang army again, I am afraid that the result will be unimaginable. In today's plan, if you want to protect the Qing Dynasty, you can only negotiate peace with it as soon as possible. ”

"What? Peace? ”

Dolgon was stunned when he heard this, and the ministers poured a scoop of hot water on the frost and snow, and immediately squeaked in their ears.

"Master Fan, why do you think so. Could it be that I have really reached the point where I am forced to sue for peace now? Dolgon asked in a deep voice, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Regent, now I am in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, ......"

Before Fan Wencheng finished speaking, there were hurried footsteps outside the hall, and at the same time, a thunderous roar sounded: "Peace? Which bastard would dare to make peace with Tang Bing?! Lao Tzu cut off his head! ”

Fan Wencheng was shocked when he heard this, turned his head to look, but saw Naying Prince Azig, and the dust servant strode in from outside the hall with a furious face.

It turned out that during this time, because there was no war in Shengjing, Prince Azig was ordered to collect a large number of scattered troops from neighboring states and counties in the northern Liaobei area, even including the Jurchens who were scattered in the mountains, in order to replenish the defenders in the city as much as possible and ensure that Shengjing could better resist the attack of the Tang army in future battles and be more sure that it could be defended.

Just last night, when Azig Fang Duoduo died, he was so sad that he almost didn't want to live, so he hurried back to Shengjing overnight, but he didn't expect to be able to catch up with the early dynasty. Ignoring etiquette, he forcibly broke into the palace.

When he was about to arrive at the Chongwen Palace, he heard that Fan Wencheng in the hall was going to negotiate peace with Tang Jun, and he was immediately furious, and he accelerated his pace of marching more and more, and quickly stepped into the palace.

"You dog! You slut who eats inside and out! You bewitched the public, made a lot of nonsense, and dared to shake your lips here, so that the Queen Mother and the regent negotiated peace with Tang Jun, what kind of thief heart did you have! ”

Seeing that Fan Wencheng was turning his head to look at himself, Azig was very annoyed, he yelled loudly, stepped forward quickly, stretched out his huge right hand, like grabbing a chicken, and picked up Fan Wencheng, so that this guy's feet could not stop kicking, looking very embarrassed.

Azig's eyes bulged, his teeth were gritted, his left hand was already clenched into a fist the size of a sand pot, and he was about to swing it towards Fan Wencheng's frightened face.

"Presumptuous! What kind of system have you become, Azig! Don't put Bachelor Fan down yet! ”

Dolgon shouted angrily, Azig gasped, let go of his right hand, and Fan Wencheng fell to the ground with a sigh, almost falling into a.

Immediately, Azig threw himself on his knees and shouted in the direction of the curtain with a crying voice: "Queen Mother, Regent!" My two princes of the Qing Dynasty were killed, and the important town of Liaoyang was taken away, so shameful and humiliating, I didn't want to take revenge, but wanted to negotiate peace with the Tang Army, this, this is simply a loss of face for my ancestors and ancestors in the Qing Dynasty, and it is enough to kill future generations! ”

Without waiting for the person in the curtain to answer, Azig shouted to Dolgon again: "Regent, you know, I am a rough man, I have no culture, I can ignore the death of others, but Duoduo is your and my half-brother, he was beheaded by the Tang army to show the public, and returned with a skull, such a bloody feud, such a great shame, instead of ignoring it, do you want to make peace with the enemy?" If you care about your brother's affection and bend your knees to the enemy and sue for peace, then you are not as good as even the most despicable and cowardly Han people! What face does it have to claim to be Eight Banners Baturu, and what face does it have to stand on top of this court! ”

"Enough! Prince Ying's words are too much! The voice of the curtain finally sounded at this time, full of unfathomable majesty: "Azig, you are not only my Qing clan, but also my courtier of the Qing Dynasty, An Ke is so rude, roaring at the court, slandering the honorable, and humiliating the officials. You're so domineering, should you really be the mourner who can't afford to deal with you? ”

Azig trembled when he heard this, but he slammed his fist on the ground again and again, looking like he was in pain, and said sadly: "Queen Mother, my brother is dead, this king is really sad in his heart, if there is anything inappropriate, but please punish the Queen Mother." It's just that this king hopes that the Queen Mother and the regent will never listen to Fan Wencheng's words and never make peace with Tang Jun! If the queen mother believes in a certain way, this king is willing to unify the elite troops to attack Liaoyang, and will destroy the Tang army, recover the city, and avenge the two princes of the Qing Dynasty and the soldiers who died in the Qing Dynasty! Even if this king is smeared with liver and brain, he will not hesitate to do it! ”