"But what?" Li Xiao glanced at him.

Dolgon raised his head, looked at Li Xiao with complicated eyes, and then said in a low voice: "Li Xiao, this king hopes that after I die, you can send my head back to Liaodong and choose a quiet place to be buried. If you can, I hope to be buried next to the tomb of the old Khan, so that our father and son can ......."

Li Xiao looked directly into Dolgon's eager eyes, but smiled softly, and then shook his head.

"I can't agree to such a request."

When Dolgon's eyes widened, Li Xiaocai said in a deep voice: "Dolgon, listen, after I chop you alive, I will take your minced meat and water to feed the dogs, and then your skeleton will be ground into powder and sprinkled in the toilet." As for the tomb of the old slave and Huang Taiji and others you mentioned......"

Li Xiao paused for a moment, and when he saw Dolgon's expression almost frenzied, he continued: "I will also dig up their graves, throw their corpses and crush their bones, and let wild dogs devour them. In this way, let these two thieves come to atone for the hundreds of thousands of people and soldiers who were killed by these two thieves. All in all, make sure that you dogs with Han blood on your hands really have no place to die! ”

"Li Xiao, you devil! You're not human, you're a beast, you're a dog who has lost your conscience! Lao Tzu entered your ......" Dolgon struggled violently, wanting to rush towards Li Xiao. Unexpectedly, before he could finish scolding, he was kicked by a soldier who rushed out next to him in the eye socket.

With a muffled sound, Dolgon's left eye was instantly kicked out, and blood and green-eyed tissue splattered everywhere.

He screamed in pain, and then fell unconscious, convulsing like an earthworm pricked by a needle.

The guard was still angry and wanted to step forward and kick him hard, but was stopped by Li Xiao waving his hand.

"Alright, don't fight anymore, carry him down. Wouldn't it be cheaper to break or even kill him here? Li Xiao sighed lightly and slowly stood up: "I am also tired, you will carry it down before, and at the right moment tomorrow, you will execute the canon at the entrance of the vegetable market, and cut Ling Chi alive to sacrifice the dead soldiers and civilians of my Ming Dynasty." Moreover, all the soldiers and civilians in the city, as well as a group of prisoners, should be brought to the square to watch. ”

"Order!"

The night passed, the dawn first appeared, and the dark and oppressive night was finally replaced by a faint and refreshing dawn.

At this time, Dolgon, who was originally unconscious, was constantly splashed in the face by the jailer with a bucket full of urine, almost choking him to death, and finally woke up panting.

When he came to the Hong Kong Group, the jailers who were guarding him immediately grabbed the chain around his neck and dragged him out.

Dolgon was dragged by this, rolled his eyes, and almost turned his back on his anger, but the jailer scolded with a smile: "You are lucky, the emperor confessed that you were only executed today, so our lord in charge was afraid that you would die here at night, and against the emperor's order, he also gave you half a bowl of ginseng soup to continue your life." “

Dorgon opened his mouth to say something, but the jailer said it was too late, and with a shake of his hand, a fishy, smelly rag was shoved into his mouth, so fast that his tongue almost swallowed into his throat. For a while, I couldn't cough out a violent cough, I couldn't cough it out, I couldn't cough it out, and tears and snot were about to flow out together.

The jailer ignored him anymore, and sighed as he dragged him out: "Grandma, it's not that I'm afraid that you bite your tongue and find a short view, and you will scold in the court, so I don't bother to get this one for you." Hurry up, hurry up, don't miss the execution schedule! “

In this way, Dolgon was dragged out of the cell like a dog with a broken spine, dragged all the way to the prison, and sent to the entrance of the vegetable market.

At this time, on the streets of the capital, the prisoner cart was seen coming out of the cell, and the people gathered on both sides of the street looked at each other. Everyone wants to see clearly what the supreme ruler of the Great Qing Kingdom is like on the last day of his life.

From time to time they surrounded and blocked the road, and then the city auxiliaries shouted and scolded them to drive them away, and then they gave way to the prisoner cart again.

However, these people obviously refused to easily miss this rare opportunity to watch the execution of the Qing regent, and they followed the prisoner car all the way, and rushed to the entrance of the vegetable market with the old and the young.

By the time the prisoner car arrived at the entrance of Decai Market, a large number of people in the capital had already gathered in the square to see how the Tang army executed the regent of the Qing court, Dolgon.

After the prisoner car arrived, in the middle of the square, there was a shirtless executioner, on a piece of bluestone, attentively and carefully sharpening a ghost-headed steel knife, after repeated washing and polishing, he plucked two hairs, rested on the knife surface, and with a poof, the hair broke off in response.

When the executioner had sharpened his sword, Dorgon, who was covered in blood and had unkempt hair, shackled on his hands and feet, and a chain around his neck, was scolded by the soldiers and led like a dog to the middle of the square.

Immediately, one of the soldiers behind kicked him hard, and Dorgon threw himself to his knees.

Dorgon, unchained from his neck, looked sluggish, kneeling like a puppet in the middle of the square.

The entire onlookers of the army and civilians were in the form of an unplanned circle, surrounding the entire square, silently watching the center of the circle of Dolgon. The person standing in the back pulled his neck and struggled to look inside, for fear of missing the highlights.

On a high platform outside the square, Tian Wei, the mayor of the first town of the Tang Army, who was fully armored, served as the execution supervisor and beheading officer. He sat on a tiger head chair and quietly looked at Dolgon, who was surrounded by a large number of people and captives in the capital, his face was very solemn.

The executioner held a sharpened steel knife in his hand and walked slowly towards Dolgon, and when he reached Dolgon's side, he slowly turned around and looked at Tian Wei who was sitting on the high platform.

Tian Wei nodded lightly at him.

The executioner turned, lifted Dorgon 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 Dorgon in a rough voice: "Listen up, you bastard, whether you go to hell or turn into a pig or a dog depends on your own creation." You just want to become a bad ghost, and remember my face, don't find the wrong person for fucking revenge! ”

Dolgon, who was tied to a pillar with five flowers, had a rag in his mouth and could not speak at all. He slowly raised his head and looked at the fierce executioner in front of him, and squeezed out a miserable smile on his face full of coagulated blood.

The executioner sneered, and in his eyes, a fierce light flashed, and he said fiercely: "Don't worry, Mayor Tian said, in order to save time, I won't cut you 3,600 knives, and I won't cut you for three days and three nights, just go through the process." In addition, my knife is very fast, you won't hurt for too long, and you will go to eighteen layers of hell, if you have a conscience, remember to help me ask the king of Hades, Lao Tzu, this bowl of red rice, how long can the fuck last. ”

Hearing the executioner's mocking words, Dorgon trembled with anger, but he couldn't move at all.

The executioner nodded, and with a hey, he pulled out the rag from Dolgon's mouth, and with his right hand rushed forward, with a soft sound, and at once cut Dolgon's lips with a sharp knife with a bull's ear, and pulled it to his ear, and before he could scream, he thrust the tip of the knife again, and immediately pried his mouth open with the sharp knife, pulled out his tongue, and cut off half of it.

Dorgon trembled in pain, blood gushed from his mouth, and he whimpered, but he couldn't say anything more.

The executioner let out a light breath, threw half of his tongue on the ground, and then stomped it to pieces with his foot.

Dolgon was in terrible pain, blood was flowing 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 was muffled and 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.

The executioner's wrist shook a knife flower, the first knife first unscrewed off the chest**, and two knives in succession unscrewed down the flesh of the chest, respectively, thank God, thank God threw it up, thank you to the ground, and suddenly, there were two fresh and dripping blood holes in Dolgon's chest.

The executioners looked at their masterpieces with great interest, and they were engaged in Ling Chi for a long time, and they wanted to cut the flesh of the person with a knife, in which the tendons, veins, and nerves of the person were connected to the bones, and they only cut the flesh off the body piece by piece, and also to ensure that the prisoner could not die.

As time passed, the executioner's knife flowed like a cloud, fast and accurate, and the flesh on Dorgon's body flowed down in strands. The flesh on the human body is like flowing water, flowing down from the limbs with a roar, terrible and cruel!

And such a terrible scene, for the onlookers of the capital people, is simply like watching a big show, they regardless of men, women, old and young, have stretched their necks to watch carefully, the whole venue is silent, only the sound of heavy breathing one after another.

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

At this moment, the executioner threw away the bloodied knife in his hand, pulled Dorgon's braid from the back of his neck, and gently lowered Dorgon's head so that the severed head 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 Dolgon's neck was covered with blood, and the executioner carefully scraped it open with his fingernails, revealing this bloody line.

Then, he picked up the ghost-headed knife that had been sitting beside him, spat it hard into the ground, and then rushed towards Dolgon.

"Yikes!"

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

"Click!"

With a crisp clatter of slicing the neck bone, Dolgon's skull, accurately separated from the guillotine mark, with a gushing stream of bloody arrows, cut a short arc through the air, and the bones 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 Tian Wei, the mayor of Tang Jun Town, who was in the tiger head chair, watched the whole process of Dolgon's beheading without blinking, without any expression on his face.

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

The whole square was silent.

Tian Wei looked at Dolgon's bloody head expressionlessly, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"The order of the town, as ordered by His Majesty, that all the minced meat that Dolgon had picked up should be thrown to the dogs, and its skeleton should be powdered and thrown into the latrine. And its head is hung at the north gate of the capital, allowing it to look north to his hometown, which is also the benevolence of His Majesty. Tian Wei finished loudly with a smug face.

"Obey!"

After mincing meat and feeding it to the dogs, and throwing the skeleton into the toilet with bone meal, Dolgon's bloody head was also hung high above the north gate of the capital.

With only one eye left, he didn't know if he could see the way home.

And under this skull, there are many people in the capital, deliberately standing in it, waiting for one or two drops of residual blood on the skull to drip on their clothes. And those who were touched were all full of joy. It is said that if you get the blood of such a severed head, you can avoid the disaster of blood and light, and you can keep your family safe.

At this time, Hao Zeren, the former director of the Shengjing Security Department who was promoted to a senior official in Liaodong Province, immediately took thousands of soldiers to go outside Shengjing City to dig the graves of the old slave and Huang Taiji.

According to Li Xiao's instructions, it must reach the point where the tombs are completely destroyed and the bones are gone, and a group of Tang soldiers who started the tombs were unscrupulous, and they smashed them, and soon made these two prominent imperial tombs like a large stone digging site.

Soon, the mausoleums of the old slave and Huang Taiji, from the top of the tomb to the tomb road, from the outer room to the inner bed, were all smashed into a mess, and the two grand coffins made of golden silk nanmu were also carried out of the ground by the Tang soldiers shouting.

At this time, a sinister smile flashed on Hao Zeren's face.

"Quick, brothers, all bright guys, soak the coffins of these two Tartars, wash the mud-stained coffins well, and remove the filth."

Hao Zeren said loudly and took the lead in unbuttoning his pants.

"Brush Brush Brush ......"

Countless golden pillars of urine spewed out at the same time, washing the two coffins and shining in the sun.