"Oh God!"

I don't know who prayed, and those who were taken to serve in labor closed their eyes, and they did not dare to look any further.

Even those Heavenly Sect disciples did not dare to look any further, and a commotion immediately swept the crowd on both sides of the strait, and people exchanged their heads and whispered to each other. Many people lowered their heads and did not dare to look, and some did not look back, but ran home quickly.

There were also many people who looked at the stiff and straight figure of Mirievsky hanging in the air without saying a word.

They were frightened by the scene in front of them, and their legs went limp, but they couldn't help but look at it.

The Celestials could run, but they Christians could not leave, otherwise they would be taken as Miryevsky's accomplices.

At this time, the captain and two soldiers approached Miryevsky again and took a closer look at him. Only a small amount of blood flowed down the stake. He was still alive and sane. His ribs rose and fell, and he could even see the blood vessels in his neck beating, and his eyes kept turning and moving. A murmuring sound came out between his closed teeth, and he could only understand a few words:

"Turks...... Turks ......"

Glaring at the Turkish captain in front of him, he cursed.

"Turks...... You will not die well...... You will not die well...... God, God can testify that you will all be killed, all killed......"

In the end, Miryevsky even roared with all his might.

"Christians, do not forget that you are faith, do not forget your hatred, Christians, God can testify that we will be free ...... eventually"

Miryevsky's roar echoed in the air, and the annoyed captain immediately raised his whip and whipped him.

"Shut up, you damn infidel!"

"God Will Punish Your ......"

From time to time, the whip fell, and Miryevsky did not give in, but his voice grew weaker and weaker......

That night, most of the residents inside and outside the city fell asleep with palpitations. To be more precise, only a few people can sleep, and most people can't sleep at all. Many of them, in tears all night, prayed for Miryevsky.

The next day was Monday, a sunny September morning. Not a single person, whether in the city or on the construction site of the bridge being repaired, did not raise his eyes to the scaffolding that was there. On the edge of the scaffolding, a lone man stood upright, like a man standing at the stern of a ship. Many people wake up in the morning and think that what they saw and heard on the construction site yesterday was just a dream, and now, looking at that person, they become stunned and shocked, it is not a nightmare, it is a real thing that happened in broad daylight.

The workers are still as silent as yesterday, full of frustration. The inhabitants of the city were still whispering and uneasy. The captain went on another trip to the torture rack and stayed with Miryevsky for a long time. They talked a few words and looked up

His face flickered. He also tugged at his trouser legs. Then they returned to the shore and passed by the workers without saying a word, from which it was concluded that Miryevsky had finally died.

It was only then that the Christians felt a sigh of relief, as if an invisible victory had been achieved.

Everyone looked up at Miryevsky on the torture rack, and he was no longer so timid. They felt that in hand-to-hand combat with the Turks, the balance of power had shifted in their favor. For them, the murder of their compatriots is the most appealing. The high pressure has kept them from speaking, and now, they have nothing to fear. The people with burnt faces and messy beards, who pry large rocks with pine wood, sweaty and exhausted, could not help but whisper about Miryevsky when they rested.

"May God forgive him......"

"Oh, he's a martyr! It's so uncomfortable! “

"Don't you think he's become an immortal? He's a saint, man! ”

Everyone was secretly depicting Miryevsky on a stake, as if he were striding with his head held high, leading a procession forward, feeling that he stood majestically, neither looking terrible nor insignificant. On the contrary, everyone thinks that he is incomparably outstanding, incomparably great, that he has transcended the sainthood, that he has been cut off from the earth, that he is self-contained, that he is not bound by any human shackles, and that he has no advantages or worries. No one can do anything to him anymore, swords, guns, slander, even Turkey

The prostitution of men is helpless against him.

In their opinion, Mirievsky's straight body, with his upper body bare, his limbs framed, and his head resting on the top of a stake, would not rot, and he was like a statue, condescending, not afraid of the wind and rain, standing there forever.

Workers often dropped their work, turned around and secretly drew a cross on his chest in front of him.

And the women, too, seized their time to cook, and walked out of the house to their neighbors to say a few words, shed a few tears, and then hurried home again, for fear that the rice on the stove would burn. A woman lit an everlasting lamp in front of the icon, and everyone immediately did the same, lighting it and hiding it in the corner of the room.

In a solemn atmosphere, the children blinked their little eyes, looked at the faint light, and listened to the prayers of adults, intermittently, and they could only understand a few words of prayer.

"May God bless us!"

"O God, please bless the souls of the martyrs and return them to heaven......"

"O God, please build a church for the martyrs......"

"Ah, save us, God Almighty, destroy the enemy and end their reign!"

The children tirelessly said to the Tao." What do the words "martyr" mean? Who built the church? Where was it made? The boys' curiosity was particularly strong, and the mothers had to deal with their children's sentences:

"Say no more, my little liver! Don't ask anymore, listen to your mother, you have to watch out for all evil Turks for the rest of your life! ”

"Child, remember the brutality of those Turks, promise me, child, never give up your faith......"

Before dusk the next day, the captain inspected the construction site again, and when he saw the corpse on the pile, he thought that he had made an example of him, and he was very satisfied with the current effect, so he gave instructions to the people.

"You guys, throw this crumb out and feed it to the dogs......"

Compared to the Christians, the Turkish captain had no sympathy for the martyrs on the torture rack, and just as he was saying this, suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves was heard.

A Turk on his horse shouted as he galloped.

"Bandits, bandits have attacked the city......"

Gunshot!

The sound of cannons echoed in the air.

In September 1683, it was a boiling summer for the Balkans, when hundreds of thousands of Turkish troops attacked Vienna, and an uprising broke out in the Balkans.

On this day, the rebels came out of the deep mountains and dense forests and came to a place only two hours away from the city. There they destroyed the monasteries of the Turks with artillery and burned down the houses of the Turks. Thousands of Turks and traitors were burned to death in their houses.

In the evening, the Turks and Serbs in the city heard the rumbling of cannons.

Cannon!

The rebels actually have artillery!

This completely turned their imagination on their minds, and it stands to reason that the insurgents only had arquebuses at best, but now the rebels had artillery.

The sound of the Serbian rebel army's artillery made all the Serbians in the city become excited, as if the cannon symbolized strength and freedom.

Amid the sound of the cannons, people were full of anticipation for the rebels, who expected them to quickly occupy the area and liberate them.

When night had completely fallen, the artillery fire that appeared on the hill on the opposite bank excited the Serbs in the city, and it was a real artillery fire. From the city, the artillery fire of the rebels could be seen with the naked eye.

Both the Turks and Serbs saw the red artillery fire, and even the Turkish monasteries in the city were destroyed by the shelling.

People hid behind windows, or in the darkness of courtyards, staring for long periods of time at the other side of the river, watching the artillery fire erupt from there. Serbian women, on the other hand, drew crosses in the dark, and their hearts were so agitated that they could not be described, and tears welled up in their eyes.

"O God, bless your warriors, bless them for defeating the cruel Turks, bless them for rescuing your people......"

"Almighty God, bless your warriors......"

The women watched the artillery fire of the rebels with tears in their eyes, they prayed and prayed for the soldiers, and each of them, with tears in their eyes, knelt there, and they lit the holy lamp.

This situation is similar to that of 200 years ago, when they prayed for their ancestors, who were also here, who resisted the Turks here, who failed, and then for more than 200 years, they were all slaves of the Turks......

And now, on this day, people once again saw hope through tears, the hope of freedom, and saw black shadows falling from the sky and falling in the city, and those Turks who had once been invincible trembled in the flames.

"For God!"

Amid the sound of horses' hooves, thousands of insurgents shouted, they raised their swords high, mounted on their horses, and charged the city, and as they rushed across the river, passing by Miryevsky, who was still standing there, he looked at the city, which had been occupied by the Turks for more than 200 years, and was boiling again, and the city was full of excited shouts of Serbs......