On Sunday, this day, people still need to work as usual, but today even the overseers are a little distracted. Before dawn, word spread that the saboteurs had been caught, tortured, and executed at noon.

The atmosphere of terror quickly spread throughout the construction site, and after the arrival of the Sultan in Belgrade, those who served in labor worked silently, no one wishing to meet the eyes of others, as if the end of the world had come.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, the inhabitants of the city, most of them Tianfang cultists, came to the vicinity of the construction site. The children climbed onto large unused boulders. Workers gather around the narrow wooden planks to receive the buns they talk about for their day. As they ate their bread, they looked around silently, their hearts filled with anger.

After a while, a Turkish official came, and with him came several gentlemen in addition to several Turkish officials. They were all Turks, and they were all standing on a dry plateau in front of the bridge.

Abidaga, who was the local administrator, went to the stables again and saw that everything was ready: an oak stake about a man high, finely sharpened and smeared with soot, with a pointed tip wrapped around an iron head. Two pieces of wood were nailed to the scaffolding to secure the stake. There was a wooden hammer for nailing stakes into the body, in addition to ropes and other things.

The Turkish captain looked a little flustered, his eyes red. Until now, he has received disgruntled glances from the mayor Abidaga from time to time - God can testify that such an important bridge has been destroyed, and now hundreds of thousands of troops are attacking Vienna, and many supplies are to be sent to the front from here.

"Listen well, if there's a little bit of a fart leak that makes me embarrassed in front of the public, don't come to see me if you're not as good as this shit, I'm going to throw you two wild dogs into the river and drown."

Then the captain said sternly:

"These six Ike (silver coins) are your reward, and if you can keep him alive until the evening, add six more Ike. In short, everyone must see his retribution! “

From the top of the tower of the Great Mosque in the city center came the crisp sound of prayers. After a while, the door to the stables opened.

The Turkish soldiers, five in two rows, came out from both sides of Miryevsky, barefoot, bareheaded, and walking as fast as before, but no longer with his legs out, and no longer swaying from side to side. He walked with difficulty, walked strangely, as if he were jumping, and the nails on his feet had been removed, leaving bloody wounds. He carried a white stake with a sharpened tip on his shoulder. The executioner followed.

The captain rode a chestnut horse, and out of nowhere, he walked ahead of the group. In fact, the nearest scaffolding is only a hundred paces away.

People are on tiptoe and neck stretched, looking at this countryman who dares to destroy the bridge. They were surprised by his ordinary, nothing unusual, and so different from what people imagined. In fact, none of them knew why he was walking so strangely, and no one could see the scars on his body. Everyone even thinks that he is not like a grand man, and it is not surprising that he can do such an earth-shattering thing and be killed.

Only that long white stake always catches people's eyes.

When the gang reached the shore, the captain jumped off his horse, handed the rope to the servant with great vigour, and disappeared with the others on the steep and muddy embankment. After a while, they reappeared in their original formation by the scaffolding at the bottom of the riverbed and began to climb cautiously upward. In the aisle of the scaffolding, the soldiers tightly surrounded Miryevsky to prevent him from jumping into the river. They walked slowly, higher and higher, until they reached the top. There is a medium-sized room-sized platform made of wooden planks, much like a stage above the river.

Miryevsky, the captain and the three executioners stopped here, while the soldiers of the patrol were scattered on the scaffolding.

The people standing on the high ground were only a hundred steps away from this platform, and they could see everyone on it, but they could not hear their voices, and the specific situation was not so real. Spectators on the Left Bank are much farther away from the platform, so do everything they can to see and hear something. But they couldn't hear anything, and what caught their eyes was nothing more than an uninteresting situation.

He hesitated for a moment as the executioner, Mirievsky, lay down, and then, regardless of whether the soldiers were present or not, walked up to the captain affectionately, as if he were an old friend, and whispered:

"Hey, please do well, I am grateful to you in life and death, you have brought me to fruition at once, so that I will not suffer too much."

The captain jumped to his feet and shouted at him as if to protest that he had mistaken someone.

", you Christian! If you have the audacity to destroy the Sultan's property, why do you put on such a pretense and plead? Everything will go according to the rules, and you deserve it. ”

Miryevsky bowed his head helplessly. At this moment, the executioner approached and removed his sheepskin jacket and shirt, revealing the scars all over his body. He didn't say a word anymore, he was at the mercy of others, and lay on the plank. The executioner tied his hands behind his back and tied a rope under his calves. The executioners each held a rope and pulled it vigorously to the sides, parting his thighs. One of the executioners placed a stake on two short logs, the tip of which was aimed at his crotch. He then drew a broad-bladed knife from his belt, knelt beside him, and leaned down to cut through his trousers, tearing the crack wide enough for the stake to penetrate him.

At this time, people who originally thought that this scene was a little prosaic finally saw the most terrifying scene, but most people couldn't see it at all. All they could see was that the bound Miryevsky shook as the knife slashed through his trousers, and he threw himself up, as if to stand up, but immediately fell to the plank with a thud. When all this was done, the executioner jumped up, took a wooden hammer on the ground, and began to slowly and gently pound the lower end of the stake. At each blow, he paused for a moment, first to see how the stake was inserted into the human body, and then to look at the two executioners, and told them to pull the rope slowly, not too violently. Miryevsky's body twitched instinctively, and with each blow, his spine arched upward, but the two ropes immediately straightened his body again.

The banks of the river were silent, and every hammer and its echo on the cliff were clearly audible. Those who were close could even hear the sound of his forehead hitting the plank, and a heart-pounding sound that did not resemble a groan or a cry of grief, nor a dying pant, nor at all a human voice. His entire body, pulled by the rope and topped by the stake, produced a crunching sound similar to that of a broken branch.

With each blow, the executioner approached him, leaned over to see if the stake had deviated from the direction, and when he was sure that the stake had not wounded any vital parts of Miryevsky's body, he returned to his position and continued the beating.

The people on both sides of the river could only hear a little sound, and could hardly see anything. But people all had trembling legs, pale faces, and even cold fingers.

The hammering then stopped for a while, because the executioner noticed that the skin above the prisoner's right shoulder bone was bulging and the muscles were tense, and he quickly walked over and cut a cross with a knife in the bulge. A wisp of pale red blood flowed from the knife edge, and the more it flowed, the more it flowed. He lightly and carefully hammered it two or three times, only to see that the iron-clad tip of the stake was exposed at the incision. he

After a few more strokes, the tip of the stake was in line with the right ear.

Miryevsky's punishment was like a lamb skewered with a barbecue fork, except that the tip of the stake did not come out of his mouth, but from his back, so there was no serious damage to his intestines, heart, or lungs. Blood trickled down from the inlet and outlet of the stake, dripping puddle after puddle on the plank.

The executioner threw the wooden fade aside and looked around the bloody water on the plank to observe the motionless Miryevsky. The two executioners turned him over and tied his legs to the lower part of the stake with ropes. The executioner looked to see if he was still alive, and found that his face was hideous, his eyes were wide open and only a look of horror remained, his eyelids did not move, and his stiff lips were open to show his teeth. His facial muscles had lost control and thus lost their normalcy. His heart was still beating faintly, and his lungs were breathing rapidly.

In the midst of a dull scream, the executioners erected him, and they moved with swiftness like a sheep on a roast fork.

"Be careful, be careful......"

The executioners shouted loudly, telling them to be careful.

"Don't shake his body, tap ......"

He shouted and assisted. They sandwiched the lower end of the stout stake between two pieces of wood that had been fixed to the scaffolding and nailed it with large nails, and supported the lower end of the stake from the prisoner's back with a short wooden stick, and the other end of the short wooden stick was placed on the scaffolding, and both ends were nailed with nails.

When the three executioners had done this, they retreated to where the patrol soldiers were.

Miryevsky was the only one left there, naked, with his head up, his chest held out, fixed to a stake. From a distance, one can faintly see the stake passing diagonally over him, his feet tied to the stake, and his hands tied behind his back, like a statue standing above the river near the edge of the scaffolding.

Blood flowed from under his crotch, staining the white stake red......