On the wilderness away from the imperial tent, people from all over the Liao country gathered at this time.

Among these people, Liu Xiao knows a lot. He traveled around the world with the imperial court for several years, and many faces were seen every year. Either high-ranking officials or tribal leaders, or at least their heirs. When they appear at the bowl, they are able to enter the golden tent.

And Liu Xiao also knows the Tao, and there are many people who know him.

He was the champion of the Jiayin family in the tenth year of Xianyong (1074), but he was also the heir of the Liu family, one of the four major Han families, on Nanjing Road.

The Han people on Nanjing Road are headed by Han, Liu, Ma and Zhao. Liu's distant ancestor, Liu Yi, was the envoy of the Tang Lulong Festival. The Liu family has lived in Yan for generations, and when Shi Jin returned to Liao with sixteen states, the Liu family took refuge in the Khitan. Today, it has been four generations of prime ministers, and since Liu Xiao has become the champion, he will definitely be the prime minister in the future - the Han people can be the prime minister, and they will basically reach the top in the Liao State, and then they want to go up, unless they are given the identity and name of the Khitan.

But thousands of people were present, but there was no sound. There was no hustle and bustle during the hunt, and even though they knew each other well, no one came out to say hello to their friends......

These prominent people in the Liao state gathered together, centered on a tall earthen platform in the north, and lined up towards the south, but the middle was empty, just like the arrangement of civil and military officials in the previous dynasty.

Standing on the high platform is of course the de facto ruler of the Great Liao, Shangfu, the king of the Jin Kingdom, the Taishi and Taifu Yelu Yixin, and a group of cronies and important ministers.

With Liu Xiao's status, he can't stand on the high platform, and his position can't be considered close, but he stands relatively forward, and his position is also very flattering, directly in front of him, more than a dozen steps away, there are several metal objects with a huge dark color and huge body shape.

Never been on the battlefield, but already famous. After it was passed down from the south, it was painstakingly crafted by the country's top craftsmen.

Although the word artillery has spread throughout the north and south dynasties, all countries in the world. But it was the first time that it was publicly displayed in the Great Liao Kingdom and appeared in front of powerful people from all over the country.

But that's not the point today, the focus is on a group of tightly bound prisoners in front of the muzzles of the artillery.

The majesty of His Royal Highness Shangfu alone is not enough to silence the magnates, even in front of the real Son of Heaven, there are many characters who dare to whisper and laugh loudly. Normally, there will be at least some whispering, and it is the identity of the prisoners who have caused all this.

The group of prisoners tied to the muzzle of the gun, Liu Xiao is more familiar with the surrounding magnates, although they can't see their appearance clearly, their identities have long been in Liu Xiao's mind.

The former privy envoy of the Northern Court, the former King of Qishui County, and the two kings who were taken from office, that is, the head of the first department, Yili Sumire - before Emperor Taizu ascended the throne, he was only the Yili Sumire of the head of the Eight Divisions.

These are the highest-ranking prisoners.

The rest, there are high-ranking officials and dignitaries, the dignity of a clan, and the descendants of their families, and the concubines with lower status have either become shepherds in the Far North Military Prefecture, or have been cut down and eradicated earlier, and they are not qualified to be publicly executed.

Yes, it was a public execution of rebels.

The sin they committed was not a betrayal of Da Liao, but only a rebellion against Yelu Yixin as emperor. But when His Royal Highness Shang's father was in charge of the Great Liao Dynasty, they were out-and-out rebellious.

Liu Xiao watched a miscellaneous drama in his hometown in Nanjing Road, and there would be a lively gong and drum noise for a while before the opening. Using the blood of the enemy as the opening gong and drum to ascend to the throne of God, in the history books that Liu Xiao has read, you can see one by turning a few pages.

Yelu Yixin said a few words, and the guards beside him spoke loudly to everyone, although the voice was loud, but the wind was also loud, and when it reached Liu Xiao, it had become very blurred. He couldn't hear what was said, but he didn't need to hear it, he saw it.

A group of guards walked to the crowd behind the artillery, dragged a few people out of the prisoners, one corresponding to a cannon, firmly fastened to the muzzle of the cannon with stakes and ropes, and pulled off the cloth ball that was blocked in their mouths.

Shouting and cries rang out among the men, but no one paid any attention.

The guards all retreated, and at each of the cannons, a soldier came up with a torch.

Liu Xiao's throat began to dry, and his hands clenched into fists. It wasn't just him, everyone stared at the torches, silent, and a sense of tension filled the air.

The torch approached the end of the cannon.

Liu Xiao was facing the artillery, and he clearly saw that the torch was approaching a long white line.

The flames ignited the white line, which flashed sparks, which slid into the artillery.

Then there was the fire from the muzzle of the artillery, a cloud of white smoke was raised, and at the same time, several loud noises came and went, as if thunder was ringing in his ears, and it was like a heavy drum beating above his head, Liu Xiao's ears were buzzing, and he almost fell to the ground.

As the artillery rang out, the crowd retreated noisily, like the wind and grass, and fell down in shock.

The gale blew the flags, the smoke cleared immediately, and the crowd returned to calm.

Looking at the artillery again, the prisoner in front of the muzzle of the gun was gone.

The torso facing the muzzle of the cannon was gone, along with the stake behind it.

The lower half of the stake remained under the muzzle, and the lower bodies of several 'rebellious' people were still tightly tied to the stake.

On the nearest wooden stake to Liu Xiao, the red section is a foot in diameter, and a little white can be seen on the surface. It took him a moment to realize, it was the remnants of his vertebrae.

The wind, coming in your face, was mixed with the smell of blood and sulfur.

Liu Xiao's stomach suddenly churned, and the mutton soup he drank in the morning almost rushed to his throat. It wasn't that he hadn't seen bloody officials, but he had never seen such a tragic death.

He immediately closed his eyelids and twisted his face away. When he opened it again, Liu Xiao saw a clean young face with staring eyes, only ten steps away from his feet. But it was only a head with half a shoulder, and a face that he knew very well.

"Xiao ......"

The words blurted out were abruptly interrupted, because of the fear in my heart, and because I couldn't hold back the vomiting anymore.

Just when Liu Xiao lowered his head, there was also an exclamation nearby, the magnates closest to the artillery position, even if they had more knowledge, had never faced such a terrifying scene.

The magnates from different regions and different tribes are now ordinary and colorless. More than one person vomited, and as the moment the cannon was fired, the crowd stepped back again, farther away than the last time.

Liu Xiao raised his head, and the crowd that was originally crowded with him had already retreated to a farther position.

Further down, there is a sandy field sprinkled with minced meat.

His eyes saw something, Liu Xiao lowered his head again, it was a liver with a complete shape. Liu Xiao didn't know that it was a liver, but he knew that a moment ago, that internal organ was still in a living body.

The power of the artillery is simply terrifying.

A knife can cut a wound, a gun can poke a hole, a bone can shatter bones, but there is no weapon that can beat people to pieces, unless it is dropped from a thousand feet in the sky, unless it is added to the body by the blade, no matter how miserable the death is, there can still be a human figure left.

But if you are hit by artillery, you just don't, you are completely crushed, just the power of a cannon, it is terrifying.

Liu Xiao once heard that the army invaded the Song realm and forced the Song lord to conquer in person, and under the city of Shanzhou, the forward general Xiao Darin was hit by an iron spear shot by a crossbow of eight bulls, and half of his head was missing, and when he was buried, his face was covered with a silver mask. At that time, I thought it was a terrible death, but that kind of death was not as terrifying as it is today.

Vomiting again and gritting his teeth, Liu Xiao took a few steps back, and the screams in his ears rose again.

Turning his face and opening his eyes, Liu Xiao felt that he would never forget the scene he saw.

I saw a purple half of the intestines hanging on the face of an old man. After a gap of one or twenty steps, I don't know how it collapsed, and I just sat on the ground with a frightened old man who looked so strong, and no one next to him remembered to help him take it down, so he just screamed.

The old man Liu Xiao looked familiar, remembering that he was Situ in the tent of Uncle Guo, but he was definitely not a supporter of Shang's father, otherwise he would often appear in Shang's father's tent, and now he would also stand under the high platform, instead of standing in a position close to his own low official position.

In the uncle's room, there have not been many relatives of Shang's father Yelu Yixin, but after today's incident, the opponents on the surface are broken one by one, even if they oppose Yelu Yixin's usurpation, I am afraid that they will never dare to have dissenting intentions again.

Not only Liu Xiao here, but many places in the crowd were full of irrepressible exclamations. The magnates who were a little further back saw the tragic scene clearly, and they could not suppress their vocal cords.

Yelu Yixin on the high platform suddenly made a move and slowly stood up from his seat.

The screams stopped abruptly, like the chirping of insects on a summer night, when suddenly a man stepped into the grass, and for a moment, it became extremely silent.

Thousands of eyes reunited into Yelu Yixin's gaze, adding a lot of fear.

Then His Royal Highness Shangfu sat down again.

In front of the eyes of His Royal Highness Shangfu, another group of guards stepped forward, lifted the pillar in front of the cannon, and tied the next group of prisoners in front of the gun.

The artillery fired, and the rebels were crushed to pieces in the flames and smoke, reduced to a puddle of flesh and stumps.

The highest people in the field were dragged to the artillery, and Yelu Yixin stood up again, took a telescope from the guards beside him, and watched quietly.

Until the sound of the cannon sounded and the smoke cleared.

This is a deterrent to all opposing forces.

On this day, blood stained Yongpingdian red.

On the next day, Jeruyisin was about to make a proclamation to the Quartet.