"Come on, get a chair for this eight-grid general who is determined to sacrifice his life for the country, and watch the next execution with me."

Zhang Junlin's reaction made Ba Gesang happy in his heart.

He had often heard that the Inland were very fond of captives with backbone when they submitted to enemy generals.

Therefore, he deliberately showed that he was actually afraid to death, otherwise he would not have chosen to surrender but stubbornly resisted to the end.

At this time, seeing Zhang Junlin as he imagined, he felt that he had successfully grasped Zhang Junlin's preferences and became more arrogant.

"No need! I can stand! ”

Ba Gesang just pulled the style so high, how can he say that he can sit down.

Unless the monarch of South Vietnam personally moved a chair for him and invited him to sit down, he could give each other a step.

Zhang Junlin didn't bother to guess what Ba Gesang was thinking.

He asked the other party to sit down, but he was just worried that he would be intimidated when Ba Gesang watched the execution for a while, since the other party was so confident in his psychological state and physical fitness, what else to say.

"Since the eight-grid general is willing to stand and watch, stand high and see far, then you can stand." 、

“……”

Ba Gesang was caught off guard by Zhang Junlin's words.

Is he thinking too much about co-authorship?

The other party did not respect him, a backbone captive, but simply asked him to sit down and watch the execution?

Wait a minute.

Execute?!

"Monarch of South Vietnam, you want to abuse us?!" Ba Gesang once again put on a proud posture, and shouted: "Those who descend will not be killed, and those who descend also have dignity, if you violate the spirit of the martial arts, you will definitely be punished by the martial gods!" ”

If there were gods in this world, I would have punished you little widows a long time ago.

Zhang Junlin didn't bother to pay attention to the squeaky Bagesang, and greeted the high platform.

"Come on, wake up Xiang Yuwang and start the execution!"

Knowing that it was Xiang Yuzhi who was executed and not himself, Bagosang just breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly his heart was shocked, and he looked at the South Vietnamese monarch who gave the order in disbelief.

What?!

Nanyue Jun mainly executed the Western Chu generals?

Ba Gesang looked at the tens of thousands of South Vietnamese people in the three layers inside and outside the three layers around him, and his scalp was even more numb.

The execution of the Western Chu general in public is simply a challenge to the hegemonic authority of the Western Chu State.

In other words, the South Vietnamese don't even give face to the Western Chu State, and if they want to kill them next, they will do it as long as they want to.

Is this still the weak and incompetent South Vietnam in his impression?

"Poof!"

Before Ba Gesang came back to his senses, the old man who was executed on the high platform had already taken a large sip of rice wine and sprayed it on the knife.

The four strong men next to Xiang Yuzhi tied the person to the T-shaped bracket and let Xiang Yuwang stand, so that the local soldiers and civilians in the audience could see it clearly.

Then.

"Whoa" sounded.

A basin of cold water poured down from the top of Xiang Yuwang's head.

Xiang Yuwang immediately came to his senses and gasped.

The broken tendons of his hands and feet were so painful that he trembled all over his body, and he wanted to gasp, but he found that he had a cloth in his mouth, and he could only make a "hmm" sound, and his face was full of anger.

"Your Majesty, do you want to remove the cloth from his mouth?"

The anger on the old man's face was no less than Xiang Yuwang's.

Many of his relatives and friends stayed in Linhai City and had no time to escape, and they had already turned into corpses.

He had already heard from the survivors when he was preparing.

It was this general of Western Chu who opened the way for the captives that Linhai City would be breached so smoothly.

It was this Western Chu general who ordered to let the Japanese take more hostages, so that the women in the city suffered great humiliation before they died.

This case of guilt, not to mention Ling Chi, even if he is drunk and pickled Xiang Yuwang makes life worse than death, everyone in Linhai City eats his meat, it is not too much!

"Not necessarily."

Although Zhang Junlin broke Xiang Yuwang's tendons, the strength of the seventh-order martial artist was not a joke.

What if you hurt someone with your "tone".

Besides, there is no point in crying wolf.

Sometimes the pain without a sound is more memorable.

"Monarch of South Vietnam...... Are you going to kill General Xiang? ”

When Ba Gesang saw the knife in the old man's hand, it was obviously not very lethal, but it gave him a sense of horror.

Just killing one person and engaging in such a big battle?

Unlikely.

"General Bage, our South Vietnamese national law is cloudy, and if we commit the crime of treason and murder, we can carry out the punishment of Ling Chi."

"Ling Chi?"

Ba Gesang didn't react to what kind of murder method this was, but it sounded terrifying.

"Doesn't the eight-grid general know about Ling Chi?"

Zhang Jun said in his heart: No wonder it can still stand.

"The so-called Ling Chi, to put it simply, is to cut off the flesh on a person's body piece by piece while he is alive, which is also called a thousand knives, this Yu Wang led you to kill thousands of my people in South Vietnam, even if it is one person and one knife, he can't pay it back."

The killing intent in these words was like substance, like a huge wall pressing on Ba Gesang's heart.

It was indeed because Xiang Yuwang gave them support that Western Chu promised to cede the territory of South Vietnam, that they gathered all the strong laborers on the island and went to South Vietnam to land inland, intending to occupy Linhai City.

But it's actually them who do it!

When he thought of the South Vietnamese women who had died under them, he felt a cool breath rush up from the soles of his feet, causing him to shiver, unsteady on his feet, and sit on the ground with his ass paralyzed.

Yo.

Before he started to go under the knife, a few words scared this Japanese general into paralysis?

The pretended backbone is really easy to discourage.

"General Bage, don't sit on the ground, come on, come on, quickly bring the chair over, and ask these prisoners who have come from afar to sit down, and watch the execution while thinking about what I just proposed."

The proposal of the South Vietnamese monarch?

After the interpreters next to him conveyed Zhang Junlin's meaning word for word, the captives and crew members looked at each other, and no one dared to refuse on the spot the proposal of the South Vietnamese monarch to let them lead the way, like Ba Gesang.

The body of the captive who had been slain on the ground was still lying there quietly.

It would be a blessing to die a more painful death like that companion.

But if he dies like General Xichu on the high platform, it will really be unpeaceful.

The chairs are placed in the most suitable position for viewing.

The distance is so close that if Xiang Yuwang has high blood pressure or the old man's technique is poor, he can spray blood on these people.

Zhang Junlin nodded with satisfaction and instructed the old man who was sharpening his knife.

"Let's be executed."

Poof!

The white knife goes in and the red knife comes out.

The sharp knife in the old man's right hand pierced into the middle of the ribs in Xiang Yuwang's chest, hooked upward, picked up a piece of meat and flew into the sea bowl held in his left hand.

The knife then moves over the flesh and takes both breasts.

"Mmmmmm

Xiang Yuwang had also suffered a lot of injuries on the battlefield, but for the first time, he felt this powerlessness and fear of being slaughtered by others.

Feeling the sharp knife swimming in his body, from cold to hot, he couldn't help but see the sky-high fire of the fishing village last night, and the villagers screaming in the flames.

"Hmm!"

Another sharp pain struck, making him convulsive all over his body, and he couldn't help but clench his fists, but the pain was even more intense.

Look down.

The old man who executed was holding a boning knife in his right hand, and he was swimming from his forearm to his shoulder, and with the movement of the boning knife, the sea bowl in the old man's hand was piled up, and a new bowl was replaced.

"Hmm!"

Xiang Yuwang's muscles were bruised, and he wanted to pass out, but the old man's technique was very exquisite.

The pain gradually intensified, but he was able to keep him awake.

This kind of tossing like a blunt knife cutting flesh made Xiang Yuwang mad in pain but unable to do anything.

His ears seemed to echo the screams and sobs of the women in the city when he slept last night, and gradually turned into scolding, laughter, and curses.

"You brutes don't die well!"