The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

Chapter 279: Wendeng

Butcher Wang has been killing pigs for half his life, but today is the first time he has killed someone.

He looked at the burly Kaiyuan soldier in front of him, his spirit collapsed, he suddenly dropped the knife, collapsed to the ground, and burst into tears.

Song Yingsheng, who witnessed this scene, waved his hands and said with gritted teeth:

"Tolerating rebels is as bad as committing the treason! Kill them!"

Lord Song's personal guards immediately raised their swords and stabbed Wang Er's lower abdomen with the swords as he was half-kneeling.

The other two bodyguards stepped forward and dragged the butcher towards the river.

The guard held the bloody head and pointed his blood-stained sword at the butcher closest to him:
"You, cut it quickly!"

The butcher held the knife in his hand and walked tremblingly to Zhang Bazong.

"Master...Master...please bear with it..."

Zhang Bazong spat a mouthful of blood and phlegm on the butcher's face.

"Hurry up! Damn your ancestors!"

The onlookers were frightened by the bloody scene before them. Wendeng has simple folk customs and it is a small place, so no criminals would be executed by slow slicing for three to five years.

All the women in the crowd fell to their knees, their cries shaking the wild land.

Some brave men stared blankly at the skeleton on the platform with their mouths wide open.

Song Yingsheng took the teacup and took a sip of tea seriously.

Lord Song glanced around the entire room. When the people saw him, they acted as if they had seen a ghost. Everyone took two steps back in panic.

Song Yingsheng nodded with satisfaction, called his personal soldiers forward, and began to execute Jin Yuji.

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He hunched his back, his tall and burly body huddled among a group of fishermen watching the fun, trying hard to make himself less noticeable.

When the people shouted "Justice" to Song Yingsheng, he raised his hand. When the people retreated, he also retreated.

He told himself that he didn't exist, he was a shadow.

He no longer existed, but that guard always existed. He vaguely remembered the man's appearance in the central guard. After experiencing the shipwreck, he forgot the man's name.

Now, the guard is reduced to a skeleton.

He also changed his appearance.

He was wearing a conical hat and a tattered straw raincoat, and the smell of fish was deep in his bones.

In terms of appearance and smell, he was no different from the Wendeng fishermen around him.

Three days ago, he was rescued at the beach and put on his current outfit.

With the cover of the crowd, he moved forward cautiously until he was only fifty steps away from the traitor under the umbrella.

At this distance, he was confident that he could hit the opponent with a bow and arrow, but unfortunately, he didn't have a crossbow or a musket with him.

Perhaps, they have followed his brother's body and drifted back to Liaodong.

"Closer, within ten paces, and I can kill him with a knife."

The brothers of the Qi family army died in Hunhe River, and Ping Liaohou summoned the survivors to join the central army guard.

He stared intently at the familiar executioner under the umbrella, like a hunting tiger, hunching his body and shrinking his back, waiting for a full-strength attack.

He suddenly remembered that Captain Zhang, who was being tortured to death on the high platform, was one of the surviving Zhejiang soldiers and his comrade-in-arms.

Without reinforcements or companions, this was an assassination attempt with no chance of success.

Although tens of thousands of people are coming.

He clenched his two hammers.

After three cannon shots, a Wendeng official stepped forward, pointed at Jin Yuji who was waiting to be executed, and shouted:

"The prisoner, Jin Yuji, attempted to assassinate an imperial official, colluded with the Kaiyuan rebels, and conspired to commit rebellion. She is sentenced to death by slicing, and the execution is supervised by Song Zhizhou of Anle Prefecture in Liaodong."

On the east side of the parade ground, five or six dusty beggars were clamoring to get closer to the execution ground to watch the execution. The Japanese soldiers were waving wooden sticks, but they couldn't drive them away.

"How dare you! Prefect Song will execute those who rebel. Anyone who dares to make noise and disturb the situation will be punished as a traitor!"

The beggars refused to give in and insisted on going forward.

"General, please be kind and give us some of the human flesh you cut off. We are Liao people who have fallen on hard times here. We were terribly harmed by Liu Zhaosun. We haven't had any food in Shandong for several days and are starving. Being killed is better than starving to death!" "Go over there and beg for food. Are you blind? This is the execution ground!"

Just as the situation was at a stalemate, a group of people using guns and sticks to sell medicine on the west side of the execution ground also shouted that they wanted to come in.

Yang Qilong waved to the servant, who immediately stepped forward and shouted:
"Where did this bastard come from? He's so clueless! Do you want to die?!"

A young man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes came out from the group of medicine vendors, with a goose feather knife slung at his waist, and shouted loudly:
"You are government lackeys, country bumpkins! You are toads in the well! We brothers have traveled far and wide, and even if we kill someone in Beijing, the government will be in trouble. In the small county of Wendeng, killing a weak woman is a bigger deal than in Beijing! We will go there, dig out their hearts, livers and lungs, and buy them for a huge price to use as medicine! Don't block our way to wealth!"

Yang Qilong's servant was furious and swung the scabbard at the handsome young man. Unexpectedly, before the scabbard was released, there was a flash of light and a cracking sound. The arm holding the knife was somehow broken by the young man. The servant fell to the ground and rolled around in pain.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Song Yingsheng summoned his personal guards and shouted loudly:
"It's the remnants of Liu the Bandit who have sneaked in. Be careful! Don't let any of them escape!"

Hardly had he finished his words when he saw a few wandering Taoists coming from the south of the execution ground, clamoring to come in.

The leading Taoist priest waved his whisk with a peaceful look on his face.

"I am Lin Jiushu, the 72nd generation Taoist priest of Mount Laoshan. I am leading my disciples on a pilgrimage here today. Monks cannot interfere in worldly affairs. However, you have killed a weak woman and her baby. This sin is too great. After the death of this woman and her baby, they will turn into evil spirits and harm the world forty-nine days! I am compassionate and will help you to attain salvation without charge. How dare you, ordinary people, stop me? Get out of the way!"

The servant was furious when he heard this:

"Monks, stay out of other people's business! Get out of here! If you don't leave, I'll send you all to the afterlife!"

At this time, a group of merchants came from the north of the execution ground, pushing three wheelbarrows wrapped in black cloth, and it was unclear what the goods were.

The servant shouted, "No approach, stand back!"

The leading merchant, a man with a Shaanxi accent, took two steps forward, pulled out a handful of silver from his pocket, and openly bribed the servant in front of thousands of people:

"General, we merchants need to hurry on our journey, and you are blocking us here. We can't get through. It's too late, and we have to sleep outdoors tonight. General, please be kind and let us pass as a token of your appreciation."

The servant looked at the silver in the merchant's hand, swallowed his saliva, and decisively refused:
"Get away! Do I look like someone who would accept money?! We are executing the Kaiyuan rebels today, how can I let you go? If you want to hurry, take another route."

The Shaanxi guest smiled, put away the silver, and said humbly:

"Sir, you're right. We're from Sanyuan and don't know the roads here. Sir, please tell me where to get across. We'll just take this main road."

The servants were unwilling to let him go.

Song Yingsheng shouted angrily, pointing at the servants and personal soldiers and cursing:
"You bunch of useless people! What are you all standing there for? Drive them all away. Those who refuse to leave will be killed on the spot! If you fail to punish the rebels, the court will punish you!"

Song Yingsheng and others had already set up a tight net at the execution ground and ambushed people, waiting for the more than 20 Kaiyuan soldiers who had escaped to return and fall into the trap.

I didn't expect so many people would come.

At that moment, a large group of Japanese soldiers surrounded the execution ground, pointing their swords at the people outside.

Song Yingsheng pointed at the butcher who was still sharpening his knife and shouted:

"No need for slow slicing, execute her immediately and chop off her head!"

A tall servant jumped onto the platform, pushed away the trembling butcher in front of him, and swung his knife to chop at Jin Yu Ji.

No sooner said than done, there was a sudden shouting from all sides of the training ground.

Suddenly, the Taoist priest from Mount Laoshan took out the cymbals and gongs used to pray for the souls of the dead from his arms, jumped onto the carriage, and started beating them.

The three merchants took out their conch shells and started blowing them with their necks tilted back.

The deep trumpet sound instantly resounded over the parade ground.

"The cymbals and gongs of the Kaiyuan Army!"

Song Yingsheng and Zeng Qixiao exclaimed at the same time.

Many of the people around had seen the Kaiyuan army fight to suppress the Wenxiang Sect, and immediately remembered that this was Kaiyuan's attack order.

The three carts were set on fire, making crackling sounds, and then more than a dozen flames rose into the air and flew towards the executioner under the umbrella.

The crowd suddenly became chaotic. The people shouted and pushed the surrounding Japanese-prepared troops who were maintaining order. Thousands of people rushed to escape.

The servants and personal soldiers tried their best to suppress the rebellion, but it was impossible to stop them.

A tiger-shaped man, who looked like a black tower, threw his hat into the air, took out two fist-like hammers from his arms, and danced with them vigorously.

He roared loudly, and it was like a thunderbolt in the sky. He rushed out from a group of fishermen, jumped onto the platform in three steps, and knocked the servant away with a hammer.

Lin Yu used a dagger to cut Jin Yuji's rope, and faced the dense weapons below the stage, rushing towards the executioner.

"I am Lin Yu, the most powerful warrior under the command of Marquis Ping Liao! All 100,000 Kaiyuan troops are here. All of you soldiers and civilians of Wendeng who want to survive, get out of the way!"

(End of this chapter)