Reborn from the ashes: The Fifth Miss Devil

"...After one hour, if you have not withdrawn from Tongding City, you can wait to collect the body of the twelve princes. Of course, the sooner you withdraw, the twelve princes will suffer less. You know, I promised the people of Baoxin City that I will avenge them." After speaking coldly, Yun Jingchu raised his hand and ordered loudly: "All the generals obey the order, retreat a mile, and rest in place!" Yun Jing On the first day of the new year, the army retreated in an orderly manner.

After retreating for nearly one mile, Yun Jingchu commanded the army to rest on the spot.The reason why she retreated was because in this way, the range of each other's bows and arrows would not be able to reach, which made it easier for her to do certain things.

Yun Jingchu ordered people to set up a cross, tied Dajier to it, stripped off his coat, dipped a whip in salt water, and whipped him with different strengths.Dajier gritted his teeth and tried his best not to make a sound, but sometimes he couldn't help moaning when he was beaten hard.

If they were all hit with the same strength, maybe Dajier would not be in such pain. The same pain, and he would become numb after getting used to it. If you can't let go, the torment in your heart will be greater than the pain in your body.

Yun Jingchu was sitting by the side, leisurely lighting a fire and eating meat.

On the tower, Dasil stared blankly, Damur's face was gloomy, his expression was deep, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Every once in a while, Yun Jingchu loudly asked Dasil and Damur on the top of the wall: "How about it, Ninth Prince, Thirteenth Prince, have you thought about it yet?"

Dasil was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, trying to persuade Damur and Maodan for a while, but unfortunately, both of them gritted their teeth and refused to let go.

A quarter of an hour passed.Yun Jingchu suddenly raised the condiment in his hand, and said to the soldiers who were executing: "Give some of this condiment to Twelve Princes, I will use it later."

"Yes." The soldier accepted the seasoning notifications with a blank expression, dipped the seasoning inside with a brush, and brushed the wounds of the Twelve Princes layer by layer, honey, salt, pepper, cumin...

Twelfth Prince Rao is a strong man, so he couldn't help but let out a miserable cry.

Daxier's face turned pale when he heard it, and his heart was always angry and anxious. He pointed at Yun Jingchu from a distance and said sharply: "Stinky bitch, stop!"

"The thirteenth prince, don't worry, I can give you a suggestion. Don't you have 4 people in your hand? You can force your ninth brother to withdraw from the city. In this way, you don't have to watch your twelfth brother suffer." Alright." Yun Jingchu suggested with a smile.

As soon as Daxier heard it, he said angrily: "Don't promote and separate people, this king will not be fooled by you."

Yun Jingchu sneered, "It seems that you don't care as much about your Twelfth Brother's life as you do." After finishing speaking, Yun Jingchu turned to Dajier, "How is it? Twelve Princes, you can see your brothers clearly Is it true?"

Because of the pain, Dajier's face was flushed purple, he gritted his teeth and grunted, unwilling to answer.

"It seems that this commander is still too kind." Yun Jingchu's face darkened, and then he said to the soldiers who were executing: "Take a few pieces of meat from the chest of the twelve princes. This king is going to roast it and entertain his brothers." , Maybe his brother will find out his conscience after eating his meat, maybe he will take his life into consideration."

The executioner replied blankly, "Yes." He turned around, took a slender sheep-killing knife, and walked towards Dajier under his horrified eyes.