Ming Taizi's Total War

Chapter 71

"Captain, this knife is too blunt to cut off the head."

In order to behead so many rebels, Zhu Cihong transferred all the executioners in the city, and also transferred some system soldiers to be the executioners.

With so many executioners, it is natural to divide them into teams, and then appoint a captain. The captain will inspect the beheading situation, record the results of each executioner, and replace the execution knives for them, so that the beheading can be performed quickly.

They don't need any order from the supervisor to execute the execution, they just cut it off and it's over, and in order to encourage them to work hard, Zhu Cihong even offered each head a half-hang reward.

After such a day of killing, each of these executioners can become a small rich man.

Otherwise, there will be another 2000 people in the future. If they are killed slowly like in the usual TV dramas, and their bodies are verified, they will not have to wait until tomorrow.

"It doesn't cost that much to use a knife. I can't even change it. Look, there are still more heads in the back. There are so many knives for you to change."

"I know, I know, I must use it carefully."

"Hey, captain, why isn't this sword a big sword with a ghost head?"

"Do you think there are so many ghost swords? In order to equip so many executioners, all the ghost swords in Jinling have been transferred here."

"If you don't want to use this ring sword, you don't need to use it if you have an axe."

"Prepare it for me. I haven't used the guy in the army yet. Try it."

"Okay, hurry up, you're already behind." The captain patted Chen Shuqi on the shoulder and said to him.

After the captain left, Chen Shuqi used the ring-shoulder he had just obtained to slash on the neck of the prisoner in front of him.

Poor man, he didn’t feel happy when he died. First, he was hacked, and then only half of his neck was left, but his trachea was not cut off, which still allowed him to breathe and keep him alive until Chen Shuqi took the ring head knife He slammed down hard, and he died.

And this person was Prince Fu. After this execution, Chen Shuqi realized how lucky he was. He actually beheaded the prince's son. This would at least make him brag about for the rest of his life.

As for Princess Fu, when she saw that her son, her own son, died after undergoing such painful torture, she couldn't tell how painful it was, as if ten thousand ants were gnawing at her heart.

But with the guards of the execution ground blocking her, she couldn't get close, let alone climb on her son's corpse and cry loudly. She could only lie on the ground in front of the city gate and cry heart-rendingly.

"Zhu Cihong, you are a wolf in sheep's clothing, you executioner, you kill your own relatives, you will die badly."

Hearing Princess Fu's rebellious words, the guards around him hurried up to cover her mouth, but they didn't expect that when a person is insane, he can do anything.

Princess Fu bit off a piece of meat from their palms, spit it out, and spoke with a mouth covered in blood that was ten thousand times redder than rouge.

"You Zhu family members have no heart, you are all jackals with human faces. Zhu Yuanzhang killed his brother, Zhu Di killed his nephew, you are all cannibalistic beasts."

Princess Fu experienced the pain of losing her husband and son in just half a day. She no longer has any illusions about life. Now she just wants to die so that she can be with her long-sleeping Under the husband and children reunion.

"Crazy, really crazy, gag her and throw it at Wei Guogong's mansion."

After Zhu Cihong finished speaking, a guard in brocade clothes rushed forward and stuffed a rag into her mouth, tied it with a rope to prevent her from spitting it out, and then put it on the carriage and threw it at the door of Duke Wei's mansion, as if to let her go back to her mother's house up.

The execution was not stopped because of Princess Fu's interruption, but because of the incentive of rewards, the executioners chopped the ground very vigorously, and piled up the heads into a hill in a short while.

Seeing the head that looked like a Jingguan, Qian Qianyi, Hou Fangyu, Wang Fuen, Sun Erguan, Liu Kongzhao and other civil and military officials standing beside Zhu Cihong watching the execution couldn't help but tremble in their hearts.

Today they finally saw the majesty of the emperor. It turned out that the legendary emperor laid down millions of corpses in a rage, and it was not just for fun.

Hou Fangyu thought to himself, in the past, His Royal Highness looked like a white-faced and jade-polished son, no different from us, but today I realized that there are such terrible people in the world.

He is not the only one who has such thoughts. Qian Qianyi has always lived in the south of the Yangtze River, and he is used to seeing peaceful scenes. His psychological endurance is far worse than that of Hou Fangyu, who has seen the scene of corpses in the wild during the war in the Central Plains in the late Ming Dynasty.

If it weren't for the fear of being accused of disrespect in front of the emperor, he would almost spit it out right now.

Standing on the city gate tower, looking at the mountain of human heads and corpses, and the blood gradually converging into a stream, Zhu Cihong was thoughtful.

Killing so many people should be enough to deter all rebels, and then he can start to ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor.

Sure enough, the throne is built with bones and blood. Without today's head rolling, how could there be the fear and submission of all civil and military officials.

What Confucian scholars say about using benevolence and the monarch's personal benevolence to govern the world is all nonsense. Zhu Cixiang is not a scholar-official who has been brainwashed by Confucianism since he was a child.

And in fact, literati and bureaucrats may not believe that. Without power in their hands, no one is afraid, and no one's position can be consolidated for a long time.

"Ah, the smell of fresh blood." Zhu Cihong smelled the smell of fresh blood in the air, which belonged to thousands of beheaded rebels.

The blood was floating in the air, and it smelled fishy and sweet, but Zhu Cihong was very intoxicated by it, and he closed his eyes to enjoy this moment.

It seemed that at this time, everything in the world was controlled by his will, and everyone stood at the position arranged by Zhu Cihong, not daring to move.

The rebels lay their heads on the guillotine, and the executioners carried out the execution like an assembly line operation. The guards around the execution ground were like the poplar trees planted here, motionless, the stands around them, and the civil and military officials behind them. But because of Zhu Cihong, I had to force myself to watch it.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the blood bursting out from the neck showed a golden color, with gold in the red, just like the blood of a real dragon in the legend.

"Report to Your Majesty. There are 61 people in Prince Fu's mansion except Princess Fu, 210 people in the family of Ma Shiying, a scholar of Wuyingdian University, 45 people in Lu Jiude's mansion of Fengyang Garrison Eunuch, and [-] people in Ruan Dacheng's family, the left servant of the Ministry of War... . . . "

"These more than [-] people have all been beheaded, and the heads and corpses are displayed here. Please issue an order to dispose of them."

(End of this chapter)