The next day.

West Market.

As an important town in the northwest and the capital of Dashun, Xi'an has a large number of merchants gathered in the city. As one of the four major markets in the city, Xi'an is bustling with traffic every day.

In every street and alley, there are countless figures walking around, and the shops are hung with red lanterns and colorful ribbons.

This is the rejoicing and joy of the people in Xi'an for Li Zicheng's decision to stay in Xi'an.

When you pass by an intersection and see the bustling crowds, vendors selling goods along the street, and row upon row of shops, you will definitely feel that this is a lively place.

But today's excitement is different. Something big is about to happen here.

For them, there are not many choices in troubled times, and Xi'an can be regarded as one of the safest places in the north.

As soon as it gets dark, the West Market is crowded with people, and all kinds of people crowd the streets and alleys just to watch the excitement.

In today's troubled times, ordinary people are in danger, and there are not many things that can be called fun. Watching beheadings is one of them.

Compared with the other four battalions, this front battalion has not appeared in front of Xi'an soldiers and civilians many times, and its power is also weak. This is the first time for many people to see such a scene.

Dai Zhijun wanted to curse something, but at this time he was completely speechless.

For Li Zicheng, the grander the execution, the better.

Since the Ming Dynasty, countless people have been killed by the same tiger-head guillotine in the same place, and the execution ground is stained with blood.

The atmosphere in the front camp on the other side of the stage was tense, but the atmosphere among the Xi'an soldiers and civilians who were watching was intense. Everyone was yelling and cursing, blaming this traitor for their ongoing bad luck.

At this last moment, his fear seemed to dissipate in an instant, and all the things that had happened were connected in his mind.

Through this execution, the Dashun Army wanted to show the world that it accepted surrendered soldiers and completely break the rumors of rogue bandits.

"Do you really think they will believe you?"

The banner in the front camp had been replaced by Li Zijing's banner with Li characters last night, and all the flags, drums, horns and other items were also prepared.

Wu Zhaosheng's face showed a bit of regret, and then he pulled Dai Zhijun up, carried him to the stage, and pressed him firmly in front of the tiger-head guillotine.

Li Zijing came to the seat in front of the stage and sat down. All the soldiers from the front camp also gathered around the stage, waiting solemnly.

For Dai Zhijun, the road to the execution ground is extremely long. He hopes it will end soon, but he is also afraid of death and hopes the road will be longer.

Wu Zhaosheng knew that this was his performance, and also understood Li Zicheng's intention of ordering him to execute the execution in person. He immediately got off his horse and came to the front of his former colleagues.

"Look, it's coming!"

Li Zijing, riding a tall horse and wearing a helmet, walked at the front of the team without hesitation.

"I tell you, I didn't set the fire. The fire must have been set by these bandits themselves, just to calm people's minds with my head!"

But no matter how he thought about it, the road ahead was getting shorter and shorter, and the menacing tiger-headed guillotine on the execution ground seemed to be baring its bloody fangs towards him.

But he didn't understand that he obviously didn't do anything. He wanted to start the fire in the hangar, but he didn't have time to do it.

"My today is your tomorrow!"

"What else do you have to say?"

Dai Zhijun was stunned, then raised his head and saw Wu Zhaosheng pressing the edge of the tiger-head guillotine with one hand, ready to drop it at any time.

When the time comes, spread it to ten people and spread it to hundreds of people, which will be free publicity for Dashun.

He looked at the shouting crowd around him and wanted to take advantage of this last chance to beg for mercy, but he couldn't lose his dignity.

He tilted his head slightly and raised his head, looking at the bloody edge of the tiger-head guillotine that was far away in the horizon but very close at hand, and swallowed secretly.

Dai Zhijun was stunned for a moment, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, and then he laughed and retorted.

Li Zijing held the horse's rein with one hand, his indifferent eyes hidden under the brim of his helmet, and his whole person seemed to be repelling others from thousands of miles away.

With an exclamation from the crowd, the noise on the street suddenly fell silent, and everyone raised their feet to look.

Finally, there is a chilling possibility.

Dai Zhijun looked at his back and gritted his teeth with hatred.

The execution place finally arrived, and Dai Zhijun's entire face was ashen.

Until today, Dai Zhijun completely believed that he was going to be beheaded.

Death has never been so close.

Wu Zhaosheng kept staring at Li Zijing's expression, and the shouts around him were deafening. When he saw the latter's eyes directed towards him, he turned around.

Behind the three people, there were first the more than a hundred fine cavalrymen from the front camp with fierce faces, and then the old soldiers who were marching neatly.

During the whole process, Wu Zhaosheng did not look back and followed Li Zijing firmly.

Li Zijing's eyes moved slightly. Maybe Li Zicheng was right. The soldiers and people in Xi'an now need such an execution to vent their anger.

It doesn't have to be Dai Zhijun who dies, but someone has to die.

The soldiers of Dashun set up defenses around the West Market before dawn and isolated the road from the main street to the execution ground to prevent the crowd of onlookers from affecting the execution.

A large platform had been erected high on the execution ground, and on the platform was a tiger-head guillotine, which was pulled out from the original Yamen of Xi'an Fucheng in the Ming Dynasty.

On the left and right are Hao Yaoqi, who is in charge of Jingqi, and General Wu Zhaosheng of Guoyi, the officer in charge of the execution.

Dai Zhijun suddenly felt regretful. He regretted why he had not died on the battlefield at Tongguan. Perhaps he could gain some favor for his family members who stayed in Beijing in the name of a warrior.

If it wasn't Wu Zhaosheng who released it, then who would it be?

Now Dai Zhijun can no longer think so much. As the tiger-headed guillotine on the stage gets closer and closer, his legs on the prison car are constantly trembling.

"Kill him!"

"I asked why I'm so unlucky this year. It turns out it's because of this traitor!!"

In such troubled times, everyone is very violent, including Li Zijing.

The sound of footsteps sounded from the front. At the end of the street, a group of Dashun soldiers wearing black arrow uniforms were coming neatly.

Hao Yaoqi looked around with tiger eyes. The onlookers who were looking at him all looked away timidly. This kind of murderous gaze was not something ordinary people could bear.

Now he has to die in the name of a coward and a traitor, killed by these poor people and bandits who he looks down upon.

Dai Zhijun's legs kept shaking. As soon as he was released from the prison van, he fell directly to the ground. He was so weak that he couldn't stand up. He was like a puddle of mud.

Even the Dashun Army, which was able to accept the Qing Army's surrender, was nothing to the Nanming Army.

The tiger's head was stained with blood, and the evil spirit emanating from it could be vaguely seen.

Many people recognized it at once. They were led by Xiao Chuang Wang Li Zijing. After returning to the army, he had been stationed at the front camp of Dingmen Wengcheng in Xi'an.

Li Zijing looked back with extremely cold eyes.

The city of Xi'an has always been under martial law, and there are still bloody battles on the North Road. Hanzhong doesn't know what to do, and the chaos in Jingxiang needs to be sorted out, and the atmosphere is very depressing.

The surrendered soldiers of the Qing army behind Wu Zhaosheng were now the same as the soldiers of the Puqian camp. They all wore new clothes, and their flags all used the standard specially prepared by Dashun for Li Zijing.

Wu Zhaosheng's eyes narrowed slightly, but the next moment, he still pressed hard.

In an instant, a flash of blood appeared, and a bloody head rolled down the stage, and the onlookers in the audience burst into cheers.

I went back to my hometown today. I have some things to deal with. I have to stay there for the past two days. The coding equipment is not very good and the information is not complete. The quality and speed may be different.

But don't worry, everyone, I adjusted quickly after I got home on Sunday. Today is just one chapter. I'm really sorry, I didn't finish until after nine o'clock.
Chapter completed!