After controlling the crowd on the official road, Zhou Shixiang immediately asked Ge Wu to lead people to search for those who escaped into the woods on both sides. After about half an hour, except for a few people who had escaped while the night was in a state of escaping, the team leaving the city was completely controlled, with an estimated number of hundreds.

The man was ordered to squat on the ground, while the woman and the child were held on the other side, with soldiers from Taiping Camp wearing torches on both sides. Facing the Ming army's big swords and spears and the corpses on the ground, everyone shivered and no one dared to speak. In their sight, soldiers threw packages filled with valuables and other items picked up from the forest on the ground, and many of them were stained with red blood.

The soldiers were leading the carriages behind him, and Zhou Shixiang held a torch in one hand and looked carefully at the list in his hand. Every time he recited a name, a man with a face covered whispered to him.

After the vehicles were pulled back, Zhou Shixiang came to the men squatting on the ground, glanced at the list in his hands, and then shouted: "Who is Zheng Longfa?"

There was a commotion in the crowd, but no one responded.

Zhou Shixiang frowned and shouted again: "Zheng Longfa came out by himself, don't ask me to send someone to bring you out!"

After a moment of silence, a fat man in silk clothes stood up from the ground, then trembled and squeezed out of the crowd, came to Zhou Shixiang and bowed, saying carefully: "General, I am Zheng Longfa."

Zhou Shixiang shook his eyes with a torch. Zheng Longfa, who felt the heat of the torch, quickly turned his face. When he turned around, he heard the person in front of him ask him: "In the sixth year of Yongli, did you tie up the prefect Kaicheng when you were appointed as the prefect of Nanxiong Mansion and ask for surrender to the Qing army?"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Longfa immediately shivered, jumped up like a mouse seeing a cat, and shouted, "Nothing is true! I have never done it!"

Zhou Shixiang snorted, stared at him coldly and said, "You said there was no such thing, but why did others say you did this?"

Zheng Longfa was stared at him with great guilt, but he shouted and cursed: "Which killer who slandered me in his mouth? I, Zheng Long, was a Ming minister and a Ming ghost. How could he do the opening of the door and surrender! The general must not believe the slander of the villain..."

"Noisy!"

Seeing that this guy was still stubborn, Zhou Shixiang couldn't help but get angry. You dared to regard yourself as a Ming minister and a Ming ghost. You were furious and shouted: "Was it yours who went out of the city to surrender to the Qing army at that time? You said there was or not, say one more word, I will bear you immediately!"

"I..."

Zheng Long felt distressed, knowing that he was in front of the gate of hell, he didn't dare to say anything, but he didn't dare to say anything more, and he was trembling in the cold sweat. When he saw Ming Jiang was already impatient in front of him, he no longer cared about it, and gritted his teeth and said, "It's good that I had left the city that day, but I was forced to go there. If I didn't go, those people would kill me..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Shixiang's hand had already waved: "Drag it to kill!"

"yes!"

Suddenly, two soldiers rushed forward and dragged Zheng Longfa, who was stunned to the side, and then cut off his head with a knife when he shouted "Injustice".

"call!"

When Zheng Longfa's head fell to the ground, the crowd squatting there suddenly burst into screams. The people in front of him were so scared that they retreated. There were even more people in his heart as if there were thousands of drums beating in his heart, and his hands were squeezing the ground tightly, and his fingernails were broken and he didn't know.

Before the crowd could react to Zheng Longfa's death, Zhou Shixiang had already called the second name.

"Li Qingshui!"

This time, no one came out again. Fortunately, Zhou Shixiang was prepared and looked at the masked man. The latter immediately walked towards the crowd with a torch, and in a short while, he pointed out a middle-aged man who was already scared and looked out.

"God of your life, General!"

When Li Qingshui was asked to beg for mercy, Zhou Shixiang stopped him, but asked: "In the second year of Yongli, did you secretly report to the Qing army about the whereabouts of my former crown prince Taibao of the Ming Dynasty and the Grand Secretary of the Wuying Palace, Lord Zhang Jiayu?"

This time, Li Qingshui stopped screaming, her mouth was closed tightly, but sweat was oozing from her forehead, and her eyes were even more terrified.

"Don't speak? It's death if you don't speak!"

Zhou Shixiang didn't say much. With a wave of his hand, Li Qingshui was immediately pulled to Zheng Longfa's body. When he wanted to speak, his head had already landed on the ground.

"Wang Shiyun!"

Zhou Shixiang called out the third name, but no one came out, and he was also identified.

When Wang Shiyun was dragged out, Zhou Shixiang was about to speak, but someone in the crowd of women not far away shouted and cursed: "Wang Shiyun, you are a killer of Qiandao today. Jun Ye, you can't get the price of this killer of Qiandao. You must cut him into pieces!"

Wang Shiyun was extremely scared. After hearing his friend's wife scolding, he was so scared that his legs trembled and his throat was cold.

Zhou Shixiang signaled the soldiers to shut up and said to Wang Shiyun: "In the seventh year of Yongli, did you donate 12,000 taels of military salary to the General Zhaoqing of the Qing Dynasty?"

“There is this.”

Wang Shiyun did not hide it. He thought that he had not opened the city to surrender, nor had he harmed the officials of the Ming Dynasty. At most, he responded to the government's call to pay some money and would not commit a death sentence. But what he did not expect was that he had just answered that the young Ming general in front of him waved his hand: "Behead!"

“…”

One man after another, who was fat, big-headed, or full of righteousness, or had a mouth full of stinking, was asked to chop his head, and there were seven or eight more heads on the ground.

After so many people cut down, the crowd was not as scared as before, because they clearly saw that the Ming army was just to revenge the guys who had betrayed the Ming Dynasty and seemed to have no intention of making things difficult for ordinary people. The relatives of those who were killed even breathed a sigh of relief. There was a cause for injustice and a debtor. If everyone died, they would not implicate them. If they thought so, the servants felt that the knife would not be cut at them.

Waiting for death is a painful thing, and watching someone else's head fall to the ground is even more torture. When Ye Jinglian's name sounded, Ye Jinglian suddenly no longer felt that death was terrible. The burden of the head pressing on his shoulder disappeared suddenly, and he felt much more relaxed. He did not ask anyone to identify it, but walked out by himself. When he came out, he did not forget to look at his wife who was unconscious on the ground not far away.

After walking to Zhou Shixiang, Ye Jinglian wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy, but seeing that the other party was younger than his son, none of the people he called out survived. In an instant, his mind was fascinated by begging for mercy. He pretended to be generous and straightened his waist, and then said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "I am Ye Jing, I am honest, and I will kill and cut him to the emperor."

Zhou Shixiang looked up and down at the old man who was kneeling on the ground half an hour ago and kowtowed and begging for mercy. He felt that he was extremely afraid of being extremely brave after he was extremely afraid. As if he was following the process, he asked in a stern manner: "In the seventh year of Yongli and eighth year, you sent people to report to the Qing army several times, which caused many casualties to our Ming army. At the beginning of the year, after my Xining King army entered Guangxi, you organized people to intercept our wounded soldiers many times. Is this a matter?"

Ye Jinglian said without thinking: "Yes, I have done all these things."

"Okay, I don't have to say anything more, you can go there yourself."

Zhou Shixiang pointed at the temporary court with several corpses upside down. Ye Jinglian did not go over immediately, but looked up at the dark sky, then sighed before walking over. However, he didn't know whether he regretted what he had done or regretted not coming out of the city.

"master!"

The moment Ye Jinglian's head landed, an old woman's scream rang out, and then there was no sound.

Sun Sitai was the last name to be called out. This is a middle-aged man wearing a Confucian shirt and looking quite righteous.

In later generations, Sun Shitai was considered a good official with integrity, at least, he was handsome. Unfortunately, such a handsome scholar, who had a righteous appearance, became a traitor, but he responded to Chen Peisi's words, "I didn't expect that you, a strong-browed and big-eyed person, also betrayed the revolution."

After sighing a little, Zhou Shixiang said seriously: "Mr. Sun, you are the prefect of Yanzhou, Zhejiang, the Qing Dynasty. My mother passed away in November last year and returned to her hometown. I think I'm afraid that it's less than a month since I returned to Deqing."

Sun Sitai groaned: "You know, but you still ask me what I am doing?"

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

Zhou Shixiang casually placed the list on a torch and lit it, and the paper quickly became a stalemate with the flames.

Sun Sitai took his eyes off the paper that had become ashes and said loudly: "As soon as you die, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Do you really want to resist the royal army with death? If Lord Sun decides to surrender, maybe he will spare your life and can even recommend it to the court."

If the current prefect of the Qing court was able to successfully convince the surrender and send it to the Yongli court in Anlong Mansion, it would be a great contribution. In addition, Sun Sitai had no bad record, so Zhou Shixiang had no intention of killing this person. After all, there were too many Han people in the world who were honest officials, and if everyone wanted to kill them, it would be impossible to kill them. The consequences of killing them indiscriminately will only arouse these Han people who served the Manchu people to fight to the death, which undoubtedly does not benefit from restoring China.

Unexpectedly, Sun Sitai was unmoved at all, but instead "snarled" and cursed angrily: "What kind of king's army is just a group of thieves under the Western thieves! Since I, Sun Sitai, was in the Qing Dynasty, I was the only one in my heart. I could not be a loyal minister of the Qing Dynasty, and I would never be with you and other bandits!"

After scolding, Sun Sitai gritted his teeth and glared at Zhou Shixiang. Today's situation is nothing more than a person's head. But what's there to be afraid of death? The Emperor of the Qing Dynasty treats me well and serves as a magistrate as a juren. How many people can there be in the world? I, Sun Sitai, have no way to repay such honor and favor. Today, I will die to repay the honor of the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty! In the past, my Sun Sitai will definitely be inseparable from the historical books!

"Forget it, since you are determined to die, I will fulfill it to you."
Chapter completed!