On Sunday, on this day, people still need to work as usual, but today even the supervisors were a little unconscious. Before dawn, news spread all over the place that those who destroyed the bridge had been arrested and tortured and were to be executed at noon.

The terrifying atmosphere spread rapidly to the entire construction site. After the arrival of Sudan in Belgrade, those who served in labor were silently working, and no one wanted to meet others' eyes. It seemed that the end of the world had reached.

At 11 o'clock in the morning, the residents of the city, mostly Tianfang scholars, came to the construction site. The children climbed onto large stones that had not been used. The workers gathered around the narrow wooden boards to collect the buns they had to spend their lives. While eating bread, they looked around silently, with anger pressing on their hearts.

After a while, a Turkish official came, and a few gentlemen who came with him were all Turkish officials. They were all Turkish and were all standing on a dry high ground in front of the bridge.

Abidaga, a local administrative officer, went to the stable again and saw that everything was ready: an oak wooden stake about one person tall, was thinly cut, coated with coal soot, and the pointed top was wrapped with iron heads. Two pieces of wood were nailed to the scaffolding to fix the stake. There was a wooden hammer where it was used to nail the stake into the human body, and there were ropes and other things.

The Turkish captain seemed a little panicked, his eyes were red. Until now, he still received dissatisfied gazes from Mayor Abidaga to him from time to time. Such an important bridge was actually destroyed. God can prove that hundreds of thousands of troops are attacking Vienna, and many supplies are sent from here to the front line.

"Listen carefully. If there is a little bit of a fuck and I will make me embarrassed before public. Don't come to see me if you are inferior to these shit. I will throw you two wild dogs into the river and drown you."

Then, the captain said sternly:

"These six Ikes (silver coins) are rewards for you. If you can make him live until night, add six Ikes. In short, you must let everyone see his retribution!"

A crisp prayer came from the top of the Grand Mosque in the city center. After a while, the door of the stable opened.

Five Turkish soldiers came out from both sides, surrounded by Mirievsky. He was barefoot and bare, and walked quickly as before, but no longer let go and swayed left and right. He was struggling and walking strangely, as if he was jumping. After the nails on his feet were pulled out, he left a bloody wound. He was carrying a white wooden stake with sharpened tips on the top. The executioner followed behind.

The captain rode a chestnut horse, and suddenly came out from somewhere, walking in front of the team. In fact, the nearest scaffolding was only a hundred steps away.

People raised their toes and stretched their necks to see this countryman who dared to destroy the bridge. He looked ordinary and had nothing amazing, and was very different from what people imagined, which surprised them. In fact, no one knew why he was walking so strangely, and no one could see the scars on his body. Everyone even felt that he was not like a man who was so majestic and could do such a shocking thing and was killed.

Only that long white wooden stake will always attract people's attention.

When the group arrived at the shore, the captain jumped off the horse and gave the rank rope to the servant with full vigor. Then, with the others, they disappeared on the steep muddy slope. After a while, they appeared next to the scaffolding at the bottom of the riverbed in their original formation and began to climb up carefully. In the aisle of the scaffolding, the soldiers tightly surrounded Mirievsky to prevent him from jumping into the river. They walked slowly, climbing higher and higher, and finally reached the top. There was a medium-sized platform made of wooden boards, much like a stage riding over the river.

Mirievsky, the captain and three executioners stopped here, and the soldiers of the patrol were scattered on the scaffolding around them.

People standing on the high ground are only a hundred steps away from the platform. They can see everyone above, but they cannot hear their voices, and the specific situation is not so real. The audience on the left bank is much farther away from the platform, so they try their best to see something and hear something. But they can't hear anything. As for what comes into their eyes, it is just a meaningless situation.

When Mirievsky, the executioner who had been scaffolding, he hesitated for a while, and then, regardless of whether the soldiers were present or not, walked to the captain intimately like an old friend, and whispered:

"Hey, please be fine. I am grateful to you all the time. You will be able to bear me at once, so as not to suffer too much."

The captain jumped up and shouted at him, as if protesting that he had recognized the wrong person.

"Get out of your eggs, you Christian! Since you are so brave that you dare to destroy the Sultan's property, why should you show off like this and beg for it? Everything will go according to the regulations, and you deserve it."

Mirievsky lowered his head helplessly. At this time, the executioner walked over and shook his sheepskin coat and shirt, revealing scars all over his body. He no longer said a word, and lay on the wooden board at the mercy of others. The executioner tied his hands behind his back and tied a rope under his calves. The executioner each held a rope head, pulled it hard to both sides, and spread his thighs apart. One of the executioners placed the wooden stakes on two short logs, aiming the tip of the wooden stake at his crotch. Then he pulled out a wide-blade short knife from his belt, knelt beside him, leaned down to cut his trouser, and tore the crack wide so that the wooden stake could be inserted into his body.

At this time, people who originally thought this scene were a bit dull, finally saw the most terrifying scene, but most people couldn't see it at all. All they saw was that when the knife quickly cut the trouser gear, Mirievsky, who was tied up, shaking his whole body straight. He raised his upper body, as if he was about to stand up, but immediately fell on the wooden board with a pounce. After all, the executioner jumped up, picked up a wooden hammer on the ground, and began to slowly and gently beat the lower end of the wooden stake. Every time he hit, he stopped for a while, first checking the situation where the wooden stake was inserted into the human body, and then looked at the two executioners, asking them to pull the rope slowly and not to make it too fierce. Mirievsky's body instinctively twitched. Every time he hit, his spine arched up, but the two ropes immediately straightened his body.

The banks of the river were silent, and every hammer and the echoes it stirred up on the cliff could be heard clearly. People nearby could even hear the sound of his forehead colliding with the wooden board, and a terrifying sound, which was neither like a moan or a cry of sorrow, nor like a breath before death, nor at all like a human sound. His whole body was pulled by the rope and the top of the wooden stake, and a crunching sound similar to a broken branch.

With each hammering, the executioner approached him and leaned over to see if the stake had deviated from the direction. After he was convinced that the stake had not hurt any key parts in Mirievski's body, he returned to his original position and continued to beat.

All these scenes, people on both sides of the river could only hear a little noise and could hardly see anything. But all of them were shaking their legs, pale faces, and even their fingers became cold.

The hammer stopped for a while, because the executioner found that the skin above the prisoner's right shoulder bone was raised and his muscles were tense. He quickly walked over and cut a cross with a knife in the raised area. A strand of red blood flowed out of the knife, and it flowed more and more. He carefully hammered it two or three times, and saw the tip of the wooden stake wrapped in iron at the incision.

After pounding a few more times, the tip of the wooden stake was in line with the right ear.

Mirievsky was punished by a pile like a skewer of lambs with a grilled fork. The difference is that the tip of the wooden stake does not come out of his mouth, but from his back, so there is no serious damage to the intestines, heart and lungs. Blood flows down from the inlet and outlet of the wooden stake, and pools of pools on the wooden board.

The executioner threw the wood aside and watched the motionless Mirievsky around the blood on the board. The two executioners turned him over and tied his legs to the lower part of the stake with a rope. The executioner looked at whether he was still alive and found that his face was ferocious. His eyes were wide open and his eyes were filled with fear, his stiff lips were open, revealing his teeth. His facial muscles had lost control, and thus he lost his normal state. His heart was still beating faintly and his lungs were breathing rapidly.

Amid the dull screams, the executioner erected him, and they moved quickly, like a sheep merging on a grilled fork.

"Be careful, be careful..."

The executioner shouted loudly, asking them to be careful.

"Don't shake his body, be gentle..."

He shouted and helped from the side. They clamped the lower end of the thick wooden stake between two pieces of wood that had been fixed on the scaffolding, nailed it to death with a large nail, and used a short wooden stick to support the lower end of the wooden stake from behind the prisoner. The other end of the short wooden stick was placed on the scaffolding, and both ends were nailed with nails.

After the three executioners finished these things, they retreated to the place where the soldiers of the patrol team stayed.

There was only Mirievsky left there. His upper body was exposed, his head was raised, his chest was raised, and he was fixed on the wooden stake. From a distance, people could vaguely see the wooden stake passing by his body, his feet were tied to the wooden stake, and his hands were tied behind him, just like a statue standing above the river water, close to the edge of the scaffolding.
Chapter completed!