How could Zuo Mengeng endure this? He raised his foot and kicked Fan Wencheng in the crook of his leg, causing him to kneel down again.
Fan Wencheng was furious and wanted to stand up again, but the bayonet of a soldier from the rear camp pressed hard on his neck, making him unable to move.
"Seniors can be killed, but not humiliated..."
Zuo Mengeng didn't want to hear it, so he kicked him again, all over his face.
Fan Wencheng fell to the ground, with half of his teeth missing. He screamed in pain and stared at Zuo Mengeng with resentful eyes.
Zuo Mengeng ignored him for the time being, but looked at the shopkeeper of the rice shop.
Seeing how he treated Fan Wencheng, the shopkeeper of Midian knew something was wrong and tried hard to change things.
"Haha, I don't know your surname for this young general? We are destined to meet each other today. When I go back next time, I will talk to the head of the family about the general's benefits."
Zuo Mengeng pointed at Fan Wencheng, half smiling.
"Do you know what your sin is when you protect a slave chieftain and liaise with foreign enemies?"
There was sweat on the forehead of the shopkeeper, and he hurriedly cleared the relationship.
"I too... I was also deceived by this person. He said he was a distant relative of mine, but who knew he was actually a Tatar spy."
"Distant relative?"
Zuo Mengeng's face showed sarcasm.
"Yes, they all have the surname Fan."
He looked at the shopkeeper with dark eyes.
"Do you think I will believe it?"
Seeing that he had evil intentions, the shopkeeper failed to please him and started to threaten him.
"General, you have to look carefully. This is the Shanxi Fan family business. Aren't you afraid of my Fan family?"
Zuo Mengeng had lost interest in such little people. He pointed at all the people in Fan's rice shop and ordered: "Execute them all, collect the stolen goods and burn this place down."
The shopkeeper was so frightened that he jumped up.
"you dare?"
The soldiers in the rear camp didn't care. After listening to the order, they stepped forward and stabbed his chest with a bayonet.
The shopkeeper looked at the sharp blade piercing in front of him and felt that all the strength in his body was rapidly passing away. Cold water poured into his body like sea water. Even to the end of his life, he could not believe that Zuo Mengeng really dared to kill someone.
Dozens of soldiers from the rear camp surrounded him, stabbing with bayonets. Soon, there was no longer a living person in Midian.
Mao Yuanyi watched from the side, quite unbearable.
"These are just fellows, poor people. The most they can do is obey orders, and their crimes will not lead to death, right?"
Zuo Mengeng snorted coldly: "They are not guilty enough to die? What about the people who died tragically because they tipped off the news? There is no innocent person here."
Mao Yuanyi's face changed several times, and she had to admit that Zuo Mengeng was right.
It was only then that Zuo Mengeng decided to deal with Fan Wencheng.
"Take him with you and hold a public trial."
All the people in the city were summoned, and no one was left intact.
After the Tatars entered the city, they fell into hell.
Their wealth was robbed, their relatives were massacred, their wives and daughters were insulted, and their houses were burned down.
Now they have nothing.
Being gathered together, looking at the soldiers with guns and ammunition around them, no one knew what was going to happen.
As for the Ming army, in the minds of these people, it was actually not much better than the Tatars.
This is also the reason why the Tatars were able to move freely after joining the invaders.
Because the people's lives are already on the verge of collapse. If the Tatars don't burn, kill, and loot, maybe these people will turn to the Tatars.
It's a pity that the Tatars didn't burn, kill, and loot. Did they enter the customs just for tourism?
Zuo Mengeng walked to the front of the people, accompanied by Zuo Fu, Zuo Yong, Liu Yiyuan and Mao Yuanyi.
The two traitors, Li Sizhong and Fan Wencheng, were led to kneel in front of the people.
The dazzling money rat tails on the back of their heads made the people so angry that they wanted to eat them alive.
Zuo Menggen pointed at Li Sizhong and said loudly: "This man's name is Li Sizhong. When the old slave Nurhachi rebelled, his father, his uncle, and his brothers all defended the city and died for the country. But it was this guy who was greedy for life and afraid of death, and surrendered to the Tatars
Zi became the first bastard to surrender in the Ming Dynasty."
When the people heard this, their eyes became even more angry. Some couldn't help but began to curse.
Zuo Mengeng waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.
"This bastard is greedy and afraid of death, but he is willing to be a slave, a dog, and a tiger. He slaughters us Han people more cruelly than those real Tatars. What do you think of such a bastard, how should we deal with him?"
The anger of the people was not caused by Zuo Menggeng. Everyone here had witnessed what the Tatars did after they entered the city.
If everyone hates the Tatars deeply, then there is more than simple hatred towards these traitors who are willing to act like hawks and dogs to bully our compatriots.
As the overwhelming anger built up, a woman at the front of the crowd broke out first.
"Beast, are you still a human being?"
This woman was arrested after the Tatars entered the city. She suffered countless insults in a few days. The double physical and mental injuries made her look like a ghost.
She is not the only woman who has suffered the same fate?
"Beast, I'm going to drag you along even if I'm a ghost."
Once a once weak woman explodes, she is so terrifying.
A skinny girl suddenly ran out, grabbed Li Sizhong's head, opened her mouth and bit his face.
Li Sizhong was tied up and screamed in fright, trying to break free. But all his strength and martial arts were useless at this time.
The woman pulled hard and all the flesh on his face was torn off.
This was not enough to satisfy her hatred, she actually swallowed all the flesh and blood in her mouth in one mouthful.
Her outburst became a signal.
Other insulted women also rushed forward like crazy, even pushing away the soldiers from the rear camp who were trying to control the situation.
Countless women who were originally docile and kind-hearted have now transformed into beasts, seeking revenge in the most primitive and cruel way.
Behind these women were equally angry people.
Countless people came forward and directed their anger at Li Sizhong.
In the beginning, Li Sizhong's shrill screams could still be heard from time to time. But gradually, only the madness of the people changed the situation.
Fan Wencheng, who was also tied up, looked at this crazy scene and was so frightened that he was shaking like chaff and tried to retreat.
This was the first time he knew that people who were slaughtered like lambs could be so terrifying once they became angry.
Zuo Mengeng looked down at him condescendingly, his face with the sun behind him covered with a layer of coldness.
"After I heard that you claim to be Duke Fan Wenzheng? Come on, recite "The Story of Yueyang Tower" for me to listen to."
There was a wet spot between Fan Wencheng's legs, and his eyes were full of pleading.
"Please...please...give me...give me a good time."
"recite!"
Zuo Mengeng shouted loudly, the sound shook the sky, and Fan Wencheng was completely frightened.
"Qing... In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, Teng... arrived at Ruochun and Jingming..."
The madness of the people finally ended.
Everyone recovered slowly and probably had no idea what they had done.
Only when they backed away again could they see that there was nothing on the ground.
Li Sizhong, who was once such a living person, has now completely disappeared from the world.
Not to mention the flesh and blood, not even a trace of clothing, a fingernail, or a tooth was left.
The angry people literally ate him alive.
Not even a drop of blood was left on the ground.
Such a beast that forgets its ancestors and helps the tyrants to do harm should not exist in this bright world.
Fan Wencheng was even more frightened. His vision turned black and his heart beat rapidly, making it impossible for him to even take a breath.
"Living high in the temple...then...then...then..."
Suddenly, a high-pitched and passionate recitation sounded next to him, full of grief, anger and passion.
"If you live high in a temple, you will worry about your people; if you live far away from the rivers and lakes, you will worry about your ruler. You will be worried when you advance, and you will be worried when you retreat. But when will you be happy? It must be said, "Be worried about the world's worries first, and then be happy when the world is happy.
"Happy! Oh! Weisi people, who am I to return to?"
Mao Yuanyi's voice became louder and louder, his eyes were full of blood, and his anger was rising to the sky. The righteousness from all directions was overwhelming, instantly dispelling the desolation of this ancient land.
When the last word fell, he suddenly pulled out Zuo Mengeng's saber, raised the blade high, and faced Fan Wencheng directly.
Mao Yuanyi's eyes were about to burst, and the sound was like thunder.
"Do you deserve the surname Fan?"
The heart-wrenching curses were accompanied by the light of the sword, like the judgment of God.
When the day of death came, Fan Wencheng screamed in panic, but there was no way to hide.
He was struck by the knife from head to foot, completely split into two pieces.
Kara la...
The sword made of Zuo Mengeng's fine steel was broken into several pieces, which shows the power of Mao Yuanyi's sword.
Mao Yuanyi threw away the handle of the knife and sang sadly.
"Looking at me in Liaodong, I lament the wasted time! Thinking of me in Liaodong, what a shame for the heroic spirit! The homeland of the Han family, so much blood and tears! Go eastward in this life, and swear to defeat the Yellow Dragon!
All the soldiers sang loudly as they felt in their hearts.
"In this life, go east and swear to defeat the Yellow Dragon!"
