Yan Liang laughed wildly and left, the cell door slammed shut, and Meng Huo in the cell fell into endless fear.
"Da Sima, have mercy on me, have mercy on me..." Meng Huo lay on his back in the cold cell, crying bitterly for a long time.
There was only an empty echo in response to Meng Huo.
The desperate Meng Huo sat there weakly and paralyzed, his face covered with flesh had been distorted into a human shape due to fear.
For the next whole day, Meng Huo spent a desperate day waiting for death. Meng Huo did not think about food and tea, and could not even eat his last meal.
After a night of panic, the door opened again at dawn the next day.
Zhou Cang led several soldiers and stormed in. Meng Huo, who was sitting paralyzed in the cell and thinking wildly all night, was immediately frightened and hurriedly shrank to the corner.
"Pull this guy out and prepare for Ling Chi." Zhou Cang waved his hand and shouted.
The soldiers rushed forward, and Meng Huo wanted to get into the gap in the wall. He refused to obey and resisted with all his life. He even shouted: "I want to see the great Sima, I want to see the great Sima."
Zhou Cang snorted coldly: "Da Sima is currently working hard, and your mother-in-law and daughter are waiting on you. I don't have time to see you. Don't be shameless and accept your fate."
Meng Huo, who was heartbroken, refused to obey even to the death. The strength he aroused in his dying struggle was so amazing that even several soldiers could not drag him down.
"You are a prince after all, but you are so shameless. When Sun Quan was dying, he didn't see you being so tolerant." Zhou Cang said scornfully.
Meng Huo could even offer his own wife, so why would he need any dignity? When he was about to die, he was just struggling endlessly.
After being unable to move him several times, Zhou Cang became angry. He strode forward, raised his iron fist and hit Meng Huo hard.
Bang bang bang!
His fists were like the wind, and he punched Meng Huo in the face more than ten times in a row.
This fist blow hit Meng Huo until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He was dizzy and almost fainted.
Taking advantage of Meng Huo's dizziness, the soldiers rushed forward, picked up Meng Huo and walked out.
When Meng Huo was awakened by the deafening shouts of joy, he was already on a temporary high platform in front of the South Gate. The large square in front of the platform was already crowded with people from Chengdu who had heard the news.
At this time, Meng Huo had been stripped naked and tied to a wooden frame.
Next to the wooden frame, a bare-armed executioner was drinking to strengthen his courage while sharpening the sharp knife in his hand.
Meng Huo woke up and finally understood that the last moment had come and he was only one step away from death.
Desperate Meng Huo had given up on surviving. Only the executioner could give him a happy ending.
It's a pity that Yan Liang issued Ling Chi's execution order. This means that according to Ling Chi's rules in this era, Meng Huo will only be beheaded after he has been chopped at least one hundred and twenty times.
"The time has come for the execution to begin." Zhou Cang, who was ordered to oversee the execution, shouted loudly.
The executioner walked toward Meng Huo with his knife held high, and the people of Shu in front of the execution platform cheered like thunder.
Jianwei County is adjacent to Chengdu in the south, and many Shu people in the county have relatives and friends in Chengdu. Meng Huo was massacred in Jianwei Daxing. Among the Shu people present, many of their relatives and friends died in Meng Huo's massacre.
These hateful Shu people not only wanted to throw a few vegetable leaves at Meng Huo, but also wanted Meng Huo to die.
Now, Yan Liang not only satisfied their desire and wanted to put Meng Huo to death, but also cut Meng Huo into pieces with a thousand knives and executed him Ling Chi.
It has to be said that Yan Liang's order won the hearts of the Shu people even more. The cheering scene in front of him is the best proof.
Lingchi started amidst the joy of everyone.
The executioner, who was a pig butcher, raised the knife in his hand, approached Meng Huo with a sneer, and started gesticulating on him.
The bright knife reflected the cold light. Before Meng Huo was stabbed, he was already so shocked that his heart was broken. His fleshy face was distorted into a human shape due to fear.
"Brother, you are so sad. Can you please give me a pleasure and kill me with one knife? Please..."
With a sad face, Meng Huo begged the executioner for mercy, hoping that he would soften his heart and give him a break.
But the executioner grabbed Meng Huo's ears and said bitterly: "Barbarian dog, you still have the nerve to beg for mercy when you are old. Do you know that my twelve-year-old cousin in Nan'an City is your barbarian soldier?"
You raped me until you died. If I don't kill you today, you can't survive. If you can't survive, I won't be a man."
Meng Huo's last hope was shattered by the executioner's indignant words of revenge. Meng Huo's heart was filled with despair. At this moment, in addition to his sadness, his heart was filled with regret.
He regretted that he should not have gone against Yan Liang, and even more regretted that he should not have been blindly arrogant and burned, killed, and looted the Han people.
When he and his barbarian soldiers killed Han people wantonly, robbed their property, raped and humiliated their wives and daughters, who would have thought that retribution would come in such a cruel way.
Just when the remorseful Meng Huo was about to apologize and beg for mercy to the executioner, the executioner raised his knife and cut off one of Meng Huo's ears with a single stroke.
"Ah" Meng Huo howled in pain, as loudly as a slaughtered pig.
The executioner raised the bloody ear high and showed it to the Shu people in the audience.
The Shu people in the audience immediately set off a wave of boiling cheers. The excited men and women shouted for joy and wantonly vented the pleasure of revenge.
Meng Huo's broken ear was dripping with blood, and half of his body was dyed red in the blink of an eye.
Before he could taste the pain of a severed ear, the executioner cut off his other ear with another knife.
Meng Huo's body twitched under the severe pain, and his howling like a slaughtering pig became more and more sad. Although his throat was broken by the scream, it was mercilessly drowned by the roar of the crowd.
In the next few hours, the executioner slashed one after another, no matter what kind of eyebrows, nose, lips, breast meat, belly meat, leg meat... As long as the knife can be cut without causing death, he would do it without mercy.
All were cut down.
After more than a hundred cuts, Meng Huo was cut into bloody pieces. He was in so much pain that he had no strength to scream, but he still didn't die.
A vengeful executioner with excellent knife skills. He obviously did not intend to let Meng Huo die too early, so he gave full play to his knife skills and continued to slice into pieces.
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In the South Gate Square, Meng Huo was being tortured.
Yan Liang was sitting on the high platform of the military mansion just a few blocks away from the south gate, sipping the aged wine collected by Liu Zhang and watching the excitement at the south gate from a distance.
This high platform is seven to eight feet high and is the tallest building in Chengdu. From here you can have a panoramic view of Chengdu.
Although Yan Liang couldn't see clearly how Meng Huo was beheaded, Yan Liang could clearly hear the crowd and the jubilant shouts.
He could even imagine how miserable Meng Huo would be at this time.
Thinking of this, Yan Liang's interest aroused, and he drank the wine in his mouth more and more happily.
Zhu Rong, who was accompanying him next to him, was smiling, but he felt quite unhappy in his heart.
Zhu Rong knew that today was the day when Meng Huo was executed, and the sound of jubilation outside was the sound of the Shu people in Chengdu cheering for her husband Meng Huo to be executed.
Despite experiencing the thrilling experience in prison yesterday, Zhu Rong has severed all ties with Meng Huoen. Now she has obediently decided to be Yan Liang's woman and serve the man who conquered her body and mind.
But after all, Meng Huo and she were still known as husband and wife. Now that Meng Huo was not far away and was executed by Ling Chi, how could Zhu Rong not feel a little melancholy in his heart.
"Oh, that's all. Meng Huo is ruthless and unrighteous, so why should I feel sad for him? Now that the Southerners have been destroyed, it's good that I can survive. What else do I want to do..."
Zhu Rong comforted himself, telling himself not to think about Meng Huo's execution as much as possible, and to just smile and serve Yan Liang in front of him while drinking wine.
After a few glasses of wine, footsteps sounded, and a girl walked outside the door.
That girl is none other than Hua Wan.
"My servant pays homage to Da Sima." He bowed in a flower wand and was as docile as a little sheep.
"Come here, have a drink with me and listen to the excitement." Yan Liang waved his hand.
Hua Wan got up in a hurry and walked up the steps. When she looked up, she was surprised to find that her mother was here.
After not seeing each other for a few days, my mother not only changed into Han Chinese clothes, but also put on makeup and powder. She was dressed quite gorgeously. Moreover, she was still smiling and humbly offering wine to Yan Liang.
Mother and daughter met again, their eyes met, and both mother and daughter were stunned at the same time.
Hua Wan was stunned for a moment, and then she understood. It seemed that her mother had finally figured it out and decided to endure hardships and put aside her dignity to serve Yan Liang in order to survive.
Thinking of this, Hua Wan smiled faintly and gave a hint to her mother.
Zhu Rong, on the other hand, felt dizzy and shy, and smiled uncomfortably, not daring to look his daughter in the eye.
After all, she vowed back then that she would rather die than surrender to Yan Liang.
Now, just a few days later, she was serving Yan Liang in such a "despicable" manner. Even if her daughter did not look down upon her, she herself felt uneasy.
Zhu Rong, feeling secretly ashamed, lowered his head in embarrassment and put back the wine glass in his hand.
However, Hua Wan seemed to be very relaxed and didn't feel embarrassed at all. Yingying came forward, knelt down and sat on the other side of Yan Liang, and offered wine to each other.
Yan Liang laughed loudly and drank the wine served by Huawan in one gulp.
Seeing that his daughter was so at ease, Zhu Rong did not have any contempt for her. Zhu Rong's shameful mood calmed down a lot, and he gradually became more natural. His seductive intention returned, and he served Yan Liang with a smile.
At this time, the cheers outside had reached their highest peak, and the loud cheers almost echoed in the lobby.
Yan Liang knew that this was probably the end of Ling Chi, and Meng Huo had finally been beheaded.
Yan Liang's interest reached its peak at this time. He was drunk and in high spirits. He hugged Zhu Rong with his left hand and the flower wand with his right hand, and couldn't help laughing loudly.
That laughter was so wild and joyful.
Zhu Rong and Hua Wan knew that Meng Huo was about to be executed, but they did not dare to express their melancholy. They only snuggled into Yan Liang's arms obediently and docilely.
The mother and daughter looked at each other, with a hint of helplessness in their eyes.
Just when Yan Liang was feeling refreshed, the soldiers outside the door came in and said with cupped hands, "My lord, Major General Deng has arrived and is asking for an audience outside."
