Anti Qing

Chapter 69 Execution
The next day.

West Market.

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

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

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 the intersection, you will feel that this is a lively place when you see the bustling crowds, vendors hawking along the street, and rows of shops.

But today's excitement is different, a big event is about to happen here.

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

As soon as the sky dawned, the West Market was crowded with people, all kinds of people crowded the streets and alleys, just to watch the fun.

In today's troubled times, ordinary people are precarious, and there are not many people who can be called having fun, and watching beheading is one of them.

Before dawn, the soldiers of the Dashun Army deployed defenses around the West Market, isolating the road from the main street to the execution ground, so that the crowd of onlookers would not affect the execution.

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

When the time comes, it will be a free publicity for Dashun to spread it to ten or ten to a hundred.

Through this execution, the Dashun Army will show the world that they accept surrendered soldiers, and completely dispel the rumors of rogues.

Even the Dashun Army, which can be accepted by the Qing army's surrender, and the Nanming army are nothing.

"Look, here we come!"

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

Footsteps sounded from the front, and at the end of the street, a group of Dashun soldiers dressed in black arrow uniforms were approaching neatly.

Many people recognized it immediately, it was led by Little Chuang Wang Li Zijing, who had been stationed in the front camp of Dingmen Wengcheng in Xi'an after returning to the division.

Compared with the other four battalions, this front battalion did not appear many times in front of Xi'an soldiers and civilians, and its power was also weak. Many people saw such a scene for the first time.

Li Zijing rode a tall horse and wore a hat, walking in front of the team without hesitation.

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

Behind the three of them, there were more than a hundred elite cavalry from the former battalion with fierce faces, and then those veteran soldiers who stepped on their neat steps.

The big banners in the front camp had been replaced with Li Zijing's big banners last night, and all the flags, drums and horns were also ready.

Li Zijing was holding the rein of the horse with one hand, his indifferent eyes were hidden under the brim of his hat, and he seemed to have a feeling of repelling others thousands of miles away.

Hao Yaoqi glanced around, and the onlookers who were stared at by him were all cowardly and looked away. This kind of murderous gaze is not something ordinary people can bear.

The soldiers of the Qing army behind Wu Zhaosheng are now no different from the soldiers of the Puqianying. They all put on new clothes, and all of them use the standard specially prepared by Dashun for Li Zijing.

On the execution ground, a large platform was erected high, and on the platform was a tiger-headed guillotine, which was pulled out of the original Ming Dynasty Xi'an Fucheng Yamen.

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

Since the Ming Dynasty, I don't know how many people have been killed by the same tiger-headed guillotine in the same place, and the blood is stained on the execution ground.

Dai Zhijun didn't fully believe until today that he was going to be beheaded.

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

If it wasn't Wu Zhaosheng who released it, then who would it be?
Now Dai Zhijun couldn't think so much anymore, as the tiger-headed guillotine on the stage got closer, his legs on the prison car were constantly shaking.

Death has never been so close.

Dai Zhijun suddenly felt a little regretful. He regretted why he didn't die on the battlefield in Tongguan. Maybe he could use the name of a warrior to get some shade for his family who stayed in Beijing.

Now he is going to die in the name of a coward and a traitor, and be killed by these poor people, rogues and thieves he looks down on.

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

But no matter how he thought about it, the road ahead was getting shorter and shorter, and the breathtaking tiger's head on the execution ground seemed to be baring his bloody fangs.

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

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

The execution ground finally arrived, and Dai Zhijun's whole face was ashen.

He looked at the yelling crowd around him, and wanted to take this last chance to beg for mercy, but he couldn't face it.

Dai Zhijun's legs were trembling constantly, and as soon as he was released from the prison car, he fell directly to the ground, his whole body was so weak that he couldn't stand up, like a puddle of mud.

Li Zijing looked back, his eyes were extremely cold.

When Wu Zhaosheng knew that this was his performance, he also understood Li Zicheng's intention of ordering him to execute the sentence himself, so he immediately got off his horse and came to his former colleagues.

A little pity appeared on Wu Zhaosheng's face, and then he pulled Dai Zhijun up, carried him to the stage, and pressed him tightly in front of the tiger's head.

Dai Zhijun wanted to scold something, but at this moment he couldn't speak at all.

He raised his head slightly, looked at the bloody knife edge of the tiger's head that was far away in the sky, and swallowed secretly.

Li Zijing came to the seat in front of the stage and sat down, and all the soldiers of the former battalion gathered around the stage, waiting solemnly.

"kill him!"

"I said why I am so unlucky this year, it turned out to be because of this traitor!!"

The atmosphere in the front battalion on this side of the platform was tense, but the surrounding soldiers and civilians in Xi'an had an intense atmosphere. Everyone was shouting and cursing, attributing the long-term bad luck to this traitor.

In such troubled times, everyone's hostility is very strong, including Li Zijing.

The city of Xi'an is under martial law all the time, the North Road is still in a bloody battle, Hanzhong doesn't know what to do, the chaos in Jingxiang needs to be cleaned up, and the atmosphere is very depressing.

Li Zijing's eyes moved slightly, perhaps Li Zicheng was right, the soldiers and civilians in Xi'an now really need such an execution to vent.

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

Wu Zhaosheng kept staring at Li Zijing's expression, and the surrounding voices were also deafening. When he saw the latter's eyes projected over him, he turned around.

"What else do you have to say?"

Dai Zhijun was stunned for a moment, then raised his head, and saw Wu Zhaosheng was holding the knife edge of the tiger's head with one hand, ready to fall down at any time.

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

Finally, a chilling possibility.

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

"Do you really think they'll believe you?"

"Let me tell you, I didn't set the fire. The fire must have been set by these rogues themselves, just to take my head to calm people's hearts!"

"My today is your tomorrow!"

Wu Zhaosheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and the next moment, he pressed down firmly.

In an instant, there was a flash of blood, and a bloody head rolled off the stage, and the onlookers below the stage burst into applause.

　I went back to my hometown today, and I have to deal with some things. I have to stay in my hometown for the next two days. The coding equipment is not very good, and the information is not complete. The quality and speed may vary.

　　But don’t worry, everyone, I quickly adjusted after returning home on Sunday. Today is only one chapter. I’m really sorry, I didn’t finish until after nine o’clock.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)