A small soldier of the frontier army in the late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 212 Torture
Around the ruined temple lay many dead bodies of Qing soldiers, and the smell of fresh blood wafted out in the cold night, which was disgusting.

The robes of Long Er and the others were covered with blood, I don't know if it was their own or the Qing soldiers'.They patrolled back and forth, and by the way, stabbed the Qing soldiers who died underground, and three Qing soldiers who were lightly injured were subdued by them and tied up laboriously.

The short and bloody battle was over, and only now did they feel tired and weak, as well as the dull pain from the wounds on their bodies.

They went to see the woman, her limbs were still nailed to the door, her eyes were wide open, she was already dead.

Long Er and the others sighed, and Da Ya was full of emotion. He looked at the dead woman with deep sadness in his eyes: "I would rather be a dog of peace than a person in a troubled world. Sister, in the next life, reincarnate into a peaceful and prosperous world."

He touched the girl's eyes and took her off the door panel.

Bench and Da Ya were seriously injured, and the other three were also slightly injured. The five took out the wound medicine and applied each other, and then they divided the work.

Da Ya insisted on digging the grave for the dead woman, Long Er and the bench went to check the harvest, Master Tiger collected the weapons scattered on the ground, and stripped off the armor of the Qing soldiers on the corpse, Master Qiang took the hatchet of the Qing soldiers, one by one The Qing soldiers chopped off the head, and then kicked the headless naked body aside.

After the reorganization was over, several people gathered around a bonfire to dispel the chill. Long Er said: "The harvest is not small. Twelve Tartar soldiers were beheaded, two were small leaders of the Tartars, and three were captured. The horses were captured 12 horses, more than a dozen pairs of armor, and some weapons of various sizes.”

After a pause, he said: "There is still some silver, but not much, less than a hundred taels."

The bench and Da Ya rubbed their hands together, quite happy, according to Wang Dou's army's regulations on reward distribution, ordinary sergeants will get [-]% of the captured money, [-]% if they don't take it overnight, and don't have to hand it over if it is less than a hundred taels.However, those horses, weapons and supplies need to be handed in, and the army will reward them uniformly based on their merits.

The meritorious service seized is not small, even the money, each person can get a lot.

Among Wang Dou's army, Yebushou is the most elite and the richest, but the ranks in the army are strict, no matter how rich he is, as long as the person facing him is higher than himself, he must respectfully kneel down and pay homage, for the sake of higher status and honor , Wang Doujun's idea that small and medium-sized riches are safe is quite indifferent.

Looking at the smiling brothers in front of him, Long Er said: "We can't stay here for long, we'd better leave as soon as possible."

The eyes of the bench flashed, and he glanced at the three Qing soldiers who were squatting on the ground next to him, and said, "Captain Long, there is a Tazi soldier who seems to be dying, and I'm afraid he won't be able to support us to go back and torture him."

A cold light flashed in Long Er's eyes: "Execute on the spot!"

He looked at Master Hu in front of him: "I heard that Master Tiger chopped off the head with a long knife, but the blade can not be curled? Why don't you let the brothers see it."

Master Hu came out proudly, he pulled out the heavily injured Qing soldier prisoner, made him kneel down, and swiped the long knife on the Qing soldier's neck.

The Qing soldier was startled and frightened, screaming wildly in Manchu. He looked at Long Er and the others with pleading expressions on his face.

Lord Tiger let out a low cry, and the long knife cut across the Qing soldier's neck, bringing out a cloud of blood, and the Qing soldier's head rolled to the ground.

Long Er exclaimed: "Good sword technique!"

Da Ya said: "Good skill!"

The bench said: "Master Tiger is mighty!"

Master Hu's face was rather self-respecting, he clasped his fists with his sword in his arms: "Brothers thank you, Captain Long too."

Everyone looked at his long knife, and sure enough, the edge of the knife was not damaged at all.

Master Qiang carefully picked up the bloody head, Long Er said: "Brothers, let's go."

The five men took out the captured Qing soldiers' horses, put all the captured horses on the horses, and hung a dozen bloody human heads on them.Finally, the two Qing soldiers were tied to the horses, and rags were stuffed around their mouths, and the five left without a sound.

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Aldai, as a sergeant with the Qing Dynasty and the white flag, has entered the customs many times, and returned with a rewarding experience several times. He likes this kind of military career, and likes to see those Han people struggling and crying under his knife.Unlike other Manchurian soldiers in the banner, he has another ability, that is, he is familiar with the Chinese language, and he is also familiar with some pedantic attitudes among the Han people.

In response to this kind of attitude, he also has an outstanding ability, which is to pretend to be pitiful.The Han people emphasized that killing prisoners is ominous, and it is easier to test their hidden hearts.As a sentry of Zhengbaiqi for many years, it is not that he has never been captured by mistake, but under his pitiful expression, the other party will often show great compassion, not to mention the delicious hospitality, and often lose vigilance towards himself , Let him escape from birth, and finally go back to take revenge.

It's like that woman last night... In the past two days, when he and the two guards were separated from the sentry, he encountered a group of bold Ming soldiers who did not accept a surprise attack. The two companions were killed, and he was also captured. Under this pitiful image of himself, after those Ming soldiers captured him, they lost their vigilance.

In the end, he fled and led dozens of sentry cavalry back to besiege Zhuangzi. Those Ming soldiers who refused to accept him at night were killed, captured one who was tortured to death, and captured a wife who refused to accept at night.After sending out sentry guards, they nailed her limbs to the door to humiliate her last night. Hearing her screams, Aldai felt the greatest satisfaction in his heart.

Thinking of what happened last night, Aldai's whole body suddenly broke out in cold sweat. A few wise men ran out from nowhere, so powerful that fifteen of them were wiped out by the sneak attack of five opponents.I was even injured and captured by the opponent. Looking at the opponent's offensive and weapons, as well as their verbal conversations, these Ming people, where is the Ming army?

After he was tied to the horse, he pondered over this issue carefully. He was stabbed on the right chest. Those wise people had no mercy at all, and they had no intention of bandaging his wound. They executed a prisoner in public last night. It made him feel bad.

I was tied up by Lao Lao, and there was no hope of escape. It seemed that I had only one last trump card left, so I pretended to be pitiful.

But judging by the style of these Ming troops, I don't know if it will work or not.

He was tied behind the horse, and bumped all the way, touching the wound, causing him to die of pain, and he passed out at some point.When he woke up, his eyes were bright, and it was dawn.He found himself thrown on the ground, his eyes swept away, and he was actually on a hillside, and he didn't know where it was in Ming Kingdom.

Then he saw those smart people last night, and a chill came over his heart. Those smart people were looking at him with cruel eyes. This kind of eyes was very familiar to Aldai, and he often used it on the faces of his companions. I've seen it before, even when facing those Ming soldiers and Ming people, I must have the same expression, right?
Aldai made a decisive decision. He struggled to get up, teary, and was about to hiss and cry, but suddenly he heard a creepy sneer from the side, and a sinister voice said: "Tell me everything you know , I will give you a good time."

Aldai was startled, the other party was actually speaking Manchu, and he was very fluent. Among the Ming army who could speak Manchu and Mongolian fluently, only the elite of the army did not accept them. These people were the Ming army.But there are only five people on the other side, why are they so powerful?Could it be the Ming army whistle at the border?Why are there sharp whistles in the mainland of Ming Dynasty?
The person talking to him was a Ming man in his 40s, wearing only a sheep robe and felt hat, very ordinary Ming people.He was tall and thin, especially with high bulging cheekbones, and a pair of triangular eyes with raised eyebrows. His eyes looked at him like a poisonous snake, gloomy and cold.

Aldai stared blankly at this wise man, he was horrified by this wise man, his fear grew stronger and stronger, and he forgot to speak for a while.

Seeing that the Qing soldier in front of him didn't answer his words, Master Qiang snorted coldly, he took a step forward, grabbed his right arm, and twisted it in the opposite direction, Kaka's bones sounded, and the Qing soldier howled long, his right arm The arm has been twisted alive.

Aldai howled bitterly, his right arm was broken, all his hopes were gone, even if he escaped by chance, his military career would be over.Besides, there was no chance of escape in front of him.

His heart sank, and he struggled and shouted: "I, Aldai, am a warrior of the Qing Dynasty's white flag, and I will not surrender to you southern barbarians."

He swears, whether it is Manchu or Chinese swear words, he comes out of his mouth, but he is also rich in words.

Long Er and the others looked at him with great interest, Master Qiang took off his boots slowly, and said: "Our government has a kind of torture, which is to nail bamboo sticks into the fingernails, which is called the torture. , Ten fingers connected to the heart, it is indeed extremely painful. But I don’t want to, the toes are more painful than the fingers.”

While speaking, he took off Aldai's right boot, took out a small crowbar from his pocket, and said slowly, "Say it, or not?"

Aldai's face turned pale, but he still stared angrily and said nothing. Soon, he cried out in pain again.Master Qiang's small iron crowbar slowly penetrated into Aldai's toenail. Aldai's right thumb was pried off by Master Qiang, and he took the bloody thumbnail on his hand to watch.

Seeing Master Qiang's methods, Long Er's faces turned pale. In fact, all the Yebushu in Wang Doujun have been trained in the art of torture, especially Master Qiang is the most proficient, even if he is an iron man, he can pry his mouth open.

Of course, if Yebushou fell into the hands of the enemy and was tortured, few of them would be able to survive.Therefore, although Ye Bu Shou in Wang Doujun also had some reaction training in the face of torture, most of Ye Bu Shou would choose to commit suicide when they were in a desperate situation, and each had their own methods of killing themselves immediately.

But Aldai was also stiff, until Mr. Qiang pried all the toenails of his right foot, the whole right foot was bloody and bloody, and when he was about to change feet, Aldai trembled all over, and said weakly: "I said... please Please, give me a happy..."

Da Ya sighed: "Why bother, if you tell me earlier, wouldn't you be able to go on the road without pain?"

Master Qiang smiled coldly, and turned to another Qing soldier beside him. That Qing soldier was also injured, but he didn't die for a while. Seeing Aldai's miserable appearance, how can he pretend to be a hero?I just want to give a happy after saying it.

Da Ya is proficient in secret language, but he suffered a serious injury to his right arm during the battle last night, and he can no longer write. He is afraid that after this battle, he will be retired due to his disability.Therefore, the secret information was written by Long Er. He asked carefully in Manchu and recorded it quickly. After a long time, the information was completed.

Ardai and Ardai were executed in a row, seeing that they were about to die, they struggled to stand up, and at the same time, they hummed a song, which seemed to be a local folk song of their Manchurians.

Lord Tiger slowly drew out his two-handed long knife, his eyes swept across Aldai's neck.

Raise the long knife high, chop it down!
(End of this chapter)