The success of the Qing Dynasty after entering the pass was not just as simple as traitors everywhere. What Chen Wen needs now is only to avenge the people of Jinhua. People's hearts are unpredictable. He is not strong enough now and naturally there is no need to push those fences to the Qing Dynasty for a quick moment.

On the execution stage, Chen Wen was no longer there, but returned to the rostrum to sit down. What was left here was the executioner's performance.

The executioner, the chief swordsman in charge of the execution, was a veteran of a long time. With the help of the two apprentices he came with, he quickly finished preparations. Then he saluted to the rostrum, then turned around and bowed to the people in the venue, which immediately attracted a burst of applause.

After receiving the applause, the master was not moved at all. Instead, he strode to the "embryo" that he was about to start fighting. With the help of his apprentice, he turned the special shelf over, then picked up a pot of old vinegar and squatted in front of Ma Jinbao who was hanging upside down.

But when he saw the master picking up the porcelain pot containing vinegar, a cheer that rushed to the sky immediately sounded in the venue. Lingchi's punishment did not have this item, but because Ma Jinbao always used it to blackmail the rich and civilians, the officers and soldiers under his command also followed suit. Among the people present, there were many who had been blackmailed by Ma Jinbao and his subordinates to use it to extort their family property and their children. Seeing this as an appetizer, it was a great relief.

Amid the shocking cheers, Ma Jinbao had already understood what these people wanted to do. In his constantly widening pupils, the master pointed the spout at his nostrils and then stuffed it in.

Because the master's two apprentices pressed Ma Jinbao's head tightly, the spout was stuffed into it just right, and then the handle on the pot was slowly lifted up, and the old vinegar in the pot began to flow into it.

Ma Jinbao is from Xi County, Shanxi Province. Like other old Xier, he has a special love for vinegar. However, it is only for consumption. The trick he pours back from his nostrils is what he usually uses to blackmail money. Before that, he never thought that one day he would be so abused by those weak people who were usually slaughtered.

This pot of old vinegar that Ma Jinbao used on weekdays slowly flowed into his nostrils hanging upside down. Even though he was always jealous, he could not bear it at all when facing such sorrow, his nose was so bitter that he could not bear it. However, in order to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide, the yamen runners stuffed large walnuts into his mouth, and they could only make a "yes, um, um" begging for mercy with the overflowing old vinegar, but no one could understand what he was saying. It was not until the pot was overturned and it took a moment to settle him down before turning him back.

"Look, that beast Ma Jinbao was actually crying!"

"Really, this bastard still has the face to cry, haha."

"I deserve it. How did he ruin others' things at the beginning? Let him try it myself today."

"It's not that I don't repay you. The time has not come. The ancients really didn't deceive me, and the ancients really didn't deceive me."

“…”

Ma Jinbao's helplessness triggered a huge cheer. At this moment, Ma Jinbao burst into tears. The brown old vinegar and secretions in his nose poured out from his nostrils. He just slightly shifted the trajectory to both sides of the upper half of his lips and flowed straight into the serious sin that could not be closed.

At this moment, he finally knew how the people who were so tragic and even killed by him felt at that time. Not only was the unbearable thing in the world, but the spiritual humiliation made the bandit who had been rich and prosperous for many years feel even more humiliated.

This experience was enough for him to remember, and it was never like trying it again. But at this moment, the two apprentices turned the shelf that bound him, and then the master picked up another pot of old vinegar and pointed it at Ma Jinbao's other nostril like a magic trick...

The cold hand was just a cold hand before the feast, but the cold hand that opened the show received great cheers. Countless people watched the Qing army commander who once rampant Jinhua Mansion, who had committed crimes among the people and committed money to death, suffered the punishment he once proud of, and the emotions he had accumulated for many years burst out instantly.

Countless people bowed down the rostrum, and even some gentry and men qualified to sit in the front row stood up to salute the Ming army led by Chen Wen, because they knew very well that Chen Wen was never a cruel general who enjoyed his murderous enemy. The reason why he was so completely to avenge the suffering people in Jinhua Prefecture was nothing more.

Amid the cheers that shook the sky, the airs that bound Ma Jinbao were raised again, and the minor official who acted as the emcee announced the beginning of the execution when he received a sign from the rostrum.

On the table next to it, the knives, cloth, salt water, and the buckets of cold water and old vinegar used to deal with unexpected situations were all ready. Seeing an apprentice wipe the filth on Ma Jinbao's face, the master immediately spitted on his hand and then slapped Ma Jinbao's heart hard. Then he turned the knife and took a piece of meat the size of a copper coin.

This was the first knife, which happened to be wiped off the milk particles on Ma Jinbao's right chest. Amid the whimpering cry, the master raised the first piece of flesh that was stabbed on the tip of the knife high, and at the same time his apprentice loudly reiterated the people below the stage.

"First knife!"

After the first blow, the master slashed another blow in a symmetrical position, but while the apprentice reported the number, he threw the second piece of flesh heavily on the ground.

According to the rules passed down by the older generation, the meat spun off the first two swords is called money meat, which is specially used to worship the world, so the actions after the first and second swords are completely different.

Due to the previous palm, the wailing Ma Jinbao tightened after being hit hard and the blood circulation slowed down, so no blood flowed out of the wound. So the master took a piece of cloth dipped in salt water from another apprentice's hand and wiped the blood on it, making the knife edge look like a brand new cut on a tree.

Wipe the blood clean, followed by the third knife. This knife is slightly different from the first two. Although it is the size of a copper coin, it has been changed to fish scales in shape. Because of this, Lingchi also had an alias in ancient times, called "fish scale cutting".

After cutting the third knife, he saw white flesh stubbles showing, with only a little blood drops adorning it like pearls. After a long breath of breath, the master immediately pierced the third piece of flesh on the tip of the knife and threw it into the air. In the rules of the older generation, this hand is called Xie Guishen.

The first three swords are crucial in the entire execution process. The executioner can complete the punishment like a carrot. However, the number of swords is also very important. According to regulations, the executioner will be punished if one more sword is cut, and he will even be executed because of this. Only when the last sword is pierced into the heart and kill the person who was punished is considered perfect.

The execution continues. According to Chen Wen and the executioner not long ago, during the three days of execution, every ten executioners would take a break. The master was still executing. The rostrum where Chen Wen was located was located on the side of the execution platform, so I couldn't see the master's skills clearly. However, when he heard Ma Jinbao's walnut stuffed into his mouth, he could only make a "whimper" sound, the civil officials and generals around Chen Wen wanted to run to the front to see with their own eyes how Ma Jinbao was tortured by this cruel punishment.

"Fu Ren, thank you."

In this era, it is not popular to say thank you, you cannot say thank you to your elders, you cannot say it to your younger generation, and you cannot even say it to your peers. Because Chinese people pay attention to great kindness and never say thank you, others' help should be remembered in their hearts, and speaking it out seems frivolous.

But at this moment, Sun Yu still said this. Because the protagonist of the story Chen Wen just told was him, the ruins that were left behind in the venue were his former home, and even tablets invited from the Sun's back house were placed in the ruins. Chen Wen specially chose to kill Ma Jinbao here to help him avenge the overwhelming blood feud of killing his father, mother, teacher, and son, so that his parents' spirit of heaven could see with his own eyes how Ma Jinbao, the accomplice of the Jinhua Slaughter, was cut into pieces!

"No need to be so polite between you and me."

Sun Yu has always been Chen Wen's biggest supporter. Whether he trains soldiers on Dalan Mountain, fights hard in the southern part of Siming Mountain, struggles hard in Tiantai Mountain, or overcomes obstacles in Jinhua for most of the past six months, Sun Yu will do his best to help him complete the plan, even Wang Jiang, who obeys Chen Wenyan's plan on Tiantai Mountain, is slightly inferior.

If it weren't for Sun Yu's explanation to Wang Yi, if Sun Yu hadn't revealed his heart that night and strongly asked him to stay, Chen Wen would probably be busy under Zheng Chenggong's command to siege Zhangzhou Prefecture City. Of course, it might be even more likely that he had already fallen into the road in this chaotic era.

Sun Yu successfully persuaded Chen Wen to stay in Zhejiang and tried his best to prepare military supplies and manage the local area for this newly rising force. It can be said that all this today is what he deserves, and Chen Wen only provided some convenience and comfort to his best friend in this era in the process of routine execution of traitors.

"It's a pity that Bologna dog Tartar is dead, it's really a bargain."

Seeing Sun Yu say this with a little regret, Chen Wen just shook his head.

There are countless bloody cases created by the Qing Dynasty on the land of China. The Jinhua Massacre is just one of the more conspicuous ones, and only those who have a preliminary understanding of that history will know that more people in later generations have only seen "Ten Days in Yangzhou, Three Massacres in Jiading" in textbooks, but they do not know much about other massacres created by the Qing Dynasty. As for those more common villages, towns, and villages that are hidden deep in some historical materials, the victims are often only over a hundred people, and there is even more no way to know them.

Lingchi Ma Jinbao, this is not an end, but just an beginning. Whether it is a more famous traitor like Hong Chengchou, Wu Sangui, Shang Kexi, or a less well-known traitor like Ma Jinbao, the accomplice of Jinhua Massacre, Wang Zhigang, the mastermind of Shaowu Massacre, or the barbaric butchers among the Eight Banners, as long as Chen Wen still has a little strength, he will not let these beasts go.
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