Of course, Baba met Zhu Cihong's 'requirements', and the soldiers all liked the martial emperor, which is understandable.

Things that could have been finished in a moment have a sense of ritual because of this.

While ordering Su Ketu to kneel down in a row, Liu Hongjian didn't know where to find two wooden chairs, one for himself and Zhu Cihong.

Zhu Cihong had a bitter face, he had only seen his father spank the courtiers on the tower of Wumen City before.

"Let's get started!" Liu Hong gradually saw that everything was ready, and ordered Su Ketu to say.

Although the soldiers of the Rakshasa Kingdom couldn't understand what Liu Hongjian was saying, their expressions were universal, especially when Su Ketu looked at them and sneered after receiving the order, which made the soldiers of the Rakshasa Kingdom begin to struggle in fear.

Suketu gave up his command, then walked to the first row of prisoners and drew his sword.

"Ahh

Suketu ordered two of his men to hold down the struggling Rakshasa and cut off a head with a knife in his hand.

The blood on the neck of the Rakshasa man rushed out several steps away, almost splashing on Zhu Cihong's body, and Liu Hong gradually pressed Zhu Cihong's arm.

In fact, Zhu Cihong was indeed taken aback, he glanced at Liu Hongjian with a little gratitude, if it wasn't for Liu Hongjian pressing him, he could subconsciously jump up just now, which would be too embarrassing.

After Su Ketu finished his work, he put the war knife back into the sheath, and then ordered his subordinates to do it, Baba estimated that he was indeed choking enough, Liu Hong gradually saw that his hand holding the war knife was a little trembling, knowing that this guy was itchy, and he was embarrassed because of the identity of the governor.

"Babala, hurry up, if you don't do it, it will be gone." Liu Hong gradually smiled, and asked Zhu Cihong for Babala.

"Eh, I'll take a look." As he spoke, he hurriedly threw his hand over to pick up the leak.

More than 400 Rakshasa people were not enough for the Ming soldiers to stuff their teeth, only a dozen were killed and saved after a while, and the open space where the execution was carried out was full of splattered blood, and the air was also full of a strong smell of blood.

Zhu Cihong felt a little sick to his stomach.

“……&%……@@#！ @#！ @”

“！ @#!%!%%!#(**&@”

The few remaining Rakshasas knew that they would not escape their bad luck, but instead twisted their necks and began to roar in Balabala, many of the syllables of the Rakshasa language were tongue-curling, sounding like tongue twisters.

It's just that from the hideous expression of the Rakshasa people and the eyes waiting for Liu Hongji, it can be seen that this is definitely scolding.

It must be something like 'lose your mother', 'R you immortal board', 'G your ancestor card' and the like, Liu Hong gradually didn't bother to pay attention to it, seeing that Zhu Cihong had not spoken, he suddenly had an excellent idea.

"Stop! The emperor said that the two old men who were the happiest should do it themselves! Liu Hong gradually shouted at Su Ketu.

Zhu Cihong's eyes widened when he heard this, and he said in his heart that if he didn't take you to be such a trick, wouldn't he just let you marry my sister? If you don't want to forget it, why let me kill people?

I haven't even killed a chicken!

Zhu Cihong suddenly regretted what he said just now.

It's just that all the Ming soldiers looked at Zhu Cihong at this time, and they all looked forward to it and excited.

Their emperor wants to kill the enemy, which is a good thing, which means that their actions are supported by the Great Tomorrow, and it also means that the Great Tomorrow is a martial emperor, which means that there may be more wars in the future, and there will be merit and honor.

"Let's go, your war knife is wiped several times a day, but it is useless, and the war knife needs to be irrigated with blood." Liu Hong gradually knew that this was a bit difficult for Zhu Cihong, but since he couldn't make a trip, he felt that he had to let this guy learn something.

And killing is the first lesson.

When he led the soldiers to kill people for the first time, he was also very frightened, but after experiencing a fight, he completely lost that sense of fear when he went to cut people again, and even a little excited.

The emperor who has not killed people with his own hands is not enough to make the courtiers fearful, and the emperor who has not killed the enemy in front of the soldiers is not enough to make the Ming soldiers agree with them from the bottom of their hearts.

And all of this only needs Zhu Cihong to overcome the fear in his heart, and there is no harm in everything.

Zhu Cihong didn't know how he got to the captive, Liu Hongjian kept walking next to Zhu Cihong, in fact, he was pulling his arm, otherwise this guy wouldn't be able to move at all.

"When you start the knife, you must raise it high, see that the neck is not, you must be quick and ruthless, otherwise it will not be good if the strength is not enough to get stuck in the person's neck, maybe the Rakshasa people will hate you even more, look at it, I will make a demonstration." Liu Hong gradually taught Zhu Cihong the technique in a low voice, and then pulled out his Yanling knife.

"#¥%......&T$%***%¥##" the furry bear cursed in a tongue-curling voice.

"I'll lose your mother-" Liu Hong gradually saw that this fight was dying and cursed, and after scolding back, he raised his sword.

Poof—The sword slashed at the Rakshasa man's neck, and the cursing came to an abrupt end.

"It's your turn." Liu Hong gradually took a piece of linen cloth from Su Ketu's hand, wiped the blood stains on the sword, and then returned it to the sheath.

Zhu Cihong almost vomited when he looked at the head in front of him, but he knew that all the soldiers were staring at him, and he forced Dongdong back to his throat.

It must be impossible to dodge, horizontal and vertical is a knife, so let Liu Qing look down, I am here!

While cheering himself up, Zhu Cihong drew his war knife and walked to the last Rakshasa man.

"Remember, be quick!" Liu Hongjian reminded again.

Zhu Cihong nodded slightly and raised the war knife, "Babble-" Zhu Cihong closed his eyes after aiming, and then slashed the war knife at the last Rakshasa with a loud roar.

He aimed very accurately, and with another snort, the captive's head rolled to the ground in an instant, but Zhu Cihong's level was almost there.

The moment Liu Hong gradually slashed people, there was a sideways process, which was just enough to avoid the blood splashing from his neck.

Zhu Cihong was good, and his face was directly washed by blood, but his posture was much more coquettish than Liu Hong's.

Because of the repeated reciting of the quick and accurate mantra in his heart before cutting people, coupled with the excessive force under the nervousness, a knife not only cut off the head, but also cut it to the ground.

Zhu Cihong still maintained the posture of slashing people when he went down, his body was half-arched, his hands were holding the war knife, and the blood on his face was dripping down his chin, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

"Roar—"

"Roar—"

"Roar—"

The soldiers roared excitedly, at first it was only the front row, and then tens of thousands of people came and went, and all the soldiers knew that His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty had personally beheaded the prisoners, which was a supreme honor for them.

It's like a chef bringing a dish he has prepared to the boss, and the boss compliments him on his cooking skills after eating.

The captive was the dish that the soldiers offered to Zhu Cihong.

And Zhu Cihong's posture is so handsome, as if he hasn't been chopped, of course, this is just in the eyes of the soldiers.

The actual situation was that Zhu Cihong slashed to the ground with too much force, and his arm was instantly unconscious.

Liu Qing ...... Come and help, I...... I'm having cramps in my legs......"

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