A total of 4,326 knives were cut, and the slices of flesh were only the size of fingernails. The area around the execution ground was crowded with onlookers, and the cut meat was bought and eaten by the people.

On the first day of Ling Chi, the soldiers escorted the scarred Oza back to the prison and gave him some porridge to keep him alive. Because the executioner's skill was extremely high, Oza, who had been cut more than 1,400 times, did not bleed too much, so that he would not die on the first night.

It took three days to cut it, and it wasn't until the evening of the last day that the obese Ozha was cut to only a skeleton, and the blood on his body was about to run dry, and the executioner dug out his heart with a knife.

Wang Yu, dressed in a white filial piety robe, knelt in front of the mourning hall, personally held the wooden plate containing the heart and liver of Ezha, kowtowed three times to the tablet of Shi Kefa and the people of Yangzhou, and then put the wooden plate on the offering table.

"The revenge of the people of Yangzhou has been avenged, today, Wang has come to comfort your soul in the sky!" Wang Yu once again kowtowed to the tablets of the soldiers and civilians in Yangzhou.

It was already the sixth day of the ninth month, and the next day Wang Yu returned to Nanjing by boat.

As soon as he returned to Nanjing, Chen Zhan, who served as the envoy of Fusi in Nanjing Jinyi Weinan Town, stepped forward and said: "Lord Wang, Kong Sizhen is not convinced by the death sentence announced by Wang Ye, and wants to see Wang Ye. ”

The supreme commander of the Nanjing Jinyi Guard should be the commander of the Jinyi Guard, and this position is a four-grade military position, which is sent by the north. But in fact, the real power of Nanjing Jinyiwei is in the hands of Chen Zhan, although Chen Zhan is only a small five-rank martial artist, but he is a person from Zheng Jiajun, loyal to Wang Yu and Zheng Cong. In fact, Nanjing Jinyiwei is equivalent to a system independent of Beijing, and does not obey Beijing's orders at all.

"Since Kong Sizhen is very unconvinced, then it would be good for this clan to see her." Wang Yu nodded and said.

Wang Yu walked into the dark Jinyi Guard's prison, and as soon as he entered the door, he smelled a musty smell and stench emanating from inside, and from time to time he could hear screams coming from inside. After walking through a long passage full of organs, I arrived at the dungeon where Kong Sizhen and a group of other important criminals were held.

"Lord Wang, here, here." Chen Zhandao.

Wang Yu saw Kong Sizhen who was being held in a dark cell at a glance, and saw that she was haggard, not looking like a forty-year-old woman, but looking like she was in her sixties, her hair was messy, her face was thin, and her white prison clothes were stained with blood.

"So-and-so is Wang Yu, say, you want to see this domain, what's the matter?" Wang Yu asked.

Kong Sizhen heard the voice, slowly raised her head, and looked at Wang Yu standing in front of her, although she was already a prisoner at this time, and she was tortured to the point of being unhuman, but she still had a little arrogance: "May I ask the prince, what is the crime of the slave family?" ”

"Shut up!" A stable woman on the side stepped forward and slapped her, "The slave family is also what you should call?" Call the Prisoner Woman! ”

"Slow down." Wang Yu drank Wen Po.

"Yes!" Wen Po turned her head and looked at Wang Yu with a flattering smile on her face.

Wang Yu turned his head and asked Kong Sizhen: "You said that you are not convinced, you want to see this domain, and tell your reason!" Your father rebelled in Shandong back then, and took refuge in the Tartars with excellent firearms! If it weren't for the king of Sanshun, would the Tartars have Hongyi cannons and siege cities? And when your father was surrounded by the King of Jin, he was still obsessed and loyal to the Tartars! When my Ming Wangshi attacked Guangzhou, you didn't go anyway like Geng Jingzhong and Monk Zhixin, and you didn't raise troops against the Qing Dynasty like Wu Sangui, but went all the way to the black! You say, is it wrong for this clan to execute you? ”

Kong Sizhen retorted: "Back then, my father took refuge in Houjin, but he was also forced to do so! The Ming Dynasty values literature and light on martial arts, military generals have no status, Mao Shuai was a general soldier back then, and Yuan Chonghuan said that he would kill him! After Mao Shuai's death, his father had no place on Phi Island, so he went to the Leiden area. Later, a soldier under my father's command was so hungry that he stole a chicken, and the Donglin Party actually wanted to parade that soldier through the streets! All this was forced by those civil officials! Since he has taken refuge in Houjin, he should serve them allegially, how can he be a slave with three surnames? Moreover, the emperor and the queen mother treat the slave family well, and they should repay the court with death! You say, is it wrong for the slaves to do this? ”

"Of course it's wrong!" Wang Yu raised his voice, "Those civil officials are at fault, why do you take refuge in the Tartars?" Even if you take refuge in a thief and sacrifice a thief, it is better than a tartar! On the 10th of Yangzhou, Jiading slaughtered three times, shaved hair and changed clothes, text prison, Tartars slaughtered how many Han people did I have? Those who are not of my race will have different hearts, and for whatever reason, it is wrong to give their lives to the Tartars! ”

Kong Sizhen smiled bitterly: "Can there be a distinction between Huayi back then?" Those who read have thrown themselves into tartar, those who have integrity have been killed, and those who survive are all the people at both ends of the first rat. But today, how many civil officials in the capital are from the Tartars? Some people were originally civil officials of our Ming Dynasty, and the thieves came to the thieves, and the Tartars came to the Tartars, why are they still alive? ”

"They won't live long!" Wang Yu said, "These accounts, this clan remembers them!" ”

Kong Sizhen suddenly knelt on the ground, crying and begging: "The slave family is an only child, and I hope the prince will let him go." ”

Wang Yu is no longer Wang Xinyu, who was still a little soft-hearted when he just crossed over, at this time he understood that there were no human rights in this era, so he shook his head and refused: "Chop the grass and remove the roots, keep him, will you take revenge?" This matter is non-negotiable! ”

After speaking, Wang Yu walked out of the dungeon.

Kong Sizhen is right, many civil officials at both ends of the head rat are still alive! They used to work hard for the Tartars and did all the bad things, and these accounts will slowly have to be settled with them! Wang Yu turned his head to Chen Zhan and said.

Chen Zhan was taken aback, lowered his voice and asked, "Could it be that the prince wants to raise troops to attack the capital?" ”

"No, this domain is a loyal minister of the Ming Dynasty, of course it is impossible to do such a rebellious thing!" Wang Yu raised his head and laughed, "But if there is internal strife in the north, this domain can raise troops to quell the rebellion." ”

On 11 September, the day of the execution of a cadre of prisoners in Nanjing, more than 2,000 prisoners, including Kong Sizhen, Fan Yubin, Chuntai, Garsai, Liuyong, Qi Zheng'e, Gutai, and Xingbao, were loaded into prison vans and taken to the execution ground. From the barracks outside Nanjing to the city gate, there were Ming soldiers with loaded guns and ammunition on both sides, and every fifteen steps stood a brocade guard wearing a wingless black gauze hat and a red flying fish suit.

More than 2,000 prisoner carts lined up from the barracks to the city's execution grounds. Both sides of the official road were crowded with onlookers, and if it weren't for the efforts of Jinyiwei and the Qiongzhou sergeants to maintain order, the people would have rushed up and tore these prisoners to pieces.

The prisoner cart entered the execution ground, where rows of knife and axe men stood.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Yu, who personally supervised the beheading, threw the arrow into the ground: "The hour is coming, the execution!" ”