Smelting and Exploding the Heavens

Chapter 49
The other party filled a glass of poisoned wine and laughed wildly, "I only hate myself for being helpless, so let's use this wine to die for the country!"

As he spoke, he drank it in one gulp, and within a short time, his seven orifices were bleeding, his abdomen was in severe pain, and he fell on the table convulsively, knocking over many dishes.

"What a martyr, is there anyone else willing to do this?"

Fan Zhuoyuan's tone of voice was very admirable, but his expression without emotional fluctuations was mistaken for a mocking sneer.

Passionate men stood up one by one, and after they all yelled at each other, they drank poisonous wine and died for their country, and there were as many as 30 or [-] people here and there!
One of the warriors came out in a row, knelt and sat in the center of the hall, looked at Fan Zhuoyuan with hatred and said, "I am a warrior! Even if you want to die for your country, you should die with the ceremony of a warrior!

I don't drink poisoned wine, I just want to cut my seppuku in public, how dare the general intervene for me! "

The other party actually wanted to disgust Fan Zhuoyuan when he died, and dared to invite him to intervene. Did it really mean that Fan Zhuoyuan was afraid of killing people?

Fan Zhuoyuan put down his wine glass, nodded slightly, and said: "Who else are warriors who want to sacrifice their country by harakiri, please come out together, I will be able to intervene for everyone!"

Immediately afterwards, another seven or eight warriors stood up and knelt and sat in the center together. Perhaps affected by this heroic spirit, or because they did not want to be despised by others, several warriors followed.

Fan Zhuoyuan asked everyone to be offered wakizashi and sake for seppuku, and he walked out carrying the extremely long miao knife. He stood in front of more than a dozen warriors like a mountain, looking at them coldly. .

"I will respect the etiquette of warriors. Since I died for my country, I should be solemn."

The samurai who stood up first looked up at Fan Zhuoyuan, smiled, took a sip of sake, pulled out his wakizaru in front of him, and sprayed the wine on the shimmering wakizawa.

Then his eyes widened, with a bit of determination, a bit of fear, and a bit of riding a tiger, he yelled loudly and held Wakizashi upside down, stabbed fiercely in the abdomen, then twisted the handle of the knife, and pulled it horizontally!
Fan Zhuoyuan intentionally waited for a moment, then nodded slightly, "Sure enough, a warrior!"

The seppuku warrior couldn't die for a while, sweating profusely and looking up at Fan Zhuoyuan full of pain and struggle.

With a flash of the saber, Miao Dao broke through the coarse cloth and slashed down!

The knife technique is extremely precise and accurate, beheading from the back of the neck.

Beheading without decapitation is usually only possible for an executioner who executes a lot of executions and kills a lot.

The samurai next to him looked at this scene in shock, and then looked at Miao Dao who was dripping blood.

Fan Zhuoyuan said: "The general respected his determination, so he beheaded and continued to retaliate. All of you can enjoy this treatment.

It's getting late, everyone please hurry up, don't delay the auspicious day. "

All the warriors could guess what a painful way to die just from the ferocious expression on that man's seppuku, but under the watchful eyes of everyone, is there any way out?

The second samurai who came up pretended to be heroic and sang a few haikus that Fan Zhuoyuan couldn't understand, and then drank a pot of sake in one gulp, as if he wanted to numb his pain with alcohol.

Fan Zhuoyuan only held the knife and watched his performance coldly.

The alcohol content is too low, even if one pot is poured down, the consciousness is still clear, and the opponent has no way to retreat, so he can only pull out the wakizashi with a ferocious face, roaring and stabbing himself.

However, this person was not as determined as the previous one. Since the stabbing, he didn't turn the handle of the knife and pull it horizontally.

Fan Zhuoyuan waited for a while, and said: "This is abdominal stabbing, not seppuku. Your Excellency has missed a step, which makes this noble etiquette incomplete. Please don't let the burial of martyrdom suffer dust."

The corner of the warrior who stabbed his stomach twitched, looked at the handle of the knife in his hand, and made a sound of unbearable pain, he hesitated to turn the handle of the knife to cut horizontally.

At this time, the samurai on the side looked pale, and wanted to speak but dared not speak out of face.

Ruxin, the abbot of Hongan Temple, couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and said: "General Shangguo, although seppuku is the highest honor for a warrior, but the process is extremely painful and tragic. I hope the general will show mercy. Don't make the warrior endure unnecessary pain. Please do it for him." Intervene! Otherwise... please ask others to intervene."

Fan Zhuoyuan shook his head earnestly, "Although I am a citizen of the Celestial Dynasty, I also know that seppuku is the highest etiquette for warriors, especially now that martyrdom for the country is even more holy, how can you insult him because of fear of pain?
If the seppuku cannot be performed due to pain, the subordinates will be able to perform it on their behalf.

As for intervening, I have full respect for the Bushido spirit and must do it myself. May I ask who intervenes, who can have the ability to decapitate this general? "

Ruxin, the abbot of Hongan Temple, was silenced and stared at Fan Zhuoyuan dumbfounded. The others also looked at the scene in horror, and subconsciously touched their stomachs.

The deputy general Zhang Xi stood up and said with a smile: "General, since this person has been unable to complete the seppuku, the last general will come to help him!"

Fan Zhuoyuan glared at Zhang Xi and said, "Be serious! On such a solemn occasion, how can you have a playful face? We must respect these warriors who chose to sacrifice their lives for their country. How can we be insulted!"

Zhang Xi froze on the spot, unable to guess for a moment whether Fan Zhuoyuan really respected the other party's Bushido spirit, or whether he did it on purpose to torture this group of harakiri fools.

No matter what, he restrained his smile, and walked lightly to the stinging warrior, looked at Fan Zhuoyuan out of the corner of his eye, and then bowed his hands to the warrior in Central Plains etiquette to express his admiration.

Finally, hold the handle of the Wakizashi knife, first twist it, and then pull it horizontally!

Every movement caused the warrior to twitch and scream in pain, without any dignity at all.

However, Fan Zhuoyuan nodded towards the other party with reverence and respect, and swung his knife down, finally ending the long pain that this person had suffered during seppuku.

Then Fan Zhuoyuan looked at the next samurai, who trembled all over, stared blankly at the sake and Shirobu Kawakizashi in front of him, even his face was twitching.

"Your Excellency, please commit seppuku and die for the country!"

Amidst the screams of ah ah ah, for the sake of face, the samurai still went all out, but instead of stabbing vertically and then twisting the handle to pull horizontally, he hurriedly stabbed horizontally and then pulled horizontally, eliminating the need for a painful knife in the middle. step.

The process of harakiri was tragic and painful, but there were quite a few warriors who performed it. Seven samurai fulfilled their long-cherished wish of harakiri and fell to the ground.

This inevitably made the onlookers think, where is the so-called highest glory of bushido?

The remaining samurai have already sat on the ground, waiting for the process of performing seppuku, which is more of a test of people's mental endurance than direct seppuku.

After witnessing the painful process of seppuku by the previous seven warriors, warrior No. 8 finally broke down. He knelt on the ground, weeping, and kowtowed several times at Fan Zhuoyuan until his forehead was covered with blood.

"I... I am willing to serve the heavens and the kingdom as the master, and use my useful body to serve the work of dogs and horses! I dare not give up my life so easily!"

The Fan Jiajun officers and soldiers on the side couldn't help laughing, is this the integrity?

(End of this chapter)