Daqin: Prince Peerless, guarding Hangu for ten years!

Chapter 61 Torture never defeats the enemy!

Fencheng, military camp.

Boom boom boom! !

The mighty army marched into the Fencheng camp. With the roaring footsteps and clanging sounds, the atmosphere in the entire camp became solemn.

Countless Qin soldiers stood in front of the camp, holding their weapons and looking at the Hangu army marching in. They all had complicated expressions.

Especially when one cart after another of grain and grass arrived, the soldiers in the entire Fencheng camp changed their expressions, and uproarious roars continued to sound in front of each camp tent.

"Is this Hangu reinforcements? Why are they here and bringing food and grass?"

"Are you going to replace us in guarding Hedong, or are you going to supplement us and continue the campaign?"

"Is your Majesty determined to capture Handan City before you give up?"

"Didn't I shed enough blood waiting in Zhao Kingdom? I don't want to fight anymore, I just want to go home..."

In front of a military tent, Wang Jian held his sword and led his men on a patrol. He listened to everyone's words word for word, turned his head and looked over.

In the sight, the ordinary faces completely lacked the vigor and sharpness that Qin Jun should have, and were replaced by worries and depression.

"Ugh!"

Wang Jian's heart trembled, and the hand holding the sword hilt suddenly tightened, but at this moment he could only sigh in his heart, and then continued to lead people on a patrol.

However, at this moment, the entire Fencheng camp was filled with similar sounds, and they became more and more intense in the hearts of the soldiers...

At this moment, Fencheng dungeon.

"Crack...crack..."

The sound of the whip echoed in the deep, the air was full of the smell of corruption, the damp ground was mixed with lime, and there was a rustling sound when you stepped on it. The dim firelight reflected the faces of the people in the cell, which made them look gloomy.

The waving black shadow flew across the sky, and immediately fell violently on the hanging body. Every crackling sound was accompanied by pieces of torn flesh. The jailer was torturing the three people on the wooden frame.

The person next to him shook his head but made no sound. The blood flowing on his stiff body had solidified and turned black. However, he could not withstand the torture and had bitten his tongue before committing suicide.

"Ah... forgive me..."

"Injustice..."

The other three people just kept crying and begging for mercy when the torture stopped. However, the jailer did not stop at all. The spiked whip in his hand did not stop for a moment. Even if he fainted and was splashed with cold water in the middle, there was not much left. The strength to beg for mercy was still there and he kept shaking his head.

The sound of clattering iron chains sounded, the cell door opened with a bang, and Yingjun walked in with Wang Ling, Li Cunxiao and the eighteen Yanyun cavalrymen in military uniforms.

The cell leader waved to the jailer to stop whipping, and all the jailers in the cell hurriedly bowed their hands and then stepped aside, revealing the bloody bodies of the three men.

Seeing this, the cell leader immediately stepped forward and reported: "General Qi, these three people are really tough-mouthed, and they still haven't said a word about them even now."

While he was talking, a jailer on the side suddenly stepped forward quickly, grabbed the head of No. 1 on the left and took a look, then turned around and shook his head: "Dead..."

When Ying Jun saw this, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"You guys go down first." Wang Ling glanced at the remaining two people, waved the guards to go out and wait, and closed the cell door at the same time.

Yan Yun's Eighteenth Cavalry stood with their swords in hand, blocking the prying eyes of everyone outside.Ying Jun stepped forward slowly, glanced at the two dead prisoners on the wooden frame, and then looked at the other two.

These four people were the thieves who bumped into Yan Shisan's hands last night.

One of them committed suicide before, leaving three people. The person who tortured them knew how to measure and did not kill them completely. At this time, they had the strength to speak.

The man in the middle is thin, with rough skin and a long beard mixed with a little white. He is the middle-aged leader from before.

At this moment, the middle-aged man raised his head slightly, his eyelids were half drooped, his eyes were blurred with blood and he could not see the figure clearly. His voice was as weak as a whisper: "This noble man... we are really... ordinary merchants... let us go..."

Ying Jun placed his hand on Chi Xiao and stood still in front of him. He stared at him for a moment before slowly speaking:
"Ordinary merchant? You said before that you were a merchant from Qi. Where are your goods? What did you import from Qi? How much does this trip cost? How much net profit can you make by bringing it here to Fencheng? People in the caravan, one day How much does it cost?"

After saying this, Yingjun paused, and then said expressionlessly: "I welcome you to Qin to do business, but if you do business with blood, the people of Qin must pay with blood..."

In the dungeon, sparks were beating, and only Yingjun's indifferent voice echoed.

Yingjun walked past the middle-aged man, his eyes swept over the faces of the remaining two people one by one, and tilted his head: "You should know that you are just a disposable tool. Even if you run back after the thing is done, there will be nothing waiting for you. There is only death. After all, only dead people can keep secrets. You know this yourself, why are you unwilling to tell it? "

The middle-aged leader raised his face and tried to open his half-dragged eyes. There was blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, and he said in a hoarse voice: "It turns out... it turns out that... the general is in front of him... It seems that we will not survive..."

"If you answer, I will let you live..."

The middle-aged man was startled, and struggled to move his head. He opened his bloody mouth, smiled hard, and said with blood-stained teeth: "I told you, we will die too. You... Qin people... ...never show mercy. I...have a cheap life, but the lives of my family are extremely precious..."

On the wooden frame on the right, the remaining accomplice burst into tears.

Ying Jun glanced at them and waved to Yan Da: "Bring a big urn over, put them in it, put it on the firewood to cook, and have someone clean their eyes, so that they can open their eyes and take a good look."

Yan Er moved a bed, Ying Jun turned around and shook his cloak, sat down with a golden sword, and a cold voice sounded: "I'll just sit here and see how long you can last."

The cold words made Wang Ling look over in shock, nodding his head to kill, but this made people watch themselves being cooked...

Just thinking about it made him feel like his stomach was churning, and he felt that he might not have the appetite to eat meat in the next few days.

Yan Da and others immediately brought a large urn of water from the side, untied the crying man from the shelf and dragged him to the urn, and rubbed the dried blood on his face with cold water to clean it.

Then, holding him and forcefully pressing him into the big urn, Yan San directly removed the straw and wooden boards in the cell, and lit a fire directly under the big urn.

The hay burned instantly and made a roaring sound, dispelling the coldness around it.

However, the person who was caught and lifted up was full of souls. Yan Da knocked on the big urn, and the moment he pressed it down, the man screamed loudly in vain: "I'm going to attack... I'm going to attack... Don't kill me." I, I don’t want to die..."

The middle-aged leader cursed: "...you useless waste..."

When Yan Si heard the sound, the sheathed scimitar in his hand hit the middle-aged leader directly on the chest. The latter suddenly opened his mouth like a dead fish, and his throat made a roaring sound, unable to say any words...

The person being carried cried: "I don't want to die. There is an old woman who is half dead at home. I can't die. I have done everything. Please let me live..."

"After all, he is still a person who knows the current affairs..." Ying Jun smiled indifferently, waved his hand and asked Yan Da to lift it up and throw it on the ground. His arms were picked up on both sides, and a sharp scimitar was pressed against his back. .

"Say!"

(End of this chapter)