All Heavens and Worlds Modified History System

Chapter 248 Endure!!!
Looking at the short wooden stick in his hand, Han Shizhong breathed a sigh of relief.

There were loud cries and noises from the side. The unlucky people who drew the long wooden sticks immediately burst into tears like crazy.

This is the open space outside the prisoner-of-war camp, one of many such camps.

Chen Ran ordered that the Western Army, which had been plundering along the way, be subject to the eleven-drawn killing rule, and all prisoners of war below the rank of captain must participate.

"I don't accept it!" The unlucky guy who drew the long lottery broke down and shouted, "Why don't they have to draw?"

The Bianliang Army in charge of the prisoner-of-war camp pointed coldly to the distant river bank and said, "All those above the rank of captain and below the rank of commander should be dragged to the river bank and their heads chopped off. They don't need to be whipped because they all have to die."

"As for those above the rank of commander, they will all be taken to Bianliang City for trial before being executed. They will all be put to death."

"You only got one out of ten. It's just bad luck that you got picked. What's there to complain about? If you really have something to complain about, go find your ancestors and ask them why they didn't mobilize their connections to help you."

Han Shizhong's expression was very interesting.

His official rank was a lieutenant general, below the commander-in-chief and above the captain. According to the story, he should have been dragged to the river bank and beheaded.

In the morning, all the prisoners above the head in the camp were taken away, leaving only him.

He couldn't understand why he was left out.

Could it be that his ancestors in the underground mobilized all their connections to find a way out for themselves?
Chen Ran kept him because he was a hero who fought against the Jin people. Even though he had not fought against the Jin people yet, he had fought against the Dangxiang people before.

The Dangxiang people fought the Song Dynasty for a hundred years, killing and wounding more than hundreds of thousands of Song soldiers, and even more civilians in the border areas.

Han Shizhong was given a chance and was not directly dragged to the river bank to be beheaded.

However, he was also included in the following eleven-draw killing rule.

If there is a one in ten chance of winning, then this is his fate!

"We've been yelled at." The supervising Bianliang Army called out to the ten-man team that was randomly formed after the organization was disrupted, "Let's get started."

The executioners were not the guards, but the other nine members of the temporary team of ten.

Even though they hardly knew each other due to the disruption of the organization, they were all colleagues in the Western Army after all, and it would be difficult for anyone to take action at once.

The guards did not urge him, but simply lit a stick of incense in the incense burner. "If the execution is not carried out before the incense burns out, the whole team will be guilty."

There were a total of 100 prisoners of war in this batch, divided into ten unarmed teams.

The number of fully armed guards guarding them around them was greater than their number, not to mention that there were even more soldiers nearby.

The person who drew the long lot began to beg, using all kinds of words to plead for mercy.

To make friends and talk about the past, there is an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child.

But this is not a matter of any other kind. If one person survives, the whole team will be killed.

As the incense was burning shorter and shorter, over a hundred steps away at the gate of another camp where prisoners were held, someone couldn't help but take action, and screams were heard suddenly.

It was as if a signal had been sounded; someone here also rushed forward, and then almost everyone started to take action.

Screaming, wailing, cursing, begging for mercy, groaning, it didn't take long before everything was over.

The slow-moving ox carts were driven over, the corpses were thrown onto the carts and dragged away, and the living people were all taken away to the punitive camp.

They will serve as military slaves here, and on weekdays they will be responsible for repairing bridges and roads, setting up camps, cleaning dry toilets, carrying heavy bags and other tasks. Once on the battlefield, they will be natural cannon fodder.

It's not that there is no way out. Chen Ran's announcement is very clear. When they are cannon fodder, as long as they can obtain five heads, they can wash away their crimes, get rid of their status as cannon fodder and return to being normal people.

It also gave them hope to survive.

The army returned to Bianliang City in a mighty manner.

The soldiers from each camp took turns to go home for vacation, but Chen Ran was eager to start the trial of Tong Guan and others.

Those who were in charge of the trial could not be from the Dali Temple, the Ministry of Justice, or the Kaifeng Prefecture. Those people had either been executed or had been made slaves and distributed to the soldiers who had been granted titles as slaves.

It is the people who judge these people.

Outside the gate of Kaifeng Prefecture, the people who received the news gathered together, creating a huge crowd.

After noon, Tong Guan, who was tied up, was dragged onto a makeshift platform.

Chen Ran, who had changed into a smart outfit, came up to Tong Guan, grabbed his hair, pulled his head up to reveal his face so that the people could see it clearly.

"This man's name is Tong Guan! He is in charge of the Privy Council, is in charge of the Nine Towns, is granted the title of Grand Tutor, is given the title of Duke of Jing, and is in charge of the three ministries!"

". Withholding military pay, looting civilian property, killing innocent people for credit, and slaughtering civilians"

After announcing a long list of charges, Chen Ran waved his hand and witnesses from all over the country came to the stage and tearfully recounted their tragic experiences to the people.

Either the whole family is robbed or the whole family is killed. More often than not, they are robbed first and then killed, and so on.

There were noises, curses and shouting all around, and the emotions of the onlookers were already aroused.

When the witnesses spoke, Chen Ran asked loudly, "What do you think should be done with this evil thief?!"

The people who had been arranged in the crowd early on immediately took the lead in shouting "Skin him, skin him~~~"

Someone took the lead, and the people, in a turbulent mood, shouted, "Skin him!!!"

Chen Ran nodded and said, "In that case, let's skin him alive!"

Immediately, a soldier came forward, dragged Tong Guan to the execution platform next door, and tied him to a wooden stake.

Next, Liu Guangshi, Liu Yanqing, Yang Keshi, Xin Xingzong, Tan Zhen and other generals of the Western Army came on stage one after another. After the people shouted "skin him alive", they were sent to the execution platform and tied to the stake. The executioners of Kaifeng Prefecture all had inherited skills from their ancestors. When they got on the execution platform, they took out thin knives, various saws and even hooks and other tools, and walked around the execution platform with them in their hands to show them to the people.

This scene has been played out many times in recent months.

The generals in Bianliang City, the ministers in the court, the royal relatives and even the once-powerful bigwigs, and even the extravagant figures among the city foxes and rats, all had such a journey on the execution platform.

The most useless one was Cai Jing, who was actually scared to death when he was on the execution platform.

The one who persisted the longest was the eunuch Yang Jian, who held out for more than two days.

When the time came, the executioners shouted in unison, "Master Qin, please start the operation~~~"

Qin Hui, with a face as black as iron, walked up to the execution platform step by step.

His ears were filled with the cheers of countless people, but Qin Hui was not moved at all.

He has done this kind of thing too many times and has become numb to it.

Taking the knife handed over by the executioners, Qin Hui walked up to Tong Guan.

After drinking the ginseng soup, Tong Guan felt in good spirits.

He looked at Qin Hui in doubt and astonishment. "Mr. Qin? Is it really you? Why would you do such a thing? Aren't you afraid of losing your status?"

Qin Hui ignored him completely and had no intention of responding at all.

He had done it so many times before, and he wanted to defend himself, to explain that he had his own reasons, and to redeem himself.
But just like a girl who has entered a brothel, after doing so many things, it no longer matters.

Ever since he chose to save his life, his reputation has been thrown into the toilet.

Qin Hui skillfully held the knife and slashed it, starting the execution.

Along with Tong Guan's screams of pain, the people around him suddenly burst into thunderous cheers.

"Well done Qin Tu!!!"

Qin Hui, still expressionless, took the first strike one after another.

After everyone had gone through the process, he returned the knife in his hand to the executioner, then stood in the corner of the platform, watching the execution process numbly.

The job that Chen Ran assigned to him was to be a supervisor.

He was not the kind of warden who sat on a chair and threw signs, but the kind of warden who stood on the execution platform and counted the number of blows. If he made a mistake in counting, he would be stabbed himself!
Because there were so many people involved, this execution lasted for several days before it came to an end.

In order to protect his delicate skin from being cut, Qin Hui had been trying his best to stay strong and record every cut, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

When he was executing those big guys from Bianliang City before, he remembered the numbers wrong due to lack of experience, and now his body is covered with knife marks all over.

Qin Hui, with red eyes, returned to his home and fell into a deep sleep on the bed without caring about anything.

Not sleeping for several days and still having to concentrate on work is something even a strong man can't handle.

When I woke up, I saw the sky outside the window was full of red clouds.

He remembered that he came back at night, which means he slept for a day and a night.

Qin Hui didn't care at all that his wife didn't wake him up, because he knew that his wife was busy with work and had not returned yet.

There were no servants in the house, so Qin Hui went to the kitchen to wash rice and vegetables and cook for himself.

By the time the food was ready and served, it was already completely dark.

The door was pushed open, and Wang came back with a dark face. She sat down at the table without saying a word, picked up the bowl and chopsticks and started eating.

The couple ate their own food without any communication.

After the meal, Wang stood up, took out dozens of copper coins from her pocket and threw them on the table. "This is for the medicine."

Qin Hui lowered his head to eat without saying a word and continued eating slowly.

Wang burst into a rage and yelled, "You're a piece of trash! You're just a piece of trash! I get beaten up in the brothel every day, all because of you, a piece of trash! Why don't you just die? Why?!"

The bowls, chopsticks and dishes were all overturned and smashed to the ground. The furious Wang even overturned the table.

Qin Hui, holding chopsticks in one hand and bowl in the other, just sat on the stool and continued to eat.

"I was so blind! How could I have fallen for you back then!"

Wang cried and wailed loudly.

Unfortunately it was useless. Qin Hui was like an iron statue and didn't say a word to her.

Only after he had eaten the last grain of rice in the bowl did he slowly say, "It's time."

This was a reminder to Wang that it was time to get on the road. If she arrived at the brothel late, she would be beaten again.

After Wang left cursing, Qin Hui, who had supervised the flaying of Wang's godfather two days ago, quietly packed up everything and washed his own dishes.

After finishing all this, he lit a candle and went to his study.

Put down the candle and start grinding the ink, then spread the paper and pick up the pen.

With the faint light of the candle, he wrote a big word on the paper.

'Tolerate'!!!
(End of this chapter)