"Jianxing Wang Shen's guards were defeated in the Chashi River in the northeast, and the front line of Dunzhou fell immediately. Thirty thousand soldiers were buried alive in the Chashi Tiankeng. You are also among them, why are you the only one alive?"
Shen Zechuan's eyes were distracted and he didn't answer.
The interrogator thumped the table with force, leaned over, looked sullen, and said, "Because Shen Wei has already had an affair with the Twelve Biansha Divisions, and intends to hand over the six states of Central China and Bozhou to foreign enemies, you want to cooperate with the inside and outside to attack the capital. So the Biansha cavalry didn't kill you, did they?"
Shen Zechuan's dry, peeling lips moved. He listened to the interrogator's words with difficulty, rolled his throat slowly, and replied sluggishly, "No... No."
The interrogator said sharply: "Shen Wei is afraid of crime, and all the documents of fornication have been handed over to the emperor by Jin Yiwei. Shuzi dares to speak hard, he is really stubborn!"
Shen Zechuan's head was dizzy, and he hadn't closed his eyes for a long time. He seemed to be suspended by a string at a height of 10,000 feet. As long as he was slightly negligent and let go of his hand, he would fall to pieces.
The interrogator spread out the confession, glanced at it, and said, "You said last night that you were able to get out of the Chashi Tiankeng alive because your brother saved you. Isn't that right?"
The scene of that day appeared in front of Shen Zechuan in a trance. The pit was so deep that countless sergeants were crowded together, but they couldn't climb up. Biansha cavalry surrounded the Tiankeng, the cold wind in the middle of the night was mixed with the sound of flying arrows.
Shen Zechuan was short of breath, and he began to tremble in his chair. He clutched at his hair uncontrollably, choking uncontrollably.
"You are lying."
The interrogator held up the confession and brushed against Shen Zechuan.
"Your brother is Shen Zhouji, the eldest son of King Jianxing. He left 30,000 soldiers in front of the Chashi Tiankeng and fled privately with his personal soldiers, but was dragged to death by the Biansha cavalry on the banks of the Chashi River. Official Dao. When Biansha Twelve Corps killed the sergeant, he was already dead and couldn't save you at all."
Shen Zechuan's mind was confused, the interrogator's voice seemed to be far away, and there were only endless cries in his ears.
Where is the way out? Where are the reinforcements? The dead crowded the dead, and the foul-smelling rotten flesh was pressed against their hands. Brother Mu was covering his head, and he was lying on the bloody corpse. He heard Brother Mu gasping for breath, but the cry in his throat was because he was too desperate.
"Brother has three heads and six arms." Ji Mu struggled to squeeze out a smile, but tears were already streaming down his face, and he continued with a whimper, "Brother is an impregnable wall! If you hold on, you'll be fine. If you hold on, the reinforcements will arrive. Brother will come back with you then. I'm picking up my parents, and I'm going to find your sister-in-law..."
The interrogator banged the table and shouted, "Tell me the truth!"
Shen Zechuan struggled, as if he was about to break free from the invisible shackles, but was pinned on the table by the swarming Jin Yiwei.
"You went to our jail. I forgive you for your young age, so I didn't use a severe sentence. But if you don't know what's good or bad, don't blame us for being ruthless. Come on, punish him!"
Shen Zechuan's arms were tied with ropes, and then he was dragged toward the hall. The bench clunked down, and his feet were tied to the bench. The man next to him with a stubborn back raised his prison stick, weighed it for a moment, and then beat him down.
"I'll ask you one more time." The interrogator took a few sips of tea and said, "Is Shen Wei collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country?"
Shen Zechuan was bitten to death and did not let go, shouting continuously during the cane torture, "No, no!"
The interrogator put the tea cup aside and said, "If you use your stubborn energy on the battlefield, it will not be your turn to come in today and continue fighting for me!"
Shen Zechuan couldn't hold it anymore, and said hoarsely, "Shen Wei didn't cooperate with the enemy..."
"When Chashihe was defeated in the first battle, all Shen Wei recklessly met the enemy. After the defeat of Chashihe, there was still a chance for the front line of Dunzhou to recover, but he retreated for no reason due to the disparity in strength. The three cities of Duanzhou fell, and the city was Tens of thousands of people were killed by the edge of the sand machete." The interrogator sighed and said with hatred, "The six states of China and Bo, blood flowed into rivers. Shen Wei led his troops to retreat south, and the battle of Dengzhou was the most strange. The Qidong Chijun garrison has already crossed the Tianfei Que to support, but he abandoned the strategy of attacking and deployed thousands of cavalry to escort his family to Dancheng, causing the entire Dengzhou defense line to collapse-isn't this intentional? It's not that the Libei Iron Cavalry Wolf ran across the glacier for three nights, and the Biansha Cavalry should have arrived at the gate of Qidu!"
Shen Zechuan was unconscious and dripping with cold sweat.
"I'd rather be a dog than be Zhong Bolang. This time, Shen Wei is Da Zhou's sinner. Don't you admit it? You can only admit it!"
Shen Zechuan was half-numb from the pain, he crouched on the bench and watched the confession in front of his eyes. The ink on the top is clear, and every word is a humiliating flogging, smeared on his face, and told to all the people in the world.
Shen Wei is a traitor, not even a dog.
He made the corpses of the six states of Zhongbo stagnate, and the bodies buried in the Chashi Tiankeng have not been collected until now, because the Dunzhou cities have been slaughtered.
Shen Wei is a fool, but a living person must bear the blood-stained account. Shen Wei had a group of wives and concubines, and many sons. All died when the Biansha cavalry captured Dunzhou. Only Shen Zechuan survived because of his humble background and was raised outside.
Shen Zechuan was dragged back, and blood trailed along his heels. He faced the wall and looked at the narrow window. The cold wind howled, the snow beat fast, and the dark night had no end.
His head was chaotic, and in the sound of the wind, he returned to the pit.
Ji Mu could no longer breathe, his breathing became very difficult, blood dripped down the back of Shen Zechuan's neck along the armor, and soon became cold. The cries around him had disappeared, leaving only the unbearable pain and the roar of the howling wind.
Shen Zechuan faced the unrecognizable dead man face to face, his legs were pressed under the heavy body, the shield was on his waist and abdomen, and there was a strong smell of blood in his breathing. He gritted his teeth and wept, but he couldn't cry. He stared dejectedly at the trampled face, but he couldn't recognize whether it was a soldier he had seen before.
"Brother." Shen Zechuan sobbed in a low voice, "I-I'm so afraid..."
Ji Mu slid between his throat and patted Shen Zechuan's head lightly with his palm, and said, "It's okay... It's okay."
Shen Zechuan heard the dying soldiers singing. The singing was torn by the strong wind and floated in tatters in this cold night.
"Zhancheng South...Dead Guobei...Wild dead will not be buried...Wu can eat.[1]"
"Brother." Shen Zechuan whispered under him, "I'll carry you away... brother."
Ji Mu's body was like a twisted shield. He smiled and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother can walk."
"Have you been shot?"
"No." Ji Mu's tears had dried up, he said lightly, "...Biansha Baldy's arrow is not accurate."
Shen Zechuan's fingers were also soaked in flesh and blood, he wiped his face reluctantly, and said, "The lady made dumplings. When you and my house go, we will eat a lot of bowls."
Ji Mu sighed and said, "...Brother eat slowly, you...don't grab it."
Shen Zechuan nodded vigorously from below.
Snow gradually covered Ji Mu's body. He seemed very sleepy, and his voice was so small that he didn't even have the strength to move a finger. He sang very slowly, and when he said "The owl cavalry died in battle", Ji Mu closed his eyes.
Shen Zechuan said, "My... my money is also given to my brother, to marry my sister-in-law... "
"elder brother."
"elder brother."
Ji Mu was silent, as if he was tired of listening to his words and couldn't help falling asleep.
Shen Zechuan trembled, he forgot when the Biansha cavalry left, and how he climbed out. When he raised his body with his arms up, there was a dead silence in the snow. Overlapping corpses lay under the knees like discarded sacks.
Shen Zechuan turned back, but choked up.
Ji Mu's back was dense with arrow shafts, and a person turned into a curled hedgehog. With so much blood dripping on Shen Zechuan's back, he was unaware.
The sound of hoofs chasing after him, like a dull thunder. Shen Zechuan suddenly shuddered and woke up.
He tried to retching, but found his wrists bound tightly and a sack filled with dirt covering him.
The sack was getting heavier and heavier, pressing against his chest, and he couldn't even make a sound. This is the usual "earth bag crushing" in prisons, specially entertaining inmates who don't want to stay alive, without leaving any wounds. If he hadn't woken up just now, Shen Zechuan would have been completely cold when it was dawn.
Someone is going to kill him!
The author has something to say: [1] From "Eighteen Songs of Naoge, South of the City"