"One thousand and thirty-six? Why are there so many?" He raised his head and looked at the interrogation somewhat unconvinced.
"You can't control this, do you want to listen? Then you can make a choice."
"Well, you say, I don't believe it, the Han people can come up with so many tricks."
"Then listen well, let me talk about the first one, called'skinning'."
"..."
The investigator chuckled: "When you hear the name, maybe you know one thing, it is waste utilization. When the prisoner is not dead, peel off the whole skin."
"You Han, it's too cruel." There was a trace of fear in his eyes, which was fleeting.
"Don't worry, I haven't talked about the process yet." The interrogator has a smile on his face, just listening to a story of wind and snow. "During the execution, in order to prevent the prisoner from struggling, break this precious human skin. The executioner usually knocks off the prisoner’s ten fingernails one by one, and the ten fingers are connected to the heart..."
"What do you want human skin for?" His face was already pale, maybe it was due to excessive blood loss, maybe it was the fear in his heart, and the interrogation couldn't judge it.
"You don't care about this," the corner of the interrogator's eyes did not leave his pale face for a moment. "When the first fingernail of the prisoner is knocked off, the prisoner usually feels dizzy, and the executioner just hits the knife, usually from Cut a cut in the heel, then peel off the skin on the leg little by little..."
"You are really a bunch of demons!" His body was trembling with emotion.
"A clever executioner will not leave a drop of blood when peeling the skin, so that it will not stain the skin, but the pain is inevitable. If the prisoner wakes up from pain, the executioner will knock off his second fingernail and let him He feels dizzy."
"You..." He was already speechless because of his outrage or other reasons.
"This is repeated several times. By the time the ten fingernails are knocked out, they have almost peeled off their face. At this time, even if the prisoner twists his body, it will not damage the entire skin. There is no need to let him pass out. At this time, it is the real live stripping."
"..."
"When the entire skin is peeled off, the prisoner's mouth will still move, his eyes will blink, and his nose will breathe. That is to say, he is still alive, but he has only one piece of skin missing."
"Devil, devil... You kill me."
"I'm going to kill you. We are choosing the way to kill. It seems that you don't like skinning, so let me talk about the second one."
The wounded Tibetan officer straightened up slightly, as if waiting for the **** order.
During the interrogation, he immediately gave up all his illusions, "The second kind is called'lighting the sky lantern', which is to burn alive."
"I would rather light a sky lantern than be skinned."
"Don't worry, listen to me first." The interrogator felt that the Tibetan army officer was so cute. He liked lighting sky lanterns so quickly. "When lighting sky lanterns, first set up two pillars on the open ground to fix the prisoner. Tie his elbows to the pillar, and then pour kerosene on his hands, which is roughly equivalent to your mutton oil, light the kerosene..."
"Ah..." he yelled, as if he was lighting a sky lantern by the Ming army.
"The prisoner watched as his hands were burnt to ashes a little bit... Oh, I forgot to tell you that the prisoner has always been awake. I don't know if it really hurts when his hands are burned..."
"You..." He trembled his lips, seeming to regret his choice.
"The prisoner is still alive after the hands are burned, and the death penalty is not over. Then he burns his feet, then his arms, and then his legs. If the prisoner is not dead, he will start burning his lower abdomen. The head is the last link..."
"Stop talking..." He hugged his head with an annoyed look, probably regretting the choice just now.
"It seems that you still don't like lighting sky lanterns. Let me talk about the third type." Regardless of his reaction, the interrogation said, "The third type is called'sweeping intestines'. It seems that there is no such word in Tibetan.
The Tibetan army officer raised his head again and looked at the smiling face of the interrogator. This time, he did not easily choose a new way of killing. Before he knew the details, he decided to shut his mouth first.
"Taking out the intestines is to strip off the prisoner's clothes. Four big men will hold the prisoner's hands and feet, and the executioner will cut out the prisoner's intestines from the ****."
"Wow..." The Tibetan army officer spouted dirt from his mouth, mixed with blood on the ground, causing the Ming army soldiers next to him to start vomiting.
The interrogation did not change his face, "Oh, according to the prisoner who has been tortured, there is no pain when the intestines are emptied, until the intestines are roasted on a fire, punctured with acupuncture, and ironed. There will be some discomfort."
The Tibetan officer suddenly knelt in front of the interrogation and knocked his head to the ground, "Stop talking, I will tell you everything, just beg you to give me a good time."
"Say it earlier, so I don’t have to spend a lot of talking." The investigation was overjoyed. After a little processing of the punishments used by Taizu to punish corrupt officials, he convinced the Tibetan army officer. “How many Tibetan soldiers are there in the city? ?"
"There are only three thousand serf soldiers who have just been armed."
"How many Tibetans are there in that city?"
"Including young and old, more than 30,000 people."
"Is the city wall thick?"
"Gongbu is not a big city, the thickness of the city wall is no more than ten feet and two feet."
"Where are there Tibetan soldiers nearby?"
"From here to the west, there will be Tibetan and Pakistani troops until Jiangda, two hundred miles away."
…
The investigation was still not at ease. He was worried that the Tibetan army officer deceived himself, so he dragged another Tibetan soldier out of the wounded soldier.
The same thrilling story happened to which Tibetan soldier.
"Ah..." Before the story about lighting the sky lantern was finished, the Tibetan soldier yelled and fainted to the ground.
The investigation did not expect the Tibetan soldiers to be so soft. He gestured to the Ming soldiers beside him and asked them to pour cold water to wake up the Tibetan soldiers.
The soldier was too lazy to climb the mountains and fetch water. He untied his army pants, soaked in the soldier's urine, and poured the Tibetan soldier's face on his face.
It may be that the temperature of the soldier's urine was too high. They waited for a long time before the Tibetan soldier woke up slowly.
The same question, the same answer.
The investigation was relieved. This Tibetan soldier was too cute. He stretched out his right hand to touch the Tibetan soldier’s immature face, but found that the soldier’s urine was ticking along the tip of the Tibetan soldier’s hair. Scared and quickly retracted his hands.
As soon as he turned around, he heard a scream from behind and stopped abruptly.
Liu Zhenyu heard that there were only some Tibetan soldiers in the city who had temporarily issued farm tools as weapons, and immediately had an idea. It just so happened that the soldiers had finished cleaning the battlefield and gathered around him.
"Brothers, there are only three thousand garbage soldiers in the city. Do you want to make contributions? Do you want to take down Gongpucheng before the army arrives?"
"miss you!"
Whether it is a brigade commander or an ordinary soldier, they have never thought that with such a small price, they can annihilate three thousand Tibetan troops. The advantage of flintlock guns over bows and arrows is really too great, and the fighting time is too short. , They haven't recollected it yet, the battle has ended in an unexpected way, and they still have no idea.
If they had taken down the city of Gongpu, they would be able to live a comfortable life in the city at night, so as not to worry about the Tibetan army stealing the camp.
"You deserve to be a soldier of Daming, okay, let's run to the work cloth now, the 901th brigade goes out of the east gate, and the 1902 brigade is stationed at the north gate. After you reach the designated position, immediately shoot the city with flintlocks. The defenders of the head, give them a good start first."
"Yes, Master."
The two brigade commanders took the lead.
"Military seat, what about us? Are you going to attack the west and south gates?"
"You are cavalry. You don’t need to attack the city. Just stick to the two city gates. Outside these two city gates, they are adjacent to the Niyang River, a tributary of the Yarlung Zangbo River. We don’t know if there is a chain bridge on the river. You take advantage of the speed of the cavalry. Cut off possible escape routes for Tibetans, as long as someone leaves the city, whether it is soldiers or civilians, it doesn't matter whether they are killed."
"Yes, Master."
The ten-mile journey came in an instant, and the cavalry was even faster. The 193rd Brigade first arrived at the designated West Gate and South Gate, and the infantry also arrived at the designated position.
The defenders in the city began to see a large number of troops coming to the city. They thought it was Suolang Tsering who returned victorious. When they saw the gray cloth and the sun and moon flag of the Ming army, they were dumbfounded, and there was an unknown in their hearts. Hunch.
But the Ming army had already surrounded Gongpucheng, and it was impossible for them to go out and see or escape.
"boom."
"boom."
"boom."
…
The two city gates in the east and the north have been hit by flintlocks, and some Tibetan soldiers who did not open their eyes have fallen under the flintlocks.
At the beginning, they were frightened by the sound of the flintlocks. When they woke up, they swept down the city, and there was no Tibetan soldier on the city.
Liu Zhenyu walked around the city wall for half a circle. The thick city wall gave him a headache. Without artillery and ladders, he really couldn't think of a way to attack the city.
"Master, don't we have grenade?"
"The wall is so thick, what's the use of the grenade? You can throw the grenade into the city, and the grenade can blow up the wall like a cannon?"
"Master, the grenade can't blow up the city wall, but it should be able to blow up the city gate."
"Blast the city gate?" Liu Zhenyu's mind hit a sharp spirit, "You mean, gather the grenades and blow up the city gate?"
"Master, Yuan Chonghuan's Liaodong Army and His Majesty's Northern Expeditionary Army, seems to have this method of attacking the city, Gongpucheng also has no moat, just to try it."
"Okay, let's try it too, let these Tibetans see how powerful the grenade is," Liu Zhenyu suddenly became clear. "Order the 1901 Brigade and the 1902 Brigade to strengthen their shooting. If you see one at the top of the city Tibetans, I will condemn them."
When Liu Zhenyu arrived at the east city gate, the gunmen were still shooting aimlessly at the city head. He turned his head to see that there was no one on the city head. It is estimated that the Tibetans were hiding behind the city wall.
"Keep shooting and never let the Tibetans show their heads."
"Master, as long as Tibetan soldiers dare to show their heads, they will never have a head."
"Find three soldiers with fast speed and strong arms. I want to talk to them."
"Yes, Master."
The three soldiers quickly came to Liu Zhenyu, "The seat of the division..."
"Each of you carry forty grenades, take advantage of the opportunity of the Tibetan army to evade the flintlocks, send them into the city gate cave, stack them on the city gate, pull the fuse, and quickly evacuate to the outside of the city gate cave."
"The division is going to blow up the city gate?"