I am the emperor in Nanyang, I am the ultimate winner

Colonel Joris Vanderhook walked to the door in fear. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Yan country troops armed with live ammunition everywhere outside.

They were wearing the same uniform, holding weapons, with serious faces and cold eyes.

Watching this scene, Colonel Joris Vanderhook's legs went weak, a chill ran up his spine, and he almost wet his pants.

He had never seen such a large and powerful army.

The Yan State troops at this time seemed to have no mercy. When they saw the Windmill State people, they shot them mercilessly, leaving them nowhere to escape.

Colonel Joris van der Hook felt desperate because he knew that under the current circumstances, the resistance of the Windmill Kingdom would be meaningless.

Surrounded by three infantry divisions, the Windmill Kingdom could not compare with the Yan Kingdom in terms of either numbers or equipment.

This absolute advantage made the resistance of the Windmill Kingdom seem insignificant.

As time passed, the fighting in the concession became more and more intense, and the two sides launched a life-and-death battle.

However, as time went on, the resistance of the Windmill Kingdom gradually became weak, while the troops of the Yan Kingdom showed strong combat effectiveness and organizational capabilities.

After a fierce battle, the entire concession was flooded with blood, the streets were littered with corpses, and the blood dyed the streets red.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder, which was nauseating.

Colonel Joris Vanderhook was terrified. He realized that he had to escape from here as soon as possible, but he didn't know how to escape.

He carefully observed his surroundings, looking for a possible escape route.

Finally, he decided to quietly hide in his room, hoping to avoid the Yan Kingdom's search team.

He closed the door gently, then hid quietly under the bed, listening nervously to the noise outside the door.

Soon after, a team of Yan country soldiers rushed into the western-style building and began to conduct a thorough search of every room.

They carefully opened every door and checked every corner, not missing anything suspicious.

During this process, the soldiers discovered some Windmill Country soldiers hiding in the foreign-style building.

These soldiers tried to hide in corners or under beds, but were quickly discovered by Yan soldiers and shot dead on the spot.

Just then, several soldiers noticed Colonel Joris Vanderhook's room and walked towards it.

Colonel Joris Vanderhook's heart beat faster and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He knew he could no longer hide, so he mustered up the courage to walk out of the room and raised his hands in surrender.

Just as the soldiers were about to open fire, a platoon leader arrived in time to stop them.

The platoon leader looked at Colonel Joris Vanderhook with a disdainful smile on his face.

"Put down your weapons!" the platoon leader ordered.

Colonel Joris Vanderhook trembled and threw the pistol at his waist to the ground to show his willingness to obey.

"Come with us!" The platoon leader signaled his men to take Colonel Joris Vanderhook away.

Colonel Joris Vanderhook sighed helplessly and could only follow them obediently.

After a long half day, there was not a single Windmill countryman left alive in the entire concession; they were basically dead.

Of course, this does not rule out the possibility that some windmill people have managed to hide in a corner and survived with difficulty.

Colonel Joris Vanderhook felt a chill in his heart as he looked at the bodies of Windmill people scattered all over the streets.

He was puzzled as to why these people didn't just kill him directly?

Are they trying to use me to negotiate with Her Majesty the Queen?

Thinking of this, a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart. At least he could still save his life.

At this moment, the platoon leader suddenly said, "Colonel, I feel so sorry for you!"

"If you had just chosen to commit suicide, that would have been fine."

After hearing this, Colonel Joris Vanderhook turned pale and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

His eyes widened, and he responded nervously: "You...you didn't come here to catch me and negotiate with Her Majesty the Queen?"

The platoon leader smiled sinisterly, as if mocking his naivety: "Colonel, I think you are so funny."

"Under the current circumstances, do you think there is still a possibility of negotiation?"

"The reason why I didn't kill you directly is to give you a better experience!"

"Let you experience firsthand the serious consequences of disrupting the coronation ceremony of our Majesty."

After saying that, the platoon leader burst into laughter, and the laughter echoed in the empty streets, making people feel creepy.

Although Colonel Joris Vanderhook was tied up at this time, he immediately knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: "Sir, just let me go."

"I'll give you countless money, please let me go!"

"As long as you let me go, I will give you all my money!"

At this time, the platoon leader burst into laughter and said sarcastically: "Who do you think I am?"

"Will I let you go just because of your little money?"

"Let me tell you, we have arrived, and this will be the last place you will arrive in your life."

As they were talking, they saw several old men selected from the public standing here, sharpening the knives in their hands with great concentration.

The platoon leader looked at this scene with a cruel smile on his face, and turned to Colonel Joris Vanderhook.

Then he looked at the old men and said, "This colonel is in your hands. You must make sure he enjoys himself."

Hearing this, one of the old men stopped sharpening his knife and said with a smile: "Don't worry, sir, although we haven't fought for many years."

"But the skills are still there. No one can match us in the punishment of a thousand cuts."

The platoon leader nodded with satisfaction and encouraged: "That's good, then it depends on your performance. If you perform well, you will all be rewarded."

However, the elders shook their heads, indicating that they did not need rewards, and said, "No, sir, we all came here for free."

"It is our honor to be able to kill a colonel from the Windmill Country."

At this time, Colonel Joris Vanderhook stared at the people in front of him with wide eyes and horror, and asked in a trembling voice: "What is a thousand cuts?"

"Can you give me a quickie?"

The platoon leader looked at him coldly, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and replied in a cold tone: "Happy? Don't be so wishful!"

"We're going to let you die a slow, torturous death."

Then, several soldiers quickly stepped forward and tied the colonel tightly to a fixed platform to ensure that he could not escape.

At the same time, there were several doctors from the public standing by.”

Their mission was to prevent the colonel from dying prematurely to ensure that the punishment could be carried out smoothly.

At this time, a white-haired old man slowly walked forward. He had a gloomy face and a sharp knife in his hand.

The old man first tore off all the colonel's clothes with force, and then waved the knife in front of the colonel mercilessly. The knife flashed with a cold light, which made people shudder.

Then, without hesitation, the old man cut Colonel Joris Vanderhook's body.

Each cut cut deeply into his skin and muscle, and blood splattered everywhere.

The colonel howled in pain like a pig being slaughtered.

At this time, several other old men also joined in.

The colonel was almost losing his mind due to the severe pain. His face was as pale as paper and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Finally, he couldn't bear this inhuman torture anymore and fainted on the spot.

However, the doctors on the side were not idle. They quickly took measures to provide first aid to the fainted colonel.

After some effort, the colonel finally woke up, but when he opened his eyes, he found that he was still in the hellish scene and those people were still torturing him.

Colonel Joris Vanderhook was completely desperate. He shouted at the top of his lungs: "Ahhhhhhh... please give me a quick death!"