Late Ming Dynasty: Oops, I am surrounded by the Donglin Party

What is this? What is this stew? Isn't it pork?

Question marks appeared in the minds of Zhang Shikang's subordinates.

They took one look at the half-eaten pig on the table and thought the Marshal was going to cook the pig!

Zhang Shikang waved his hand and asked the people around him to stand up.

Not long after, Liu Liangzuo was brought over, tied up, with an unwilling and defiant look on his face.

"I hope you can maintain this rebelliousness for a while." Zhang Shikang said with a smile.

"Hmph, success or failure is just a matter of death!" Liu Liangzuo stiffened his neck, his face showing an indifference to death.

He was indeed afraid of death yesterday, but that was because he felt there was a possibility of escape.

But now he is a fish on the chopping board, and all struggles are meaningless.

Of course he understood why Zhang Shikang gathered so many people. Didn't he just want to kill him in front of the people?

only……

He figured out the ending, but he didn't expect the way Zhang Shikang would kill him.

"Strip this guy naked." Zhang Shikang ordered.

Several soldiers rushed forward, untied the ropes, pinned Liu Liangzuo to the ground, and began to strip him of his clothes.

Liu Liangzuo struggled and yelled in panic:

"You bastard, if you want to kill me, just do it. Why do you want to humiliate me?"

"No, no, no, I don't mean to humiliate you. You can't stew meat with clothes on, right?"

Zhang Shikang smiled and pointed at the pot.

Liu Liangzuo felt dizzy and a chill rushed from the top of his head to his tailbone.

Then, his prostate went out of control and he felt a warmth in his lower body.

With just one sentence, Zhang Shikang destroyed the psychological preparation he had put in for death all night.

Many times, many people are like this. They think they can face death calmly and feel that death is not scary. But when death really comes, they will find that all the psychological preparation is useless.

The body's instinct is to refuse death.

"You...you can't do this! Dog...Zhang Shikang, Grand Marshal, please spare me..."

After Liu Liangzuo's psychological defenses collapsed, he struggled and begged for mercy, his face full of tears and he cried like a tearful man.

"It's no use begging me. You can try asking them for mercy. If they all agree, I will spare your life."

Zhang Shikang pointed at the people around him and the soldiers of the Beijing camp.

"Great Marshal, you can't do this! I can't forgive him. He is the one who harmed my daughter..." A man in his forties knelt on the ground and begged.

"My father was forced to the top of the city wall by him. Marshal, I will watch him die..."

……

As soon as Zhang Shikang finished speaking, dozens of people knelt down one after another, crying out about the suffering they had endured and pointing the finger at Liu Liangzuo.

At this time, Liu Liangzuo had been stripped of his clothes. He covered his lower body with his hands and was forced to kneel on the ground by the soldiers.

"Well, look, they all want you dead.

Then you will die in front of them." Zhang Shikang said and ordered his men to take action.

After receiving the order, those subordinates were about to lift Liu Liangzuo and throw him into the pot. Liu Liangzuo was so scared that his heart and liver were about to burst.

"Cut me, cut me!"

bang-

With a wave of ripples, Liu Liangzuo was finally thrown into the boiling iron pot.

Suddenly, a wailing sound came from the iron pot, and the wailing sound echoed all around. A huge splash of water was stirred up in the iron pot, causing the soldiers who were carrying the people to quickly dodge away.

But both the splash and the wailing lasted only a moment, and the boiling water buried everything.

Zhang Shikang saw that there was still half a mouthful of pork on the table, and there were even common spices such as cinnamon and salt. He immediately ordered people to throw the pork, salt and spices in all at once.

Soon, the aroma of meat wafted through the air outside the prefectural government office.

Zhang Shikang sniffed.

This Liu Liangzuo smells so damn good!

At this moment, he suddenly saw a familiar figure next to his subordinates. It was the current Prince Fu, Zhu Changxun.

Zhu Changxun was also sniffing involuntarily. He hadn't eaten meat for a long time.

It has been almost half a year since Zhang Shikang brought him into the army.

His only role in the past six months was to follow Zhang Shikang's orders and go to the local area to call on the royal family to hand over grain and land honestly. If they didn't hand it over, they would suffer the same fate as him...

Originally he had a companion, namely Prince Lu, but since Zhang Shikang discovered that he was more useful than Prince Lu, he released Prince Lu.

In the past six months, Zhang Shikang only fed him military food. At first, he was very uncomfortable with it and felt that it was the kind of food only pigs and dogs eat.

But until now, he eats in the military camp every day and eats better than anyone else.

After more than half a year of displacement, being forced to follow the soldiers of the Beijing camp in battles and eating coarse grains, his weight dropped from 300 kilograms to more than 100 kilograms.

Not only did he lose a lot of weight, but because he had to move around constantly and walk a lot, his physical strength was much better than before.

All I know is that now he no longer gasps for breath all the time, no longer feels chest tightness or shortness of breath, and even has less nocturia.

It should be said that he has even become a little accustomed to the current situation.

But he still glared at Zhang Shikang. It would be fine if he didn't see it, but if he did, he would definitely not be happy.

No matter what, he is the uncle of the current emperor. As long as he is honest and obedient enough, Zhang Shikang cannot kill him.

"Hey, Your Highness Prince Fu, does this pot look familiar to you?" Zhang Shikang walked over and gave a playful smile.

"It's just an ordinary iron pot for stewing pork. What's so familiar about it?" Zhu Changxun said with a cold face.

"You have to thank me, Marshal, otherwise you might be the one being stewed in this pot."

"Nonsense! I am the current emperor's uncle, how dare you?" Zhu Changxun's face changed and he said angrily.

"Guess." Zhang Shikang remained calm.

So Zhu Changxun's expression changed again, because he suddenly realized that there was almost nothing this kid dared not do.

Zhu Changxun remained silent.

"The meat is very fragrant. You can try it later." After saying that, Zhang Shikang left with a smile.

After Zhang Shikang left, the soldiers of the Beijing camp naturally withdrew one after another, and the surrounding people could still endure it at first.

But soon they couldn't stand the smell of meat anymore and slowly gathered around.

Zhu Changxun sniffed again and felt that as a vassal king, he could not do this under any circumstances.

At this moment, a soldier in charge of his safety seemed to have noticed something, and immediately ran to the yamen to get a bowl, then pushed the people aside and casually picked out a piece of meat.

"Your Highness, please try it."

……

Zhang Shikang led an army of 30,000 to capture Suzhou City, annihilated more than 50,000 enemies, and killed Liu Liangzuo.

On the afternoon of August 18, the twelfth year of Chongzhen, the army marched to Yingtian Prefecture and headed straight for Nanjing City.

And in the mountain city of Shiqu, thousands of miles away from here, people are also facing a choice between life and death.

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