Chapter 163 Life is a cruel classroom
Only then did Fusu realize why one cage, which could hold nine people, had to be divided into three cages.

The person in the first cage was a general of the clan in Handan, so the other two wanted to take a risky move to escape.

Even if he fails, he will only die, and his clan members will not be implicated.

The people in the second cage should be centurions, captains of thousands, and military officers whose clansmen were in Handan.

As for the third cage, it should contain officers of civilian origin such as sergeants and centurions.

These are the three classes, representing three attitudes, and are also a test for Fusu by Gongsun Ce.

Fusu sighed softly, "I'm sorry. Since this is an interrogation, I can only continue according to the procedure. It's time to punish you."

Pang Jie shook his head and said, "Please punish me, but please, Master Fusu, give me a quick death in the end."

Fusu's eyes slowly swept over the torture instruments around him, and soon he locked onto the whip soaked in salt water.

The brine here is the product of grinding salty ore and dissolving it in water.

This salt mine contains a lot of impurities and cannot be eaten directly, but it can be used to make brine for soaking whips.

Because of the many impurities, salt water will cause greater pain to people after being whipped by the whip.

Fusu stood in front of the execution platform, holding a whip soaked in salt water in his hand.

The whip flashed coldly under the light, and every drop of salt water was like a sharp blade, flashing cruel light.

Pang Jie was locked tightly on the execution platform with heavy iron chains. His face was pale but his eyes were extremely determined.

His lips were tightly pursed, unwilling to make a sound for mercy even in the face of impending pain.

Fusu took a deep breath, then raised the whip high and whipped Pangjie hard.

The salt water seeped into the wound, bringing pain hotter than fire.

Pang Jie's body trembled violently, followed by a shrill wail, the sound echoing in the empty interrogation room.

However, Pang Jie did not surrender, even verbally.

He clenched his teeth and endured the unspeakable pain.

His eyes still shone with determination, and Fusu understood what he meant. He would not surrender.

Fusu raised the whip again, and every lash seemed to shatter Pang Jie's will.

But Pang Jie is like an unshakable mountain. No matter how the wind and rain attack, he always remains tenacious and unyielding.

His wails echoed in the interrogation room, but more importantly, they reflected the persistence deep in his heart.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, with only the sound of whipping and Pang Jie's wailing echoing.

A complex emotion flashed in Fusu's eyes. He admired Pang Jie's tenacity and perseverance, but more of it was a sense of powerlessness.

No matter how Fusu whipped Pang Jie, Pang Jie remained silent.

Although his wails were shrill, there was no hint of begging for mercy.

Fusu had no choice but to throw away the whip in his hand. The psychological pressure on the executioner is often greater than that on the executed.

For the executed, the pain is short-lived, but for the executioner, it is a long torture.

"Just surrender, even if it's just a lie."

Pang Jie shook his head. "No, please continue. I can still bear it. But when I can't get up, please let me die!"

Fusu had no choice but to lift up a red-hot iron. At this moment, this light iron felt like a thousand pounds in his hand.

The firelight reflected on his young face, adding a bit of ferocity to him.

Pang Jie was tied tightly to the execution platform with iron chains, his body was covered with bruises and whip marks.

He closed his eyes tightly, and with the motivation of missing his clansmen in Handan, he endured all the torture.

However, when Fusu slowly brought the red-hot iron closer to him, his eyelids twitched involuntarily, as if he felt the scorching temperature.

Fusu didn't hesitate at all. He pressed the branding iron hard on Pang Jie's chest.

In an instant, a burnt smell spread, accompanied by Pang Jie's heart-wrenching wails.

His chest was burned by the branding iron, and blood mixed with pus slowly flowed down, staining his clothes red.

Pang Jie's body was shaking violently, and his wails echoed in the torture chamber, as if he wanted to pour out all the pain.

"Ah! Ah! Ah..."

His eyes were wide open, filled with fear and despair.

He tried to struggle, but the chains bound him tightly like shackles, making him unable to move.

Fusu stood aside, watching all this with an expressionless face.

There was no ripple in his heart, only determination and indifference.

In his heart, all the generals and people of Zhao State were his subjects, the subjects of Qin State, so he would not easily abandon any of his subjects.

As long as Pang Jie says, "I surrender," all nine people here can survive.

If Pang Jie hadn't said it, the other eight people would have died after being tortured.

As Pang Jie's wailing gradually weakened, the torture chamber returned to deathly silence.

Only the red-hot iron was still emitting residual heat.

Pang Jie was like a body without a soul, lying quietly on the execution platform, letting the blood dye the entire platform red.

"Please...Prince...grant...death..." Pang Jie's intermittent words made Fusu firm in his dream of a peaceful world.

The next moment, Fusu drew out the sword of virtue, but Pang Jie closed his eyes with a smile on his face, quietly waiting for death to come.

Fusu opened his eyes wide, as if he wanted to remember Pang Jie.

"Dong dong dong..."

The German sword swept across Pang Jie's throat, and the next moment a huge head rolled on the ground.

For some reason, Fusu felt a sense of relief at this moment.

"You still killed him."

Gongsun Ce's words floated faintly from behind Fusu, making Fusu shudder unconsciously.

"Yeah, I still killed him, even though I wanted to save his life."

Fusu wiped the sword on Pangjie to wipe off the blood on the blade, "Sir, next."

Gongsun Ce nodded, a flame left his fingertips, and the next second, a huge fire burned on Pang Jie's body.

In a short while, Pang Jie turned into white ash on the ground.

Gongsun Ce hooked his hand, the second cage opened, and a man was carried to the execution platform to replace Pang Jie.

Fusu asked as a matter of routine, "Are you willing to surrender?"

"I am willing to do so. Please, sir, let me live!"

Pang Jie's death was undoubtedly a strong warning and a cruel omen. If they were unwilling to surrender, only death would await them.

Afterwards, the other five also expressed their willingness to surrender.

They no longer had any hope, because Pang Jie's fate had clearly told them that resistance was meaningless.

As for the two Zhao army generals whose limbs were chopped off by Gongsun Ce, they were still wheezing and cursing Gongsun Ce and Fusu.

However, Fusu no longer cared about the verbal insults from these people.

Fusu looked at Gongsun Ce, "Mr. Gongsun, can you let them go?"

However, in the midst of Fusu's hopeful expression, Gongsun Ce slowly shook his head and said, "Fusu, you failed. Failure should be punished. Kill them."

Fusu's expression suddenly froze, "Sir, didn't you just say..."

Gongsun Ce interrupted Fusu, "Do you remember what I said? Choosing a person means you only have one chance. If you fail, you lose everything.

Fusu, I am your teacher. I can give you a chance, but others will not give you a chance, let alone play a best-of-three game. Life is not a game. "

Fusu's eyes darkened, but he quickly came to his senses, "I understand."

After saying this, Fusu picked up the sword of virtue and began his killing.

Soon, the remaining eight people fell in a pool of blood and lost their lives.

Gongsun Ce stood up and prepared to leave. Before leaving, Gongsun Ce gave Fusu a word of advice, "Fusu, this game will continue in the next few days. Choose carefully."

Fusu looked at the nine people who died in his hands in a daze, with a complicated look in his eyes, but it was soon replaced by determination.

He was deeply aware of one thing: as long as he was the winner, he could decide everything.

When Gongsun Ce returned to his room, Jingwei climbed through the window and entered his room.

After being separated from Gongsun Yan for a period of time, Jingwei's longing for Gongsun Yan reached its peak.

And when she saw the sleeping Gongsun Yan, the longing in her heart was temporarily relieved, but after the feeling of longing was relieved, new emotions would replace this feeling.

Gongsun Ce put Gongsun Yan down, then hugged Jingwei, whose pretty face blushed slightly, "Ayan is still by my side."

Gongsun Ce leaned close to Jingwei's ear and whispered softly, "Don't worry, she won't wake up for a while, at least she will sleep until dawn."

Jingwei's earlobes also turned red, "Please have mercy on me. Eh! Um..."

The best thing about a young widow is that she doesn't need an excessive foreplay, while a young girl still needs quite some time.

The night passed quickly, and when Gongsun Yan woke up, she found Jingwei on her left and Gongsun Ce on her right.

Gongsun Yan was very surprised to see Jingwei. She skillfully found the bowl and prepared to eat.

Then, Gongsun Yan was very depressed to find that her rations were gone.

The massage technique that Gongsun Ce prepared for Jingwei was very useful. At this time, Jingwei no longer needed to worry about the overflow problem. After all, he no longer produced food for Gongsun Yan.

However, Jingwei could feel that if the soft armor was not more elastic, she might need to order a new bellyband. Being crowded was not a good thing and it was uncomfortable.

Gongsun Yan's actions successfully awakened Jingwei. Jingwei lifted Gongsun Yan helplessly and slapped him on the back.

"No more! Ugh..."

Jingwei was just about to teach Gongsun Yan a lesson, but unexpectedly Gongsun Ce suddenly began to replicate Gongsun Yan's previous actions.

Jingwei rolled his eyes, "Didn't you eat enough last night?"

Gongsun Ce kept talking, "Mia, mia... Jingwei, don't you find that you are becoming more and more like an ordinary person, with clear emotions.

That’s a good thing, mia, mia.”

Jingwei put Gongsun Yan down helplessly and said, "Let's eat together."

(End of this chapter)