Early the next morning, President koldzki announced his decision in public. He first expressed his gratitude to all those who had fought bravely for the monastery so far - whether nobles, farmers or mercenaries. At the same time, in view of the fact that some people can no longer contribute to the protection of the monastery for a variety of reasons, Dean koldzki expressed his understanding. He agreed to open the door for two hours and let the people leave the monastery, on the condition that the secrets in the monastery were not allowed to be divulged.


    Some weak willed people looked at each other, but did not stand up. They suspected that this was the Abbot''s hard to get plan. But when the door of the monastery really opened, these people couldn''t sit still. They packed up their soft clothes one after another, wrapped their faces in headscarves and walked out of the door.


    Chechen and Natalie stood on both sides of the gate with forty monks and watched them leave. Among the forty-seven people who left, Natalie saw little corney. He covered his whole face with a headscarf, and his two eyes peeped carefully around for fear of being recognized. When little corney saw Natalie looking at him, he drew back his eyes and walked with his head down.


    The original two-hour opening time took less than 30 minutes, and all the people who should leave left. To kordezki''s satisfaction, less than one tenth of the total number of monasteries left after giving up their hope to stick to it.


    When the gate of the monastery was closed again, Dean koldersky received a message that the old man kolnitsky, the former Warsaw sword officer, had died.


    The people who left the monastery were surrounded by Swedish soldiers as soon as they went down the mountain. After the necessary body searches and examinations, they were taken to the square of the barracks. Here, Swedish officers will screen them.


    Little corney saw a young Swedish officer with a delicate face standing on the stage of more than one person. When everyone comes to him, his fingers will point to the left or right. With the increase in the number of screening, little Colney found that the Swedish officer seemed to have a magical magic that could accurately distinguish a person''s identity. He saw that on the right were basically farmers and mercenaries, while on the left were nobles and friars.


    Finally, it''s little corney''s turn.


    "I''m an aristocrat." little corney directly revealed his identity.


    The young Swedish officer nodded and motioned little corney to the left.


    Then the two teams were taken away separately.


    Little corney, they were taken to a tent where another officer sat at a birch desk and bowed his head to record something.


    "Name, title and position." for everyone, the officer had only three questions.


    Some reported their real names, while others reported pseudonyms.


    When it was little corney''s turn, little corney hesitated.


    "Popovich." colny Jr. gave a pseudonym.


    The officer looked up at him with a smile and then wrote his name.


    At this time, there was a gunshot outside the tent. Little corney, they trembled with fear.


    The officer closed his notebook. He smiled and said, "give you another chance, or you''ll be like those people just now."


    Little corney''s pupils contracted sharply. He guessed that the people on the right had been executed. Because they are farmers and mercenaries, these people have no value to the Swedes.


    "My name is Kearney, and my grandfather is former Warsaw sword officer kearnitzki..." little Kearney said everything like a bean. He wanted to let the officer in front of him know that he was an important and valuable person.


    And others follow suit.


    After taking notes, the Swedish officer walked out of the tent. Then there was a hard hour. Little corney was worried about whether a team of Swedish soldiers would rush in and take him away and shoot him.


    "I knew it would be better to stay in the monastery," someone whispered in despair.


    But it''s too late.


    The curtain of the tent was lifted. Vreshzovic came in with alvid Wittenberg.


    Some people in the convertible recognized Wittenberg and vreshzovic, and they were busy saying hello to them.


    "Gentlemen, the general knows that you are all noble nobles and will give you treatment in line with your status," said vreshzovic.


    The people were busy thanking the general for his kindness.


    "But," said vreshzovic, turning his voice, "I will ask you something, and the general hopes you can answer truthfully."


    Then, vreshzovic asked about the location of the monastery''s artillery positions, the number of defenders, the number of food and arms, and more about whether the nobles hid their treasures. Some things about the monastery are what little corney knows, some don''t know, and some only know part of the information. This is because corney is not a professional. Their memory only comes from what they see and hear with their eyes. A lot of information is not accurate, and even the answers to the same question are often contradictory; On other issues, everyone remained silent.


    Wittenberg read the contents recorded by vreshzovic, and none of them admitted that they had hidden the treasure. He thought that these people were deliberately deceiving themselves, and none of them was honest. As soon as the general''s white beard stood up, he secretly disguised benevolence and kindness. He ordered vreshzovic to torture these people.


    Vreshzovic dared not neglect the general''s orders. He called in a group of Polish puppet troops and took everyone out of the tent.


    The torture began. Vreshzovic''s people can''t fight, and torture is an expert. Little Colney was stripped clean and he was hanged. A Polish puppet army held a whip and pulled it hard at little colny. After a while, little Kearney was torn open and covered with blood. Because of the cold weather, the blood flows out of the wound. When the blood coagulates on the skin early, it becomes ice. From a distance, little Colney''s body was like wearing a red ribbon.


    Others received no less punishment than little Colney. Some people''s heads were pressed into the cold water, while others were roasted on the fire.


    The executioner was tired. An officer came up again with a notebook to ask questions. As long as the answer was inconsistent with the first record, it would attract a new beating.


    "The caliber of the gun on the left side of the monastery," the officer asked little corney.


    "Six pound gun," said little corney weakly.


    "But what you said before was a three pound gun," said the officer after comparing his notes.


    "I remember wrong," little corney admitted.


    "So where are your family''s assets in Krakow?" the officer asked again.


    "Hiding under a poplar tree in the forest of vadovace," little corney confessed.


    But it didn''t bring little Colney safety. As soon as he finished, the officer tore off the blood scab from little corney''s wound.


    "Any more?" asked the officer.


    "No more." little corney had no strength in pain.


    The officer tore off another piece.


    Little corney cried with tears in his heart. The pain was beyond words.


    But the executioners had no sympathy. A executioner took a torch and said to little corney, "cold, sir. I''ll warm you up."


    With that, the man roasted little corney''s waist with a torch


    The cruel criminal law lasted a whole day. Few people survived. The cries of the victims could be heard even in the monastery.


    "My Lord, he''s dead."


    The executioner pointed to a charred piece of charcoal and said to vreshzovic.


    "Did you find anything useful?"


    "Asked, a total of three locations."


    "Well, put that disgusting thing down and bury it. It''s disgusting!" said vreshdrovich, covering his nose.