Zeppesh shouted like a pig. He was moved by the pain in his right leg. Maybe the bone was broken by the horse.


    "Help me, help me." zeppesh howled a few times. But which of his men have already fled, who will come back to take care of him?


    Zeppesh looked helplessly into the distance. Suddenly a pair of leather boots appeared in his sight. Zeppesh raised his head and saw yelishei coming towards him with a leaf hammer with a handle covered with blood and broken meat.


    "Yelisheyi, yelisheyi. My good brother, don''t kill me, don''t kill me. Take me to see commander Chechen. I have something to say. I have something to say." zepesh trembled and begged yelisheyi. His eyes stared at the leaf hammer for fear that yelisheyi would hit it on his head.


    Fortunately, yelishei did not do so. He dragged zeppesh out from under the dead horse.


    But before zeppesh could breathe a sigh of relief and thank God for keeping himself alive, yelishei twisted zeppesh''s right wrist and dislocated him.


    At this moment, zeppesh took a breath of air-conditioning in pain.


    "Don''t try to paint any more. It''s your dog''s head that won''t be twisted next," yelishei threatened.


    Zeppesh nodded anxiously, indicating that he would not play tricks.


    Zeppesh was brought to Chechen and Pedro.


    "You Satan, devil." as soon as Pedro saw zeppesh, he went up angrily and gave him a few whips to beat zeppesh.


    When Pedro whipped a few times, Cherchen stopped him. Knowing that it was not Chechen who pitied zepesh, he still had some questions to ask.


    "Caipeishi, who sent you?" Chechen asked.


    Zeppesh hesitated. With this hesitation, his back was hammered by yelisi.


    Zeppesh''s eyes were full of stars and almost a mouthful of blood came up.


    "It''s Jerzy halletsky. The Colonel sent me," cried tsepesh.


    "Your boy didn''t do anything bad in it?"


    Pedro stared at zeppesh. He wouldn''t completely believe the villain in front of him.


    "No, absolutely not," tsepesh consistently denied.


    "Zepesh, I don''t care if you pay attention to this chase, but if you don''t answer the following question honestly, I''ll do the same thing on you that your ancestors did to the Turks," said Cherchen.


    Zeppesh shivered. Of course, he understood that what Cherchen said was "doing the same thing on you that your ancestors had done to the Turks", which was column punishment.


    The horror of that punishment is beyond imagination. According to records, the ancestor of tsepesh once inserted a large number of Turkish prisoners of war and varajians who did not obey his rule on high wooden stakes. At most, 20000 men, women and children died of puncture. In that 3 km long and 1.2 km wide area, it was completely shrouded in the smell of death. Even babies still in the womb died with their mothers. On some long wooden stakes, birds have built nests in the bodies.


    When the Ottoman Turkish army marched here, even the soldiers of the guards as brave as lions were scared by this terrible scene, their legs softened and completely lost their will to fight.


    This is true for all viewers, and the pain of the tortured is unimaginable.


    "I''ll say anything!" cried zeppesh.


    "Why does halletsky hate me so much? Is it really because I have defeated him?" Chechen asked.


    This is what Chechen has been puzzled about. As a soldier, halletsky should be very clear about fighting on the battlefield and taking their own decisions. Because of this, he wanted to harm himself several times, and he still sent zepesh to hunt him after sapega expelled him, which is really too much. It''s like a blood feud between the two.


    Zeppesh had bowed his head. He looked up timidly at Chechen:


    "Commander Chechen, I just heard a little about it."


    "Speak frankly."


    "I heard that lieutenant Coppola, whose hand was cut off by you, was actually the illegitimate son of Colonel halletsky. He was born with a noble lady. Because he could not see the light, Lieutenant Coppola was sent to the monastery for foster care as soon as he was born. The Colonel took the chance to pick him up and arrange him with him when he was in his teens." Said zeppesh.


    After listening to zeppesh''s words, all the people suddenly realized. If what tsepesh said is true, then haretsky''s revenge for the disabled illegitimate son makes all sense. As an illegitimate son, kopola can''t see the light, so Colonel halletsky can only find all kinds of far fetched reasons to pay for his son again and again.


    Knowing all this, Chechen sighed.


    "Captain, I have said everything. If you can let me go, I will make a new start!" Cai Peishi saw that Chechen didn''t speak and mistakenly thought that Chechen was considering how to deal with himself. He hurried and begged for mercy.


    Seeing the pitiful state of caipesh, Cherchen''s compassion could not help moving again.


    But Fatima knows that people like zeppesh don''t know how to be grateful. If you let him go today, he will still bite you next time.


    "Captain, you can''t be merciful to this villain. Today he fell into our hands. If we fell into his hands, would he let us go?" Fatima reminded Cherchen loudly.


    Although the others didn''t speak, they showed the same meaning in their eyes.


    Che Chen sighed.


    "Fatima, I''ll give you the zeppesh," said Chechen.


    "No, no!" cried zeppesh in despair.


    Fatima dragged caipesh''s fur coat collar, but caipesh''s desire for survival was so strong. With one hand and one foot disabled, he broke free and took off his fur jacket.


    Zeppesh fell to the ground. He climbed and climbed in despair. He regretted that he was greedy for work and eagerly took the task. He cursed haretsky who gave the task to him with hatred and Cherchen who wanted to execute himself.


    "I will not let you go if I am a ghost!" zeppesh cursed desperately in his heart.


    "Please, let me go. I must be honest and good! I promise I won''t go back to Werner. I''ll go back to valachia and I''ll never come back again. Please!" zeppesh begged.


    But this desperate wail could not exchange Fatima''s pity. Fatima once again pulled zeppesh''s collar. This time it was the lock of Zijia, and zeppesh couldn''t get rid of it any more.


    Fatima dragged zeppesh away from the crowd. The machete hand in Damascus started and fell, and zeppesh''s head, with a look of panic and despair on his face, slipped from his neck.


    A few days later, one or two hungry crows awakened from hibernation fell on zeppesh''s headless body and pecked at his body.