When Hao Yidao finished speaking, bloodthirsty gleam immediately appeared in Zhang Ping'an's eyes. While ordering the Information Department Zhang Wuji and Zhou Xing to prepare torture equipment, he quickly changed into a dry black cotton robe, wearing a pair of light cloth shoes, and a cotton hat on his head, and dressed up like a farmer who went down to the ground to finish farm work. If Hao Yidao hadn't been neatly dressed in front of him, the soldiers of the Pou Nu Army in the camp would have regarded their god-like commander as auxiliary soldiers who took off their military uniforms.

Fortunately, in addition to Hao Yidao's obvious sign, Zhang Dashuai had two scars on his face, which were also Zhang Ping'an's most conspicuous sign. When Zhang Ping'an came to the southwest Intelligence Office of "Li Gebao", he saw Qu Guozheng coming to greet him from afar. In the small area of ​​the Intelligence Office, there were a hundred Jurchen scouts with pigtails on his head. Seeing that all the prisoners were injured and wrapped in white bandages, Zhang Dashuai immediately felt sympathy.

"Oh! Who is doing a good thing about land? Our Slave Army pays attention to preferential treatment of prisoners. How much medicinal materials should so many injured prisoners consume? They are really a group of prodigal sons!"

Hao Yidao, who was following Mr. Zhang, even though he was dull, he could hear that Mr. Zhang was dissatisfied with the prisoners too much. He was about to draw his sword to cut off a few prisoners, but Zhang Ping'an grabbed him: "Hey...hey...hey! Yidao, you are a real person. I just said that, don't take it seriously! Go and get Qian Mingrong to me, he said all day long that he is so good at sword skills. This time, if he can't kill fifty Tartars within an hour, you will demote his deputy Qianzong to General!"

"Okay! Just do as the Grand Marshal said! But you have to leave half of it for me. If Qian Mingrong is ruthless, I will get started!" Hao Yidao has a deep hatred for the Jurchens. His child was shot to death by the Jurchens as prey. Whenever Grand Marshal Zhang wanted to execute the Jurchens, Hao Yidao would be the first person to seek revenge. Of course, Zhang Ping'an would not refuse the request of his hard-core confidant Hao Yidao. He raised his face and nodded happily.

Qu Guozheng came to Zhang Dashui and accompanied Zhang Ping'an into the torture room. He also knew that there was no important news about torture today. What Zhang Dashui thought was nothing more than whether the Jurchen old slave Nurhaci could come to the front line. As long as the news was confirmed, the fate of these Jurchen scouts and prisoners waiting for these Jurchen scouts would be death. Therefore, Zhang Dashui was not at all right when he entered the torture room. He took his seat and sat in the main seat of torture. After taking the seat, Zhang Ping'an drank milk tea and ate snacks.

When the Jurchen Niulu Zhen Yimianbi was tied into the punishment rack with naked body, Zhang Ping'an patted the desserts in his hand, picked up the tea bowl and took a sip. Then he squinted his eyes and looked at Yimianbi in Mongolian saying: "I know that you Jurchen scouts can understand Mongolian words. If you answer my questions well, maybe my heart will give you a way to die! Anyway, your scouts can answer the questions I want to ask today. If you pretend to be stupid or don't understand Mongolian words, don't blame me for being shady!"

Yimianbi felt that it was not worth it to be tortured to not understand Mongolian words, so he nodded to show that he could understand the Mongolian words Zhang Ping'an said. After receiving a positive response from Yimianbi, Zhang Ping'an looked left at the intelligence officer who made the record. The voice calmly continued, "Did you wisely Khan Nurhaci set out? When will you arrive at the Korqin grassland?"

Yimianbi's strong confidence was a little shaken about Zhang Ping'an's question. The question of the grassland fox wolf was indeed very simple. As the grassland fox wolf said, anyone under his scout could answer this question. Yimianbi still felt that it was not very meaningful to be punished for this simple question, so Yimianbi also replied in Mongolian: "I wisely Khan had already arrived at the Korqin Grassland a few days ago!"

After receiving this news, Zhang Ping'an's heart was relieved. His old opponent Nurhaci really came to the Korqin grassland, and the main target of the Ponu Army's attack had already appeared. Otherwise, he would have been busy for a long time to submit a memorial to the Ming Dynasty court and appeared on the Mongolian Duoyan grassland. If the head of the Jurchen Tatars did not come, he would have been in vain. In Zhang Ping'an's idea, no matter how much the price was spent, he would have to eliminate Nurhaci's ambition to peep into Ponu City. Only by destroying the Jurchen's thought of spying on Ponu City, can he bring the Ponu Army to fight against Lin Danhan in Mongolia without distraction.

To completely eliminate Lin Danhan's main force and drive the golden family brought by Lin Danhan out of the symbolic Helin of Mongolia, he had the opportunity to turn around and annihilate the Jurchens. Therefore, after Zhang Ping'an received the news that Nurhaci had arrived at the front line, he began to lure Yimianbi to tell the composition of the Jurchen army. However, Yimianbi kept his mouth tight and refused to reveal anything. Zhang Ping'an saw that Yimianbi had started to speak out without leaving any help. He pointed with his hand at the student Zhang Wuji who was preparing to torture.

When Zhang Wuji saw his husband's instructions, a calm and tender smile made his face even more sunny. Now that the information of the Po Slave Army's torture methods are basically fixed, Zhang Wuji took out a very small knife from the torture bag and shook it in front of Yimianbi's eyes. Then Zhang Wuji hummed a little tune and stuffed a ball of rag into Yimianbi's mouth. He came to Yimianbi's side and whispered in Mongolian in a Mongolian ear: "You have made my husband angry, how bad is this! My husband wants me to torture you, I'm really sorry for you. You are also a veteran. I respect the veteran the most. Today I want to disobey Mr.'s teachings and let you suffer less!"

Zhang Wuji said without stopping his hand. He asked his assistant to hold Yimianbi's forehead and slowly cut Yimianbi's eyelids. Zhang Wuji dug out one of his eyes while Yimianbi's painful struggle. Then, Zhang Wuji grabbed a handful of incense ash and pressed it directly on Yimianbi's blood-spraying eye sockets. Yimianbi's manic struggle, his hands and feet, which were bound to be almost unable to move, burst out bleeding. Zhang Wuji pulled out the strip of cloth from Yimianbi's mouth, looked at the thick breath of his mouth comfortably, and howled Yimianbi.

Yi Mianbi, who had recovered for a long time, only then did he understand the authenticity of the Jurchens' rumors about the grassland jackals. Not only was the grassland jackals so heartless, but the students he taught were not good. As long as he was not a god, he could not stand his punishment. Yi Mianbi thought so in his heart, but Zhang Wuji's bloody torture also aroused Yi Mianbi's inner anger. When Zhang Ping'an asked the same question again, Yi Mianbi stared at the grassland jackals with his other eye with hatred. He used this body language to express his firm resistance.

But Yimianbi miscalculated. Zhang Ping'an was a master of calculating people's hearts. Yimianbi did not speak, which showed that he was filled with fear. Grasping Yimianbi's weakness, Zhang Ping'an gently put down the tea bowl in his hand and continued to use his eyes to signal Zhang Wuji to the next punishment. When Zhang Wuji was about to dig out Yimianbi's other eye with a knife, he was ridiculed by Zhang Ping'an: "You bad boy, don't play like this! How can I observe what he thinks when blinding his eyes? If you want to play, play hard with him, cut off one of his eggs, and treat them well with salt!"

Zhang Wuji, who received the instructions, also understood what his husband was referring to. His eyes were the window of the soul. If Yimianbi was dug out, he could not observe whether he was lying through his eyes. Zhang Wuji knew his mistake and corrected it. He carefully cut off Yimianbi's egg and then pressed a large handful of salt directly on the wound of Yimianbi's scrotum. The huge pain made Yimianbi faint. When he was awakened by cold water, his whole will to resist collapsed. Zhang Ping'an made this punishment extremely vicious. This punishment was a sinister punishment that combined the pain points of the human body and the humiliation of personality.

When a person faces a complete humiliation of personality, the tortured person will generally collapse mentally. For these tortured persons, physical pain and loss of personality will completely succumb to the executioner. After Yimianbi was completely awake, he first took the initiative to explain the composition and approximate number of the Jurchen army this time. Regarding the situation of the Jurchen "Wuzhen Chaoha" camp, which the grassland jackal wolves are most concerned about, Yimianbi even asked and answered questions, for fear that the grassland jackal wolves would give out even more fierce punishments.

In Yimianbi's incoherent remarks, the gossip news about Yimianbi's concubines being a few Jiala'erzhen concubines were filtered out directly by Zhang Ping'an. In Zhang Ping'an's opinion, they caught a small piece this time, but they were definitely a good fish. Yimianbi is worthy of being the direct scout officer of Zhenghuang Banner, and he knows many secret news in the Jurchen army. In the spy told by Yimianbi, there was an unexpected factor in the "Wuzhen Chaoha" camp, that is, the red-haired man invited by Huang Taiji for a lot of money.

According to Yimianbi's account, Huang Taiji spent 60,000 taels of silver to hire red-haired people living in the Daming Haojing (author's note: today's Macau) to lead 8,000 musketeers from the Wazi Kingdom to participate in the war on the Korqin grassland. Moreover, the Japanese people recruited by the Red-haired people were all good at using musketeers. They used the musketeers provided by the Red-haired people, and the shooting distance was more than ten feet away than the musketeers made by the Jurchen craftsmen. Huang Taiji also gave these red-haired people an attractive promise that if they defeated the Pou Nu Army or killed Zhang Ping'an, the commander of the Pou Nu Army on the battlefield, the Dajin court would reward these people with 100,000 taels of silver.
Chapter completed!