Feng Wanyu, the Goddess of Heaven

The governor returned in triumph, and officials lined the city gates to greet him, while those who enjoyed excitement flocked to the city entrance to watch the spectacle.
In this place that had been peaceful for many years, such a momentous event was truly remarkable.
If it weren't for the Russians' impending crossing of the river to attack the provincial capital, the governor wouldn't have needed to personally lead his troops to the riverbank
to establish defenses. The provincial capital was over thirty miles from the river; the intensity of the battle could be discerned from the indistinct sounds of cannon fire
.

The common people didn't know what the Russians were; they only heard from the officials that they were rebellious bandits
who would massacre the inhabitants of any city they conquered. They looted, burned houses, tore men apart by five horses,
raped and murdered women, and cleaved children in two. Therefore, watching the large contingents of government troops rushing forward, everyone
held their breath, hoping the governor would achieve a resounding victory, blocking the Russians on the west bank of the river and preventing
them .

The cannon fire had been going on for days, finally subsiding yesterday afternoon. Everyone waited anxiously, unsure whether they had won or lost,
awaiting their fate.

Finally, news came back that the Governor-General had won, capturing 5,000 Taiping rebels and
a female general. The Governor-General would be returning to the city early this morning, holding an entry ceremony outside the South Gate.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, deeply grateful to the Governor-General. Many prepared fine wine
to reward the troops at the city gate.

As the sun neared its zenith, dust billowed on the distant road, and the weary crowd
suddenly cheered.

Approaching closer, a troop of soldiers appeared, led by cavalry. On the three tall horses at the head
sat the Governor-General and two generals, all clad in gleaming armor, their weapons hanging from victory hooks. Behind them
, banners fluttered and sashes billowed, a magnificent sight that stirred the heart.

Upon seeing the governor, the provincial officials immediately stepped forward and saluted before his horse. The governor dismounted, and after exchanging pleasantries,
sat with his officials in a pre-arranged tent. His cavalry also dismounted, spreading out in a triangular formation on either side of the tent.

A middle-ranking officer raised a command flag at the front of the tent, and with a cannon blast, column after column of cavalry, infantry, and riflemen marched from
the main road, passing in front of the tent, and then spreading out along the city wall to both sides. The people didn't
count the exact number of troops, but it took nearly half an hour; there were at least eight thousand, if not ten thousand. Seeing this magnificent procession,
the people cheered loudly, and those nearby handed their wine bowls to the soldiers, having long forgotten
how these government troops usually bullied them.

After the procession had finished, the officer shouted, "The Governor-General orders the presentation of prisoners to begin!"

As the shout faded, a column of several dozen soldiers led the way, followed by a long line of
carriages covered with blue cloth, their contents unknown. The carriages,
numbering over thirty, were lined up in the open space in front of the tent. The soldiers lifted the cloth, and a gasp of astonishment erupted. On the carriages,
small mounds, made of mats and wooden sticks, were overflowing with corpses. Their
faces were covered in mud and blood, their hair disheveled, none shaved or wearing queues—
undoubtedly rebels.

Every year, executions of criminals were carried out in the provincial capital; everyone had seen heads, but never so many. Judging by the number
, there must have been several thousand heads. It seemed the Governor-General had indeed amassed a considerable fortune in this battle.
Unbeknownst to , it was all a show. The granaries were mostly filled with chaff,
with only human heads floating on top. In total, there were only a few hundred heads.

It turned out that the Qing army, relying on the natural barrier of the river, managed to cross only a few dozen Taiping soldiers despite their fierce fighting.
The rest were killed by arrows and artillery fire in or on the riverbank. Those who did cross were immediately
surrounded and quickly annihilated. The Taiping army, after several days of fruitless attacks, had to choose another target and
retreat. The governor ordered his soldiers to search along the river for Taiping corpses. For each head found, they were cut off and used as a reward.

The common people, unaware of this, thought the carts were full of heads and praised the governor
and his soldiers for their great achievement.

The central officer waved his flag, and the soldiers covered the carts with blue cloth and headed towards the river via another road, presumably
to throw the heads into the river.

As soon as one vehicle left, another group of people arrived. Leading them were several warhorses, and a long rope
dragged a dozen or so men wearing red headscarves. Their bodies and faces were covered in mud and dried blood, making them unrecognizable
. They were naked from the waist up, bound hand and foot, strung together by ropes, and
being beaten by Qing soldiers on both sides with their gun barrels. They staggered to the open space in front of the tent.

The officer shouted again, "The Governor-General has ordered that the Taiping rebels be executed on the spot!"

"Yes, sir!"

The soldiers went over and forced the prisoners to kneel. The prisoners stood tall and proud, fearless,
some even laughing. The common people secretly gave them a thumbs-up, praising these rebels as heroes.

Look, the executioners were all robust men, wielding gleaming, large,
gleaming the necks of the prisoners. In an instant, blood spurted, heads
rolled on the ground like watermelons, and a dozen headless bodies collapsed like mountains.

The braver people's hearts pounded, but they shouted "Good!" while the timid ones closed their eyes,
not daring to open them for a long time.

"The lord has ordered: bring the female bandit leader, Feng Wanyu!"

The people had heard about this female Taiping rebel since yesterday. She had led dozens of Taiping soldiers, braving arrows and cannon fire,
to the riverbank, fighting desperately against wave after wave of government troops, killing dozens, fighting for over an hour
before finally being captured, exhausted. This fierce female bandit must possess some kind of superhuman strength. The people
craned their necks to watch from the main road.

They saw another group approaching, including five strong government soldiers and a woman. The woman's
arms her back, a signboard was stuck behind her back, a rope was tied horizontally above and below her breasts, and
two more ropes were tied around her waist. The four ends of the ropes were held by four soldiers, who pulled them at a distance from the four corners. Behind her,
another soldier held a bamboo pole about ten feet long, poking the woman's buttocks as they walked.

I had assumed this woman would be a fierce and menacing figure, but upon closer inspection, although
she was taller than average, she wasn't as ferocious as I had imagined. Instead, she was a remarkably beautiful woman.
She appeared to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with a fair face with slightly angular features, thin, straight eyebrows, and large, bright eyes.
Liang had a high, straight nose; though not a conventionally beautiful woman, she was undeniably attractive.
A red headscarf covered her head, and her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders. She wore a tight-fitting red blouse with
a belt around her waist. The horizontal rope accentuated her breasts, while the taut belt revealed her slender waist
and graceful hip curves. She was even somewhat thin; if one hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe
she was the female demon who had slaughtered dozens of soldiers.

She was being dragged along by ropes and poked with sticks, staggering with each step, yet a faint, cold smile played on her lips.

"Why are you dragging her like that? It would be better if two people supported her; then you could lean on her buttocks." Among the crowd
were naturally men who enjoyed women, and besides, this woman was a rebel; taking advantage of her wasn't considered
dishonorable .

"Binding her?" A soldier who overheard the crowd's discussion whispered, "You have no idea
how . They used several large fishing nets to catch her, and it took seven or eight men a lot of effort
to tie her up. Even so, she kicks and bites wildly whenever anyone gets close. Several of my brothers were bitten by her.
If it weren't for the fact that we had to make her walk to present her as a captive, we would have tied her feet long ago. Who would dare to bind her?"

"That fierce?"

"Of course, otherwise how could she become a general among the rebels?"

"Tsk tsk! You really can't believe it! A heroine among women! What do you plan to do with her? Behead her? Send her to the capital?
It would be best to have her slowly sliced to pieces right here." They were all very reluctant to send her to the capital. The last time someone was slowly sliced to pieces in the provincial capital
was more than thirty years ago. The old folks still talked about that harlot who was naked and cut into a pile of minced meat
with great enthusiasm, while the young people regretted not being able to witness the process of being slowly sliced to pieces. According to the law, this long-haired bandit leader
deserves to be executed by slow slicing. It's just that the governor-general doesn't know how he intends to deal with him. If he's sent to the capital to be executed by slow slicing, then
there's no point in watching.

The people wanted to see the execution, not only for the thrill of
the
bloodshed and their curiosity, but also because Feng Wanyu was a young and beautiful woman. Before seeing her, people thought she was like a shrew, and therefore had little interest in her fate. But after seeing her, their desire to see her executed suddenly
intensified. They so desperately wanted to see this once beautiful and respectable woman stripped
naked , bound before them like a skinned sheep, and so desperately wanted
to see her most intimate parts exposed for their viewing pleasure.

(II)

Feng Wanyu stood before the tent, coldly watching the governor-general on the platform.

"You audacious traitor, kneel down!" shouted the central officer.

"Kneel down!" the surrounding soldiers shouted in unison.

The sound shook the leaves and startled the people, but Feng Wanyu seemed not to hear it, still
coldly glancing at the stage: "I kneel to God, to my Heavenly Father and Heavenly Brother, to my parents, how could I kneel to you Qing demons?"

"Hmph! How dare you!" A Qing soldier behind her struck the woman's knee with a long stick, but
she only bent her leg slightly, not kneeling down, but instead laughing even more mockingly.

Finally, four soldiers took two long bamboo poles, one tripping her feet from front to back, and the other forcibly dragging her knees from
back to forcibly pulling her down, but she still twisted and tried to stand up.

"The Governor-General and the relevant authorities hereby announce to the people of the city: It has been found that Feng Wanyu, the leader of the Taiping rebels, has rebelled and resisted the imperial
army. According to the laws of the Great Qing, she is to be executed by slow slicing. The execution will take place at noon tomorrow."

"Good!" As soon as the central officer finished reading the proclamation sent from the tent, a thunderous cheer erupted from all sides.

Feng Wanyu, seemingly oblivious, turned and looked around. As soon as the bamboo poles binding her legs were
removed, she straightened up, but before she could move again, a rope snapped up from the ground. The soldiers on either side
pulled it tight, binding her ankles, rendering her immobile.

Four thick wooden stakes were driven into the ground, and the four ends of the rope were tied to them, forcing her to
stand in the center of the square formed by the stakes, her feet bound by the rope, standing like a wooden stick.
Only then did two soldiers dare approach. One crouched down behind her and hugged her legs, while the other used
another rope to bind her legs tightly at the knees and ankles. Then the soldiers withdrew,
leaving her alone, bound in place.

One by one, the officials in the execution tent followed the governor out. They were heading to the city for a victory banquet.
The middle officer whispered a few words to a junior officer responsible for staying behind before catching up with the
governor

and his entourage, who had already entered the city gates. Once the higher-ups had left, the junior officer stood arrogantly in front of the tent and shouted, "Listen up,
folks Go home and eat your meals. Today at noon, this woman with long hair will be stripped naked and displayed to the public. Anyone willing to stay and help
build the execution platform, come and sign up!"

This shout caused even those who had planned to go home for dinner and watch the execution the next day to stay and
volunteer. Soon, a five-foot-high platform was erected in the open space, along with several large and small
wooden stakes.

The crowd's enthusiasm for watching the execution was so high that they worked quickly on everything. Even the city's blacksmiths volunteered
to forge the execution tools, and they worked swiftly, having everything ready before noon.

First, a tall tripod was built above the four wooden stakes using three sandbars, with thick ropes threaded through it.
Four or five soldiers surrounded her, grabbed the tightly bound Feng Wanyu, forced her to kneel on the ground, and
untied the ropes around her waist. They were worried about her resistance, so several people were prepared to help.
As soon as her arms were untied, they immediately pulled her in front of them, held her tightly, clasped their hands together in front of her, and then
bound her with the thick ropes hanging from the tripod. Meanwhile, several men who were already prepared pulled on the other end of the rope and gave a
signal, suspending the woman half a person's height in the air. Those below quickly removed her shoes and socks,
tied her two big toes with a thin rope, then attached two large stone weights, removing the ropes from her ankles and knees.
Now, Feng Wanyu could only hang stiffly in mid-air, at most wriggling a few times like a snake, but
had no chance to resist.

Everything was ready. The young officer had a table brought over and placed it next to the stone lock.
He climbed onto it, stood on it, and then took a hook knife from a blacksmith.

This was one of the knives specially crafted for this purpose; it was half a foot long and shaped like a small sickle.
It was a tool specifically designed to strip Feng Wanyu of her clothes without cutting her if she resisted.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the young officer loosened the belt around her waist, then grabbed her thin red silk trousers
and turned her around. Because she was secured by two ropes, she could turn freely. He made her
face him and then said to her lewdly, "Little wench, I'm going to strip you naked in a bit.
I wonder if your little ass is white, and if you've ever been fucked before?"

The female prisoner only sneered, letting out a soft groan, but her face flushed red.

The young officer turned her back and hooked the back of her collar with the hook knife. She raised her head,
looking at the sky with an indifferent expression, but her eyes were slightly red.

The hook knife ripped with a "ripping" sound, pulling from her collar to the hem of her silk trousers, tearing the red garment in two from behind.

"Good!" The young officer pulled her torn clothes apart, revealing a snow-white back and
a white silk ribbon across her chest, hinting at her front.

He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, fumbling for her belt, loosening it slightly, and then
pulling her trousers down so they were loosely tucked into her hips. From behind, her
slender, curved waist and two soft, fleshy buttocks were revealed, with a glimpse of the deep crevice beneath her tailbone.

In front of everyone, the young officer slowly caressed all the exposed skin on her back. He
noticed her body trembling slightly, and a lewd, sinister laugh escaped his throat.

He tore open her sleeves, letting the red shirt slip down her body, revealing her snow-white belly.
A round navel, deeply recessed in the center of her stomach, was tightly bound to her chest by a white silk ribbon.
The red trousers clung to the fullest part of her hips, revealing the upper half of her groin, clearly showing the secret
of the young girl.

He turned her around to face him, his large hands caressing her belly, then slowly moving to her
breasts. Her breathing became heavy, her angry eyes staring at the sky, her lips tightly pressed together, her teeth grinding
.

Amid cheers, the young officer untied the many layers of white silk binding her breasts, revealing two
hemispherical peaks. Atop those heavy breasts stood two red nipples, slightly
upturned, displaying the essence of virginity (the book subtly suggests that at this time, the Taiping Army had not yet entered Nanjing, and
the Taiping Army's laws strictly prohibited sexual intercourse, even between husband and wife, so the vast majority of women
were still virgins). He grabbed her; it was a man's hand, tightly covering her breasts, slowly
kneading them, then kneading her nipples. Her nerves were tormented by intense shame and sexual stimulation,
and the muscles in her face twitched slightly.

The Taiping Rebellion, which had only been going on for a short time, was on the rise. Although they weren't always victorious, they hadn't yet
experienced the brutality of the imperial court. Therefore, Feng Wanyu's concept of being slowly sliced to death was merely being stripped naked and dismembered.
While being naked was unavoidable, she didn't know that the government had so many shameful ways to torture them.
So, even after being surrounded and captured, she hadn't considered suicide. But now, she regretted not taking the opportunity to kill herself with her sword before the fishing net tightened. Then she felt remorse
for such a thought,
because she was a follower of the God Worshipping Society, and the scriptures said that suicide was a sin.

Unlike other wars in Chinese history, few female soldiers in the Taiping Army
committed suicide . The main reason for this was that the religious rules considered suicide a sin. Therefore, if they did not die in battle,
being captured alive and then raped and murdered became their fate.

—

(III)

Feng Wanyu had no other choice but to endure it. She even hoped that he would quickly take off her pants and
expose her genitals as soon as possible, so that this mental torment could end sooner.

However, the crowd and the junior officer were not in a hurry. They wanted her to suffer all the humiliation to
the extreme . He gently stroked her lower abdomen, pressing against her waistband and slowly touching it back and forth. The pressure of his hand caused the waistband
to droop from time to time, but it just wouldn't fall down, making her sweat profusely.

The junior officer squatted down and gently played with the female general's pair of jade feet. Although the ropes around her knees and ankles had been untied
, her two big toes were still tied together and could not be separated. At that time,
most bound their feet, so seeing her natural feet aroused great curiosity among the onlookers. Looking at those delicate, small
, and sexy feet, lewd comments were inevitable.

He stood up again and reached the hook knife towards her lower abdomen. "Finally, I'll be stripped naked," she thought
with relief , but he didn't cut her belt. He gently lifted her trousers with his fingers,
close to the waistband, and used the hook knife to make a small hole an inch on each side of the seam. Starting from these two holes,
he inserted the hook knife and pulled downwards, cutting all the way to the hem,
revealing .

The junior officer pulled the two torn trouser legs back between her legs, so that the silk crotch of the trousers
tightly covered her lower body; he wanted that area to be exposed only at the very end.

Then, he began to slowly stroke her legs from bottom to top.

Only then did people realize that the thighs, which didn't appear thick from the outside, were actually quite firm,
round, and sexy. Many people unconsciously clenched their legs and inhaled deeply.

The young officer started from the base of the tear, cutting back to the waistband, caressing everything as he peeled the woman's firm buttocks from her trousers. He then cut the silk strip horizontally from behind, completely exposing
her buttocks . Due to her martial arts training, her buttocks were much fuller than those of girls her age; two round, smooth were tightly pressed together, forming a deep groove that extended between her legs. Feng Wanyu felt the final humiliation approaching again, but before that, she would suffer some more torment. He grabbed her buttocks from behind and squeezed hard. She felt her buttocks deform and forced apart. She heard the man's heavy breathing behind her and the moans of the onlookers. She knew they were admiring her anus, and their admiration for her genitals was not far off. Sure enough, the hook knife snagged the belt and waistband from behind, and the surrounding crowd suddenly fell silent.

The silence was so profound you could hear a pin drop. Everyone held their breath, waiting for
the moment the woman's most vulnerable parts would be exposed.

The waistband of her trousers tightened behind her, pulled by the hook, and Feng Wanyu seemed to hear the sound of silk threads being
cut . She felt her heart stop beating abruptly; she wished
it would stop forever, so she would be spared the further humiliation. But she was in despair. After a brief resistance
, the waistband snapped with a "thud," and the only piece of silk still covering her body fell down from her lower abdomen
.

Two unconnected groins finally met between the young woman's legs,
revealing a small tuft of dark pubic hair. Beneath the sparse pubic hair, a deep crevice was faintly visible.

Suddenly, a thunderous cheer erupted in the arena, all eyes focused on the captive's dark pubic
hair.

She felt that everything had lost its meaning, so she loosened her tightly clenched thighs, letting the tattered
silk trousers slip down between her legs. She gave up resisting; even if she were untied now, she wouldn't
struggle anymore, for she felt she was already dead.

The junior officer took three small wind chimes from his men, each with a thin
silk thread . He turned her around and tied one to each of her nipples, then tied the second to her
pubic hair. A gentle breeze blew, and the wind chimes swayed softly, making a tinkling sound.

Two soldiers, following the junior officer's instructions, came over, each grabbing one of the woman's slender ankles and
untying her bound big toes. Someone handed her a bamboo pole about two feet long, hollowed out, with
a thin rope threaded through the middle and nooses at both ends. They re-latched her big toes with the rope
, tightened it, and then released her. Her legs were now spread apart by the bamboo pole,
hanging there like the character "大" (da). Because of the limited height, people couldn't freely view the area between her legs.

The junior officer called over two soldiers, one carrying a tin funnel and the other a metal kettle
and a small packet of medicine.

"Gentlemen," the junior officer said, "tomorrow we'll confine this female rebel before subjecting her to slow
slicing. We're afraid she'll get diarrhea from fright, so today we'll give her some laxatives to clean her up. If you want to see, just wait patiently
here . In less than half an hour, she'll have diarrhea for you to see."

"Fine!"

Feng Wanyu cursed upon hearing this, but she had no chance to struggle. The two
soldiers dragged her over, shoved the large funnel into her mouth, and then forced the medicine and a large kettle of cold water down her throat
, causing her previously flat stomach to swell.

Feng Wanyu was hoisted even higher, nearly ten feet off the ground. She could clearly see the crowded
people in the distance and understood that people could now see her naked body from miles away. Even more
humiliating was the sight of her legs being spread apart by the bamboo sticks, exposing all her secrets to the crowd standing nearby.
She felt as if she had committed a grave sin, yet she still stubbornly sneered, unable to meet the lustful
gazes of the onlookers.

The woman swayed slowly like a pendulum on the high tripod,
rotating along her body's longitudinal axis, displaying her entire being to the audience in all directions. Occasionally, she would glance at their eyes and listen
to their whispers, her heart filled with doubt. She didn't understand. Wasn't the Taiping Rebellion
meant from the Qing dynasty? Wasn't she fighting for them? Why weren't they grateful
, but instead mocked, cursed, and even humiliated her? How could she know how the government described the Taiping
Army to the people, and how could she know that the Taiping Army had indeed ravaged many areas?

Slowly, she felt her bloated stomach subside, but her bladder swelled up, and
her stomach began to rumble, with waves of increasingly intense pain. She knew the pain and the resulting swelling,
and she knew it was something she couldn't resist, but she persevered, hoping for a miracle.

(IV)

Some in the crowd noticed her change, because her slight struggles seemed very
strange.

Those standing nearby could look up at Feng Wanyu's lower body from below. Most of the girl's pubic hair was concentrated on her mons pubis,
with less hair on her labia, which was slightly brownish. Her labia majora were very thick and tightly closed,
with only a thin slit in the middle, much like a red peach. Her two plump
buttocks were clenched tightly, making her anus completely blocked, while her labia majora trembled and contracted towards the center.
Only a very few understood that Feng Wanyu was currently waging a desperate struggle against the urge to defecate.

She felt her lower abdomen swell so much it felt like it was about to burst, a sour sensation spreading down to
her urethra , while feces were blocking her anus. She forced herself to contract her anus,
but this only brought increasingly intense aches and squeezes.

She didn't know how long she held on, only that her efforts finally couldn't overcome the laxative's
effects, and a gush of hot fluid was forced out of her still tightly contracted anus.

The first spectator to see it shouted, "Hey! She pooped! She pooped!" Immediately, many others
shouted excitedly.

Feng Wanyu knew it was all over. She suddenly relaxed her tense sphincter, releasing everything she had been holding in
for so long .

This time, however, someone suffered. Although the soldiers had erected wooden barriers around the area, keeping the crowd outside the
tripod, Feng Wanyu's incontinence gushed out like a fountain. At first, the feces were formed, but in an
instant, they turned into watery diarrhea.

The rapidly gushing liquid sprayed out with a "plop" sound, quickly atomizing into tiny droplets. Just
then, a gust of wind blew by, and a dozen or so people downwind were thoroughly drenched in the liquid, feeling both disgusted and foul-smelling, and immediately cried
out in alarm.

These individuals weren't entirely unprepared, but unfortunately, those behind them, eager to satisfy their
curiosity , pushed forward, making
it impossible for those in front to retreat. They could only watch helplessly as the substance rained down on them.

The cries of these unfortunate souls were met with gleeful laughter from the others. Feng Wanyu, initially feeling immense shame at
being forced to defecate in public, understood what was happening after hearing the shouts and laughter of the crowd below.
However, she couldn't help but giggle, which infuriated the unfortunate men, who cursed incessantly and
threw clods of dirt at the female general hanging in mid-air.

As Feng Wanyu relaxed, her clenched buttocks slightly parted, revealing a pale pink anus
. However, this time, the onlookers, fearing another drenching, dared not get too close and could only watch
from afar , resulting in a much less clear view.

After four or five bowel movements, the liquid gushing from the girl's anus began to drip in turn. Her face turned from
fair to and she broke out in a cold sweat. The junior officer, feeling it was enough, ordered her to be lowered and
given opium water, a highly effective anti-diarrheal medicine at the time.

About half an hour after the medicine, Feng Wanyu stopped having diarrhea, but her energy was indeed much lower.
As the saying goes, even a hero can't withstand three bouts of diarrhea!

They hung Feng Wanyu up again for a display.

Seeing that nothing new was coming up for the time being, the audience began to murmur again:

"Hey, brother, I just heard they're going to put this female thief in confinement first. What's this confinement?"

"I don't know. Does anyone know?"

Nobody had ever heard of it. Of course, it was an ancient form of punishment,
not even mentioned in the laws of the Ming and Qing dynasties, so how would ordinary people know?

Of course, there were exceptions among the crowd. Wasn't there a young scholar named Wu? He was widely recognized as the most learned person
in the area , so everyone naturally pinned their hopes on him.

"This confinement punishment, like castration, is a form of punishment used on women," Wu the scholar actually knew.

"Stop nitpicking! We've never heard of 'castration' or 'pulling out' before. We're illiterate
, can't you just explain it clearly?"

"Oh dear, I mustn't say that, it's an insult to our literary knowledge!"

"Alright, Scholar Wu, stop with the literary stuff. You're just spouting nonsense; we won't understand a word. It
's all pointless."

"Exactly, exactly, can't you just speak plainly?"

"Fine, castration for men is called 'pulling out,' and for women it's called 'seclusion.' It's a form of castration." "

Just say castration, right? Wait a minute! Men have that thing, so they can be castrated, but women are
bald down there, so what are they castrated for?"

"Well… for many years, this has been a secret technique passed down through generations of executioners. It's
not , so I, your student, don't know."

"Just say you don't know. All that fancy stuff is too much trouble."

After asking around, no one could give a clear answer. All they knew was that if it was castration, it would have to be done on the woman's lower body
—that alone was enough.
What ?

Around dusk, the crowd gradually dispersed, preparing to go home for dinner. The Qing soldiers, fearing
they had hung Feng Wanyu too long and she wouldn't be able to withstand the torture the next day, moved the eight-immortal table back over, put her down, and made
her stand on it with her feet. They also found a tattered burlap sack to wrap around her waist, lest
she get sick in the cold night and be too weak to be cut.

Although the people had all gone home, few slept well, their minds filled with worry about what punishment the woman would receive
the next day . They weren't bloodthirsty people; they were simply
busy making a living year after year, day after day. Watching killings was a rare treat, and witnessing the dismemberment of a beautiful woman was a
once-in-a-lifetime event. How could they be blamed?

It wasn't just the common people who didn't sleep well; the female general Feng Wanyu also didn't sleep well, because she could
only stand on the octagonal table all night, barely
able to move except for slightly twisting her tired waist and laboriously shifting her feet.

In addition, there were the government troops responsible for the execution the next day. They spent the whole night thinking about how to make
the execution more perfect, how to fully demonstrate the difference of killing a woman, how to
make her suffer unbearably without making her die too gruesome, otherwise wouldn't it be a waste of a beautiful body?

—

(V)

The anxious people had already crowded around the execution ground before dawn, many of whom hadn't left
since . Hunger was commonplace for these people, so no one
fainted. The government troops weren't in a hurry. They slept and ate their fill before arriving, by which time the sun was already
peeking over the distant rooftops.

The executioners weren't from the prefectural government, but rather selected from among the participating troops. The
junior officer was the chief executioner. They had removed their uniforms, leaving them shirtless, wearing only trousers and shoes,
covered by a large apron and shoe covers—a typical butcher's appearance. The first thing they did upon arriving was to
remove Feng Wanyu from the tripod, force her to kneel on the octagonal table, and then tightly bind her arms behind her back. Having been bound for
half a day and a night, and suffering from diarrhea, Feng Wanyu was weak and numb. Even with her exceptional martial arts skills, she
was now helpless, forced to remain bound.

With her hands bound, the executioners tied the remaining rope twice above and below her breasts, then
tied the four strands together between them, perfectly separating the girl's breasts and making them appear even more sensual and
prominent.

What followed was exhilarating. The poor girl was dragged to her feet,
and the five executioners removed their aprons, taking turns standing on the octagonal table, holding her close. They
rubbed her delicate body against their own, their large hands encircling her slender waist,
sliding up and down her waist and buttocks in front of everyone, grabbing her buttocks roughly,
exposing her anus intermittently.

Although they didn't rape her, Feng Wanyu clearly felt the hard objects between their legs pressing
against her pubic hair, rubbing against her, planting an extreme sense of humiliation in her heart.

After having played with Feng Wanyu's body, the junior officer held the wind chime tied to her nipple in his hand, a malicious smile spreading across
his face . "This thing isn't securely tied like this, let's make it more secure.

" "Okay!" several executioners echoed. They forced her back to her knees on the table and
held to prevent her from moving. Immediately, one of the executioners pushed over a handcart they had brought, on which...
There was a small coal stove, a pair of small pliers, a long awl, and a bunch of short chains made of thin copper wire.

The junior officer picked up the half-foot-long awl, heated the tip in the fire until it was red-hot, and then brought it close to Feng Wanyu from
the front . Seeing those things, Feng Wanyu understood what he was going to do. She twisted in fear,
but an executioner grabbed her chin from behind, fixing her head to his thigh, rendering her upper body
immobile .

The junior officer pinched one of Feng Wanyu's small, red nipples and pierced the awl
horizontally .

"Sizzle—" A wisp of smoke rose from Feng Wanyu's chest, emitting the stench of burning flesh.

"Ah—, ah—, ah—." Feng Wanyu screamed, her muscles convulsing, her beautiful
face contorted in pain.

The silk thread that had been tied to her nipple had snapped, and the wind chime fell into the junior officer's hand.

Seeing that the awl had pierced the girl's nipple, the junior officer removed it and put it back in the furnace. He then picked up a pair of
pliers and a copper wire chain, and amidst Feng Wanyu's screams, he
threaded the semi-circular ring at the end of the chain through the pierced flesh, clamping it tightly with the pliers. He then attached the fallen wind chime to the other end of the short chain, this time securing it firmly
to the girl's nipple; it wouldn't easily fall off unless her nipple was ripped off.

He then used the awl to pierce Feng Wanyu's other nipple as well, attaching
another .

This was the first time the people had witnessed such torture, and hearing Feng Wanyu's agonizing screams, many
felt their hearts tremble.

They laid Feng Wanyu on her back, one person holding down her upper body while the others bent her legs
, pulling her knees apart.

Although Feng Wanyu's genitals were exposed when she was hanging in mid-air, her
labia , so no one could see her vagina. Now, laid down on the octagonal table
with her legs spread wide, her labia slightly parted, barely revealing her thin
labia .

The junior officer wasn't satisfied; he called over a guard and ordered him to
separate the girl's labia majora and minora, exposing her dry but tender vulva. Wanyu gasped for breath,
her anus twitching intermittently.

The officer first removed the bell from her pubic hair, then picked up the red-hot awl again. Before the awl even touched her skin, the burning sensation was already felt in her sensitive genitals, and Feng Wanyu screamed

in terror again . "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah—" The awl pierced her vulva, making a large hole in her clitoris. The clitoris is a woman's most sensitive area, and Feng Wanyu fainted from the pain. They poured a bowl of cold water over her head, and Feng Wanyu woke up. The excruciating pain still tormented her, and she let out a series of groans. Seeing she was awake, the junior officer fastened the third short chain to her clitoris, and Feng Wanyu fainted again . Few people in the provincial capital had ever seen the wooden donkey; they had only heard of it in detective novels, never actually seen it, and certainly never witnessed its power. When that adulterous woman was executed by slow slicing, because no one in the area had ever seen such a torture device, and the carpenters in the city were not skilled enough to make such an ingenious mechanism, they simply nailed two long benches to an oxcart, had the adulterous woman ride on the benches, and then had a yamen runner sit beside the cart, using a broom to repeatedly stab her vagina. The adulterous woman screamed in pain from the broom, but the yamen runner was also exhausted; after parading her through the streets for half a day, four yamen runners took turns. The situation remained unchanged; in such a short time, they hadn't managed to create a wooden donkey. However, this did nothing to deter the soldiers, who delighted in torturing people. They found a plow, removed the plowshare, thinned the handle, and harnessed an ox to pull it to the execution ground. First, they untied the ropes binding Feng Wanyu's toes, removed the bamboo poles, put shoes on her, and then lifted her up, placing her vulva against the plow handle. The thick plow handle immediately ruptured her hymen, and Feng Wanyu screamed again, blood slowly flowing down the handle. When her feet touched the ground, the plow handle was neither too high nor too low, just about half a foot deep into her vagina. The soldiers shouted, and the onlookers made way for a narrow alley. The ox, urged slowly walked from the alley towards the city gate, while the beautiful female general was dragged along by the plow handle, swaying and staggering behind. Despite lacking any mechanism, this plow's swaying on the uneven dirt road was no less painful than that of a wheeled wooden donkey. Moreover, its irregularity actually amplified Feng Wanyu 's suffering. Sweat soon beaded on her face, yet she had no choice but to follow behind the old ox, allowing the passersby to admire her fair body. The wind chimes strung on her body with copper chains jingled irregularly against her breasts and the plow handle . Each step, forced apart, required a strenuous effort to maintain balance, causing her slender waist and full buttocks to sway from side to side, making her soft curves even more sensual and alluring. — (VI) All morning, Feng Wanyu walked naked in front of the entire city. From time to time, hooligans and teenagers among the onlookers would reach out and pinch her buttocks, while others, unscrupulous as ever, would bend over and follow behind, prying open her anus, even inserting their fingers inside to probe it. Exhausted, Feng Wanyu finally returned to the execution ground. The tripod and wooden stakes used to strip her clothes the day before had been removed, leaving only the high execution platform. The governor and officials of all ranks were already seated opposite the platform, watching as Feng Wanyu was lifted from the plow and helped onto the platform, kneeling before the officials. She had lost all will to resist, only hoping for an early death, but in the hands of the government troops, death was not an easy thing. The execution ground was surrounded by people, at least several thousand, all staring wide-eyed at the female prisoner on the platform and the governor below. The scene was completely silent. "Thump! Thump! Thump!" Three cannon shots rang out, and the governor threw a lit token on the ground. "Execute!" a middle officer shouted. "Execute!" Hundreds of soldiers suppressing the execution ground responded in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

Feng Wanyu was unmoved by the shout; she had nothing left to fear. She looked up at the sky,
muttering prayers, hoping God would accept her into heaven.

The executioners brought the bamboo stick again, this time with a finger-thick hemp rope threaded through it. They bound
Feng Wanyu's knees with the rope, forcing her legs apart, then folded her lower legs
back and tied them to her thighs. Finally, they tied the bamboo stick in the middle with the rope, then looped it around her neck,
binding a ball of flesh. Then they turned her over and placed her on the ground, making her support
herself on her knees and shoulders, her round buttocks raised high, exposing her anus and genitals in the most conspicuous position.

The onlookers gaped, utterly astonished that such a dignified woman would be placed in such a posture;
they could never have imagined how the authorities intended to execute her.

Feng Wanyu knelt there, her face pressed tightly to the ground, feeling not only deeply ashamed and distressed, but also utterly bewildered as to
what the Qing devils intended to do to her.

A junior officer and two Qing soldiers, acting as executioners, surrounded her. One of them straddled Feng Wanyu's naked
body , facing her buttocks, holding up two bamboo chopsticks and displaying them to the surrounding crowd.

The crowd watched in bewilderment, whispering among themselves:

"What is this for? Can you kill someone with chopsticks?"

"Didn't you hear it's for confinement?"

"How can you confine someone with chopsticks?"

"Just look!"

The Qing soldier placed the two chopsticks in one hand, and with the other, he reached
down , parting her labia majora and minora to reveal her tender vulva.

"Wow! He's going to insert it there!"

The onlookers gasped, holding their breath, watching expectantly as the Qing soldier
inserted both chopsticks into the female general's vagina.

The junior officer also pulled out a similar bamboo chopstick and, imitating the Qing soldier, inserted it into the girl's reproductive
tract .

Then, the two of them worked together, simultaneously spreading the three chopsticks in three directions, actually
widening Feng Wanyu's vagina, which had been stretched and bled from the plowshare, into a triangular opening.

"Oh!" Feng Wanyu groaned in pain, and a gasp of surprise rose from the audience.

However, this was only the beginning.

The junior officer used his left hand to pry open the chopstick, while his right hand took another object from his assistant. It was
made of iron, about the thickness of a little finger and half a foot long, with three small hooks at the front, resembling an egg-sized anchor.

The junior officer slowly inserted the small iron anchor into Feng Wanyu's stretched-open vagina. Feng Wanyu couldn't see it, so
she didn't know what it was, only that it was iron and very cold. She shuddered, and her vagina involuntarily twitched
. But the object still went in, pushing all the way to the very back of her vagina.

The junior officer, feeling he had penetrated to the right depth, gently pulled back.

"Ouch!" Feng Wanyu suddenly screamed in agony as the three hooks of the anchor pierced
the inner wall of her vagina. A sharp pain shot through her, not as intense as when her clitoris was being pierced, but still unbearable.

The junior officer didn't care; he gave a signal, and the Qing soldier holding the chopsticks understood, handing him his two
chopsticks . The junior officer bundled the three chopsticks and the small anchor together and yanked
them out of the girl's vagina.

"Ah—haha—"

Feng Wanyu screamed in pain, the flesh around her anus contracting violently. Her vagina, stained with bright red
blood, was pulled out of her vagina, a two-inch-long section piling between her labia minora.

"My God! That's ruthless!" The onlookers were horrified, their legs trembling.

Not content with this, the executioners hooked the exposed vagina with a small hook, then inserted the small anchor
back into the vagina, this time pulling out the woman's uterus.

The junior officer tightly tied a silk thread to the base of the vagina to stop the bleeding, and attached another
wind chime to the thread.

This was the punishment of confinement, but only a part of it. True confinement involved removing the woman's
uterus. There were many ways to remove the uterus from the vagina, and
the method , many of which were designed to prevent the victim's death.

The Qing soldiers confined Feng Wanyu, and that wasn't all. They used the same method to hook Wanyu's rectum out of her
anus, tied it tightly with silk thread to stop the bleeding, and attached a wind chime.

Feng Wanyu was in excruciating pain! But before she could think of anything, the junior officer had already picked up a sharp knife and,
close to where the silk thread was tied, cut off her rectum and uterus.

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"Good!" Seeing that the female general had really been castrated, the crowd cheered like thunder.

Although her anus and vulva were now numb with pain, Feng Wanyu could still tell
that she had been castrated. The junior officer held up the two soft pieces that had been cut off and showed them to everyone,
then threw them down next to the female general's head with a "thud". Feng Wanyu looked at what was originally her woman's most
important thing and wanted to cry, but she didn't want to shed tears in front of Qing Yao, so she held back.

She was lifted up, the ropes were untied, and she was made to stand on her own. She felt very weak, and although they were
still on high alert, she had no intention of struggling at all.

A rope was looped from back to front under her armpits, wrapped twice around her arms, secured her wrists, and then pulled towards the tops of the wooden stakes
on either side , causing her arms to spread out like bird wings. Next, her ankles were also
tied and pulled apart, her entire body forming a giant "fire" shape, half-suspended above the platform, only her big
toes barely touching the surface.

"Witch, are you regretting it? If you are, I'll give you a quick death,"

the junior officer said, seeing the girl's slightly moist eyes, trying to entice her to submit.

Feng Wanyu truly wanted to die quickly. She knew that if she uttered a single word of betrayal against Heaven, he might really
stab her in the heart. At that moment, she truly wanted to beg them to spare her. But she immediately
felt ashamed of her thoughts. She ignored the junior officer, only gazing devoutly at the sky,
her lips trembling as she murmured, "Father, please forgive me. I shouldn't have wavered in my faith in You. You are my eternal Lord.
May You save my soul. Amen!"

None of the Qing soldiers present were members of the God Worshipping Society. Congregants of Western religions naturally wouldn't dare openly stare at
a woman's naked bottom, so none of them understood what she was saying. However, they at least knew she was praying.
The Qing soldiers were also quite superstitious; seeing her chanting, they assumed she was performing a spell. One soldier
exclaimed , "She's using witchcraft! Stop her!"

The junior officer, quick as a flash, grabbed her cheeks and forced her mouth open.

"Quick, pull her tongue out!" the junior officer shouted angrily, not daring to let go.

The Qing soldiers frantically searched for a hook or something similar, but where could they find one in such a hurry?

Feng Wanyu knew what he was going to do. Her cheeks were pinched painfully, and she couldn't close her mouth. She knew
it was only a matter of time; waiting slowly was worse than dying quickly, so she stuck out her tongue herself.

This time they had something to do. They quickly grabbed a small rope, tied it to the girl's tongue, one man
held her head from behind, and the other pulled hard, stretching her tongue out long.

"Ouch—" A scream rang out as the young officer severed the girl's tongue at the root, blood flowing
from .

Feng Wanyu's eyes rolled upwards in pain, unable to catch her breath for a long time.

The young officer took a white cloth and a small bottle of white medicine from a Qing soldier beside him, poured some onto the cloth,
and then stuffed it into her mouth.

"Ugh! Ugh!" The girl could only groan through her nose.

Her beautiful body continued to writhe on the platform, while the young officer moved behind her. A Qing soldier helped
spread apart her two snow-white, tender buttocks, and the young officer grabbed the rectum tied with the small rope, pulled, and with a swift cut of his right hand
, severed the rope. After a brief pause, blood slowly seeped from the severed rectum.

The junior officer twisted open the folded rectum with his hands, then pulled out the inner layer,
tied it with another small rope, and handed the end of the rope to a Qing soldier. The soldier took it and pulled it out. Amidst the woman's painful
trembling , a soft piece of intestine was pulled out of her anus.

"Good! Satisfying!" The onlookers were truly astonished that such a cruel method of disposing of a woman was used.
Human intestines are rarely seen, let alone that they had been pulled out and the woman was still alive.

The intestines are coiled inside the abdomen, and forcibly pulled out of the anus could easily become tangled and knotted inside.
Therefore, Feng Wanyu writhed and groaned in pain, her beautiful head shaking desperately. The Qing soldiers
felt a cruel satisfaction from her struggle. They pulled out all of her intestines, large and small, all the way to the back of the platform. When
the intestines finally stretched straight and stopped coming out, they knew they had done enough, and then they stopped and
cut the small rope that tied the end of the intestines.

The intense pain continued to torment the female general. She groaned, secretly resenting being born a woman.

Without intestines, the girl's stomach shrank, making her pubic bone, covered in pubic hair, stand out even more.

"Let's clean her intestines," the junior officer said. So, the white cloth in her mouth was removed, and regardless of the consequences,
a large, pre-prepared tin funnel was shoved inside. A Qing soldier behind her held her slender
neck with one hand and supported the funnel with the other, making it stand upright and deeply inserted into her esophagus. Feng Wanyu felt
nauseous, but with air coming out of her anus, she couldn't vomit, otherwise, she
might have choked to death.

—

(VIII)

A Qing soldier came up with several large tin cans and poured cold water into the funnel, while another Qing soldier below
began to pull the intestines down from her anus.

Under normal circumstances, water stays in a person's stomach for about twenty minutes. But when the intestines were straightened, the
flow became unobstructed, and cold water flowed directly out. The originally thin intestines were stretched taut by the water, forming
a bulge that moved rapidly downwards. Soon, a dark yellowish-black substance gushed out from the lower end of the intestines,
carrying a foul odor.

Feng Wanyu felt extremely uncomfortable, but with the funnel inserted directly into her esophagus, she couldn't scream.

The audience cheered; they had never seen anything like it before, and while their hearts pounded with fear, they were also extremely
excited.

When only clear water flowed out, the two large jugs of water had been emptied.

The Qing soldiers didn't stop. They continued to pour water into Feng Wanyu's mouth while tying
the outlet shut, then binding them section by section with thin rope. Water continued to flow into the intestines from above, stretching them
taut, and then being tied up piece by piece, just like an enema. Feng Wanyu herself couldn't see it, as
it was all done behind her back. She only knew that her stomach was painfully bloated, and water was flowing back up from her throat instead of going down
.

Only then did the Qing soldiers stop forcing water down her backside. The
rope

junior officer, who had taken a break, came over and cut her intestines off at her buttocks. Water flowed out again, tinged with blood. "What do we do next?" The junior officer had forgotten the procedure he had planned the night before.

"Boss, it's time for this." A Qing soldier showed the junior
officer .

"Oh! I remember now."

The junior officer said, squatting down and untying the half of Wanyu's vagina that was tied with rope, stuffing it back into her stomach, and
inserting the bamboo tube into her vagina. He then stuffed the protruding end of her intestines from her anus back into her stomach and
tied up the small piece of rectum that was sticking out again.

The Qing soldiers began to force-feed her water again, this time the water flowing directly into Wanyu's stomach from the severed end of her intestines. Wanyu's
stomach returned to its original full state, while the water flowed out from the bamboo tube that had penetrated her abdominal cavity.

After enduring nearly half an hour of torture, Feng Wanyu's body began to give way, mainly because
the icy water had caused her body temperature to drop too much, and her lips had turned purple.

Seeing that things were going badly, the Qing soldiers stopped. Fearing she would freeze to death, they quickly covered her with blankets and forced her to drink warm water.
After a series of frantic efforts, somehow, they actually managed to save her.

This time, they gagged her again to reduce the bleeding from her tongue.

The knife was in the young officer's hand. He gently patted Wanyu's stomach, which had shrunk back to its original size after the water had drained away,
and then pressed the sharp knife flat against the girl's snow-white breasts. The sharp knife brought a chill to the female general, and she
couldn't help but shiver, her body straightening up.

The blade slowly rubbed back and forth at the base of a pink nipple. Wanyu tried her best to appear brave, but...
Her face was throbbing with the urge to urinate, but thankfully, the ordeal had already caused her to urinate into the cold water and drain away; otherwise, she
couldn't guarantee she wouldn't have embarrassed herself in public.

The young officer casually added a little more force, and her nipple fell off the blade, dripping to the ground with blood.

Perhaps she was numb from the torture, for it took a long time before Feng Wanyu felt the pain, letting out a soft, melodious
"Mmm."

"Good! That's what we want!" The crowd below cheered for her courage and that beautiful moan of pain.

Wanyu lowered her head, looking with heartache at the loss of her beautiful red nipple on her full breasts, replaced by
a crimson spring. Then, the other breast was cut off as well.

She clenched her fists, her body twitching as if trying to curl up into a ball, but her limbs were held down by ropes, and as a result of her struggle,
only her two feet briefly left the ground.

She was filled with grief and indignation at losing her most alluring feature as a woman. She wanted to cry, but only her eyes reddened slightly;
they were dry and painful, and no tears fell. She was grateful that God hadn't allowed her to weep. With God
watching over her, she felt she could endure any pain.

The young officer placed the knife at the base of her nipple-less breast and plunged the tip deep upwards,
all the way to below the nipple. He then pulled the knife back and forth, cutting and circling the base of the breast
.

The woman's once-rounded limbs bulged with muscle from the intense spasms. A suppressed growl
escaped , but her eyes remained defiantly fixed on the sky.

The two breasts were placed side-by-side on a rectangular tray, the nipples also removed and placed inside.
Soon, they would be sent to the governor and the other officials overseeing the execution for inspection.

—

(IX)

Feng Wanyu stood on the platform, two large holes in her chest. Blood flowed down her snow-white belly into
the black pubic hair between her legs, then dripped from the tips of the downward-growing pubic hairs on her labia to the ground.

The junior officer stood aside, drank a few sips of water handed to him from below the platform, and two Qing soldiers who had helped him took over his
work.

The two men, each with a knife, stood on either side of her and then cut into her round shoulders,
severing her deltoid muscles in several cuts.

Next, they cut open her tied rectum again, stuffed it back into her body, and from the outside, it looked
no different from before the operation. Then, each of them stabbed her anus hard.

Feng Wanyu felt a sharp pain coming from below and groaned softly.

The Qing soldiers started from the female general's buttocks, cutting open her snow-white buttocks from bottom to top.
As they lifted the flesh upwards until her buttocks were completely severed, leaving two large pieces of muscle on
a tray, placed alongside her breasts.

Compared to anal penetration, the pain of cutting the buttocks was probably less, so although the cutting was done slowly
, Feng Wanyu bit down hard on the white cloth in her mouth, refusing to groan.

Next came the crucial procedure. The junior officer, after a short rest, returned to the stage. Standing before Feng Wanyu, he
first removed the bamboo tube, gently touched her pale but still beautiful face, and then
plunged .

This time, she couldn't help but groan; the pain made her eyes roll back, and she almost fainted.

The audience below suddenly fell silent; they had never seen what the inside of a human abdomen looked like before.

The young officer's knife was double-edged. He inserted it into the girl's vagina, pushing it open from front to back,
splitting her perineum and connecting her anus and vagina. He then pulled it back, severing Feng Wanyu's genitals in two,
cutting all the way down to her heart.

Of course, people couldn't see the intestines spilling out, as they had already been pulled out
and cut away through her anus. Without sufficient abdominal pressure, the cut only created a
small slit in the skin's elasticity. Therefore, two assistants had to use iron hooks to pull the girl's abdomen apart.

Her stomach was empty; only about a foot long of intestines remained. The most clearly visible part was the large
liver, followed by the deflated stomach.

The young officer pulled the internal organs out of the woman's abdomen piece by piece. With each piece removed, Feng Wanyu trembled,
but she could no longer groan.

Blood gushed from the severed internal arteries like a fountain, pooling in the pelvic cavity before
flowing down between her legs through the gaping wound. The once lively female general began to dazed; though her
muscles still twitched, her head drooped limply, and she fell silent.

The audience could see that Feng Wanyu was dying, and they felt a deep sense of regret, for in their minds,
the dismemberment could have been longer.

An assistant took a sewing needle, heated it, and then inserted it into her philtrum.

"Ugh—" Feng Wanyu shook her head desperately, regaining consciousness, but she lacked the strength to lift it.
It was only by the Qing soldiers behind her, who grabbed her hair, that her face was lifted into view.

People saw a face contorted in agony. Although they hadn't heard her scream, just from
that face, they knew how horrific the torture she had endured was.

"Alright, you've done it! We'll send you to the Western Paradise now," the junior officer said.

Feng Wanyu struggled to open her eyes and look at him. He couldn't understand what her expression meant, but then,
she suddenly smiled.

The junior officer felt incredibly mocked. Her body was almost completely mutilated; how could she still smile?

Helplessly, he reached his hand into the large hole in her stomach, pried open her diaphragm, and grabbed her
heart.

It was still beating, and he gripped it tightly.

Suddenly, her eyes widened, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath, then
her eyes rolled upwards, and her head drooped again.

Feng Wanyu's head was severed and hung on the flagpole in front of the city gate; her mutilated body remained on the platform, her
breasts, nipples, buttocks, and internal organs, examined through torture, displayed on a tray beside the platform. Her

intestines, tied into small sections with rope, hung at the corner of the platform. The officials who had been supervising the execution
had barely left when the intestines were removed and placed on the ground, stomped on piece by piece, the popping sounds like
stomping on fish bladders, inevitably wetting their shoes.

For a long time, the people relished the female general's beauty and discussed the cruelty of the slow slicing,
making the most talked-about topic in the provincial capital.

Those who loved excitement soon had another spectacle to watch, but this time it was the Taiping rebels who had stormed the provincial capital.
Except for the governor, who escaped alone, all the other officials and their families became prisoners.

The Taiping rebels showed no mercy to those who killed them, so several officials and their families were bound and
executed by slow slicing outside the city gates.

That day, the people of the provincial capital still flocked to watch the spectacle. Although the Taiping rebels' methods of dismemberment were not as sophisticated as
the government troops' —a living person was quickly torn to pieces—the scene was still quite gruesome. In fact,
the greatest pleasure the people derived from it was not the cruelty and bloodshed. Just as interested as watching Feng Wanyu being dismembered, they were even more interested in
the officials' families being executed. The officials lived lavishly, and their wives were also well-bred. The seven or eight
plump, shapely concubines and several delicate young ladies were stripped naked, their flesh as white as lotus roots and
as tender as scallions, their heavy breasts exposed, revealing tufts of dark pubic hair. On the execution ground,
one by one, naked beauties had their breasts cut off and their genitals slashed open, blood flowing freely, their cries of agony filling the air—
what !

Unfortunately, their spectacle was short-lived. When the government troops returned, the rebels had held the city for seven or
eight months , and the government forces suffered tens of thousands of casualties before finally recapturing the provincial capital. Once inside, the crazed soldiers treated all the city's inhabitants as
rioters, indiscriminately slaughtering them, rivers of blood flowing. Young women, of course, were not spared. Although
they were laid naked in the streets, posed in various lewd positions, no one stopped to
admire them anymore.

[The End]

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