As soon as the man finished speaking, Nie Yun kicked him in the face. Even though the man's face was covered in blood, he was still laughing wildly, which made the other soldiers present grip their weapons in anger.
"My lord, kill these scumbags and use them as a sacrifice for the flag!"
"Yes, sir, they are far too arrogant. Kill them to avenge our fallen brothers!"
The soldiers around them were so excited that they even had the urge to take action themselves, completely unaware that there were thousands of refugees nearby watching the scene with a sense of amusement.
Lu Tu waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet: "I am the butcher and they are the fish on the chopping block. Why are you all being provoked by them? Isn't dying easy? I'll make it difficult for them to die even if they want to."
After hearing Lu Tu's reminder, everyone, including Nie Yun and Liu Hong, realized that they had inadvertently fallen into the other party's trap while torturing him.
If this matter is not handled properly, not only will the soldiers under his command lose their prestige, but even Lu Tu might lose his authority.
The soldiers present had absolute trust in Lü Tu. They had been led by the nose because Lü Tu was ill and absent, and because they wanted to force him to reveal his secrets.
Seven deep pits were quickly dug out. Lu Tu waved his hand and said, "Keep your heads out, and bury the rest."
The seven men struggled and shouted, "Don't fucking touch me! I can jump myself. So what if I'm buried alive? My head will be bruised and battered. Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
It must be said that these seven men were indeed tough, and they actually followed the man's instructions and jumped into the pit, letting the angry soldiers bury their bodies with soil.
The refugees in the distance watched this scene with gloating eyes, as if they wanted to see a joke played on them.
In the local perception of Wuchuan, death is not so terrible, after all, it is difficult for people to live long. But if a person is willing to die, no matter what heinous things he has done, others will look up to him.
This fallacy is completely different for Lü Tu. No matter how tough an enemy is, he is still an enemy. He will never admire someone just because they are tough, and will not go easy on them.
The best way to torture them would be to cut open their skulls and pour mercury into them, but they don't have any mercury right now.
Sun Kuang handed over a long sword: "Brother, will you do it yourself or should I do it?"
Lu Tu pointed at the man who had been laughing the loudest earlier: "Cut his scalp open and send someone to fetch excrement from the latrine!"
"Huh?" The men buried in the pit were stunned for a moment after hearing this, then they couldn't help but curse: "A scholar can be killed but not humiliated! You dare to throw excrement at me? I, Lai Dinglong, am not afraid of you!"
Lu Tu spat out disdainfully, "You're nothing but a brainless idiot."
Seeing Sun Kuang slowly walking towards him with a knife in hand, Lai Dinglong forced himself to maintain his composure and yelled at Sun Kuang, "Come on! Give me a good haircut. I didn't expect that after killing your men, someone would still serve me. This is really great!"
Sun Kuang's hand holding the knife trembled slightly with anger. He wanted to slit Lai Dinglong's throat with a single stroke, but given Lü Tu's orders, he had no choice but to obey.
Although his swordsmanship was not as precise as Lü Tu's, it was still among the best of everyone present.
Everyone present only saw a flash of light before their eyes, and Lai Dinglong himself didn't even realize it was over before it was over.
Only then did Lai Dinglong realize that a lot of blood was flowing down his forehead, into his eyes and mouth. The taste of blood stimulated Lai Dinglong, making him seem like a madman: "Awesome, haha, it's fucking awesome! Lu Tu, is that all you've got? Then why are you bragging to me like that, calling yourself the God of War of Wuchuan?"
Lu Tu waved for Sun Kuang to continue, and only after the scalps of all seven men had been cut open did the manure carrier arrive.
"Pour feces into their scalps!"
Upon hearing this, Lai Dinglong and the others completely lost their temper and shouted, "Lu Tu, I'll fuck your mother!"
"If you've got the guts, then give me some real power. What kind of hero are you, disgusting me with this filthy stuff?"
Lu Tu smiled wickedly: "Didn't you just say that I'm not the God of War of Wuchuan? Then I shouldn't be a hero in your eyes in the first place."
Upon hearing Lü Tu's almost shameless words, Lai Dinglong understood. He knew that Lü Tu was a ruthless character who was ten times more troublesome than all the guys who had tortured him before combined.
He was contemplating how to commit suicide to end his humiliation. The only thought that came to mind was biting his tongue. Lai Dinglong swallowed hard.
Lu Tu raised his chin at him: "Do you want to bite your tongue and commit suicide? But you'd better be decisive. Biting your tongue doesn't necessarily kill you immediately, but if you bite a big enough wound, you might bleed to death. However, this will give me enough time to torture you."
Lai Dinglong suffered a double blow to his body and mind from Lü Tu, and could no longer maintain his tough demeanor. He was already somewhat delirious.
"Lu Tu, you fucking have guts! I give up, just promise me a quick death and I'll tell you everything!"
Lu Tu waved his hand: "What right do you have to negotiate with me, Lu Tu? I'll torture you, you stubborn bastard, until you're completely broken, and your companions will naturally be too scared to tell me. Dump me with excrement!"
Lai Dinglong panicked completely. He didn't expect that Lu Tu was not only good at fighting and killing, but also had a deep understanding of human nature ever since Lu Tu arrived here.
From beginning to end, Lü Tu maintained the initiative, unlike Nie Yun and others who were made timid and hesitant by Lai Dinglong and his group.
A ladle of excrement was poured into the crack on Lai Dinglong's head. He only felt a cold liquid flowing directly from his brow into his forehead.
Then it overflowed from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, followed by the stench.
Humans are naturally averse to filth, and even the toughest man is somewhat afraid of it, let alone having it poured over his head so he can't even see it!
This scene shocked not only Lai Dinglong's seven accomplices standing nearby, but also the refugees who had originally intended to watch the spectacle from afar. They stood up in shock, their expressions contorted as if a ladle of excrement had been poured into their mouths.
Fecal matter cannot replace mercury. When mercury is injected into the human body and comes into contact with flesh and blood, it will cause unbearable itching, just like in Stephen Chow's movies in the previous life, where it suddenly bursts out.
But the beauty of this excrement lies in its disgusting nature; it can not only cause severe infection to Lai Dinglong, but also inflict a tremendous psychological attack on him!
Lai Dinglong, who was originally a tough and resolute man, broke down in tears, looking as helpless as a child who had just lost his father. His face was covered in pimples from a mixture of tears, snot, and excrement.
"I was wrong, Lord Lü. We are Zhao Wuyou's men from Huai Shuo."
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