"Charge!" Liu Zhenhan commanded, pointing both arms forward. A group of Summer Palace Warriors rushed in. Before they arrived, their spears and arrows did, knocking down a swath of the enemy—all who remained were trapped with nowhere to flee. A few desperate resisters were swiftly knocked to the ground, and the Bimon warriors grabbed their limbs and with a couple of swings, tossed them high into the sky. Soon, the sound of thuds echoed from afar as bodies crashed to the ground.
Liu Zhenhan picked up a nail rake from the ground and inspected it closely. The craftsmanship was quite good; the handle was made of jujube wood, exuding the dark red hue of aged, dried blood.
"String them up like salted fish!" he commanded, drawing his dagger and carving a sloping angle into the handle of the nail rake, revealing an unmatched sharp point.
A few of the girls moved ahead, unable to watch any longer.
Stringing up like salted fish was a very tough way to die.