Yang Zhi's face was ashen, knowing that Gao Qiu intended to make an example of him and had long prepared for this.
Struggling to lift his head, he roared with resentment, "Gao Qiu, you frame the loyal and virtuous, you will not die a good death!"
Gao Qiu sternly shouted, "Insolent scoundrel, at death's door and still defiant. Gag this criminal's mouth, take him down and execute him, use his blood to consecrate my battle flag!"
The axeman wrapped a rope around Yang Zhi's mouth, dragged him out of the military tent, and headed toward the General Platform.
Along the way, various generals came to watch, discussing among themselves.
The guards Yang Zhi brought saw this and hurriedly galloped back to report the news.
The axemen pinned Yang Zhi down on the General Platform. These men, all elites brought by Gao Qiu, with savage strength, pressed Yang Zhi so hard he couldn't move.
