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An amazing number of soldiers are slain by arrows.  Lots of sword play as well.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v4jLR_Nyp6A

     He was the one responsible.  Having been the office in charge of the cavalry unit that had massacred their main village, he had made the mistake of camping too closeby.  In the darkness of the night, the Comanche snuck into their camp and captured all of his men. 

     The natives were in no mood for mercy.  They strung the young captain up by his hands and stripped him of his clothes.  They made him watched as each of his soldiers were brutally murdered in front of him.  

     Some were gutted, some were impaled through the gut with spears, some had their throats slit.  Blood soaked the sand where each one was butchered.  The lucky ones were killed quickly with a blade to the heart or a hatchet swiftly removing their scalp.  Others would have to writhe in the pain of their mortal wounds until succumbing to the loss of blood.

     The captain could do nothing but watch the terror his men had to endure and only wonder what the natives had in store for him.   The last three of his men, a lieutenant and two sergeants, were knelt down in front of him.  The chiefs approached with the army-issued pistols that these men had once carried.  At point blank, the emptied the rounds into the men's chests.  Blood spurt from their bodies as they died unceremoniously.  The high chief then turned towards the captain.

     He waved and a young indian girl approached his side.  It was considered an extreme dishonor to be killed by a woman.  She pulled back the string of the bow and in a single heart, pierced the captain straight through the chest.

It happens at 43:42 mins. I love it when guys gut themselves with their own knives. 

Brave Young Dudes - Families on hard times. Ready to “OPT OUT” & be GUT tortured to death in front of a crowd. Their families will be payed according to HOW WELL they die. GUT UP & let the Gut Torture BEGIN!!

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   Well, well, well...... 
     There he was, the majestic warrior.  I had sought for many years to have him join my army, but all was for naught.  He said he would never support me in my evil ways.  

     After failing to provide my armies with ample food, I ordered the children of the farmers to be taken.  They were to be reared by my soldiers to become part of my fighting force.  

     This powerful warrior thought I was being unjust.  He had led the weak peasants in their rebellion.  Being a great warrior, he should have known they fought in vain.

     So, there he was.  After having killed scores of my soldiers, he knew that he was the one I wanted most of all.  Though he could fight, he could not protect all of his pathetic ramble of so-called soldiers.  My horde slew them by the hundreds.  Only he was untouchable.

     I had decided, out of the kindness of my heart, to make a deal that I knew he could never refuse.  The deal was this, if he would surrender and join my army, I would return to children to the peasants and their lives would be spared.

     I was surprised when they came out in front of my castle.  The great, mighty warrior agreed to the terms and surrendered himself to spare his people.  I graciously accepted his sword and my men strung him between two poles and gagged in front of all the people.

     In a loud voice, I said, for all of the people to hear.  "You have proven yourself a mighty warrior in battle.  You have proven your loyalty to the people.  You are indeed a great man, a far better man than even I...........  But, you are also a naive fool."  I then, ordered my men to kill all of the villagers.

     The young warrior writhed and struggled in his binds, but could do nothing as the shrieks and screams of his people echoed throughout the valley.

     I placed one hand on his muscular chest.  I could feel his heart pounding forcefully against his sternum.  I slid his own sword deep into his gut until the hilt pressed against his wash-board abs.  His muscular form shook and quivered from the penetrating blade.  His yells and screams were muffled by the gags.  

     The young men had been holed up in the fortress for some time.  Vastly outnumbered by the enemy horde, they were running low on ammunition.  They knew the once the enemy had breached the main gate, they had only one chance of escape and that was over the back wall.  Five of the strongest guys, led by the rusty blonde, linked arms and had the others climb over them to their escape and safety.  

     As soon as the evil horde saw them, they let loose the strings of their bows.  The arrows pierced into their young, muscular frames.  Cries and shrieks of pain echoed across the courtyard as the young men strained.  A few fell from atop the wall, others while still climbing.  

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