Take the warehouse back to the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 509 The heroic soul rests in peace

Huang Taiji felt as if he had fallen into an abyss, bloody Ming soldiers were everywhere, and endless wailing was everywhere.

Fear enveloped Huang Taiji's whole body, Huang Taiji had never felt this kind of feeling, and he had never felt this kind of feeling before.

"Huh, huh, huh!" In the middle of the night, Huang Taiji woke up suddenly. He looked at the moon hanging in the sky and broke out in a cold sweat.

He kept panting heavily, and then looked around vigilantly.

Suddenly, an inconspicuous cry sounded, echoing in the dark night.

Huang Taiji's hairs exploded, and he hurriedly looked in the direction of the crying sound.

However, the crying disappeared quickly, as if it had never appeared before.

Huang Taiji let out a long breath, and leaned against the railing of the prison car again, wrapping his clothes tightly together.

The cry came from Fan Wencheng. At this time, Fan Wencheng was lying in the prison car, beating the ground of the prison car non-stop.

He wailed in despair, "Why? Why is all of this? Why is my life so hard? I just want to get ahead, I just want to get ahead, what's wrong with that? Why did I end up like this, Zhao Wen, Zhao Wen, I hate you, I hate you."

Historically, traitors can always find countless reasons for themselves to prove that their actions are correct, and Fan Wencheng is the same.

Regardless of the fact that Fan Wencheng has been imprisoned by Zhao Wen, Fan Wencheng still feels that he has done nothing wrong.

People like Fan Wencheng, even if they die, will not realize their mistakes.

Fan Wencheng lay in the prison car again, looking at the bright moonlight in the sky, his whole body was as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

The night became more and more serious, and the night wind kept fluttering on the ground, blowing the surrounding woods.

The leaves rustled in the dark night, Fan Wencheng tossed and turned, with thick dark circles under his eyes, he couldn't sleep all the time.

When the sun rose again, a smell of meat came from afar.

Fan Wencheng was sitting in the prison car, looking at the direction the scent was coming from, his stomach growling non-stop.

Fan Wencheng hadn't had a proper meal for several days, and at this moment he was extremely hungry.

Although Fan Wencheng himself is really not in the mood to eat, but under the instinctive trend, especially with the current fragrance, Fan Wencheng really can't bear it.

Not long after, a dozen soldiers carrying wooden barrels came over.

When these people passed by Fan Wencheng, a soldier took out a heated can and placed it in front of Fan Wencheng.

At this time, Fan Wencheng didn't care about anything else, and he didn't care about scalding his mouth, so he just grabbed the can and started to gobble it up.

At this time, the things that Zhao Wen had ordered were almost done, and Mao Wenlong and the others had also been selected from the general's Ye He department.

The Yehe tribe is one of the four tribes of the Haixi Jurchen. Compared with the Jianzhou Jurchen, the Haixi Jurchen cannot compare with the Jianzhou Jurchen in terms of population or military strength, let alone one of the four Haixi Jurchen tribes. Yeh is gone.

When the Yehe tribe was in Sarhu, they gathered 1 horses from the tribe. Coupled with Nurhachi's attack later, the number of Haixi Jurchen's strong men decreased sharply.

It has only been fourteen or five years since Saerhu, so the number of young and strong Yehe tribe has not recovered.

Mao Wenlong and the others selected less than 4000 Yehe captives in total, and most of them were fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys in recent years.

In addition to these people from the Yehe tribe, the 8000 people Zhao Wen asked them to select have also been selected, and they were taken to the altar and divided into custody.

Zhao Wen has more than 8000 people in his hands. Except for the 2000 people who stayed behind in Shenyang City, Zhao Wen now only has 6000 people in his hands.

Zhou Laoliu and his troops were sent by Zhao Wen to pursue Dorgon, so they were not here.

And Mao Wenlong and Zheng Yiguan had only 2 soldiers in total, except for the soldiers who stayed behind in Liaoyang City.

Even with Bu and them, the current strength is only about 4 to [-].

As for Jiannu prisoners, there were nearly 10 people. If it was replaced by other teams, it would be impossible to guard so many soldiers and horses, but it would be easier if it were replaced by Zhao Wen.

After Mao Wenlong and Zheng Yiguan escorted all the captives Zhao Wen requested to the altar, they came to the big tent where Zhao Wen was.

"My lord, the matter has been settled!" Mao Wenlong and Zheng Yiguan stood in the center of the big tent, clasping their fists at Zhao Wen.

Zhao Wen sat on his seat, nodded at the two of them, and said, "Since that's the case, sit down first. Tomorrow is the matter of offering sacrifices. The important affairs of the country are about offering sacrifices to the soldiers. This matter must not be sloppy, and must be carefully designated. Come up with a charter."

Zhao Wen pointed to the chairs arranged on both sides of the center of the big tent, and looked at the two of them.

Mao Wenlong and Zheng Yiguan thanked each other, and then sat on both sides of the big tent.

After Mao Wenlong sat down, Bu He and the others and the great khans from the grassland tribe gradually appeared in the big tent.

After everyone was sitting in the big tent, Zhao Wen cleared his throat and said, "I think you should know the reason why I asked you to come today, and I think you also know why I asked people to select [-] Jian slaves. Take them captive."

In fact, even if Zhao Wen didn't say it clearly, the person in the big tent knew what Zhao Wen was going to do.

Buhe is an old man, and Zhao Wen had a premonition of what Zhao Wen was doing when he asked people to escort Jiannu to Sarhu.

Although Ombu and the others don't quite understand it, based on the situation in the past two days, they can guess that it's pretty close.

The killing of prisoners is the most common and common practice among grassland tribes. These people have never felt that killing prisoners is an immoral thing.

Mao Wenlong had feuded with Jiannu in his early years. During the reign of Tianqi, he often led soldiers to harass Jiannu.

Because of the huge disparity in military strength, Mao Wenlong seldom confronted Jiannu head-on, but resorted to tactics such as harassment, sneak attack and assassination.

When Mao Wenlong raided Jiannu Fudi, he used all means, such as poisoning, beating more and less, torture and killing, etc., was common, so Mao Wenlong did not reject Zhao Wen's strategy.

Zheng Yiguan was born as a pirate, and he has done a lot of things like robbing houses, so he doesn't reject them.

Everyone in the big tent is now aware of Zhao Wen's purpose, but no one stops him.

If this kind of thing happened in the capital, the old pedants in the capital would have been arguing a lot, shouting nonsense about the etiquette of a great country, the ominousness of killing prisoners, and other nonsense.

Everyone in the big tent looked at Zhao Wen quietly, without speaking.

"In the first battle of Sarhu, 8000 soldiers and more than [-] generals died in the battle, and countless lands were lost.

After Saarhu, Shenyang fell and Liaodong fell.The reason why I traveled thousands of miles to attack Liaodong was not for anything else, but to take back this land and avenge the soldiers who died in Liaodong.

You may think that I, Zhao Wen, have rebelled now, and this land belongs to Daming, so it should have nothing to do with me.

But I want to tell you that these are two different things. I will guard the country that Daming cannot keep, and I will recover the land that Daming lost. "

Zhao Wen's voice was sonorous and powerful, echoing non-stop in the big tent.

Everyone looked at Zhao Wen with doubts, excitement, confusion and doubts.

But no matter how they think about it, they have no objection to Zhao Wen's actions.

Zhao Wen said: "After you go down, give me a good look at the Jiannu who are escorted to the altar. Don't make any mistakes. I don't want any mistakes in tomorrow's memorial ceremony."

"Obey!" Everyone stood up and shouted at Zhao Wen.

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When the sun fell to the ground, night shrouded the earth again.

The night sky is exceptionally clear and the moon is bright tonight.

However, the slaves and captives who were escorted to the altar were extremely panicked.

When the night fell, almost all the soldiers and horses were mobilized, one person at five steps, one post at ten steps, and watched them stubbornly.

The air also became heavy. These Jiannu captives looked at the moon in the sky and couldn't sleep at all.

The night gradually deepened, and the moisture began to spread on the ground.

When the moisture gets on the clothes, it makes the clothes wet.

There was dew on Huang Taiji's eyebrows, and it flowed down his cheeks.

He stared blankly at the moon in the sky, with a calm expression on his face, as if quietly waiting for death.

Hauge sat across from Huang Taiji, sleeping like a dead pig.

Fan Wencheng couldn't hold on any longer, and under the torment of waiting for death, he had mental problems.

He stood in the prison car, holding the railing of the prison car with both hands, howling loudly.

He howled in despair, his voice sounded like a night owl, eerie and terrifying.

Fan Wencheng howled all night, and when the sun was about to rise, Fan Wencheng's voice was hoarse.

"Woooooo!"

Suddenly the sound of horns sounded in the barracks, followed by the sound of gongs and drums.

The soldiers who delivered the food appeared near the prison car again. This time, the food they delivered was extraordinarily rich.

All kinds of meat, all kinds of pasta, and even a few glasses of hot wine.

Looking at the food delivered, Fan Wencheng didn't have any appetite, so he directly overturned the food in the prison car, and then cried with his head in his arms.

Hauge looked at the food delivered, without saying a word, he started to gorge.

While eating, Hauge suddenly put down the chopsticks in his hand, his face was ugly.

He curled his body into a ball, squatted in the corner of the prison car, pointed at the abundant food in front of him, and choked up, "Isn't this the food for severed heads?"

Huang Taiji looked at Hauge like this, frowned and scolded, "What's the point of crying and crying? You are the son of Ben Khan, the grandson of Father Khan, even if you die, you will die in a dignified way!"

When Huang Taiji said this, although he said righteous words, his hands couldn't stop shaking.

"But I don't want to die, I don't want to die. You go and beg Zhao Wen to let us go. As long as you want to let us go, let us do whatever you want. Even if it's a slave." Haoge looked at the emperor. Tai Chi, begged bitterly.

Huang Taiji looked at Hauge and cursed angrily, "You are a waste. Ben Khan is the Great Khan of the Houjin Kingdom. How can you submit to him? Ben Khan can't do it, Ben Khan can't do it, Ben Khan can't do it. Khan would rather die than do such a thing."

Although Huang Taiji was also afraid of death, in his capacity, he knew that it was impossible for Zhao Wen to let him go.

Even if he begs for mercy, Zhao Wen will not let him go.

Since he will not let him go, there is no need for him to beg for mercy, and he will save himself from humiliating his identity.

"No, no, no, but I don't want to die, I'm so young, I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die." Hauge was like a child, rolling on the ground non-stop, his legs kept shaking Kicking.

Seeing Hauge's state, Huang Taiji heaved a long sigh, shook his head, and looked helpless.

When the sun rose above the horizon, the horns and drums sounded again, and the sound became denser.

In addition to the sound of horns and gongs and drums, there are also singing sounds.

"The cloud follows the dragon, the wind follows the tiger, fame and wealth, dust and earth.

Looking at Shenzhou, the people are suffering, and the fertile land for thousands of miles is barren.

Look at the world, the barbarians are exhausted, and the way of heaven is incomplete.

Good man, don't leave your parents, just for the sake of the common people and not for the Lord.

With the steel knife 99 in hand, kill all Hu'er before giving up.

I am a majestic man, why are the Tartars making horses and cows?

A strong man drank all the wine in his bowl and traveled a thousand miles without turning back.

The golden drums are beeping in unison, and the crowds are roaring, vowing not to break the yellow dragon. "

"This is the military song of the Red Turban Army, and this is the military song of the Ming Army. What is Zhao Wen doing? Didn't he rebel? Why did he let his subordinates sing this song? Why is that?"

Huang Taiji, who was originally calm, panicked instantly when he heard this military song.

He was lying on the prison car, looking at the place where the singing came from, his body trembling non-stop.

The singing became louder and louder, echoing non-stop on the earth.

Listening to this song, the Jiannu prisoners could not help but tremble, their faces full of panic.

Huang Taiji and his family members all looked at the place where the singing came from in panic, their faces ashen.

When the singing ended, a cavalry rushed towards Huang Taiji.

This cavalryman was wearing the iconic mandarin duck red war jacket of the Ming army, and had the Qiushui Yanling knife on his waist.

At the front of this cavalry was a burly man carrying a huge "Ming" flag.

The flag is red and flaps in the wind.

"Hey Law!"

After a while, the cavalry stopped in front of Huang Taiji.

When they stopped, the cavalry behind the flag bearer scattered towards the two sides, and finally stood neatly on both sides, forming a road about ten feet wide.

The leading knight planted the liver flag next to Huang Taiji's prison car, and then stood beside it.

A group of infantrymen wearing mandarin duck red war jackets and Qiushui Yanling swords on their waists walked towards this side from the road formed by the cavalry.

They walked to Huang Taiji's prison car, opened the prison car, and escorted Huang Taiji and Hauge out.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!" Hauge kept yelling like crazy.

(End of this chapter)