Carrying AK into Ming Dynasty

Chapter 397 Enslaved Han People
The twin brothers knelt down, each hugged one of Liu Hongjian's feet, and put their heads on Liu Hongjian's military boots.

"Hey, what are you doing, this is, get up for me~!" Facing the ancient loyalty ceremony of the Menggu people, Liu Hongjian felt a little uncomfortable.

He had just gotten used to soldiers much older than him kneeling before him, and now the two of them went to kiss his muddy shoes.

Kuo Duan hurriedly sent a message, and the two got up.

Liu Hongjian was 1.7 meters tall, and the two of them were like big sticks, half a head taller than Liu Hongjian.

"Aji? Agou? You don't even have a surname. It's not a good name. From now on, you will be called Liu Hu, the eldest, and Liu Bao, the second child!"

Kuo Duan, from now on, I will teach them five sentences of Ming language every night, just teach us common words, and tell them that if they can’t complete the task, they won’t have food! "

These two are tall and big, plus they each have their own strengths. They think they will be good fighters in a fight, but it will be inconvenient if they don't know the Ming language.

"Liuhu, be loyal, master." Aji seemed to understand a little, and stammered out six big words.

"It's Liu, second tone, Leyou Liu, um, not bad, let's get back to health first." Liu Hongjian patted Liu Hu on the shoulder to show his approval.

After Liu Hongjian finished speaking, he planned to go out to get some air. Liu Hu and Liu Bao immediately followed from left to right, Niu Dabangchui was dumbfounded.

Fuck, where am I standing?

……

It was Haishi, and the whole camp was still busy. Wang Yuanba ran around to arrange the soldiers on duty.

This is the enemy's rear, there are enemies in the front, back, left, and right, no one knows if the Tartars will attack from all directions in the middle of the night, he must strengthen his defense.

"My lord, I found many slaves from the homes of the surrounding Tazi herdsmen. They...many of them are Han people. They...are very miserable..." Lu Haibo, a general of the frontier army, came from outside his camp on horseback.

"Han people?" Liu Hongjian frowned. Are they the Han people outside the pass who were looted by the Tartars?

"Did you bring them here?"

"Brought it, just outside the camp, and those herdsmen and humble officials were also arrested..." This was an act of arbitrariness, but when Lu Haibo saw those compatriots, he was really angry and furious.

"Bring them to the camp, I want to see them!" Liu Hongjian did not reprimand.

After a while, hundreds of men and women in ragged clothes rushed in from outside the camp, and then a large group of Tazi herdsmen drove in.

Both groups of people are obsequious, especially the herdsmen. Originally, the order from above was not to kill those who surrendered. They thought it was just a change of leader, but now they are worried about their own fate.

"Which of you are Han Chinese?" Liu Hongjian said in a deep voice to the group of sloppy slaves in rags on the right.

After Liu Hongjian said that, none of the hundreds of men and women spoke. They all lowered their heads and trembled. They were already frightened by the beating, and all those who dared to resist were dead.

"Standing in front of you is Duke An of the Ming Dynasty. My lord is here to rescue you. If you can speak Ming language, stand up quickly, and my lord will naturally make decisions for you!"

Lu Haibo took a few steps forward and shouted loudly.

Still no one spoke, the torches reflected the dull faces of the group of slaves, and several male slaves were so frightened by the oppressive atmosphere that they began to cry.

Liu Hongjian inspected this group of so-called Han Chinese, and he decided to give this group of people another chance.

If the group of people still choose to remain silent within five breaths, then he will immediately let them go.

People who have lost their blood and courage, it is better not to save them than to save them. Such people will be confused wherever they go.

Mourn its misfortune, anger its indisputable!

Liu Hongjian closed his eyes and waited quietly.

"My lord, I'm a Han. Before my father died, he said that my family is from Ningyuan Weilian Mountain Station. My lord, please help me." Finally, a disheveled woman couldn't bear the courage and squeezed out of the crowd, crying. Kneel on the ground.

"Raise your head!" Seeing that it was a woman who came out first, Liu Hongjian couldn't help but despise the group of male slaves.

The woman got the order, raised her head stubbornly, and brushed away her messy hair with her hands, revealing a face full of scars.

Half of her face was almost disfigured, and there were many scars on her arms under the firelight. If the scars were on soldiers, it would be fine, but the one in front of her is obviously a woman...

"How did you get the injury on your body?" Liu Hongjian glared at the Tartar herdsman, almost knowingly asked, and his tone changed.

"My lord, it belongs to me...the master burned it with a soldering iron..."

The winter in the Menggu Grassland was extremely cold. When the white disaster came, even the indigenous herdsmen would freeze to death, not to mention the Han people from Ming Dynasty.

Most of the hundreds of Han Chinese slaves had frostbite on their bodies.

Being scalded by a branding iron without medical treatment, no matter it is winter or summer, it is extremely difficult to heal by itself. God knows how this woman survived.

"Why did your master burn you with a soldering iron?" Liu Hongjian panted heavily, and Niu Dabangchui knew that it was his master who was holding back his anger.

"Go back to your lord, because... I washed and tore Master's clothes..." the scarred woman cried in a low voice.

"I washed the clothes torn. That means the clothes are too torn. They are going to be scalded by a branding iron? Who is your master? Find him for me!" Liu Hongjian almost shouted.

Not only Liu Hongjian, but also the generals of the Thousand Households gathered behind him were all furious.

The woman turned her head to look at the herdsman team on the left.

Although most of the herdsmen could not understand Daming language, they still had an ominous premonition. They were all evasive, for fear of being chosen by this woman.

"That's him!" The woman pointed to one of the middle-aged Mongolian men with a big belly.

"#...&%&##@@#" The Tazi herdsman knew something was wrong, and kept chattering.

"Come on, bring him here!" Liu Hongjian was furious.

He originally wanted to let these herdsmen go, but now it seems that this decision made many frontier soldiers feel uncomfortable.

For many years, only the frontier soldiers understood what kind of ravages and devastations the Ming people outside the customs had suffered, and many frontier soldiers had their relatives suffer.

"Kneel down!" Two frontier soldiers dragged the herdsman and kicked him three or four steps in front of Liu Hongjian.

"Master Bing, my family is from Guangning. I was arrested by them ten years ago. I am Han."

"I'm from Liaoyang..."

"I'm from Matsuyama..."

……

It's not that this group of people dare not take the lead, it's that they have suffered so much from this group of herdsmen over the years, and they are scared of being beaten.

Seeing that the young general was really helping them, and most of the soldiers around him were dressed in long-lost Ming army uniforms, some Han slaves who still had memories stepped forward and identified the Tartar herdsmen who had tortured them for many years.

"Zu Qiuqing!" Liu Hongjian stared at the Tarzi herdsman who was kneeling on the ground in front of him.

"Kill them all, leave no one behind!"

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