Traveler Major League

Chapter 270 Entering the City
The capital was liberated, and even His Majesty was captured. The three major battalions of the capital all disarmed and entered the prison camp without much resistance.

When the Ming Dynasty's army was defeated like a mountain, Yuan Chonghuan also hoped that one day there would be a bright future, and famous ministers and generals would turn the tide.

But now, the scene in the dream is still hazy, but in reality the torrent of the people's army has flooded the capital and the sacred place in his heart.

A kind of desolate tranquility appeared in his heart.

This kind of calmness is like the state of mind of Xu Fugui in "Alive" after losing all his family property in gambling and losing everything.

Of course, Yuan Chonghuan has not read "Alive", so he only has one picture in his mind, that is, the water in the pond is almost drained, and all the big fish in the pond are caught in the basket. No matter how big the mouth is, they can still breathe. There was no water left, so he threw it on the chopping board. The kitchen knife was already raised and half of it fell in the air.

Yuan Chonghuan has an indescribable sadness for the decline of the Ming Dynasty's military power. He was born in the Ming Dynasty. He has read and seen the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty military power since childhood. He also witnessed the rise of the Manchu and Qing clan in Liaodong. After Liaodong fell, he just rose up. To curb the decline of Liaodong, he never thought that he would be a prisoner without fulfilling his ambition.

Now he heard that the capital had fallen and that tens of thousands of elite troops in Liaodong that he had personally organized had been completely wiped out in two major battles. As a filial son of the old dynasty, he could not help but silently recite an elegy towards the direction of the capital to express his grief for the fallen soldiers.

He thought of He Kegang's integrity and bravery, of Cao Wenzhao's bravery, of Zu Dashou's proficiency in personnel affairs, of Zhao Lijiao's tenacity... It is said that a hero knows a hero. In Yuan Chonghuan's mind, these people are not ordinary people. Of course, he himself is not a freeloader. When he praises the generals, he also subconsciously praises himself.

He couldn't bear to imagine what kind of situation those colleagues were in now. He just hoped to have a chance to see each other again. As for dying for the country, he wanted to do that at first, but after being captured, he saw some According to the historical data of the Ming Dynasty, the desire to seek death has faded away.

There is an eerie feeling of reading yourself in history.

It is a pity that the general left the battlefield forever and stayed in prison.

He couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "The body is wrapped in horse leather! There is no way to save it!"

A jingling bell rang, and the cook shouted: "To celebrate the peaceful liberation of the capital, we are having dumplings tonight, stuffed with pork. Come and help the cook."

Amidst the noise, people on duty as cooks from each prisoner class came out one after another.

Yuan Chonghuan turned a deaf ear to this. Whether he was eating multigrain steamed buns or pork dumplings, he didn't care at all. He sat alone in a single cell and stared at the dimming shadow of the sunset outside the window in a daze.

There was a sound of footsteps, and a burly figure stood at the door. It was Director Zhu who had been in charge of the Senior Officer Prisoner of War Management Office. No, he had been promoted to Director Zhu now, "Yuan Chonghuan."

Director Zhu at the door said: "After receiving an order from our superiors, we are going to receive another batch of prisoners of war tonight. There are many local staff, so starting from today, your single room will have to be converted into a multi-person dormitory, and you will also have to live with other people. We’re sleeping in a dormitory together, and the conditions may be better when we enter the capital, but it’s only for a few days anyway.”

Yuan Chonghuan's eyes were still staring at the sunset outside the window. He didn't care whether he slept in a large bunk or a single bed.

"Today we will eat dumplings together. You can come too. After eating, we will reassign you to the dormitory."

After Director Zhu said this, he saw that Yuan Chonghuan still had no reaction for a while. He could only look at the guard next to him and ask him to lead the way to Yuan Chonghuan later, then turned and left.

In the cafeteria, when everyone was enjoying dumplings, Yuan Chonghuan finally arrived belatedly. Most of the people here were Yuan Chonghuan's former subordinates. Although it had only been a few months, when he suddenly saw his subordinates, they were already completely different. . "grown ups."

"Superintendent."

Following the shouting, all the former Ming army generals knelt down one after another. The lively scene just now was no longer the same, and the crying gradually grew from small to loud.

Yuan Chonghuan naturally regained some of his energy at this time, and when he asked emphatically about his colleagues in Zhengzhou City, he learned that most of his own soldiers were killed or injured that night in order to save him, and even the trusted generals who were waiting at the door of his bedroom were also killed or injured. It was so tragic, thanks to the fact that the field hospital of the First Army entered the city in time to rescue several people, including General Man Gui who later fought desperately to resist and was shot twice.

"Except He Dingquan." came a voice from the crowd.

This name Yuan Chonghuan is familiar to him. At that time, Zhengzhou was saved due to He Dingquan's persistence. When he led the army, in Zhengzhou City, Yuan Chonghuan specifically asked him to be responsible for the important task of transporting grain and grass. "How is General He? He is still alive. ?"

"He? He Dingquan? It was he who colluded with the thieves in Zhengzhou that day... It was only then that the people's army conquered the master, and Zhengzhou fell... to the thieves."

At this time, there was a tut-tsk sound in the cafeteria, and it was unclear whether it was hatred of the traitor or envy.

Only then did someone with understanding speak: "What are you talking about? Now His Majesty has been captured alive, and the capital has fallen into the hands of the people's army. I heard that most of Shandong, Sichuan, Anhui, and Hubei have been lost. The Ming Dynasty is about to fall." .”

Yuan Chonghuan felt sick when he thought about the real battle situation.

Luoyang fell into the enemy's hands without spending a single soldier, and almost all of Zhengzhou's 100,000-strong army were captured. After crossing the Yellow River and heading north, they advanced almost like a march without any resistance, until they reached the capital. Now it's better. Even His Majesty was captured by a strange force from heaven, which is an anecdote from ancient times to modern times.

Due to natural and man-made disasters, the Ming Dynasty has reached its current stage and is at the end of its rope.

It was a good dumpling feast, and I ate it all because of these lamentations.

The earth rotates, the sun and the moon move, and the rivers flow endlessly.

Grief cannot stop time from moving forward. When Yuan Chonghuan returned to the capital again, the torrent of people welcoming him almost made it impossible for him to move forward. Strategies such as tax exemptions, disaster relief, and medicine to save people made this thousand-year-old city begin to exude vitality again. However, they were not the target group. The People's Army and the people of the capital held a grand entry ceremony into the city.

The red flag is flying, auspicious clouds fill the sky, firecrackers are blasting, and the trees are covered with red flowers.

The crowds on the street sang and danced to welcome the People's Army's entry into the city. Yuan Chonghuan, a group of high-level captives dressed in commoners, walked at the front of the queue. Behind each of them were two militiamen holding wooden signs and writing out the positions of each prisoner. They are selected elites of various civilian armies.

They were fully armed, marching neatly, and the sound of car horns and firecrackers rang out.

However, Yuan Chonghuan in the crowd only noticed that every household on both sides of the street "had the word 'submit to the people' written on the door," and "set up an incense table, with a piece of yellow paper taped on it, saying 'Long live the Chairman, Long Live the Chairman'".

(End of this chapter)