Outside the north gate of Jiankang City is the official road leading to Zhenjiang Mansion and Changzhou area, with the pacification of the war, some well-informed merchants immediately dispatched their own caravans, so these days have resumed the busy scene of the past, large and small vehicles shuttle back and forth on the road, transporting all kinds of goods into the siege of Jiankang Mansion for several months, and then radiating to the surrounding state armies on both sides of the river.

A team from the direction of Changzhou is a little unusual, the car is full of forbidden soldiers with swords in hand, and a bullock cart is guarded in a team of hundreds of people, it is neither a flat plate full of heavy grain and grass, nor a compartment cover for people to travel, four tall wooden wheels with an iron frame surrounded by a fence, it is actually a prisoner car!

The soldiers drove the ox cart all the way to the city gate, handed over the accompanying documents to the gatekeeper on duty, and after inspection, the gatekeeper sent them to report to the government office, and the procession stopped at the edge of the city gate for a while. The strangely shaped ox cart was also driven aside, and the people who came and went pointed at the man in the cart, not knowing what kind of culprit wanted to do such a thing.

"Pour him a bowl of water, don't die of thirst, then it will be difficult to make a difference." The leader of the team was a middle-aged Dutou, he was holding a wooden scoop of water to drink, and at the same time ordered to go down, this thief, even if he stood in the shade, he was still hot and sweaty, and the whole team was afraid of any accidents, so they worked day and night, and finally arrived on time.

Hearing the words of his own head, a foot soldier took a scoop of water from the tank, muttered something to the side of the car, and played with the head of the man in the car, and saw that he was still alive, so he handed the water to his mouth, but the man did not open his mouth, the foot soldier was a little impatient, one hand clamped his jaw, and the other hand directly poured water into his open mouth.

"Ahem" was poured a mouthful of water unawares, the man only felt that his lungs were rushing, choking him to cough violently, opening his eyes that were drowsy, and immediately met the fierce sun, stabbing him to squint, trying to move, but found that his hands and feet were fixed, so he could only tilt his head in vain.

The bright sun shone on his body like this, maybe he drank a little water just now, and Dai Zhitai, the original Great Song Dynasty appeased and the current governor of Changzhou in the Great Yuan, finally recovered some of his senses. Through his long loose hair, he noticed the tall city wall in front of him, turned his head to look at it, and immediately recognized where it was.

Standing in this kind of car, his whole body was frozen, bumps all the way, plus the little diet that could only guarantee immortality, how could he have suffered this kind of hardship when he was a child. Although the sergeants who escorted him did not move rudely, their words were full of insults, and their eyes were full of contempt, which was even more uncomfortable than beating him.

At the beginning of the Yuan people's oppression, Taishou Zhao and Jian fled, and he was elected by the gentry as the lord of a city, and after taking the initiative to surrender, he got the title of governor, which was so complacent. But he never thought that only a few months later, he was sent to a prison car, and what fate would await him, Dai Zhitai didn't dare to think about it, he just felt that this nightmare would end early.

Because he was too far away, he didn't know the course of this battle, and when the incident broke out in the city, he thought it was just the spontaneous behavior of those people, and imagined that Dayuan's army would soon come to rescue him. But I didn't expect that what appeared outside the city was the front guard of the Great Song Dynasty, and when he was sent to this Jiankang City, he found that the city had been restored to the calm appearance before the war, where did he not know that the Yuan people had been defeated and withdrawn, this kind of cognition broke his last illusion, and now Dai Zhitai could only accept his fate with a dead face.

In another place separated from most of Jiankang City from here, there are also Lu Wenhuan and others who can only accept their fate, since the young official came here a few days ago, they were thrown here, and no one knows how they will be disposed of, but Cheng Pengfei was called out that day, and he died in prison the next day, which made the rest of the prison feel more worried.

After the initial irritability, fear and other psychology, Lu Wenhuan has gradually calmed down, since there is no will to die, then he can only work hard to survive, although the man said some cruel things that day, but he is familiar with the officialdom of the Great Song Dynasty, he still thinks that he has a great chance of survival, captives of this level like them, ordinary officials cannot be disposed of at will, no matter how the court has the final say.

But I don't know why, when he thought of the cold gaze of that person that day, Lu Wenhuan beat a little drum, and in that person's eyes, he found something unusual, which seemed to be disdainful? Lu Wenhuan finally thought of a word to describe it, yes, this is the feeling, different from Xia Gui's rebelliousness, that look full of contempt for the system, how is this possible?

"Bang" sounded, spread throughout the cell, and also woke up the cranky Lu Wenhuan, with the sound of neat footsteps, a team of heavily armed forbidden soldiers rushed in, walking in front of Liu Yu in a scarlet robe and winged hat, walking very fast, and soon arrived in front of his cell door, followed by the guard and a document holding the roster.

"He, these few, and this, these people, all of them are escorted out!" Liu Yu glanced at Lu Wenhuan in the prison, then turned his head and pointed to the roster all the way down, the prison doors that were named were immediately opened, and several foot soldiers rushed in, set up the people inside and took them out, for a while, the originally quiet prison suddenly seemed noisy.

"Where are you going to take the old man!" Lu Wenhuan was pushed forward with his arm cut back, so he had to shout in vain, and once again met the gaze that made him uneasy, and a bad omen rose in his heart, helplessly he was stronger than people, in addition to being able to shout a few words in his mouth and struggle twice, he could help a lot.

"These grains are all saved by my Jiankang military and civilians, and you don't deserve it." Lu Wenhuan, who was heading towards the prison door, suddenly heard a voice from behind him, and when he heard the meaning clearly, he couldn't help but be stunned, and the person stopped struggling, and was pushed out.

There were more than a dozen prisoner cars like Dai Zhitai parked outside the prison gate, and the people who were brought out of it were all escorted up, Lu Wenhuan originally thought that he was going to send them to Beijing, but when he got into the car and was fixed hand and foot, he found that there was a vertical wooden sign on each car, with their names written on it.

He knew how long it would take to get from Jiankang to Lin'an Mansion, and after a silent calculation in his heart, he found that even if the envoys of the imperial court traveled six hundred miles a day and a night like those couriers, it was impossible to reach it now, so where would these people be sent? In the hot weather, a chill rose in his heart.

The long procession of prisoner wagons marched through the streets of Jiankang City, the wide stone slabs were "creaked" by these heavy wheels, and the streets were lined with soldiers of the forbidden army who maintained order, isolating the people, and the people knew what was going on from the unknown reason at the beginning, to the later when they saw the name on it, and then they were explained by those who knew it.

I don't know who took the lead first, a rotten vegetable Bangzi and something like that were thrown over, and then, countless similar things smashed into the people in the car, accompanied by overwhelming abuse. Lu Wenhuan, who was smashed and covered with filth, raised his white-haired head and tried to justify something, but he was immediately drowned in the hustle and bustle.

Liu Yu rode a horse and led people to walk at the back of the team, looking at this qiē with a flat look, this kind of thing can't be stopped, and he doesn't have that mind. In his mind, these people are war criminals, and war criminals must be punished, otherwise how can they comfort the heroic souls who lost their lives.

This line walked around the main street of Jiankang City, and its end point is the southwest corner of the Dajiaochang, because the broadcasting system throughout the city has been dismantled, Liu Yu can only use guò this way to inform the people of the city to know, now it seems that the effect is not bad, when the prisoner car team came to the Dajiaochang, followed by countless people who came to watch.

At this time, the entire school yard has been arranged into a huge altar, white cloth banners are fluttering everywhere, and the soldiers standing around are also wearing white cloth on their armor jackets, and a white cloth flower is tied above the school reading platform in the center, and the cloth curtains on both sides are written with the words "The Heroic Spirit is Immortal, and the Soul Returns".

And the entire side of the stage and off the stage is densely packed with tablets! The prisoner carts were pushed in one by one, and there were several columns in front of these tablets, and Lu Wenhuan's one was in a better position, because it was very close to the front, he could clearly see the handwriting on it as long as he opened his eyes.

"Therefore, Xiangjiang is a public servant of thousands of miles"

"Jiangdong transshipment envoy Zhao Huai's position"

"The position of Zhu Liang under the command of the Guangde Army"

"The position of Zhao Wenyi, the deputy capital of Yingzhou"

"Xincheng dominates the position of border dwelling"

"The Wuding army controls the position of Wang Da"

Lu Wenhuan muttered the familiar names on it, but his body trembled involuntarily, which actually included the names of all the war dead since the Southern Expedition, and the victims in the Battle of Jiankang were all recorded from the command of the army to the ordinary pawns, and the total number was tens of thousands, and the neat arrangement shocked the hearts of the viewers like mountains and seas.

Around them, in addition to the forbidden soldiers with weapons in their hands, there were also many people who had already entered, all of them were dressed in white filial piety clothes, and when they saw these prisoner cars being pushed in, all of them stared with red eyes, and their hatred and anger were undisguised, and they were all the families of the victims above.

When the last prisoner car carrying Dai Zhitai was lined up, and the people entered one after another to occupy the vacant seats in the school field, Liu Yu stepped forward with a megaphone. He slowly swept over the tablets, his gaze turned to the crowd in front of him, and the solemn atmosphere made everyone feel that they were standing there, and no one spoke.

"Today, I don't want to say anything, because here are all the heroic souls of my Great Song Dynasty, they are watching us from the sky, looking at us who are alive, and what to do to pay tribute to their souls in the sky. The official thinks that a few pillars of incense and a few plates of sacrifices are far from enough, so you come to tell the official what they need! ”

Liu Yu said with a stern expression, his hand slowly pointed along the prisoner carts, and everyone he pointed out was shocked, trembling as if he saw the messenger of the underworld, until this moment, Lu Wenhuan understood what this young man meant before.

"Kill them!" The school field resounded like a tsunami, whether it was the forbidden soldiers, the families of the victims, or the ordinary people who watched the ceremony, they all raised their fists in response, and the judgment finally came, and many people in the prison car completely collapsed, some were frightened and incontinent, and some fainted.

"A certain has been the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty for 30 years, a certain has lived up to the Great Song, and a certain has lived up to the Great Song!" Lu Wenhuan shouted sadly, but his little cry had long been drowned out by the huge sound of the crowd, and he could no longer set off a single wave.