In the Privy Council, there were a variety of methods for dealing with prisoners of war, among which special enforcement was the method used against some of the most heinous prisoners of war, namely, conviction by wartime military tribunals and then execution in the shortest possible time.

Generally speaking, the prisoners of war who can get the special execution are not ordinary people, like the Eight Banners must be at least one assistant leader or above to be qualified, and after the battle of Bali Bridge, the prisoner of war camp of the Fu Han Army has accumulated such a group of prisoners of war, and the number is not much, probably only more than 400 people.

Obviously, Zhai Li still heard of the special execution, his brows furrowed slightly, but finally shook his head again, and sighed: "There is really a shortage of people at the moment, although they are all specially executed, but it doesn't matter, the official will say hello to the mine at that time." ”

The so-called saying hello is to make it to death, and it will be done as soon as possible.

Meng Xiangen nodded, then beckoned a team of soldiers and led Zhai Li to the area where the prisoners of war were.

Seeing a large number of soldiers of the Fu Han Army coming over, the faces of those Tartars or Second Tartars showed a little nervousness, and then turned into a fierce color, although they were very depressed, but their mouths were not cowardly.

"You barbarians, traitors, will happen to you in the future!"

"Ning thief, your grandfather, I will never surrender!"

"Dog thief, traitor! Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated! Why should I die for the Qing Dynasty! ”

Seeing that this group of captives was still talking wildly, Meng Xiangen's face was a little ugly, he pointed to the number that was the most vocal, and said coldly: "If you dare to speak wildly when you are dying, pull it out and behead it!" ”

I saw more than a dozen soldiers of the Fu Han Army rushing into the captives, and after punching and kicking, they dragged them out like dead dogs, and then pulled them outside the camp to behead them with a knife, and after a while, their heads were hung on the flagpole.

After seeing the blood, the captives quieted down, they looked at Meng Xiangen coldly, although they didn't speak, but they estimated that they had scolded in their hearts.

Meng Xiangen didn't care either, and said loudly: "You people, all of you are extremely evil, and you should be pulled out and killed according to the usual practice, but my Majesty Dachu is benevolent and kind, and I am determined to give you another chance, and send you and your family to the mine to beg for food, and you don't have to stay here anymore." ”

Hearing Meng Xiangen's words to let them go, a trace of joy finally appeared on the faces of most of the captives, they naturally didn't want to die, otherwise they wouldn't have been captives, but a few people had a trace of fear on their faces when they heard about the mine.

However, just as Zhai Li counted the number of prisoners, there was a sound of horses' hooves from outside the camp, and he saw an officer of the Fu Han Army galloping to the camp on horseback, and only when the horse stopped a little did he jump off the horse and walk in the direction of Meng Xiangen.

"Major Meng! According to the special secret order of the Privy Council, eighty-two prisoners here were selected, and they were not allowed to be transferred for the time being, and the standard was to select those with high official positions and those who had done a lot of evil, and the rest could be handed over directly......"

The officer's face was a little solemn, and it was clear that the order came from the top.

Meng Xiangen didn't think so much, he made a military salute, and then signed the secret order, and then said to Zhai Li helplessly: "The special execution is so troublesome, please wait for Lord Zhai to wait, after we pick out the eighty-two people, the rest will be handed over to you to take away......."

The captives also seemed to realize that something was wrong, and a trace of panic appeared on their faces, and then a deep despair enveloped them, how long would they live if they could get out? It is nothing more than the difference between dying early and dying late.......

There were only a few old captives, but when they heard about eighty-two, their hearts were panning, and this number seemed to represent something.......

"Eighty-two years......."

Ning Yu sat at the table, he looked at everyone and sighed softly, "It has been eighty-two years since the death of the former Ming Dynasty, and I have to pay tribute to Emperor Chongzhen in public and private, and naturally I can't go empty-handed at that time, so I will bring eighty-two Tartar heads as a gift." ”

Ning Zhongyi stroked his beard and smiled, "What Your Majesty said is extremely true, Hugh said that there are eighty-two Tartar heads, even if it is eight hundred and twenty, eight thousand two hundred, we are not nothing, even if it is eighty-two thousand, we can make it together........" Between the words, there was a bloody atmosphere.

Cui Wancai hurriedly shook his head and said hurriedly: "Eighty-two is enough, let's get the rest to be used as labor, at present, Nanjing, Hanyang, Shanghai and other places are short of labor, this road construction, mining, driving, city repair...... Which place does not require labor? ”

Ning Yu smiled slightly, "Cifu is right, at the moment, this person is the most valuable, Emperor Chongzhen's side is also a meaning, but our own construction cannot be left behind, but there is no need to worry about the cabinet in the future, we will fight outside the customs after all, and we will be able to catch more prisoners when the time comes...... There are also many people around, so I am not afraid. ”

Hearing Emperor Ning's meaning, it seemed that he wanted to get the population of the surrounding countries of Great Chu to come over for construction, but this time it scared Cui Cifu, seeing that he was going to be the first assistant in March, but the emperor's thinking was a little unable to keep up.......

"What does Your Majesty mean? Will we continue to fight in the future? ”

Ning Yu shook his head and put on a compassionate appearance, "After all, fighting a war is too much to consume national strength, if we can not fight, we naturally don't need to fight, we can find a way to attract people from other countries to be this special laborer through trade....... As for those who are disobedient, they will naturally send troops to teach them a lesson. ”

Ning Zhongyi had a smile on his face, as long as he could send troops to fight, then the military expenses of the Privy Council would only get higher and higher, and it would be easier for him as a privy envoy to do it.

Jingshan, now renamed Coal Mountain, Ning Chu Junchen stood in front of the locust tree where Chongzhen committed suicide at this time, only to see that the locust tree has been chained with iron chains, and named 'Sin Locust', but these have no meaning, because this is not the original locust tree, just a later replanted one, there is a stone tablet on the side of the tree, engraved with 'Ming Sizong martyrdom' and other big characters.

"Bang Bang Bang-"

Rows of soldiers of the Han Army held muskets obliquely, and under the unified command of the officers, they all pulled the trigger, and a burst of muskets rang out, but they startled away the crows that fluttered in the forest.

Ning Yu didn't have too much to sigh, for him, sacrificing Emperor Chongzhen was just a political show, and for Chongzhen himself, he was extremely disdainful, after all, as a monarch, the biggest weakness was incompetence.

Even being a tyrant who is insulted by everyone is better than being an incompetent and incompetent ruler, because incompetence is the greatest sin.

After a while, the prisoner carts were escorted over, and many people were freed from them, all of them with pale faces, and their legs were even weaker in such a desolate and solemn environment, and some even knelt on the ground and wept.

However, no one paid attention to them, and there was naked killing intent in their eyes when they looked at them, but these people couldn't help but stop crying.

These prisoners were naturally not ordinary people, most of them were the descendants of those traitors of the past, and almost everyone was left out of the list in the "Erchen Lu", and most of their families were sent to special labor, and the remaining men were imprisoned here.

In addition to these traitors, there is also a group of people who are the descendants of the Tartars caught before, relatively speaking, they have much backbone compared to the traitors who fell to the ground, although they did not shout, but they did not have too much fear, just knelt there calmly.

"I brought you here to worship Emperor Chongzhen is only one thing, and the second is to tell you that if our descendants don't want to make progress and are arrogant and lascivious, this will be our end in the future!"

Ning Yu looked at the ministers of Great Chu and said coldly, and then waved his hand, "Let's start." ”

Sacrificial temples often have a very mature set of etiquette, but the emperor of the previous dynasty rarely saw it, so the officials of Ning Chu just chose the ordinary ritual, accompanied by the sound of gunfire, the three animals were respected, and the ministers worshipped.

Then, in the distance, dozens of soldiers who were temporarily used as military law team soldiers firmly fixed the descendant of a traitor or a descendant of the Tartars to the stake, and with the sound of the order, they directly slashed down with their knives.

Ning Yu laughed loudly, he looked at those bloody places with extremely arrogant eyes, "A lesson from the previous car, a teacher from the rear car." Today, I am here to worship Emperor Chongzhen, and in a few days I will go to Shengjing to sacrifice the soldiers who died in the Ming Dynasty! ”

"Long live Your Majesty! Banzai! Hooray! ”

Bursts of shouts rang out from the top of the coal mountain, and in their eyes, there was no cowardice and sorrow in the past, and what remained was endless glory and respect.