In the end, Santun Camp City was taken down without danger.

The soldiers extinguished the fire in the rear office as soon as possible, but did not let the sky-high fire burn. At the same time, the total number of Tartar soldiers inside and outside the city, whether dead or alive, was left behind in this land that did not belong to them.

When the first rays of sunlight from the east shone through, the Santun camp city had already returned to its original appearance, and from the outside, everything was as usual, without the slightest trace of battle.

The three city gate drawbridges were pulled high, the flags inlaid with white flags were still fluttering on the city heads, and the lookouts in the corner towers were also on duty according to the rules.

The dead men and horses that had run out of the city last night had all been carried back to the city, and some of the fresh blood stains outside the moat had been carefully sprinkled with sand.

And what about inside the city? At the slaughter meeting.

On the city's crossroads, rows of corpses are being disposed of.

All the bannermen had their armor stripped off, their heads cut off, and their number plates collected. The old guard who made a cameo appearance as a knife and axe man was busy cutting off his head, and there was a secretary with a pen and paper on the side.

The severed head is salted in the first place...... It's the end of March, and the temperature in the north is rising, and if you don't pickle, these heads will rot.

Under normal circumstances, the head used to report merit is wrapped in a layer of lime, but this method will greatly deform the head and affect the appearance.

Therefore, the traversers, who were not short of money, ordered their men to take out the coarse salt from the warehouse, grind it into a fine powder, and use it to pickle the head.

It was only then that the group of time-travelers had a deeper understanding of the complexities of war: no matter how well planned they were, there would always be lapses. No, the matter of pickling the head was ignored by everyone, if it weren't for the rich military reserves of the Santun camp, there would be a mistake now.

Fortunately, the matter of pickling the head is not an emergency military situation, and it is completely okay to make up for the loss, and it is enough to add a little over in Tianjin. Not only that, but Santun Camp also sent a telegram to the old nest: Next time the transport fleet comes, send one or two more boatloads of refined salt, buddy here for roast meat!

Before this, the northbound traversers had no intention of dumping salt in Tianjin. You must know that there is a shortage of salt in the north, so various interest groups are keeping a close eye on salt affairs, and with the strength of the northbound team, there is no need to poke this hornet's nest.

Therefore, including the salt that the people eat by themselves, they were all purchased on the spot in Tianjin at the beginning.

Now it seems that this model needs to be changed: first send a few boatloads of refined salt for their own use, and wait for Cao Zongbing to hand over his head and register in front of the emperor, and then consider the problem of dumping salt in the north.

With the exception of the head, the rest of the corpses were piled up behind the water gate, waiting to be transported. Santun Yingcheng is open to the river, and the tributaries of the Luanhe River in the north can be connected all the way to Xifengkou. This will be in the col to the north, where a pit is being dug and all the bodies will eventually be transported in small boats for burial.

In fact, not long ago, many corpses were buried in this way by the city's coaters.

When the Santun camp broke the city before, in addition to the hanged general soldier Zhu Guoyan, some people ran away, some died in battle, and some surrendered.

It was nine days of cold weather, so the corpses in the city were hastily piled up in the house, and no one cared for them—the Tartar never expected to end up staying here.

By the end of February, the army had returned, and all the people had been taken away outside the pass. Soon after, when the weather warmed up, the remaining Baoyi were afraid that the corpses would spread the plague, so they went out of the city to dig a pit and bury the corpses hastily.

I don't think that today, the body of the original perpetrator is buried next to these soldiers, which can be regarded as karma.

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While his subordinates were busy handling the loot, the leaders were also reviewing the loot...... A few people were inspecting the warehouses in the city one by one.

As a choke point, Santun Camp is not only responsible for the military supply of several Great Wall passes in the north, but also responsible for the supply of Shanhaiguan all the way in the east, so there are many large military warehouses in the city.

Most of these warehouses have now been emptied, leaving behind some "unique" materials, such as this arsenal, which is fully stocked.

"Damn, I've heard about this stubble for a long time, and I only saw it today."

It was Zhang Zhongqi who spoke, and he was holding a pair of armor in his hand.

The armor was rusty, full of rusty holes, and the rope that pierced the armor was rotten and broke with a light pull.

"What are you, look at this."

The person who spoke was Qian Tieshan. The majestic old man was picking up a machete at this time and slashed it at a wooden shelf in front of him.

The ending was unsurprising: the knife broke. Looking at the section again, the iron mixed with black impurities can be distinguished by the naked eye...... This grade of iron is used as high-quality ore in the kiln area.

The rest also have bows that break when you pull them, burrs in the barrel, chilling three-eyed guns, and so on.

"Can this fucking not be destroyed? Look at what is stored in this military stronghold, there is no outer bread and no equipment is ready! No wonder they don't even want tartars. ”

After reading the inspection, Zhang Zhongqi said helplessly and a little angrily.

"One thing you're wrong." Qian Tieshan smiled, with a very young expression: "Those Mengmeng warriors outside, including the equipment on Bao Yi's body, were also obtained from the Santun camp. ”

Qian Tieshan continued to explain: "With the poor appearance of Tartar, it would be good to be able to match a set of leather armor to the coat, it is impossible to have iron armor at all, not to mention that there are three layers inside and outside. The good equipment on these left-behind flag soldiers is all picked up from the local arsenal, if you don't believe it, you can go to see the mark, and it is guaranteed to be produced by the Ming Dynasty. ”

"And what do you mean?" Zhang Zhongqi stretched out his hand and drew a circle around.

"The apportionment of civil servants." Qian Tieshan spread his hands and smiled embarrassedly: "No one can stop the right of the civilian system of the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Industry to make money, so the ones in this library are all garbage defective products used to offset accounts." ”

"There will basically be this kind of scrap warehouse in every munitions base, which is already an open unspoken rule. If the general wants to be a good soldier, he will have to add silver to buy it, and those poor ghosts, guest soldiers, and those who need education will be sent to lead the garbage and weapons into battle, and then lose their lives. ”

After listening to Qian Tieshan's story, all the helplessness and anger of everyone present finally turned into a long sigh.

After inspecting the armory, I also went to see the grain depot, the utility store, and the forage factory outside the east gate.

Except for the grain depot and the forage factory, which still had enough grain and forage for the two cattle to consume, the rest of the warehouses were as expected, and there was nothing left in them, which were all robbed by the Eight Banners army.

After roughly counting the amount of grain and grass left, the traversal found that these supplies were just enough to last the defenders for three months.

Zhang Zhongqi had something to say now: "It seems that Comrade Huang Taiji said that he wanted to occupy the city and not leave, but in fact, he was still a little forced in his heart. ”

The others nodded in agreement.

This change was the first time that the Manchus entered the customs. In the whole process, not only did the Ming monarchs and ministers deal with the chaos, but in fact, the Emperor Taiji and the Eight Banners were also fighting with all their hearts, feeling the stones to cross the river.

Therefore, despite the huge results that could not be imagined in advance, the Manchu rulers, who were small and poor, still put themselves in a weak position, and their style of action was always to take one step at a time, no matter what the propaganda said, in fact, they put on a posture that could shrink their heads at any time.

These three months of grain and grass have been a great help to the traversers. In addition to the first batch of grain and grass that came with them, the scale of the convoy that set off from Tianjin in the future can be reduced, the large convoy can be abolished, and only some other materials can be transported by horses.

The subordinates are busy, the military is checking the supplies, so what is the intelligence department doing? Formulate.

The two heads of the intelligence department, who had been unknown for a long time and had almost never spoken about the campaign plan, finally began to get busy after the Santun camp was laid down this time.

Yao Jianshe and Xue Haiyuan were in the side hall of the General Military Mansion at the moment, organizing people to conduct surprise interrogations of the prisoners.

At the end of the night yesterday, there were more than seventy prisoners who could still breathe, including the lightly and seriously wounded. Among these people, the seriously injured were cut directly, and most of the people left behind now are lightly wounded and some who have surrendered.

The first to be interrogated were naturally these surrender coats. As for those who are loyal and unyielding, as well as the genuine Tartars, they are all locked up first, and they will be talked about when they are free.

Since they can surrender, then these coats belong to the kind of people who value their own lives more seriously. Such people usually do not need to be punished with great punishment, and there are no doctrines and ideas to arm them in this era, so soon, these twenty or so people poured out all the information they knew.

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Although the profession of coating also has a money rat tail, these people are still very different from genuine tartars; After all, one is a slave and the other is a slave owner.

The Wrappers seem to be helping to fight for the Manchu slave owners, but the root of the problem is not these people.

All the coats were Han people living in Liaodong before this. These ordinary peasants and military households were massacred and captured after Nurhachi raised their troops. By the time of Chongzhen, it can be said that there were no Han people in Liaodong anymore - those who survived were turned into coats.

After the death of the Ming Dynasty, the entire Qing State became a semi-slave state, and the Baoyi had lasted for several generations at that time, and the descendants had long been assimilated and became real Manchus.

Therefore, the root still lies in the Ming court.

It was precisely because the national strength of the Ming State was weakened and the imperial court was dim, so they retreated step by step and ceded all the huge lands and people of Liaodong to the Manchu Qing Dynasty, causing them to become clothed in helplessness - if there is a little choice, who wants to be captured as a slave without dignity?

Regarding this issue, the crossing crowd is also very helpless.

For more than ten years, or even a few years ago, these coats were actually the people of the Ming Dynasty, honestly cultivating the land to the military households who handed over the grain to the generals.

Now that these people are being arrested and descended, changing masters every day, this will fall into the hands of the traversers again...... Forget it, let's send these people to Southeast Asia after using them, where no one treats them as slaves, but if they do a good job, they can enslave some natives to open up plantations and become real masters.