On July 24, it had been a week since the end of the Battle of Southern Liaoning. Over the course of a week, more than 13,000 post-Kim Jin-yi surrendered to our troops in New Kim and Jinju, and tens of thousands of weapons were captured.

According to the agreement between our country and Huang Taiji, these prisoners will not be released until September at the earliest. The food supply during this period will be provided by our country, and the corresponding expenses will be calculated in the compensation of the post-payment. Of course, out of the idea of making the best use of things, China will make appropriate and reasonable use of these labor resources. Under the command of our army's engineering personnel, the captives of the surrendered Houjin were driven to carry out large-scale engineering construction between Xinjin and Jinzhou. When autumn came, when the yellow-faced and thin-skinned captives were released, the southern Liaoning region and more than 60 kilometers of roads and railways were built.

After the signing ceremony of the instrument of surrender, I formally applied for leave from Major General Qi Wu. Considering that I had been in Japan and Liaoning for several months, the general readily granted me a month's vacation. So, now that I'm back in Lushun, I don't have to worry about the war for the time being.

When I got back to Lushun, I realized that I had something to do. The task of receiving the visiting delegation promised to Lu Daopei will be completed in the future, and more than 30 visiting scholars and businessmen from Taiwan are waiting in Lushun.

In the first few days after taking over the delegation, I took them on a tour of the Port Arthur and the shipyard. At that time, the navy was still in a state of combat readiness, and the military port remained semi-closed, so I only contacted a few destroyers for them to go up and have a look. To be honest, I am skeptical about the effectiveness of such visits, as these literati and businessmen have absolutely no understanding of the level of science and technology represented by the naval warships. Take the simplest iron cannon, which is found on every ship, and let the most advanced workshop of the Ming Kingdom build it, and they can't figure out how to ensure that the iron cannon body will not explode.

According to the information of the National Security Bureau on the Ming army, the artillery on our ship is a strategic weapon in the Ming army. The so-called "Hongyi cannon" is actually a European-style bronze cannon - this kind of thing is still a product of our last century. Yuan Chonghuan guarded Ningyuan, and he didn't know if the artillery on the city wall was as many as the cannons equipped with our two destroyers.

After a few days of sightseeing, I noticed that a young man named Huang Zongxi in the delegation was quite interested in the warship. As for the others, it is probably impossible to feel the power of the god of war from a stationary warship.

At the end of July, I received news that the first batch of coated slaves freed from the encirclement of southern Liaoning had completed the purification operation and arrived at the Lushun camp yesterday. A grievance meeting and a public trial of war criminals will be held in Kanto Town, west of Arthur City, and I decided to take the delegation to visit it. Experiencing the emotions of the people who have suffered so much up close may have a spiritual shock to the members of the delegation.

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It often rains in July in Liaodong. Although the global climate is abnormal due to the influence of the Xiaoice period, the heavy rain in the past few days still temporarily extinguished the heat in Lushun.

Kanto Town is a town founded by the citizens of Dongjiang Town, and was planned and designed by civil engineers when it was established, and a large square was set aside in the center of the town to serve as a place for the townspeople to live on weekdays. When the Southern Liaoning Campaign was still going on, many of the captured or voluntarily surrendered Baoyi were transferred here, and some prefabricated houses were built for them by the engineers to settle down.

After the surrender of General Houjin, the Political Department of the Group Army decided to hold a public trial here, and those low-level Jiannu who were captured on the battlefield and had no use value and had direct contact with the Baoyi were dragged here. The militiamen erected a bench in the center of the square, and rows of crosses were erected.

By the time the delegation arrived in Kanto Town by horse-drawn carriage, thousands of Baoyi had already been organized around the perimeter of the square. They had been in the prisoner camp for more than half a month, and their bodies had been cleaned up. The tattered clothes they had worn were collected and burned, and the rescued Han people of Liaodong wore different clothes according to their gender and age. Injuries and disabilities are treated by doctors, and all need to be sterilized, braided, and given insecticides.

In the eyes of the visiting delegation, they were faced with a sea of two or three thousand people dressed in light blue and dark blue. The same costumes give civilians the visual effect of the ocean, and when they stand in a crowd, they get a strong sense of security when they are surrounded by people dressed like themselves.

Before the start of the public trial, the coats stood quietly in the square. Soldiers with armbands walked back and forth, asking people to be quiet.

In the silence, the crowd at the front was a little restless. Huang Zongxi was on a horse, his eyes were much higher than the crowd, and he saw a group of Wehrmacht soldiers dragging more than two dozen people dressed as Jianzhou onto the stage and tying them to the cross.

As those Jiannu were exposed to the sight of the coats, more and more coats began to become agitated. Small voices mingled together, and the voices in the crowd grew louder and louder. The soldiers standing in the crowd did not stop them, but let the robbers make a noise.

A horn suddenly sounded on the stage, and the crowd quickly quieted down, and thousands of pairs of eyes looked at the political commissar of the Ao Song Dynasty on the stage.

The political commissar held an iron horn in his right hand and yelled at the crowd: "What is the noise, ah? I know what you're arguing about, but when I saw some people standing in front, I was so frightened that my feet went weak when I saw my former master being arrested! ”

"What are you afraid of, my fellow citizens!" The political commissar walked back and forth on the wooden platform, his left arm waved sharply, and his face turned red with excitement, "Are you still afraid of these Jiannu, these Jiannu who were beaten down by our defense army!" ”

"Look up at me!" He yelled and pointed to the front coat, "They've been tied to the shelf, they're already losers!" Many of you have the courage to come to us, why don't you have the courage to look at the slaves who enslave you! ”

The crowd listened in silence to the political commissar's lecture. Gradually, someone raised his head and stared at Jiannu on the stage, and a light began to appear in his eyes.

"Revenge for revenge, revenge for grievances! Everyone suffers, speak out, speak out! We'll get revenge on everyone! Another commissar also raised his horn and shouted.

A person suddenly emerged from the coat, strode onto the stage, and pounced on one of the Jiannu. He shouted hoarsely, and his fists rained down on the man, knocking him to the ground with the cross, and then he pounced on him and gnawed at the man with his teeth.

"He killed my father, killed my mother, and raped my daughter-in-law!" After the guards separated the two, the man with flesh and blood on his mouth raised his head and cried, hugging the thigh of one of the guards and screaming.

The political commissar strode over, dragged the Jiannu up from the ground, carried the man's braid in one hand, and raised the horn in the other: "Zhengbai Flag Jiannu Muktu, Niu Lu is true!" He pointed to Baoyi, who was still crying bitterly, and yelled at the crowd: "This brother has been lost in Liaodong for five or six years, and he has come here after all the calamities, and he can still have such blood, this is the style of the Han family's men!" Who else has a blood feud, tell it together! ”

He took a short knife from the soldier's hand, handed it to the coat, and said to him aloud: "I will allow you to kill this dog thief yourself, do you dare?" ”

"The villain dares, the villain dares!" Bao Yi took the knife tremblingly, and turned his head to look at the Jiannu, who was watching him.

The guards tore off the rags that bound Najianu's mouth, and Muktu immediately screamed and begged for mercy, his body writhing like a maggot on the cross.

"You dare to beg for mercy!" The wrapper struggled to get up from the ground, screaming and stabbing the knife into Muktu's lower abdomen, and pulling it out again, "My father and mother knelt down and begged you, and you didn't let them go!" ”

Thousands of people in the audience were looking at the wrapper, watching him slash and kill the cow Lu Ezhen one by one. After a few minutes, the bag was exhausted, the knife let go and fell to the ground, and he fell to his knees and wept bitterly, the howl was sharp and miserable.

The other coaters still didn't move, but there was some commotion. The Tartar has been accumulating power for many years, and even though dozens of Zhenyi are now tied to the cross, no one continues to come up.

Another political commissar in charge of singing red faces spoke: "You are all ordinary people in Liaodong, you have been brutalized for a long time, we all know it. Now that Jiannu has been defeated by our army, and the Tartars are tied here, you are still cowering, are you really a son without eggs? This is the land of our Han people, you are not slaves or coats, you are the masters here. If you don't wake up today, and you don't even have the courage to take revenge, then we really can't save you, you are born cheap bones, destined to be a cow and horse for Jiannu for a lifetime. ”

"Touch your heads, it's not been long since the braids have been cut off. I was forced to keep a pig's tail on my head, if we didn't come, you would have died, and you saw your ancestors, and your ancestors asked you, who are you? It's my descendants, and my descendants don't have this tail on their heads! ”

"Think about it! When you were enslaved by Jiannu, you were excusable for stealing your life. Now that you have regained your freedom, do you still have to keep your head down? When you see your father and wife who are dead, what do you say to them? Do you have the face to see them? ”

Finally there was a cry from the crowd, and someone fell to his knees in agony, his body curled up in a ball. The cry quickly spread through the crowd, and the suffering that had been accumulated in the heart for years exploded at this moment. It has been more than ten years since Jiannu got up, and every Baoyi present has relatives and friends who died under Jiannu's iron hooves. When they were enslaved by Jiannu, in order to survive, they buried their pain and hatred in their hearts, and gradually became numb with time. Now, these painful memories are awakened, and the mask of numbness is shattered by shame and anger.

The robes erupted, and the Chins tied to the cross were drowned out by the angry sea of people, and the brief screams were covered by the roars of the people. The commissars and soldiers withdrew from the space and let the tumbling sea of people tear apart everything for the slave owners.

I turned my face sideways to look at Huang Zongxi beside me, his mouth was wide open, his eyes were stunned to look at the crowd on the stage, and he didn't even know that saliva was flowing down.

In the roar of "kill him, kill him" that shook the world, I leaned closer and asked Fang Hai, "Who is that political commissar above?" ”

"The report is seconded from Dengzhou Town, and the name is Zhao Xuan."