War will always be cruel, and the dead will always be the main theme.

The knots and others in the room were trembling one by one, and they really didn't expect the Ming army outside the room to do such a thing, and even threaten themselves with unarmed ordinary people.

It's just that they seem to have forgotten at this time that they themselves had driven countless people of the Ming Kingdom to rush towards the tall city wall in the distance.

As the eyes and ears of the army, the scouts crisscross Liaodong, and when they are fine, they naturally need to scratch their tongues and inquire about the military situation. Over time, some of them learned the Jurchen afterwards. A clear scout came to the front of the house at Wu Sangui's signal and began to threaten the knots and others in the house in Jurchen words.

When the people in the house listened, they immediately put down their weapons and came out to surrender, giving stubborn resistance only a dead end. Give you time to stick a stick of incense, and if you can't bring it out, kill two people for every stick of incense."

The words of the Ming army scout reached the house, and the others stared at each other with big eyes. In fact, everyone understands in their hearts that going out or not going out is a dead end. He and the others have already killed a Ming army, and the other party will definitely not let him and the others go.

The problem now is that the villagers outside the house, if the Ming army really keeps its word, only severely punish themselves and others to let the people outside the house go. For the sake of the continuation of the village, they are also willing to lay down their weapons and be captured. It's just that if the Ming army does not keep its reputation, it will die in vain.

It's a pity that the choice is now in the hands of the Ming army, and everyone's hearts are a little heavy for a while.

And for the Ming army, the entire village must be slaughtered. The identity of himself and others is obviously a scout, as long as people with a certain amount of military knowledge can see that once their whereabouts are exposed, it is very likely that the enemy commander will think of the position of the army, after all, the scout cannot be too far away from the army. What the people are doing now is nothing more than a trick to lure the enemy.

In fact, there is a better way, which is to set fire to it. It's just that in this way, the comrades who died in the house will also have no bones, which is really a huge *) for Chinese who pay attention to entering the soil for safety*).

Of course, there are still some careful thoughts of the people here, there is no way, the Ming army has been beaten too badly by Jiannu over the years. After a long time, everyone felt a little shadow in their hearts. Set fire to burn directly, after all, some are too unintuitive, but it is more exciting to directly cut off the opponent's head with a knife.

At this time, the knots in the house were also divided into two factions. Some people advocate laying down their arms and going out, just hoping that the Ming army can really spare the suffering and innocent villagers outside the house as they say, but this hope is too small, but no matter how small the hope is, it can be regarded as hopeful.

On the other hand, people think that Ming Jun will not easily let go of ordinary people, and they have been fighting to the death with the Ming army over the years, and the hatred between the two sides is already very deep.

To be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself, although Wu Sangui didn't know this sentence, it was the same reason, and when he saw a few people in the house, there was no movement. His face suddenly turned fierce, and he waved his hand to signal a waiter.

After two screams, the two headless corpses fell limply to the ground. Behind him, the cries of the people were heard.

To the Ming scouts, these cries were like the moving voices of the courtesans in the Tianxiang Garden, which sounded like a pleasure, but for the knots in the house, they were devastating. They are not very strange to such cries, because they also seemed to enjoy such screams when they were younger, but now they have changed positions.

"I can't stand it, everyone give a happy word, whether to rush out and fight with the Ming army, or lay down their arms and surrender to the Ming army, and strive to let go of those people outside the house."

A grumpy old man listened to the miserable cries outside the house, and his face suddenly twisted into a beastly roar.

For a while, everyone's eyes were also a little erratic, and some people who advocated resisting the Ming army to the end also began to be in a trance.

All this was pouted in his eyes, and his old and determined face was also relaxed at this time.

"Surrender".

He pouted softly and said weakly, once as a small leader under Nurhachi, he knew the current situation too well. No matter how much he resisted, he was still dying, and he didn't believe in the Ming army on the other side, and he really forgot the very simple and labor-saving method of setting fire to it. There was still a trace of expectation in his heart, thinking that the Ming army really planned to let go of the villagers outside the house, so he didn't set fire, but just wanted to force himself and the others to put down their weapons and go out, after all, they have always said that they are a great country of etiquette.

Soon the door to the room was opened, and seven or eight old men came out one after another, throwing their weapons on the ground.

Wu Sangui's eyes suddenly became a little cold, he really didn't expect that it was a group of old people who were over half a hundred years old who resisted his own people. There was even a brother who was lost in the hands of these people who were about to die, which made Wu Sangui, who led the troops out for the first time, always feel a little unhappy in his heart.

As these old men came out, several Ming army scouts, for the sake of safety, quietly walked into the house with weapons in their hands to see if anyone was still hiding.

The room was basic, just a place to pile up weeds. At this time, there were two corpses lying in the middle of the room, one of which belonged to his brother, and the other was dressed in the clothes of ordinary people, and blood was sliding from his neck.

One of the scouts took two steps forward to the corpse, dressed in ordinary clothes, and reached out to try it around his neck, only to find that there was indeed no pulse, and then he was relieved. This person is none other than the pout.

Now that he had lifted up the corpses of his comrades on the ground and walked out of the room, he was thrown aside at will, as if he were throwing an inconspicuous piece of goods.

Wu Sangui and Xiong Jia, who were standing together outside the house, saw a few people come out, and quietly gave a look, already understanding in their hearts.

"We have come out, you quickly release these villagers, we killed people, if you want to kill them, you can do whatever you want."

When an old man saw Mingjun, he just stood opposite and stared at him, and he couldn't help but stand up in a little anxious. Since I don't know Chinese, I stammer.

"Let all these villagers go, as for how dare you kill my great soldiers, it's the most difficult to escape, tie them all up for me."

At this time, the Xiong family stood up, and a murderous word came out of his mouth.

Suddenly, more than a dozen Ming army scouts swarmed up, laying on the hands and tying them up. These seven or eight old men seemed to have given up resistance in their hearts and were bound by the Ming army. It's just that his eyes have been staring at the villagers who are running away from the village, and there is a hint in his eyes that they want to run faster.

Soon, seven or eight people were trapped like rice dumplings, and their whole bodies were trapped and lying on the ground and unable to move.

"Shut their mouths".

The Xiong family didn't know what kind of considerations they had, so they asked their subordinates to plug all the mouths of seven or eight people with cotton cloth.

He took a heavy breath, and the fresh, cold air passed through his nose to his heart and lungs, and his eyes looked at the fleeing villagers.

"The hunt begins".