Liaodong, Shengjing City, outside the West Gate.

There are countless people gathered here, and they are all people who have been taken captive from the Ming Kingdom. The livestock, mules, and horses have been collected, and this time is the distribution of personnel.

At this time, outside the city, the same thing was being done outside the eight city gates, and the Eight Banners were judging other people's populations according to their own territory. This time, the left and right invaded the Ming Kingdom, crisscrossing thousands of miles, breaking more than 70 cities, and capturing more than 400,000 people, but some of them were divided.

These captives gathered together as a family unit. They all looked in horror at their former compatriots, the Han Chinese who had been plundered a few years before them, waiting for the judgment of fate.

These former Han people, now the servants of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty, have their hair shaved, and only a handful of hair the size of a copper coin is left behind their heads, dragging a ruler-long braid. Some are bareheaded, while others are wearing melon-skin hats. They scorned these Han people, these inferior slaves.

"Listen up!" A steward shouted loudly, "Report your occupation and your craft." What to say, don't hide it! Don't talk nonsense! ”

The Ming people below listened in silence and did not move.

The steward did not urge, but waved his hand and shouted, "Bring it up!" ”

A group of men, women, and children were brought up, all with ropes tied to their hands, and their heads bowed.

"It's all good!" The steward shouted loudly: "These three families, conceal and misreport their craftsmanship. Dare to pretend to be a gunsmith in order to ask for preferential treatment! Now it has been discovered, and the man has been decapitated! The rest of the young children and dependents were given to the armored people as slaves! ”

The looted Ming people began to talk sympathetically, and there was a "buzzing" sound in the crowd.

The steward didn't care about this, waved his hand, and ordered: "Execution!" ”

It's not like beheading a prisoner on death row, and you have to wait for three o'clock in the afternoon. The executioner, who was actually also Han, directly brought out the men over the age of sixteen in the three families. Two men grabbed the arms, one grabbed the long hair that was scattered in front of the side, and the executioner with the thick-backed knife slashed down, and the prisoner's head was lifted into the hands of the man who grabbed the long hair. Blood spurted out of the severed neck, splattering the land two feet away with blood.

The severed heads were thrown by the executioners at the feet of the Han people of the Ming Kingdom who had been plundered, making the Han people scream in horror and retreat. And these executioners laughed happily.

More than a dozen heads were cut off at the same time, and the families who had lost their husbands, children, and fathers began to cry. But the Qing soldiers did not give them any more time to grieve, whipped them with whips, and drove them away.

The steward appeared again at this time, and he shouted loudly: "This is the end of the indiscriminate reporting technique!" Pretty good! Blacksmiths, coppersmiths, who can make cannons, go to the northernmost part of the line to report. Carpenters, masons, brick burners, go to the second table on the north side and line up to register. Weavers, embroiderers, go to the third table in the north to report! If you have a talent or above, go to the fourth table to report! Merchant, go to the fifth table to register! All the others go to the three tables in the south to register! Think about it all, don't go to the wrong place! If you cut off your head, you won't be able to grow back! ”

The looted Ming people did not move, but still stood in place.

The steward waved his hand and ordered lightly: "Go, help them, let them move." ”

After receiving the instructions, a group of slaves rushed into the crowd, whipping the looted Ming people with whips and wooden sticks, and shouting: "Go and register! Don't stand stupid! Just go! ”

The crowd finally moved to the screams and pleadings, and went to the place where they were supposed to go. Those dozen bloody heads made them dare not have the slightest luck, so they could only register according to the truth.

After half an hour, the looted Akito finally lined up at each table. The steward spat on the ground and said contemptuously: "Inferior! ”

The real Eight Banners Qing soldiers were on the city tower, or on horseback, watching the killing and fighting between this group of Han people. They smiled and pointed at each other, as if they were watching a group of animals perform. Of course, they speak Manchu, their Chinese language.

While the crowd was registering, a group of cavalry rumbled and galloped in. After the cavalry stopped, a general shouted loudly: "Prince Yu has arrived!" ”

The steward, as well as the other slaves, immediately knelt down and kowtowed loudly: "The slave knocks to see the master!" ”

Riding on his horse, Duoduo ordered lightly: "Stop first, I'll pick a few people." ”

"Master," the steward said in embarrassment: "The emperor has decreed that the families of Han craftsmen cannot be moved. ”

"Whose minion are you?" Duoduo still asked lightly.

The steward didn't dare to persuade him again, so he had to kowtow and say, "The slave is the master's slave." Master, please. ”

Duoduo jumped off his horse and walked around among the Ming people who had been swept away, with his whip in hand. He only looked at young women, and when he saw a beautiful woman and a good figure, he would point it with a horsewhip, and the guards behind him would drag the woman out of the crowd. If her family dared to stop it, she was directly beaten with a scabbard.

People know what this is going to do, and it has happened countless times when the city is broken, on the way to the outside of the gate. These Qing soldiers and generals are going to spoil women again, and those women who have been snatched away will not come back in a good way.

After picking on more than twenty young women in the crowd, Dordor lost interest. He came to the women who were lined up, carefully picked out the most beautiful one, picked her up and laid her across the saddle, and turned over on the horse. After that, he waved his horsewhip at his subordinates and said, "The rest, you will be rewarded!" ”

His subordinates knelt down on one knee, clasped their fists and said, "Thank you for the master's reward!" Then they shouted for joy, rushed forward, and pulled a woman at random, also across the saddle like Dord.

"Gone! Happy to go! With a wave of his whip, Duoduo galloped away on his warhorse.

"Oh~oh~oh~oh~", his generals also whipped their horses, let out a strange scream, and galloped away with Duoduo.

The steward, as well as the Han slaves, finally stood up from the ground, and the master did not let them get up, so they could only kneel. Now that the master is gone, they will continue to work for the master.

"What are you doing standing?! Keep registering! The steward shouted loudly, completely devoid of the humility and caution just now.

There were bursts of crying from the crowd, but the registration process began smoothly.

The steward was in a good mood and taught loudly: "Don't cry, you should be happy." If your women can serve their masters well, maybe they will be able to get a great fortune. When the time comes, others will still be jealous of your good luck, hahaha! ”