"Tong is dead, and those who descend will not die!" Jiang Chuan rode his horse to the remaining thousand Tartar soldiers and said in a loud voice.

From Tong Yangxing taking people out of the valley to the annihilation of the 2,000 men and horses, it didn't even take half an hour. It's not like these Tartar soldiers have never seen this kind of speed, but the losing side is basically the Ming army, and they are the one who creates miracles.

But I didn't expect that today, this group of enemies of unknown origin suddenly appeared to reverse this miracle, so that the Manchu warriors who have always boasted of being invincible in the world have become a group of sheep without resistance, and even the Han army, which is known as the name of warriors in the Eight Banners, has been killed, which has caused a psychological impact on these remaining 1,000 Tartar soldiers.

The myth of the undefeated Eight Banners warriors has been shattered, and their psychology is in panic and helplessness at the moment, and none of them are at a loss.

The composition of the so-called Eight Banners of the Han Army is basically composed of Han people, these Han people include the local indigenous Han people in Liaodong, there are also Han people who were taken away by the Tatars from the border towns of the Ming Dynasty, and there are also Han people who surrendered from the Ming army, so it can be said that the origin is very complicated.

But there is one thing in common, that is, everyone is Han Chinese. When they were forced to surrender, many people were actually unwilling from the bottom of their hearts, but they had to obey under the threat of life and death.

Except for Tong Yangxing, a hardcore traitor of two generations of father and son, there are not many people at the bottom who are willing to really want to be Tartars.

The parents of the body are affected by the skin, but the Tartars want to force the Han people to get rid of the Chinese clothes and replace them with the disgusting and ugly money rat tail of the Jurchens, except for a few scum, few people can accept it emotionally.

Therefore, many people emotionally hope that the Ming Dynasty can become strong, so that they have the opportunity to return to their home country and become an upright man again. Although reason told them that this was not realistic at all, even if the Ming Dynasty really recovered Liaodong and defeated the Tartars, it would be impossible to pardon those who treated them who had surrendered the Tartars, and it was very likely that they would be regarded as the Tartars slashed with a knife.

So in this contradictory mentality, these people can only continue to be "Tartars".

At this time, although they had this opportunity, they didn't know anything about each other, and they didn't know what kind of treatment they would encounter after surrendering, so they were all nervous, their eyes were frightened and hesitant, you look at me, I look at you, but none of them dared to say surrender.

But they did not have the courage to take up arms and resist to the end.

Jiang Chuan looked at the expressions of these people, thought about it slightly, and knew it in his heart, took off his helmet and held it in his hand, rode his horse forward a few steps and glanced at the remnants of the thousand Manchu Qing Dynasty and said loudly: "I am a Han person, a real Han family son." I know that you were once Han Chinese. I also know that most of you have been forced to become a fake "Tartar" under the threat of the sword. But you all know in your hearts that these Tartars have never regarded you as their real own people at all, and you are just a group of cannon fodder in their eyes, a group of cannon fodder who can die for the Manchurians at any time. ”

Jiang Chuan's words pierced the pain in the hearts of many people, and they all slowly raised their heads to look at Jiang Chuan, and their eyes began to focus.

"I know that each of you can't forget the fact that you are Han Chinese, and you don't want to continue to use these Manchurian Tartars who don't treat you as cattle and horses as cannon fodder, and you don't want your children to be slaves to the Tartars for the rest of your life. You must have thought that one day you would be able to return to your home country and put on my Han family clothes again, and be an upright Han family. ”

Jiang Chuan's words aroused the deepest desire in many people's hearts, and many people began to lower their heads and silently began to wipe their tears.

"I also know, but you are afraid, afraid that even if you go back, your home country Daming will not want you, and even kill you, and will not let you be an upright Han man again. Then I'll tell you today, it's right for you to think so, of course Da Ming won't want you, because you once picked up a knife and gun against Da Ming, although you were forced, but you did be Da Ming's enemy. Therefore, it is impossible for you to return to Daming in this life. ”

Jiang Chuan's voice suddenly increased, and many Qing soldiers trembled when they listened, and their faces showed a look of despair.

Of course, Jiang Chuan didn't mean to hit them on purpose, what he said was the truth, although it sounded cruel, but if he wanted to subdue these people, he had to dispel some of their undeserved fantasies and thoughts from the beginning, and let them know who was the one who could really save them.

"But what I can tell you is that it was not the officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty who defeated you today, but me, Jiang Chuan, me and my soldiers defeated you, and defeated you with a speed and method that you never thought of, and cut off the head of Tong Yangxing, a hardcore traitor who was bent on working for the Tartars. I want you to know that today I can defeat Tong Yangxing, and tomorrow I can cut off Dorgon's head. I came to this world to destroy all tyranny and to make those Han people like me live like people. ”

"I can tell you that one day, I will use the head of Huang Taiji to announce the end of the Manchus, and that day will not be too far away. You may not believe it, but if you look at the heads and blood all over the ground, you can feel the determination of me and my soldiers. So, I give you one last chance to be the sons of the Han family again, pick up the knife in your hand, cut off the ugly braid at the back of your head, and then throw down your weapon and walk out. I can guarantee that as long as you keep to yourself, I will let each and every one of you live a decent life, and no longer have to be used as cattle and horses. I will give you a stick of incense now, if a stick of incense time has passed, and no one comes out, then I will treat you as real tartars, then there is only one way for you, death! ”

The last dead word, Jiang Chuan, was deliberately stretched very long, so that every Qing soldier could clearly feel his determination.

A soldier next to him had already lit a stick of incense, held it high in his hand.

Looking at the red dots that began to burn slowly on the incense, there was silence in the group of Qing soldiers, only one breath, many people you look at me, I look at you, the knives in their hands are clenched, as if waiting for a leader.

Suddenly, a Qing soldier shouted: "That's right, Lao Tzu will never be a Tartar dog again, and he will no longer be willing to be a cow and a horse for a Tartar, Lao Tzu is out of the way!" ”

After finishing speaking, his left hand grabbed the money rat tail behind his head, and the knife light flashed in his right hand, and the pigtail was immediately broken, and then the pigtail was thrown to the ground fiercely, and he stepped on it twice with his foot, and the long knife in his hand was also thrown to the ground, and he strode out, with a look of determination.