The third volume sailed in the Ming Dynasty

Five thousand against eight hundred, and in such a situation, the result can be imagined.

Soon after, the fighting ended quickly and the revolt gradually subsided. The undead and the injured were gathered together, trembling and looking at the Ming soldiers who surrounded them.

Stomp ......

The sound of horses' hooves stopped in front of more than 200 Mongol prisoners, and it was the generals Dong Changqing and Li Xiang who led this team.

Dong Changqing didn't have any emotion in his eyes, lowered his gaze and looked down at them, and then called the recruit Yang Kongming of Qianhu who was assigned to the team, "Let the rookies line up." ”

"No." Yang Kongming finished saluting and quickly went to sort out the team.

"Whoever doesn't have blood on his hands will be out of the queue immediately."

More than 500 recruits and soldiers looked at each other with their heads down, and slowly walked out with their heads down.

Dong Changqing closed his eyes, without a trace of expression on his face, but slowly spit out: "Kill them all, don't use guns." ”

Whew......

The knife was unsheathed, and the cold light was cold.

When raised, the captured Mongol opened his mouth and shouted, his voice became noisy, he did not know what to say, and pushed the child next to him out.

At the same time, several tattered figures staggered out and shouted: "General, please spare your life, the slave is a Ming person." ”

"Bring it over and ask what's going on?"

Seeing someone claiming to be a Ming person, Dong Changqing opened his eyes and said to the guards beside him.

After a while, the guards familiarly searched the bodies of the four people, and then took them to Dong Changqing and asked them to kneel down and speak.

"General, the minions were assigned to the Mongols as slaves after they stole Shenyang, please be merciful."

This guy estimates that he has been a slave for a long time, and he has taken this consciousness deep into his heart, and now he sees the Ming army, and he keeps calling himself a slave.

Dong Changqing heard that he was speaking in a good manner, and he looked like a literati, so he asked: "What is your name, stand up and speak, have you ever read a book?" ”

"Thank you, my lord, the slave's name is Wu Huohua, the family used to be passable, and my father and two elder brothers were on an errand in Shenyang Zhongwei.

Seeing that the slave was weak and not a soldier, his father sent the slave to a private school at the age of eight and studied for three and a half years. ”

This person named Wu Huohua can't see his real age, but he is just vicissitudes. Speaking of the past, there is a flash of remembrance in his eyes, and more of it is gloomy.

"What are those Tartars called? Who are those women? Also, don't be a minion at every turn, disgusting! ”

Among the captives, the sharp-eyed Li Xiang noticed that several women were good-looking. Although it looks like the skin is a little rougher, not as tender as a Han woman, but the appearance is quite standard.

"My lord, they say that the children are not yet the height of the wheels, and according to the rules of the grassland, they are not considered warriors, and they hope that we will let these children go.

And the three women are the concubines of the head, and the two next to them are daughters, known as the pearls of the grassland. ”

Wu Huohua pointed to the five women in the captivity and introduced them one by one.

"Hey...... These Tartar women are just for the brothers, and these dog-days are just a tooth for a tooth for a tooth to slander our Han sisters. ”

Li Xiang smiled coldly after hearing this, several scars on his face were tangled together, and ordered his soldiers to escort the five crying women alone.

Ahead, Yang Kongming looked at the little faces with dark and hateful eyes shrunk into the arms of adults, and looked at Dong Changqing with some hesitation.

"Do it."

A drop of rain slipped from the sky, and Dong Changqing, who was on the war horse, suddenly opened his eyes, raised his cloak, and shouted violently.

"Kill!"

The military order is like a mountain!

Pieces of knives were raised, and some of the Ming soldiers laughed hideously, or rushed up with round eyes and raised knives to chop indiscriminately, emboldening themselves.

The cold blade fell, bringing up a large piece of flesh and blood, and someone subconsciously reached out to block it with several knives, and in a blink of an eye, his arm flew up, and blood splashed.

The cries and screams of the Tartars merged.

The frantically brandished blades of the soldiers were stained with blood on their upper bodies, and the blood seeped from under their feet and flowed through the soil to the outside.

The rain fluttered, and when it was blown by the wind, it turned into oblique rain, and there was no sound coming from the captives who surrounded it.

There were more monks and less porridge, and the prisoners of more than 200 people were obviously not enough for more than 500 soldiers to kill. Therefore, some soldiers became spectators.

Dong Changqing rode a few small steps, looked at most of the Ming soldiers who were vomiting, raised his hand and waved it and roared loudly:

"Brothers, in the past Koubian, which time was the Tartar not the vanguard of Jiannu?

Some of you will be able to understand if you are merciful and soft-hearted, but you will also be soft-hearted!

But please don't forget, your relatives, your neighbors, there are also old people and children among them, but have the Tartars spared them? Are the Tartars soft-hearted and merciful?

Wu Huohua, you have been staying in Liaodong and the grassland, tell you what is the difference between Jiannu and Tatar? ”

"Generals, Jiannu and Tartar are actually the same, just a pair of beasts and beasts, there is no difference.

In June of the third year of the Apocalypse, Jiannu heard that the number of people in Benxi had increased.

The enemy chieftain Nurhachi sent Daishan, Azig, Dudu, Shuo and other Beylers with 20,000 troops, killed all the men, and brought back a large number of children and livestock.

In the first month of the following year, he issued nine successive khaki edicts, sending a large number of officers and soldiers of the Eight Banners to check the grain of the Han people in most of the districts under the jurisdiction of the Jin State.

The enemy chieftain insulted the people who did not plough the fields, had no grain, and did not settle at home, and wanted to flee to the Ming Dynasty from here.

The officers and men of the Eight Banners were ordered to regard the people without grain as enemies, immediately arrest them and send them, and on the 27th day of the first month, they killed more than 100,000 people who were found from all over the world.

As for the tartars, too.

Slave...... The villain was sent to the Mongolian steppe as a slave in Chongzhen for three years, and in the past ten years, the tribe has successively had more than 200 Ming slaves.

But now you see, there are only four of us left. The others were all beaten to death, starved to death, sick to death, and died of exhaustion, but none of them died of old age.

Even so, we men are better, we can't bear it, and we die if we want to. But the Ming woman is ...... I can't survive, I can't die.

They're really brutes...... Whew......"

Under the drizzle and slanting wind, Wu Huohua cried with tears streaming down his face, and when it came to the back, his thin body looked up to the sky and howled.

"I'm not human! Cheap coward! ”

After hearing this, someone opened his mouth to reveal Bai Sensen's teeth under the blood, reached out and slapped himself fiercely, tears flowing down with blood.

"I relented just now, and I only slashed once, forgetting how my little sister was killed by the Tartar scourge......"

Among them, someone cried and slapped himself hard.

Some people around him slapped themselves one after another, and there was a crackling sound, and some people even howled and cried.

Dong Changqing raised his hand to make them stop, and a raging anger jumped in his chest, "Brothers, Qin Du is right, Da Ming and Tartar are not a dispute between one family and one surname, not a dispute between one place and one time.

Therefore, I want to let Jiannu and Tatars know that blood debts and blood are repaid, and there are also ruthless people among our Han people, and they will also kill! Even more ferocious! ”

"Blood debt and blood repayment!"

Everyone roared in response.

"Leave a team of 100 to take care of the injured brother and assemble at location one.

Take away as many horses, grain, gold and silver as you can, and kill them all, not a single living creature, not a single cow or sheep.

The yellow steppe is not good-looking, turn it red to me, brother façade, let's go to the next tribe. ”

Li Xiang stood on the stirrups with his legs and screamed vigorously.

"No!"