The dust is flying, the shovels and pickaxes are waving, and the road leading to Tengchong is full of people, and the labor scene is in full swing. There are not only people in various villages and villages, but also a very special team in the road-breaking army. The men, all in tattered clothes and shaved heads, worked in pairs, their left and right feet handcuffed together by a kind of wooden shackles, and they struggled to dig the ground. And not far from these people, there were Ming soldiers or native soldiers with unkind faces staring at them.

That's right, these people are the officers and soldiers of the Ganshan Green Battalion who surrendered, and they are serving hard labor to atone for the sins they have committed, which is Zhu Yongxing's temporary prisoner policy.

Since the phrase "those who descend will not be killed" has been shouted, although Zhu Yongxing does not want to forgive these guys who owe blood debts to innocent people, he also realizes that he cannot be impulsive. He has a long-term plan, so he must have a long-term vision, and he cannot just try to be happy for a while, so that the future enemies will have the heart to fight to the death.

In troubled times, soldiers were like bandits, the discipline of the Qing army was corrupt, and the remnants of the people were successful, and the Ming army also had such scum. Even after Li Dingguo killed He Jiuyi with a stick, when the officers and soldiers of the He battalion fled, they were worried that the escaped officers and soldiers might act as guides for the Qing army and sneak to attack, so they burned all the houses in Menggen's city, and the young and strong of Menggen's Yi people were taken captive, and the weak and young were killed.

Undoubtedly, on the issue of how to deal with the captives, Zhu Yongxing was faced with a difficult choice between the two worlds, and was also in a contradiction that was difficult to resolve. But he knew that it was wrong to kill all the captives, and he had to use them as coolies before he could think of a specific way to deal with them.

And these coolies have also been screened, and after reporting and exposing each other, although some captives also have blood debts, they have meritorious reports and have received different treatment. Only more than 40 officers and soldiers of the Shaanxi Green Battalion received Zhu Yongxing's solemn promise: those who are willing to join the Ming army are welcomed, and those who are unwilling are sent home after the war when they are not willing to be sent home after the war.

"Smack!" With a bang, Sun Sishun, a prisoner of the Ganshan Green Battalion, who was somewhat distracted, was hit with a bamboo strip on his back, and a native soldier shouted and cursed in strange Chinese.

Alas, Sun Sishun sighed, picked up the pickaxe and worked hard. Man is really a strange animal, staring at the battle array, desperately fighting, once relieved, choose to abandon the weapon and surrender, as a prisoner, it is difficult to regenerate the heart of resistance.

Whoever allowed himself to kill and set fire, this is God's punishment. Sun Sishun felt sorry for himself, but this kind of psychology had a lot to do with Zhu Yongxing. Of course, it is indispensable for these captives to denounce their wrongdoings and make them repent. Under Zhu Yongxing's orders, some of the bitter masters who had been poisoned by the Qing army were recruited, some fled from Yongchang, and some fled from other farther places. Or they were directly invited to the prisoner camp, or their tragic deeds were recorded, and others did the work for them, and these prisoners were regularly accused and denounced.

First criticize harshly, then let the captives criticize themselves, until they weep bitterly and truly realize the sins they have committed. Of course, this is not Zhu Yongxing's initiative, but his plagiarism from later generations. And this brainwashing indoctrination and education has proven to be successful. Sun Sishun is one such example, and he has been able to consciously regard this kind of abuse and hard labor as his deserved retribution.

The sound of horses' hooves was rapid, and a dozen knights galloped along the preserved one-third of the avenue. Then the horses shouted, and several Ming horsemen stopped beside this group of prisoners.

"Let's stop what we're doing." A cavalryman of the Ming army paused for a long time, and when he saw that everyone had stopped working, he turned his gaze over, and shouted loudly: Your Highness has an order, and there are prisoners of war who are good at singing, and those who are good at singing and willing to contribute to our Ming army to resist the enemy can be forgiven. Those who wish to come out will immediately become a sergeant of our Ming army. ”

In the face of this sudden good thing, the prisoners of war did not wake up immediately and be good at singing? What are these conditions and why?

Sun Sishun was also very surprised, and couldn't help but take a closer look at these Ming cavalry, but they were facing a familiar face. It turned out that one of the riders was a brother in the Ganshan Green Battalion, nicknamed Wang Fu'er, who usually made fun of him for being timid and careful, but he didn't expect that people would be kind and rewarded, and he had become a member of the Ming army.

With a pair of eyes, the Ming soldier who had turned from a prisoner to a regular smiled, hesitated for a moment, and said respectfully to the officer: "My lord, I know a few people who are good at singing, I don't know——"

"If you know it, ask it." The leader of the Ming army is just a chief, listening to this recruit call respectfully, his expression is a little gloomy, and he said: "If you want to have a loud voice, Your Highness only needs fifty people, and it is considered luck to pick one." ”

"Adult, villain has a loud voice."

"Adult, the villain has a big voice, and he sings well."

"Adults, villains sing Bangzi when they are young, and others rap better than plays."

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The prisoners of war came to their senses, and when they heard that the number of places was limited, and who did not want to be freed from this hard labor immediately, many of them had the courage to boast to themselves, hoping to be one of the lucky ones.

Bangzi cavity is a common name, the correct name should be called Qin cavity, formed in Qin, refined in the Han Dynasty, Changming in the Tang Dynasty, complete in the Yuan, mature in the Ming, broadcast in the Qing Dynasty, after several evolutions, it is a grand view. It can be described as a fairly ancient opera, which can be called the originator of Chinese opera. Because it uses jujube wood bangzi as a percussion instrument, it is also called "bangzi cavity", or "bangzi" (because the bangzi makes a "trance" sound when hitting the joint).

Because the Qin dialect has a long history and is popular in Shaanxi, Gansu, Qinghai, Ningxia, Xinjiang and other places in the northwest, there are not many people in the Ganxi Green Camp Middle School. As for whether the singing is good or bad, it is not easy to tell. Anyway, Zhu Yongxing's selection of the Qin dialect was not a whim, he wanted to listen to so many songs, but for another purpose.

"You, you, and your ......" Wang Fu'er stretched out her hand and pointed out, called a few brothers who knew each other, and walked through the back door, so that these guys could get out of the sea of suffering in advance.

The Ming army Xiaoqi jumped off the horse and explained the reason to the local soldiers guarding it, and the local soldiers dared to disobey, and they all laughed and flattered. The personnel were quickly selected, the native soldiers stepped forward to open the shackles, and fifty lucky people gathered in one place, escorted by these dozen Ming cavalry, all the way away.

"God willing, Bodhisattva blessing, finally no longer have to serve hard labor." Sun Sishun's ankle was ground by the wooden flail and the skin was broken and bleeding, but he still took a big stride, followed the team closely, and kept praying in his heart, and when he happened to meet Wang Fu'er's eyes, he quickly nodded gratefully.

"Wang Dou, it's so boring, it's better for you to sing the words written by His Highness, and teach them by the way." Seeing that the speed of the infantry and cavalry was not fast, the commander of the Ming army couldn't help frowning, and said to Wang Fu'er: "When I see Your Highness, if you can sing those two sentences, Your Highness will be happy in your heart." ”