Eat the emperor's grain, repay the emperor's kindness, the Son of Heaven has an edict, even if it is difficult, you should move forward bravely! The king does not want his ministers to die, and the ministers also hold on to death; Don't be a minister, but a minister should go! There is no reason, just because we are soldiers of the Son of Heaven!

Maybe you and I will die on the battlefield, but what does it matter? The Shroud of Horse Leather is our destiny. But our blood will surely create the peace of the Ming Dynasty! Our names will also be engraved on the inscriptions, and we will enjoy the incense offerings of future generations. Life is like this, what more could you ask for!

White mountains and black soil, we fought bloody battles with Dongyu, and our blood was sprinkled on the big and small Ling River and the city of Jinzhou. Were we afraid? We weren't afraid! For what! Because we know what to fight for and die for, there is no force in this world that can stop us from moving forward! No one can withstand our attacking sword! Victory is always ours!

Jiannu is not afraid, so why not be afraid of thieves in the area! I believe that this time the thief who went south will be like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, and the hole thief will be wiped to ashes! When we return from victory, the Son of Heaven will give us imperial wine at the noon gate, and I will not get drunk with all my brothers at that time!

Don't get drunk! Don't get drunk! Don't get drunk! The excited sergeants cheered, Shi Dayong, who took the lead, was already a god in their hearts, and they were willing to follow this general who did not abandon the bones of his subordinates to fight any enemy.

Come, bring up the dogs! Ben was going to sacrifice the flag with them!

With Shi Dayong's order, one hundred and eighty-three Jiannu prisoners were driven by swords and guns, and they came in horror. {.

From the excitement of the Ming army's shouting, the captives had a premonition, and they instinctively retreated, but they were angrily reprimanded and whipped by the Ming army.

The Jinzhou soldiers cruelly dragged the chains in their mouths and noses, dragging them forward like cattle and sheep.

The heart-rending screams came from the captives' throats and eyes, and they were terrible.

In desperation, the officers of the military department became the only hope for the survival of the captives, and they asked those officials for advice in their unfamiliar Chinese: My lord, save us, we surrendered, we surrendered

However, no one could save them, and the officials of the military department had already received instructions from the palace, and the Jiannu escorted by the Jinzhou army was dealt with by the Jinzhou army itself, and the Jinzhou army itself dealt with whether they were killed or killed. The purpose of their coming here was just to see off the Jinzhou army on behalf of the imperial court, and by the way, to clean up the mess after the Jinzhou army left.

Moreover, what does the life and death of Jiannu have to do with us? Even if the Jinzhou army doesn't kill you, the imperial court still wants to kill you, is it possible to keep you and raise you?

The silent military officials cut off the captives' hope of survival.

As for the executioners who were temporarily transferred from the Criminal Department and Shuntianfu, it was impossible for them to call for help for these Tartars, they couldn't wait any longer, and they couldn't wait to rush up and cut off the heads of these Jiannu as balls and kick them now

In the panic, a pigtailed soldier who knew a little about the Han people's habits suddenly shouted: Killing is unlucky, killing and surrendering is unlucky!

When he shouted, the captives immediately shouted, in Chinese, in Manchu, and their mouths opened wider, and blood splashed out along with them.

Bad luck?

Listening to the nondescript shout, Shi Dayong grinned at the corner of his mouth, is it really bad luck to kill and surrender? Then what are you doing by repeatedly slaughtering cities outside the gates? If it's really unlucky, then why do you always wield your butcher's knife on the heads of our Han people!

Blame, only blame yourself for doing too much! In the end, there will be a ri, and I, Shi Dayong, will slaughter you and prevent any descendants of the Eight Banners from being there! It has been reported that 30 million Han ancestors died under your butcher's knife!

If we do not liquidate the Manchurians, it will be irresponsible to our children and grandchildren, putting them in danger of death,

Only a cruel reckoning can make these miscellaneous nonsense know that things can't be done too desperately! Retribution is not far away!

In the previous life, what I Han people didn't do, today, it's up to me Shi Dayong to set a precedent.

One hundred and eighty-three Manchurian braided soldiers are not the only ones, nor are they the most remarkable

Facing the northeast, without looking at those captives, Shi Dayong raised his big hand coldly, and shouted to his subordinates who had fought with his blood: Today's southern expedition, the military law prohibits alcohol, which is not beautiful, so the general will use the blood of the Tartars as a strong wine, and drink with your brothers here to strengthen the heart of my soldiers!

Replacing wine with human blood?!

After a short silence, the 700 soldiers responded with a roar: I am willing to drink with the general!

Good! Shi Dayong smiled heroically, and his big hand fell.

Execute!

At the sound of an order, the executioners of the Criminal Department and Shuntianfu immediately waved their knives and stepped forward, pressing the Jiannu captives to the ground one by one, and causing their heads to hang down, exposing their necks.

The braided soldiers knew that they could not escape death, and most of them accepted their fate, closed their eyes in despair, and hung their heads to die. There are also those who are unwilling, and they tried to struggle, but they were smashed by the back of the knife, and they were smashed motionless, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Chopped!

The knife fell, and one hundred and eighty-three human heads fell to the ground in an instant, and blood gushed like a spring.

The moment the head hit the ground, the officials of the military department turned their heads almost at the same time, not daring to look at the hideous scene.

The servants of the Shuntian Mansion had already been ordered to hold the jar and wait for the blood of the tartars.

After waiting for the blood, the soldiers put the jar on the long table in fear, and then carefully retreated to the side, although they panicked, they were also full of expectations for the Jinzhou soldiers to drink the blood of the tartars.

The blood of Jiannu was divided into large bowls and distributed to the Jinzhou generals one by one. Looking at the big bowl of Jiannu blood in his hand, Jinzhou was excited, and no one was disgusted.

Shi Dayong held his bowl, glanced at his subordinates from left to right, and then raised it to the right and shouted: Drink!

In the aftermath, the bowl reached the side of his mouth, and he drank it in a big gulp, without frowning.

The Jinzhou army shouted loudly, and seven hundred bowls of human blood were drunk at the same time.

The blood is still hot, but after drinking it, it is warm, and under this cold wind, it is like a panacea, sweeping away the cold.

The sound of the horn breaking the bowl sounded, Shi Dayong strode on the horse, and waved his hand: Go south to level the thief!

In the battalion, only the officials and officers who looked at each other remained. For a long time, I don't know who muttered to himself: Really strong army, really strong army!

On November 17 of the fourth year of Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty, the Jinzhou military camp that had only stayed in the capital for two days went south, passed through Tongzhou, and reached Xianghe, where it met with a thousand Beijing battalion soldiers stationed here.

The leader of this thousand Beijing battalion soldiers is the hereditary commander Pei Shaokuan, the ancestor of the family in the Jiajing period made military exploits, and was awarded this position, which is passed on to at least the Kuan generation, which is already four generations.

Pei was originally stationed in Tianjin Wei Dagukou, in case the Hebei thieves went north, the thirteenth Shandong governor Zhu Dadian was defeated, Chongzhen urgently ordered Pei to stop at Xianghe, and wait for the Hou army to enter the instructions.

Eighteenth, Jingzhong Kuaima sent a document from the Ministry of War, informing Pei Shaokuan that he would start from the army, and the department would be transferred to Jinzhou under the rule of Shi Dayong, a general of Jinzhou, and he would go to Shandong to quell the chaos under his unified command.

What the? Himself under the command of a staff general in Jinzhou?

Pei Shaokuan, who received the order, couldn't figure it out, when would the Liao army be able to ride to the head of the Beijing camp?