"Your Highness, I've asked, the brothers on the periphery have almost stopped most of the escapees, they haven't escaped yet, they should still be in the camp, or even mixed with those captives."

In a gorgeous tent, Yu Qian opened the curtain and strode in, reporting to Zhu Zhangui, who was sitting next to the fire and roasting a whole sheep.

Zhu Zhangui, who was slowly brushing the sauce, didn't raise his head and said, "Have you ever been to the captive to see it!" ”

Yu Qian shook his head helplessly, squatted next to the fire, pulled out a dagger and cut off a piece of mutton, and threw it directly into his mouth regardless of whether it was cooked or not.

"There are too many, plus they may have disguises, it's hard to tell."

Zhu Zhangui paused and replied.

"There must be someone who knows them, go find some bosses and ask."

Yu Qian nodded, hesitated, and then said: "We also have to help Your Majesty sneak attack the Three Gorges Mouth from behind, so many prisoners are here, if we leave people to guard it, I'm afraid the strength to attack the Three Gorges Mouth will be insufficient." ”

Zhu Zhangui glanced at Yu Qian.

"Do we have prisoners?"

Yu Qian was stunned for a moment, then stood up and looked at Zhu Zhangui with his eyes.

"That's about 100,000 people!"

Zhu Zhangui did not reply to Yu Qian's words, but pointed to a thin man next to him who was only skinny and bones, and was wearing obviously ill-fitting armor.

"His name is Hu Yu, and he is from Liangzhou."

Yu Qian looked up at the man.

The man's hair was yellow, his body was thin, and his eyes were devoid of any brilliance.

At first glance, it looks like a living dead.

Zhu Zhangui cut off a piece of meat and handed it to Hu Yu, who was standing next to him and helping him hold the knife.

Hu Yu hurriedly knelt down on one knee, took the meat handed to him by Zhu Zhangui with both hands, and bit it heavily.

That ferocious appearance is like a hungry wolf.

"In the eighth year of Yongle, the Tatars jumped over the border and hit the grass valley, and the defenders there did not hold it, and the Tatars rushed into their town."

"His three-year-old daughter was thrown to death, his beloved wife was tortured to death by the Tatars in front of him, and his father and mother were trampled to death by a chaotic horse."

"He was taken by the Tatars and became a slave."

Yu Qian looked at Hu Yu, who was frantically gnawing mutton, and fell into silence.

Zhu Zhangui cut off a piece of meat, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, nodded with satisfaction, and put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully.

Chewing and talking.

"There is a tradition among the Tatars that when children reach adulthood, they hold a sheep shooting competition."

"And these lambs are not the sheep you think they are, but two-legged sheep."

Hearing this humiliating title, Yu Qian's fists clenched hard.

"The child who shoots the most and gets the first place will also be rewarded with a Han beauty."

"And these children are also very generous, and will invite their friends who play very well to enjoy it together."

"The screams that night continued until dawn, and finally he was tortured into an inhuman form and thrown away from the grass to feed the wolves."

Zhu Zhangui pointed at Hu Yu, "If he hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known this." ”

"Later, when the Tatars were defeated, he became a slave of the Warats."

"There are more than 20,000 people in their wave of robbers, and he is the only one who has survived so far."

"When our soldiers found him, he said he wanted to join the army, and told them that he would do anything if he could kill the Warats and Tatars."

After listening to Zhu Zhangui's story, Yu Qian was silent for a moment, looked at Zhu Zhangui and said seriously:

"I sympathize with what happened to this brother, but we must not do anything to kill prisoners, the Warat Tatars are beasts, but we are not."

Zhu Zhangui's action of cutting the mutton suddenly stopped.

"You scholars are like that, you always think too well."

Zhu Zhangui cut off the piece of meat in his hand and handed it to Yu Qian, looked at Yu Qian and said seriously: "Da Ming is too many people, and he always uses human thoughts to contact jackals. ”

Throwing the knife on the table, Zhu Zhangui picked up a clean cloth next to him, wiped his hands, and said, "But for the people of the Ming Dynasty, having more people is not necessarily a good thing." ”

"The whole Ming Dynasty is like a pasture, the people are the lambs inside, and those in power always think of the jackals outside like them, thinking that they treat each other sincerely, and the other party will sincerely reciprocate."

The Song Dynasty thought so and did so. But what the result! ”

Zhu Zhangui looked at Yu Qian, and Yu Qian fell silent.

"Jingkang's shame has happened."

"The dignified emperor became a prisoner of others, the queen and princess of the harem, and countless Han women, became the playthings of the enemy, and afterwards they were naked and clothed in sheep's clothing, and suffered endless humiliation."

"Qian'er!"

Zhu Zhangui stretched out his hand and patted Yu Qian, who was silent, on the shoulder, looked at him and said solemnly: "There are too many people in the Ming Dynasty, and the people of the Ming Dynasty don't need so many people in power, they need a group of vicious dogs to protect them." ”

"They need these vicious dogs to jump out and stand in front of them when they are in danger, tearing open the throats of their enemies with their teeth and slashing open their chests with their claws."

"You said they were brutes, we weren't. I'm sorry, but I'm a vicious dog who guards the people of the Ming Dynasty, so I'm also a beast. ”

Yu Qian was deeply shocked by these words.

He looked at Zhu Zhangui who returned to the roast lamb and put the lamb with a blade into his mouth in a daze.

"You are the grandson, the future prince, the future emperor. Have you ever wondered what will happen to you if you do this? ”

Zhu Zhangui was silent for a moment, then looked back at Yu Qian and said, "If the people of the Ming Dynasty even resist the people who protect them, then the country is already hopeless." ”

By noon, Mahamu's wife and two grandsons had not yet been found.

Zhu Zhangui has no patience to wait.

His side has captured Mahamu's camp, and Mahamu's side will definitely receive the news soon.

If he doesn't solve this side as soon as possible and cooperate with Zhu Di to capture the mouth of the Three Gorges, once Mahamu leaves some people to block Zhu Di and leads most of the people back to fight him, Zhu Zhangui has only one way to run.

The open space where the Varat captives were held at noon.

Zhu Zhangui sat on the horse and looked coldly at the Warat captives whose hands were tied behind his back, densely packed together.

With a wave of his hand, a soldier who was proficient in the Warat language clapped his horse forward, holding a tin horn, and shouted at all the captives.

"Now give you a chance, Mahamu's wife and two grandsons are among you, and whoever names them will not only ensure your safety, but also be greatly rewarded."

The soldiers circled around the sprawling camp of prisoners, repeating the phrase.

The captives who heard the soldiers' shouts whispered to each other one by one, but none of them stood up.

Two quarters of an hour passed.

Zhu Zhangui raised his hand.

Thousands of soldiers rushed into the captives, and each took out one captive and pulled it out.

The soldiers, who were proficient in the Warat language, shouted at the terrified Warat captives: "Princess Samur, we know that you are among them, and now is the opportunity to manifest your identity and protect your people." As long as you stand up, we can keep your people safe, otherwise we will take special measures, and don't blame us for being polite when the time comes. ”

After the soldier shouted for a long time, there was still no response from below.

Glancing at the crowd of captives who were silent, Zhu Zhangui raised his horse and whipped it.

"Zeng, Zeng, Zeng..."

There was a cold sound of the knife coming out of its sheath, and then the soldiers swung their knives fiercely under the exclamation and cry of the captives.

The cold light flashed and the head flew up, and thousands of headless corpses fell to the ground.

"Princess Samur, this is the fate of your delay, if you don't want your people to shed blood and die for you, please stand up immediately."

The soldiers, who were proficient in Warat, shouted again at Zhu Zhangui's signal.

But there was no response other than the cries of the families of the slain, and the fearful shouts of the other captives.

Zhu Zhangui waved his hand again with a cold face.

The soldier rushed into the crowd again, dragging the struggling Warat captives like cattle to the place where the beheading had just beheaded.

"Kill!"

Without letting the soldiers shout again, Zhu Zhangui gave the order with a cold expression.

As Zhu Zhangui's order was given, the soldiers swung their knives and slashed down under the frightened shouts of the captives.

Thousands of heads fell again.

Soon the 3rd batch 4th batch ...

It was not until the fifth batch that an old woman in a ragged sheepskin stood up in the crowd.

"I'm Samur!"

The old woman looked at Zhu Zhangui angrily and told her identity.

The soldiers brought the old woman up.

Zhu Zhangui looked at the other party's well-maintained skin, as well as the nobility in his bones, and nodded slightly.

Zhu Zhangui did not suspect the identity of the other party.

After all, in the grassland environment, only the skin of a top-level person can be maintained so well, and more importantly, Fang's face is somewhat similar to that of Dehuan who was killed by him.

"And with Boyan Timur first!"

Zhu Zhangui stared at Mahamu's wife and asked about Dehuan's two sons.

"I've had them sent to my husband, and they're not here."

"General Mingren, you have already captured me, please let my people go."

Zhu Zhangui looked at Princess Samuel and said with a smile: "I don't believe that your two grandsons were sent away. ”

As he spoke, Zhu Zhangui waved his hand again with a cold expression.

"Keep going until those two little ones come out."

"You demon, you indiscriminately kill the people of the Immortal Heaven, the Immortal Heaven will punish you, and your Ming court will not let you go."

Seeing that Zhu Zhangui was going to continue to kill the clansmen, Mahamu's wife, Princess Samur, was so angry that she scolded.

Zhu Zhangui glanced back at her and said, "I'm looking forward to your arrival of immortality, she's here, I don't mind letting my knife get stained with divine blood, maybe I can still live forever." ”

"As for whether the court will let me go, you don't have to worry about this, you should think about yourself first."

After speaking, regardless of Samur's angry eyes, Zhu Zhangui raised his horsewhip slightly, and thousands of people's heads fell.

ps: I originally wanted to go to the company to revise the manuscript, but I didn't expect to have a meeting as soon as I arrived at the place, it just ended, and I will definitely send it in advance next time.