"Huh?" The captive turned out to be a Han Chinese general who had read a few books. He still looked indignant, thinking that the Fifth Highness must want to starve them to death. I have even thought of the lines of raising my arms and shouting in my heart, and I want to shout loudly that I will die today, and I will die if I make a big plan, since it is better to fight hard than to wait for death, I would rather be a full ghost than a starving ghost. But I didn't want that Ming Jun to smile so kindly, and what did he just say? Not only do you have a second meal, but you can also add another serving of wild vegetables?

"I, my ancestors are descendants of China!" The Han general was overjoyed, and hurriedly said loudly: "My ancestor is from Bohai, and he moved to Liaodong during the Liao Dynasty. ”

"Yo, I'm still a scholar from my Han family!" The soldiers of the Ming army were in awe, and immediately dug out a large handful of fried rice from the grain bag and put it in the bowl: "No wonder brother, you speak in a crepe, take the fried rice!" Rest early after eating. ”

The "fried rice" he refers to is actually the most common military ration at present. Although the taste is unbearable, as long as one handful, it is often enough to satisfy one person. The big handfuls given by the soldiers of the Ming army were enough to make the prisoner eat a little, not to mention the small bowl of wild vegetables. The captive thanked him and left with the bowl of fried rice and wild vegetables, forgetting what he had just wanted to shout.

"I, my ancestors are also descendants of China!" Another captive raised his hand. "I heard my grandfather say that my ancestor was originally the head catcher in the Great Song Dynasty, but later Dajin destroyed the Song Kingdom, and my family was taken captive to Liaodong by Dajin!"

"Me! I am also a descendant of China! My family tree is written to the time of the Great Jin Dynasty! ”

"I, although I don't have a genealogy, but I know that my surname is Zhang, you have seen Mongolian Semu people, can you have a Han surname like me."

"Me! Look at my face! My face is Han ......"

All of a sudden, the prisoner camp was full of people, and the Ming soldiers in the camp greeted them with a smile. In the prisoner camp, there was still a bit of tension in the atmosphere, but it suddenly became happy.

"Old Five, just because of their empty mouth and white teeth, let's just believe it?" In a dim place, Zhu Fan and Zhu Di accompanied Zhu Su, watching the lively image of distributing food in the camp from a distance. "There are also some people with lustful eyes, obviously they are talking nonsense, obviously with a foreign face, not to say that they are the descendants of the naturalized Hu people such as Ge Shuhan in the Tang Dynasty...... Isn't this talking nonsense with our eyes wide open and deliberately deceiving us of our food? ”

"If they love to deceive, let them deceive." Zhu Su shook the folding fan in his hand lightly. "We are not the ones who suffer. Anyway, this grain was meant to be distributed to them, and we just changed the reason and could get one less......" He looked at some of the prisoners in the camp who were as white as the earth, but never pulled down their faces to get food, and a sneer spread across his face.

"Those people...... Are you a Mongolian who is unwilling to admit that he is a Chinese and is still proud of his origin? Zhu Di followed Zhu Su's gaze and saw the part of the captives who still maintained their own reserve. Most of these captives were strong and fair-skinned, led by the former Shanhaiguan general Hong Boyan Timur, and it was obvious that these people were all high-ranking generals in the Yuan army in the past.

"Hmph, pretending, these people deserve to starve to death. Fifth brother, do you want to take this opportunity to starve these Mongolians for a few days and get angry? Zhu Di asked.

"It's just a few hungry meals, so what's the pain?" Zhu Su shook his head. "What's more, I can't starve them for a few days." He had already seen that the captive Hong Boyan Timur, who was the leader of the group, looked at the other captives who were gobbling up, and his eyes were already shining like hungry wolves.

"I just want to do an experiment to see if I can plant a seed in the Yuan army so that I can reap more benefits."

"More benefits?" Zhu Di was a little dazed, he looked at Zhu Su, and then at the "Chinese people" who were cheering for dinner, frowning and thinking, but still felt that he didn't understand the point.

Could it be that he wanted the Han and Yuan people in the captive camp to hate each other, and then kill each other? But what good can this do for their Ming army?

Zhu Su did not have any further explanation, and the three brothers saw that there was no possibility of mutiny in the prisoner camp, so they directly turned back to the county seat. The prisoner camp was still full of people, and the captives were loudly telling or fabricating the origin of their ancestors in China, and in a corner, a prisoner named Zhang Yu silently watched all this in front of him, and a few unclear rays of light flashed in his eyes.

……

After a night of silence, most of the captives in the camp with Han Chinese faces were full of food and food, and they fell asleep contentedly. Except for one or two cheeky aliens, although the others were hungry, the atmosphere tonight was really impossible to cause trouble.

After all, the Han people in the camp (especially the Han people who moved to the north after their ancestors, in the Yuan Dynasty, the Han people were higher than the southerners. The so-called Nanren in the Yuan Dynasty specifically referred to the Han people under the jurisdiction of the Southern Song Dynasty after the fall of the Song Dynasty) accounted for the absolute majority, even if they wanted to rise up, without the support of these Han people, it would be absolutely impossible.

The next day, under the spur of the Ming army, the group continued to go to the rock mountain in the south of the county to quarry. The time when the Ming army served meals was one meal at noon and one meal at unitary time. Those Han people were all given fried rice last night, and they were full, and they still supported it today, while those who didn't get food last night and the group of Yuan people who believed in their identity were extremely difficult today.

finally survived until the time of the unitary time to return to the camp, and a group of people were hungry. Soon the Ming army came to distribute the grain again, and those Han people were happy and still got the fried rice. And those hungry Yuan people still have nothing.

"Hey, you." Finally, Youyuan people attacked the Han people in the captive camp: "I haven't eaten enough yet, and you little pawn still don't obediently serve fried rice!" ”

"What general!" The thin Han soldier hurriedly protected his bowl of fried rice behind him. "Now we are all captives, what's the difference? Why should I give you my bread? ”

"Damn, just Han people......" This Yuan general is a pure-blooded Mongol, in the past, when the Great Yuan ruled China, the Mongols, as a superior people, were two grades higher than these Han people. How can we tolerate this "Han man" daring to speak against him? Immediately, he slapped the thin soldier in the face, smashing the fried rice in his bowl all over the ground.

"The lowly Han people dare to disobey us." The general said coldly. Then he turned around and shouted to the Han people who were holding fried rice around: "Hurry up and pay tribute to the grain in your hand!" Wait, don't you forget that my Dayuan's superiority and humility can't be achieved! ”

"Your family members are all in Liaodong, dare to be disrespectful to us, wait for me to return to Prime Minister Zuo, how can you have a good life!"

(End of chapter)