This person was arrogant, and the Han people in the prisoner camp were angry when he said this.

But even so, no one dared to come out and confront the Mongol general.

The reason for this is that, on the one hand, as Han Chinese, they have been suppressed by foreign rule for several generations, and the concept of superiority and inferiority has indeed been deeply rooted, and it will be difficult to uproot it for a while like an old tree. On the other hand, the Mongolian general was right, their relatives and relatives were all in Liaodong, if they went against these Mongolian generals, what kind of treatment would their relatives and relatives suffer when they returned to Liaodong?

The highnesses of the Ming army promised them to set them free after repairing the city wall. And this promise does not only include Han Chinese and Chinese descendants......

The Mongol generals saw that they had frightened the Han people in the camp, and they became even more complacent. He has also seen the world, how can he not see that those Ming soldiers are deliberately trying to provoke the relationship between the Mongolian and Han ethnic groups in the prisoner camp?

But what about deliberate instigation? These Han people are thin and weak, and they are low-level existences even in the army. What courage and capital can they have to resist Dayuan's rule over them?

"Do you see the situation? Now that you have seen the situation clearly, you will obediently offer the fried rice in your hands to Uncle Ben......" The Mongolian general looked around the group of Han soldiers arrogantly, and as far as his eyes could see, a group of Han captives couldn't help but avoid his gaze. This person was even more proud, and he stretched out his hand to snatch the fried rice that a captive had hidden behind him, but he was caught off guard by a spear shaft the thickness of an arm, and smashed it at the head of this guy.

"Ahh The shaft of the spear was so powerful that the man felt bad when he heard the wind, and he was defenseless, so he had to use his arms to fight it. But the spear showed no mercy, only heard a click, and the man's arm was smashed off in response, and then he fell to the ground and screamed.

"In my Ming realm, you birdman even dare to go wild!" Chang Mao carried his big iron spear out of the crowd, and he stepped on the face of the Mongolian who was screaming and rolling on the ground, and said disdainfully: "Look at it, is it your lowly birdboy or the Han low?" ”

"The general." Hong Boyan Timur, who had been hiding in the crowd, walked out with a black face. "This person is the general of my Great Yuan, you are from the state of etiquette, how can the general humiliate him so much?"

"Etiquette fart!" Chang Mao took a sip directly at Hong Boyan Timur. "Our Fifth Highness said that we have etiquette when the guests come, and when the jackals come, we only have swords and guns!"

He used his rough soles to mercilessly crush the bearded face of the Mongolian general: "Your Highness the Fifth Highness also said that our Ming army is willing to give you, that is yours." If you don't give it to you, no one can grab it! ”

"If anyone dares to rob, reach out and chop his hand, stretch out his head and cut off his head!" After speaking, he looked at Hong Boyan Timur with a provocative face.

"You ......" Hong Boyan Timur was furious, but he didn't dare to act rashly. Judging from the expression of this Ming Dynasty general named Chang Mao, this person hoped that he would also rebel, and then he would be able to justifiably trample him under his feet.

The Mongol general, in fact, was instructed by him to come forward and deliberately rob the grain in the hands of the Han captives. One is because they are so hungry that they can't stand it, and the other is because they want to test the attitude of the Ming army towards them. In his mind, the Ming army had always pursued a policy of softness towards their army (referring to the Yuan army under Naha's command), so it would inevitably not take easy action against their generals.

In his opinion, the so-called Fifth Highness of the Ming Army deliberately acted like this, and he must have wanted to entrap this group of Han people to capture and rebel against Dayuan. At this time, if you don't say anything to subdue this group of Han people, I am afraid that this group of Han people will be surrounded by the Ming army in the blink of an eye, and they will become enemies of Zuo Chengxiang.

But he didn't expect that this Ming Dynasty general named Chang Mao would directly break the arm of the Mongolian general so mercilessly. Looking at the subordinates whose arms were strangely twisted, but who couldn't scream loudly because they were trampled on by Chang Mao, and could only whimper in a low voice, Hong Boyan Timur was angry and happy.

Glad that he didn't rush forward, but chose a subordinate to act on behalf of the dead ghost. After a few consecutive deflated foods, he can be regarded as having made progress: His Royal Highness of the Ming Army is undoubtedly a guy who cannot be measured by common sense, and his own calculations are often seen through by His Highness from an angle that he can't imagine, and then he is used by the trend and is at a disadvantage.

At least, I don't need to be trampled underfoot.

"Heh, don't you have anything to say?" Chang Mao saw that Hong Boyan Timur turned his head and said no more, and snorted disdainfully. "What kind of Mongolian master, Lao Tzu still thinks that there are three heads and six arms, and it is not a bully who is afraid of the soft and the hard."

"You have listened carefully, our Ming army can't control other places for the time being, but in the realm of our Ming Dynasty, no one can bully our Chinese descendants on the head of our Ming army!"

"Although you helped to abuse Dayuan as a soldier, but your ancestors, after all, have a relationship with our Huaxia, and we are willing to protect you and give you preferential treatment. But if you are a puddle of mud, you deserve to be bullied by others! ”

Chang Mao said loudly, and a group of Han people in the captive camp were still submissive. The Mongol general reminded them that their family was still in the hands of the Mongols, and even if the Ming army supported them, what could they do?

"Tsk, what a loss of face for my ancestors." Feeling the atmosphere of the captives cowering, Chang Mao was also a little indignant. After instructing the Ming troops in the camp for two sentences, he picked up the iron spear and left the prisoner camp.

"Your Highness, you haven't seen the cowardice of those people." Chang Mao, who returned to the city, was angry and didn't fight anywhere. "With us supporting them, they don't even dare to do anything to the Yuan people."

"It's okay, it's okay, Brother Chang doesn't have to be angry." Zhu Su was writing a snow-white fan on the table while smiling and comforting Chang Mao. "His generation has been oppressed by the Yuan people for a long time, how can he make up his mind to oppose the Yuan because of a few meals."

"But Your Highness, don't you want to turn these Han people against the Yuan people, so that they can be used by me?" Chang Mao saw Zhu Su's indifferent face, and said suspiciously: "They don't dare to resist the Yuan people, so won't your plan be in vain, Your Highness?" In that case, it would be better to send them back to Naha directly. Sending it one day earlier also costs more than one day's grain and grass for Nanaha to go. ”

It seems that Chang Mao was indeed angry, and even in his words, he had a little bit of hatred for iron and steel. is also a Han Chinese, and he couldn't understand why these Han people from the north didn't defect to the Ming Dynasty, but continued to follow Dayuan to help them abuse. Isn't this a number of ancestors who have forgotten their ancestors?

"It's just a spark to see if it turns into a prairie fire." Zhu Su put down the brush in his hand and said with a smile. "It's good if you get something, but if this spark goes out, it won't hurt us. But I think that the current situation of this Dayuan is very dry. If we go down to Mars, we may have a big harvest in the future. His eyes were full of a smile that had succeeded in his tricks: "You must know that a spark can sometimes start a prairie fire." ”

(End of chapter)