Chapter Seventy-Three: The Demise of Mingsha Mountain
On the day that Lu Yuanhang was eaten, the Kangle people launched a general attack on the Mingsha Mountain people. Jiang Qingqun, who was temporarily ordained, could not restrain Lu Yuanhang's subordinates at all, and the two sides collapsed as soon as they came into contact. The army of Chu Han pursued the north, and it only took half a month to sweep away the two towns of Mudu and Tianji, and the soldiers approached the town of Withered Leaves.
Qiu Shenghong looked at the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty, and could hardly find a person like Lu Yuanhang, Hu Ermu, and Zhong Dalu, and he realized that the previous struggle was just a quarrel between husband and wife, and he turned it into an enemy killing each other. Now these people can only be his crutches, they can walk with support, they can beat dogs, and they can't use it to defend themselves or kill enemies.
The sound of the cannon outside the gate of the Five Dynasties was already clearly audible, and some people became restless, they peeked at Qiu Shenghong, but their bodies were quietly retreating. There is a boundary at the door, and those who rush out mean freedom and betrayal, and those who stay behind means death.
As the first man turned and fled at the threshold, everyone moved. After a while, there were only two people left in the entire hall, one was Qiu Shenghong, who had nowhere to escape, and the other was An Dongyang, who was unwilling to give up.
For the first time, Qiu Shenghong felt that this hall was so vast. He can accommodate moderates and hardliners at the same time, all the arguments and intrigues, and at the same time, the lucky or unfortunate fates. It can accommodate one generation and another, the most powerful and the lowly. Now, this place that has accommodated everything cannot accommodate even more loyalties and no third.
He spent most of his life condensed in this hall. From accompanying his father to the emperor, becoming the crown prince and canonizing the crown princess, to the enthronement ceremony, canonizing the queen, canonizing the crown prince, canonizing the crown princess, until now. He always thought that this cycle would go on forever, generation after generation, and never end.
Now, this cycle is over, and so is the history of Mingsha Mountain. His fate is also over.
"I don't want to die too ugly", in the face of the already doomed fate, he no longer has too much excitement: "I don't want to be too painful".
It was the last time he made a choice, and the only time he made it completely autonomous. His marriage is the choice of his parents, his decision-making is the choice of the minister, and even what he eats, wears, and what he does, all have the rules of his ancestors to help him choose.
"Bring the medicine." His tone was slightly expectant, giving the impression that it might be a delicacy.
The little eunuch holding the medicine had long since disappeared, and An Dongyang opened the small porcelain bottle with his trembling hand and handed it to Qiu Shenghong. He didn't even look at it anymore, he poured it directly into his mouth, raised his neck, and swallowed it with difficulty. After a while, he fell asleep on the dragon chair, with a serene expression and a smile on his face.
An Dongyang straightened his body, tidied up his clothes, and made him look like when he was in court, then sat down on the dragon chair himself, took out another porcelain bottle from his sleeve tremblingly, unscrewed the lid, and swallowed it in one gulp.
Chu Han's army barely resisted much, and by the time it entered the city, the officers and soldiers and residents had already run away. On the empty street, only the houses lined up on both sides greeted them.
"Pass on my general's order, the whole army will enter the city, no killing, no plundering, no loud noise, and those who violate the order will be immediately beheaded"!
This well-disciplined army, as if it had been inspected, entered the city in a mighty way. Those with a keen sense of smell slowly poked their heads out and opened their eyes. The massacre they feared did not come, nor did the catastrophe they feared.
After the army walked past, a figure sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and they stared blankly into the distance. For them, the world has changed, and so has their country. But no matter how the world changes, the identity of an ordinary person remains the same. The peasant is still a farmer, working every day at sunrise and earning every day. Small traders are still small traders, getting up early and greedy for darkness, busy running around. A coachman is still a coachman, a fisherman is still a fisherman. Their lives will not change for the better because of the changes in this world, nor will they basically get worse. At the same time, they are also accustomed to the fate of being powerless to change and can only go against the grain.
They got together for a while and then dispersed, and life had to go on, whether tomorrow would be cloudy or sunny.
But for scholars, big businessmen, and celebrities, this change is essential. Those who are engaged in politics have to undergo a new test, whether they are defending their will or joining the enemy. Those who do business have to consider whether the road they originally paved will become a muddy path. As for celebrities from all walks of life, it's time to reinvent a fashion.
Every inch of land that the people of Kangle walked represented their possession and the disappearance of Mingsha Mountain, and finally, they finally reached the place where the declaration of sovereignty ended, and at the same time declared that he began.
Chu Han asked the others to be stationed outside the main hall, and he walked in with a dozen people. At a glance, he saw Qiu Shenghong sitting on the dragon chair and the eunuch lying at his feet.
"Bring the body down and put it in the coffin." He commanded, walked out of the main hall, and went straight to the harem with a part of the people.
The situation in the harem is very different from that in the front hall, and a large part of the palace maids did not run away, not because they were patriotic or homesick. All the wars have shown that it is possible for women to be victims of the war, but more often than not, their fate will not be worse than before. In addition, they have nowhere to run. For those who have been living within the walls, breaking out of the walls requires courage to face the new world. In this regard, most people choose to be in a familiar place and take on unfamiliar challenges.
To Chu Han's surprise, Qiu Shenghong's main palace, east palace, and west palace did not escape either. The three of them gathered together and hung neatly on the beams of the house. Concubines, palace maids, eunuchs, etc., there are many suicides.
"What a strange country"! Chu Han sighed and said to his sergeant: "Their king has reigned for more than 20 years, and when the country was ruined, the martyrs were all eunuchs and women, and there was not a single scholar or doctor, how could such a country not die?"
He sent a sigh, and then asked his subordinates to buy the corpses in the palace and bury them, and the remaining palace maids, concubines, and eunuchs verified and registered. I went to the inner study. Assign men and horses here to defend the city. and sent an order to his younger brother Chu Feng, asking him to quickly garrison the arsenal and affix a seal. At the same time, he ordered some people to block the palace gate and cut off the internal and external communication to prevent the gangsters from entering and leaving. Granaries, vaults, etc., are also all sealed for future statistics.
After all this was done, I wrote a letter and sent someone to Dadu quickly.
The first thing on the second day was to make a list of Anmin, and then there was a complicated statistical work, from arsenal armor to gold and silver coins, everything that could be taken away or had a certain value was recorded in the account. And in turn, load the truck, affix the seal, and prepare to be transported away.
At the same time, there are also rewards from generals at all levels. These people followed him from birth to death and destroyed a nation, and a reward was necessary. But this kind of reward is generally not too much, and after the list of meritorious heroes is reported, the state will reward according to the grid, which is a big bet, and now this kind of reward is just to stabilize the morale of the army.
The prisoners were temporarily incorporated into various units, because this was a wartime state, and they were afraid that they would make a move and that there would be nowhere to place them if they were disbanded, so it was better to let them receive some official rations and settle down first.
At the same time as these things were going on, he had to meet with the doctors of his country. This is very important, from their philosophy, using Mingsha Mountain to settle the Mingsha Mountain people and use the Kangle people to supervise, this is the most ideal state, rather than letting the Kangle people rule the Mingsha Mountain people. This makes it easier to soften the national consciousness and dispel their resistance, thus making it easier to manage.
In addition, a decree was issued to restore the normal operation of the market. After this set of measures, Withered Leaf Town has returned to its former appearance and prospered again.
After everything returned to normal, Chu Han announced that he would mourn for Qiu Shenghong. This funeral was held in full accordance with the emperor's specifications, and the final burial place was also the emperor's mausoleum built by himself.
Chu Han ordered the three armies to hang their filial piety, and he and his subordinates personally sent the funeral. As Qiu Shenghong's coffin was placed in the coffin, the stone door slowly closed, and a dynasty came to an end. But the one who buried him will also be buried by others, and one piece of history will be repeated by another. All stories begin at the end of someone else's story and end at the beginning of someone else's story, and the cycle repeats itself and repeats itself.