Liu Mingzhi hit Long An hard, which frightened everyone in the hall.
Putting his hands on the corners of his eyes and rubbing them gently, Liu Mingzhi sighed. The situation he was most worried about finally happened. As far as the army on the left was concerned, more than 30,000 elite soldiers were buried in a foreign land because of their disobedience. This result is really unacceptable to Liu Mingzhi.
But what if you don’t accept it?
Their deaths were not caused by the unfavorable leadership of the left-wing marshal Zhang Kuang, and he had no reason to blame Zhang Kuang and other major generals.
If there was any blame, it was himself, the current emperor who ordered them to go on an expedition for the country.
After all, it was he who ordered them to march thousands of miles away, which led to them sacrificing their lives because they were not acclimatized to the climate.
Hu Sanyuan looked straight at Liu Mingzhi's downcast face, clasped his hands into fists and said loudly: "Your Majesty, our brothers did not complain at all before they died.
Soldiers should be proud to die on the battlefield, why should they return their bodies wrapped in horse leather?
It is the duty of our soldiers to go on an expedition of thousands of miles and serve the imperial court, and it is also the duty of my great master.
In order to serve the imperial court and to avenge the blood feud of more than 3,000 people, we are willing to die to serve the country. Why are we afraid of having our bodies buried in a foreign land?
Although the forty-three thousand brothers sacrificed their lives for the country, their spirits will live on forever, and their souls will protect our country forever.
We lost 40,000 brothers, but we opened up thousands of miles of territory for the imperial court.
With this result, we will have no regrets even if we die. "
Liu Mingzhi breathed out silently, raised his hand to signal Hu Sanyuan to get up and sit down, and then looked at Zhao Qing.
"Zhao Qing, please tell me about your right-wing army's conquest of Tianzhu."
"Reporting to your majesty, the situation of my army on the right to conquer the Hapu Dynasty of Tianzhu is very similar to the situation of Paoze on the left to conquer the Dashi Kingdom.
The difference is that in addition to the Hapu Dynasty of Tianzhu Kingdom, we also captured another Tianzhu Kingdom called the Polo Dynasty.
As for the issue of managing people's livelihood, my troops on the right and Pao Ze on the left behaved exactly the same in Dashi Country, both focusing on appeasing the local people.
Zhang Shuai and Nangong Shuai often send letters to discuss issues related to the management of local people's livelihood, so I will not go into details about the situation of my right-hand troops in Tianzhu.
Regarding the casualties of our brothers, in the past year or so since the expedition, our right-hand army has lost a total of more than 38,000 brothers...
Among them, more than 13,000 brothers died in the battle between the two armies, and the remaining 25,000 brothers also died of various diseases due to acclimatization.
The army doctors tried all kinds of methods, but still... still... alas...
Your Majesty, my brothers in the army on the right also did not complain at all before they died.
We go to war for our country, and even if we die, we will be honored.
I hope Your Majesty will not blame yourself! "
Liu Mingzhi pursed his lips and nodded heavily: "I don't blame myself, I don't blame myself. You are all good for sacrificing your life for the country, and all the soldiers who have traveled thousands of miles are good.
The court, the people, I am proud of you. Household Department. "
"The old minister is here."
"As for the pensions for the soldiers who died in the Western Expedition, you should draw up a charter as soon as possible after the disbandment of the dynasty, so as not to wrong the families of the heroes.
Don’t let my soul in heaven feel chilled. "
"Old minister, I obey your order. After the dynasty is dismissed, I will immediately summon my colleagues to deal with the matter."
"Take your seat first!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
"The Ministry of War."
"The old minister is here."
"Your Ministry of War will coordinate with the Ministry of War to handle this matter as soon as possible."
"Old minister understands."
"Take a seat."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Liu Mingzhi retracted his gaze and glanced at the prisoners of the two countries outside the palace again. He picked up another piece of silk and slowly untied it. He looked at the thick pile of rice paper inside that recorded the confessions of the prisoners of the two countries and picked it up and silently flipped through it.
Carefully reciting the confessions of the culprits of the two countries on the rice paper, Liu Mingzhi's originally gloomy face gradually turned gloomy and blue.
Of the more than 3,000 people, 60% were brutally tortured to death.
After these barbarians captured the merchants and common people, the cruelty they used when interrogating them could be described as outrageous.
The civil and military officials in the palace had been silently paying attention to Liu Mingzhi's expression. Feeling the evil aura suddenly emanating from Liu Mingzhi's body, they all swallowed involuntarily and glanced at the hundreds of prisoners outside the palace, showing "sympathy." gaze.
Officials who knew Liu Mingzhi well had already roughly guessed what would happen to the prisoners outside the palace.
In the many years since Liu Mingzhi proclaimed himself emperor, they have rarely seen Liu Mingzhi thundering and angry.
In the impression of the officials, the last time Liu Mingzhi got angry was more than a year ago, when Liu Mingzhi received the letter and learned that more than 3,000 people in the caravan were massacred.
When the emperor was angry, he laid down millions of corpses. This sentence is not just as simple as writing it in a book, but it must really flow into a river of blood before it can be stopped.
The silence in the hall could be heard. All the officials held their breath and silently stared at Liu Mingzhi who was reading the confession. No one dared to disturb him for fear of getting burned.
As time passed, for about half an hour, Liu Mingzhi suddenly slapped the pile of confessions in his hand on the Long Case, and looked at the prisoners of the two countries outside the hall with cold murderous intent in his eyes.
"King Wuyi, bring those executioners in for me."
"As commanded."
Song Qing stood up and walked out of the palace without hesitation. He stood in front of the palace door and waved to the imperial guards on duty on both sides.
"Your Majesty has ordered these executioners to be escorted into the palace."
"As commanded."
Dozens of forbidden soldiers pressed their hands on the hilts of their knives at their waists, and surrounded the prisoners of the two countries who were already frightened like hungry tigers pouncing on food.
Hundreds of prisoners looked at the menacing Imperial Guard soldiers and suddenly became trembling like chaff, their eyes huddled together in panic.
The Forbidden Army general glanced coldly at the hundreds of pale-faced prisoners in front of him: "Take them over."
"Spare my life."
"Spare my life."
"Spare my life."
"..."
Hundreds of prisoners began to beg for mercy while speaking broken Chinese, but the soldiers of the imperial army ignored them and forcibly dragged them towards the Qinzheng Palace.
Dozens of forbidden troops roughly dragged hundreds of prisoners into the palace and threw them directly on the ground. With the size of the Qinzheng Palace, more than a hundred people entered again without feeling crowded at all.
"Kneel down. Pay homage to my Majesty, the Great Dragon Emperor."
Hearing this, hundreds of prisoners raised their heads and looked at Young Master Liu who was sitting on the dragon chair and staring at them with dark eyes. Looking at Liu Mingzhi's majestic appearance, the sound of falling to his knees could be heard repeatedly in the palace.
"Meet His Majesty the Great Dragon Emperor."
Liu Mingzhi frowned slightly as he looked at the frightened captives under the dragon platform, then looked at Zhao Qing and Hu Sanyuan.
"Who among these people is Bahori, the king of India? And who is Mohammed Mader, the king of food?"
The two men hurriedly stood up and walked towards the prisoners, scanning the crowd with cold eyes. In a moment, they picked up two of them, one on the left and the other on the right, and threw them aside alone.
"Reporting to your majesty, the young man is Bahori, the king of India, and the old man is Mohammed Med, the king of food. Along the way, ministers and others have arranged for people to teach them Chinese.
Although their Chinese is very shaky now, they can still understand the general meaning.
Please ask your Majesty to interrogate. "
Liu Mingzhi stared at Baholi and the two with cold eyes for a moment, and then scanned the other prisoners.
Gently rubbing his forehead with his fingers and remaining silent for a long time, Liu Mingzhi picked up the tea and took a careful sip.
"I have nothing to interrogate. I just want to see what these bold executioners look like. I have seen everything I need to see now.
Drag him out and chop him. "
