Kang Yingqian's beard trembled, and he was about to leave with a flick of his sleeves.
Liu Zhaosun Wuxin explained too much to this old man and said hurriedly:
"Where are the Kang supervisors going? Most of the civilian officials in the city have died for their country. Everything is complicated. I am busy with military affairs. Please share some of the burden."
"Share? I am beyond my capabilities."
Kang Yingqian snorted lightly, but he was overjoyed.
After this battle, Liu Zhaosun will definitely be a prince in Liaodong. If he takes refuge with him, it will be much better than being a magistrate.
Thinking of this, Kang Yingqian pretended to be wrong:
"I will go to the government office now to clean up the documents and check all the fish scale albums of Kaiyuan Tianmu for you, so that no traitor can take advantage of the opportunity and pretend to claim it."
Liu Zhaosun thanked him quickly:
"The people of Kaiyuan are blessed. With Master Kang here, they will have a place to live and food to eat. I thank you for them. As for the fields, I only want the dead and will not compete with the living for the time being."
"General Liu Shen, I admire you for your compassion and your indifference to the world. However, after this military disaster, the people in Kaiyuan fled, leaving tens of thousands of acres of unclaimed land. If you don't occupy it, these powerful families in Liaodong will not be merciful. .”
Although Kang Yingqian was cruel and ruthless, he was very methodical in his work. He was able to grasp the key point of land in one go. Liu Zhaosun couldn't help but look at the old man and said calmly:
"I have said that I will not rob big households, but only occupy the land of the dead. As for the acres of land owned by the fleeing people, they should not be much. I will give them to them as a meeting gift when I come to Kaicheng. We can share the rain and dew for a long time."
"Sacrifice yourself to feed a tiger! It's ridiculous to be so stupid! How can you feed those big families?!"
Kang Yingqian's beard trembled in anger, and he hated the fact that iron cannot become steel. He calmed down and felt that Liu Zhaosun had other plans, and sighed:
"Forget it, I don't know what you want to do. Just do the good things like appeasing the people and winning people's hearts. Check the land deeds and offend the powerful. Let me do the dirty work. Liu Shenjiang, this can be done. Is that what you wanted?"
Liu Zhaosun laughed dumbly. This old man really judged the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.
"Master Kang, there is chaos in the city, and there are rebels everywhere. It's very uneasy. I'd better send a few close servants to protect you."
Kang Yingqian had already walked a long way. When he heard this, he waved his hand at Liu Zhaosun and cursed:
"Surveillance means surveillance, no protection. I have my own servants to protect me! I don't need you to protect me! Wang San'er! Wang San'er! Where did Gou Ri's servants die?"
Liu Zhaosun looked at Kang Yingqian's retreating back with a faint smile on his lips. After a long time, he said meaningfully:
"Kang Jianjun, don't betray me again this time."
Jin Yuji next to her suddenly became murderous and said angrily:
"Officer, I can't keep this old man here. Sooner or later he will ruin something big. It's better to kill him!"
Jin Yuji has a tall and pretty figure, the plum blossom dagger on her waist is shining coldly, her cold eyes are burning, standing under the bright moonlight, she looks extremely cold and charming.
Liu Zhaosun smiled warmly at the cold and pretty girl and said calmly:
"I know you are eager for revenge and want to kill Jiannu as soon as possible, but your murderous intention will come back to bite you. Human life is precious. People like Kang Jianjun should be used if they can be used. Go back and protect Mr. Yang tonight. There is another killing in Kaiyuan City! Go!"
Jin Yuji's face turned red. Since the official had spoken, she had no choice but to obey, so she rode away with affection.
A moment later, the sound of armor leaves vibrating sounded from the north gate, like a silver bottle being broken and mercury slurry bursting out.
Liu Zhaosun looked back at the burning fire in the city and silently thought in his heart:
"Okay, tonight, I will prove the Dao! Let me tell you what the Dao is!"
Kaiyuan North Gate, the soldiers chasing the blue flag came back.
Before they could count the results, Liu Zhaosun asked them to continue fighting.
Together with the white pole soldiers and wolf soldiers, there are only 3,700 capable warriors left.
More than 800 soldiers were injured but not dead. Fortunately, there were more than 5,000 Liao civilians following them.
Liu Zhaosun ordered the wounded soldiers to be placed in the homes of the people nearby. Many people in the city had been slaughtered by the defeated troops and the mob, which was extremely miserable.
At Guiyuan Temple near the north gate, the presiding officer Xu Kongzi witnessed the bloody battle between the Ming army and Jiannu. He was impressed by the loyalty and bravery of General Liu Shen and took the initiative to vacate a wing of the temple for the wounded soldiers to live in.
Liu Zhaosun was very moved and had a conversation with the host. He vaguely wanted to become a monk and expressed his willingness to become a lay monk.
The injured need to rest, but those who can fight continue to fight.
Liu Zhaosun ordered that 800 people be stationed at each of the four gates, and camped outside the city gate to rest and recuperate. The general flag was patrolled at night. No one was allowed to enter or leave the city gate before dawn, otherwise he would be beheaded immediately.
Liu Zhaosun prepared to select three hundred soldiers to kill the defeated troops and the rebels.
The soldiers fought fiercely for a day, and everyone was extremely tired. Liu Zhaosun also knew this, but he had to persevere despite this.
Tonight is crucial, it is the final battle to occupy Kaiyuan.
As a time traveler, Liu Zhaosun believed in human nature, but he was unwilling to test it.
Wolf soldiers, white pole soldiers, Xuanda soldiers, and Jizhen soldiers were mixed together, and military discipline was worrying.
If the soldiers were allowed to enter the city now, no one could guarantee what these big-headed soldiers would do under the cover of night, facing gold, silver, jewelry and disheveled women.
Liu Zhaosun did not want to send another three thousand defeated troops.
He didn't want all his previous efforts to go to waste.
With the assistance of the generals of each battalion, 300 southern soldiers were quickly dispatched. Many of them were Yiwu soldiers trained by Qi Jin in the south. Liu Zhaosun saw that the temperament of these people was obviously different from other sergeants.
"It is the duty of the suppressing soldiers to catch and kill the defeated soldiers. However, the situation is urgent. There are too many defeated soldiers and the people are in chaos, and the suppressed soldiers are not enough manpower. Therefore, I want you to follow my officers and kill people!"
"After entering the city, anyone armed with swords, guns and clubs who refuses to disarm will be treated as a slave and be killed on the spot!"
After nightfall, fires shot into the sky in Kaiyuan City, and women screamed in the dark night.
Liu Zhaosun raised his lance, looked coldly at the burning city, and rode towards the brightest spot of the fire.
Several servants hurriedly followed, and the Nan soldiers lined up neatly behind the general, each holding a torch and holding a long spear and a heavy knife.
These soldiers had just returned from chasing the Tatars. Each of them had blood on their faces and was full of murderous intent.
They obeyed Liu Zhaosun's orders and killed wherever the general pointed.
Dongmen Street.
Under the dim moonlight, a woman holding a baby in her arms staggered, crying and running.
Most of the cotton robe on her body was torn off, and her white arms were exposed.
Suddenly, the woman's feet became unstable and she fell to the ground. The baby in her arms cried loudly.
Not far behind her, two Shaanxi soldiers crawled toward the woman with gold and silver jewelry in their arms and lewd smiles on their faces.
"Little lady, where are you running? We have killed all the men in your family, where are you going?"
"Don't come here, don't."
The woman's eyes were wide open, and she looked around in fear, then at the baby in her arms, and finally at the stone sign on the street, and bumped into it.
Just a second before she hit her, the sound of horse hooves could be heard from the corner of the street.
The defeated soldiers turned back and looked towards the corner of the street, only to see a horse soldier appearing over there. One person on the horse, holding a lance, was rushing towards this direction.
The two looked at each other, pulled out their swords, and pointed them at the man. A broken soldier stepped forward and said:
"Brother, there is still money and women on South Street. Go over there and rob them. We won't collect them at night, so don't take our ideas..."
Before he could finish his words, his body was knocked out by the oncoming war horse. Before he could even hit the ground, his neck was pierced by a lance.
The cavalry attack was so fast that it was impossible to see clearly with the naked eye. His companion yelled, dropped the silver, turned around and ran away.
Liu Zhaosun reined in his horse and stopped. He leaned over and stroked the horse's mane. When he saw the defeated soldier running a dozen steps, he suddenly spurred on his horse and threw the lance in his hand violently.
The defeated troops were from Shaanxi Zhenye, who was born and had extraordinary skills. He had just massacred two families of Liao residents on South Street and robbed dozens of taels of silver. The two of them were preparing to enjoy this little lady and did not want to meet this murderer.
He ran forward along the street, but held the scabbard with his fingers. He only waited for the horses behind him to come forward, then he returned the sword and killed the horsemen.
The return slash was Ye Buzai's special move. At this moment, the spear from behind came to kill him first. He quickly leaned over to dodge, with the tip of the spear flying past his back.
"die!"
Liu Zhaosun followed closely, without giving his opponent any chance. His saber slashed across the man's neck and chopped off the defeated soldier's head.
At this time, the two servants at the back finally caught up with the general and rode forward to help in the battle.
Liu Zhaosun drove his horse to the woman's side. The woman was trembling, obviously thinking that the general was a rebel.
Liu Zhaosun got off his horse and saw that the woman's clothes were torn. Seeing how pitiful she was, he took off his cloak.
"I am Kaiyuan General. We are here to protect the people of Liao. The streets are not peaceful tonight. Take your children and go home quickly!"
The woman hesitated for a while, then put the cloak on her body and summoned up the courage to say:
"My little girl is grateful to the general from the Kaiyuan Liao people. Dare you dare to ask the general his name? I'll tell you in the future."
Liu Zhaosun, surrounded by his servants, rode his horse towards South Street where the defeated soldiers gathered. After walking a few steps, he turned back and said:
"I am Liu Zhaosun, and I am here to protect the Liao people."
Liu Zhaosun walked far away, and the woman murmured to herself.
"The General is a very kind man."
That night, the good man Liu Zhaosun led his soldiers on a killing spree until late at night. A total of more than 350 people were killed and 360 people were captured alive.
Fortunately, these defeated soldiers were all a mob and had no fighting spirit. The losses of the three hundred soldiers were minor, with only a dozen injured.
For Kaiyuan City, this night is destined to be a sleepless night.
Not only Liu Zhaosun could not sleep all night, but the big, wealthy and powerful families in the city were all frightened for fear of being plundered by defeated troops.
Haiphong was martyred, the general soldiers died in battle, and most of the civil servants in Kaiyuan died. It fell into a state of disorder. The local powerful all closed the gates and sent more servants. Although they were local snakes, they were also afraid of the powerful dragons outside.
Whether it's the Tatars or the defeated troops, local snakes cannot afford to offend them.
In troubled times, if such a military disaster occurs, the wealth accumulated by generations of ancestors will be robbed overnight, and the lives of the whole family will not be saved.
The powerful families were closely connected with Liao Town. They were not afraid of the Tatars, but they were afraid of the aggressive southern soldiers.
Haoqiang can at least talk to the Jurchens in the north, but they are still unfamiliar with General Liu...
In the early morning of the next day, Liu Zhaosun took a nap in the tent for half an hour, with Jin Yuji serving beside him. When he woke up, he immediately rushed to Guiyuan Temple.
After one night, there were 800 wounded soldiers and more than 100 dead. Many of the remaining soldiers were seriously injured and probably would not survive.
In Kaiyuan City, there was a shortage of medicinal materials, and all the doctors had fled.
When Liu Zhaosun was at his wits' end, the monk from Guiyuan Temple came out.
The abbot generously donated medicines to the wounded soldiers for free.
"The monk is quite good and rich,"
Liu Zhaosun murmured to himself.
The monk knew medical skills and was willing to treat wounded soldiers for free. Liu Zhaosun was so moved that he promised to donate a golden body to Buddha in the future.
He suddenly remembered that he still owed a golden body to the Taoist temple in Shenyang.
These wounded soldiers are all direct descendants of the General, so none of them can be given up, and only one of them can be saved.
Inside the Zen room of Guiyuan Temple.
The white-haired abbot Xukongzi invited Liu Zhaosun to have a vegetarian meal with him.
The ancient temple, shrouded in the hazy morning mist, looked like a silhouette floating on the floating clouds, looking extremely silent and solemn.
Last night, Liu Zhaosun killed countless people. Today, he will kill again and execute the captured soldiers at noon.
Cangcang Guiyuan Temple, Yaoyao bells can be heard.
The melodious and ethereal bells make people feel like they are out of this world. Unfortunately, eating fast and chanting Buddha's name is not the way, and it cannot save the world.
The old monk looked at the martial artist carefully. On the futon, Liu Zhaosun's face was covered with blood, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were tightly closed, his breathing was even, thoughtful, as if a senior monk was in meditation.
In fact, he fell asleep.
"It's good, it's good. Our Buddha is so compassionate that he can finally influence this warrior. This is considered a meritorious deed of a poor monk."
Xu Kongzi was quite pleased with himself. He knew that Liu Zhaosun had killed too many people and was going to kill people again in the city today. If he could convert this butcher to my Buddha, the merits would be immeasurable.
"Donor Liu, as the saying goes, you kill him in this life, he will kill you in the next life, and he will kill you again in a later life. You just can't stop! In the constant reincarnation of you killing him and him killing you, one party stops, If you don't kill each other, the cycle of killing each other will naturally stop, and you will be free from the karma of killing..."
Liu Zhaosun stopped snoring and suddenly opened his eyes.
The abbot smiled, thinking that Liu Zhaosun had an epiphany.
"The abbot is compassionate, can you lend me some more food..."
Half an hour later, ten carriages filled with food slowly drove out from the temple.
The old monk was suffocated by the reverse alchemy operation of the General. Although Xukongzi was very reluctant, he still lent him two hundred and fifty shi of wheat.
Since then, the urgent need of the army has been barely solved.
Despite this, the army's food supply was only enough for five days.
If he couldn't get food and grass, Liu Zhaosun wouldn't care about the road, and he would have no choice but to rob big households.
The most urgent thing at hand is to restore normal order in Kaiyuan City as soon as possible.
This was one of the reasons why he rejected Kang Yingqian last night.
No one is a fool. Simple robbery will only speed up the Liao people's defection to Hou Jin.
Kaiyuan is the place where the four battles took place.
To the north is Houjin, to the west is Mongolia and Haixi, and to the south is Liaoyang and Shenyang.
Except for the Haixi Jurchen who was at odds with him, the surrounding forces had already been offended by him.
If we still want to carry out a major internal purge now, we think our life is too long.
When strength does not allow it, we must defeat a few enemies and many friends.
This is the avenue.
"The monk is really rich."
Liu Zhaosun sat in the carriage and hummed a little tune, sighing from the bottom of his heart.
Before leaving, the old monk sent Liu Zhaosun a long way away, never forgetting that there would be an echo. He said that the General had great wisdom and might become a Buddha in the future, and gave Liu Zhaosun the Buddhist title of Yanshe.
Liu Zhaosun clasped his hands together with a pious attitude.
"Amitabha, thank you Master Kongkong for bestowing the Dharma title on your disciple. However, I still have to deliver salvation to everyone today, physically, and I will come back another day to listen to the teachings! See you later!"
