"The emperor gave Kuandian to the Koreans? Did he leave us alone?"
Alsa has been dealing with Koreans all year round, and he can tell at a glance that the soldiers on the city wall are strange. Their armor and clothing are similar to those of the Ming army, but Alsa can still easily tell that these are Korean soldiers.
"There is only the Yalu River between the two sides. The people are saying the same thing. Why should they kill each other? When there was a famine in Korea, Mr. Yuan also provided food relief. I have seen a bunch of white-eyed wolves in Shenyang. North Korean businessmen are the most untrustworthy. Today we agreed At such a price, you can regret it tomorrow.”
Old money is angry and unjust.
"Where have the villagers gone?"
Jiang Liu'er was only fifteen years old and didn't know much about border vendettas. He looked at the Korean soldiers close at hand and asked his two companions.
"Where else could he have gone? Killed, of course,"
Lao Qian is a calm man, and he is used to the tragedies that happen along the Yalu River.
Jiang Liuer is kind-hearted by nature and has not realized the seriousness of the situation at this time.
"The queen is Korean and the emperor treats North Korea favorably. Why do the North Koreans rebel?"
No one answered Jiang Liu'er's doubts. For them, entering the city was impossible.
But taking a detour to Shenyang meant they would have to walk a lot more in vain. They had already walked a lot.
The three of them were struggling, and two whistles sounded from all around.
A group of horse soldiers suddenly rushed out from behind the hills and cut off the retreat.
"Sure, Tartar."
The three of them looked at each other and tightened their grip on the short crossbows and blunderbuss. At this time, the sound of horse hooves came from the surroundings, and dozens of Qing army vests roared in, blocking the road into the city.
A coated vest soldier stepped forward, hid behind his round shield, and shouted:
"The Emperor of Qi is dead, and the Qi army in the pass has been completely destroyed. Where are you remnants? Surrender quickly!"
"The Qing Dynasty? What is the Qing Dynasty?"
When Lao Qian and the others set out from Shenyang, Du Du had not yet begun to rebel. He did not even have Dajin, let alone the Qing Dynasty.
It has only been a few days in the cave, but a thousand years have passed in this world.
The world is changing too fast.
Yehe wizard Alessa looked confused.
But now is not the time to be in a daze, the enemy is right in front of you.
Niu Lu Ezhen, a burly and stout Qing soldier, pushed aside the shouting slave and ordered loudly:
"Catch them alive!"
When Jiang Liu'er saw it was a Tatar soldier, he roared, rushed forward with his sword, raised his sword and chopped off the Qing army's horses. Niu Lu'er, who was riding on the horse, was holding a long spear in his hand and did not show any panic.
The two sides met each other, and there was a bang. Jiang Liuer's chest shook, and he felt a sweet taste in his throat. His body was hit five or six steps away by the long spear, and he fell heavily to the ground.
He struggled to stand up, with five or six weapons on his neck.
"Old money!"
A few steps away, Lao Qian and Alsa also fell to the ground, wondering whether they were alive or dead.
Jiang Liu'er only resented his recklessness, rushing to the front of the city before conducting any investigation, and injuring his two companions.
I managed to escape from so many dangers on Sakhalin Island, but I didn't expect that my boat would capsize in this sewer in the end.
The three people were tied up with five flowers, dragged by horses, and ran towards Kuandian City.
Although everyone was wearing heavy cotton-padded jackets and was dragged to the gate of Kuandian City, their clothes were in pieces, exposing their bloody limbs.
Lao Qian couldn't bear the pain and howled violently.
Jiang Liuer and Alsa remained silent.
Niu Lu'erzhen turned around and glared at the two of them, turned over and dismounted, brandished his long knife, put it against Alsa's neck, and said viciously in Jurchen language:
"Since you are a Jurchen warrior, why should you help Liu Zhaosun and the enemy!"
The psychic shaman raised his head, stared at the scar on Obai's face, and recited the ancient curse of Haixi Yehe.
"The real enemy is in the heart. It is the devil, not the messenger of immortality in the world. Dudu will lead you to hell, a hell that will never be restored."
As if his soul had been struck, Obai's strong, bear-like body on horseback shook slightly. He became angry and waved his riding crop:
"Even when you are about to die, you still insist on talking about the Immortal Heaven. The Qing Emperor is the Immortal Heaven!"
Uncle Alsa continued to stare into Obai's eyes.
"The shaman said that if you are born as a human being and you don't suffer enough sins, it will be difficult for you to die. You will die miserably."
A vest next to him swung a mace and hit Alissa, and Obai yelled:
"Take him back to Shenyang and execute him in Ling Chi, so that everyone will know the consequences of betraying the Qing Dynasty!"
~~~~~~
The Qing army slowly passed by the north gate corridor of Kuandian. Jiang Jiaren had been waiting for him for a long time. Seeing that the Qi army was captured, he followed Obai and said:
"The general is really brave. He killed all the thieves in one move. With the Qing army in Kuandian, the thieves did not dare to take a step without permission..."
Ao Bai said coldly: "I came to Kuandian today, not to defend the city for you. Liu Zhaosun's troops are still around. You must guard the city carefully. If someone touches you under your nose, we can't save you!"
After that, Obai walked towards the Bingbei Road Yamen. Behind him were more than a dozen horsemen, all galloping on their horses, leaving Jiang Jiaren alone in the messy world.
Hearing that the Qi army was nearby, the Koreans were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they hurriedly chased after them.
~~~~~
Kuandian soldiers prepared for the Yamen. Jiang Liuer was tied up and thrown into a wing. A team of white-armored soldiers stood outside.
Kang Guangxu was in a good mood when he saw that he had three more inmates, and immediately began to introduce who his biological father was to the three of them.
"Help us loosen our bonds and escape together,"
Jiang Liuer shouted to a young man who looked like a carpenter beside him.
The carpenter is immersed in his craft and pays no attention to the world around him.
"Stop shouting, he, there is something wrong here."
Kang Guangxu rolled his eyelids, rolled his eyes to the top of his head, and told the three newcomers that this prisoner who had hands and feet but did not escape was a fool.
The carpenter said nothing and was concentrating on wood shavings, as if he wanted to use his carpentry work to fight against his miserable life.
Everyone lost interest in this taciturn carpenter fool.
Alsa continued to recite his shamanic incantation. The main meaning of the incantation was that the Immortal Heaven would soon punish him, and Obai and his men would be devoured by ferocious beasts and burned to death by fire dragons... He didn't know the incantation either. Is it useful?
Lao Qian seems to be very interested in Kang Guangxu.
When Lao Qian heard that this man was the son of Prime Minister Kang, he quickly approached him and said with a sincere face:
"This young master has a noble look on his face. I thought you were a civil affairs official, but I didn't expect that you are actually the Prime Minister. My son's home is next to the Daqing Palace in the west of Shenyang. My son is about the same age as you, and he is a good material for doing business. Unfortunately, I got tuberculosis last year. I went to see Zhang Zhenren to ask for some charms. I burned them to ashes and drank them with water, but they didn’t feel better. My family’s money was all spent and they had no money to hire a doctor. So the little old man came out to be a soldier. I went to Sakhalin Island, and I don’t know how much money the superiors can give me. One of the officers in our expedition team ran away and injured another..."
Kang Guangxu listened impatiently and said carelessly:
"Stop talking! When I return to Shenyang, I will ask my father to reward you with money and hire a doctor for you. Then I will go to Qiao Yiqi (who is responsible for supervising and beheading prisoners) to get steamed buns with human blood (note 1). Qiao Yiqi kills people every day. Enough, that thing is best for consumption, your son should keep it safe."
Seeing that Kang Guangxu actually called Qiao Shangshu by his first name, Lao Qian couldn't help but feel in awe of the young man.
He is also a father. His father can cover the sky with his hands and can have as many human blood steamed buns as he wants. In order to treat his son's illness, my father almost let the Rakshasa ghost catch him and eat him as steamed buns.
It can be seen that this father and father are completely different.
Lao Qian was still feeling sentimental when the door of the room was suddenly knocked open from the outside. Obai rushed in with a group of white-armored soldiers and shouted loudly:
"Let's go! Get on the road!"
The five people were escorted out of the yamen again, and under the guard of more than twenty white-armored soldiers, they headed to the north gate. The Wengcheng of the north gate had arranged five prison cars in advance, one for each person.
Under the guard of the Qing army, the prison car quickly drove out of Kuandian City and headed westward, squeaking and squeaking.
Jiang Liu'er looked at the ruined villages along the Yalu River and felt an unprecedented depression welling up in his heart, even more uncomfortable than when he was on Sakhalin Island.
Until dark, there was not a single living person in those abandoned villages.
At the beginning, Kang Guangxu was as usual, chatting carelessly about his life in Shenyang and Kuandian, for fear that others would not know how much money Kang Yingqian had spent on him over the years.
But when it was getting dark, everything was silent. From time to time, one or two starved corpses floated down from the Yalu River. There was an eerie and terrifying atmosphere around them. Kang Guangxu stopped talking.
The blood-red sunset fell on Obai's thick back. He got off his horse and came to the riverside. He used a long knife to pick up a corpse that floated to the shore. He turned the corpse around and turned his face to the sky to look at the loose bun on his head. , was a Han woman. The clothes on the body were missing. Although it was late autumn, the body had a faint smell.
Obai spat, turned back and smiled at the prisoners in the prison car:
"It was the Han people who were massacred by the Qing Emperor in Fushun. We killed more than 10,000 people under Zhenghuang Banner that day and threw the corpses into the Yalu River. We don't want them to float here now."
After Obai finished speaking, he glared at Jiang Liuer fiercely.
"When the Kaiyuan soldiers massacred the city of Hetuala, more than ten members of my family were killed by Nikan. This is retribution."
A ray of sunset shone on Batulu's face, reflecting the scar into blood red.
"Bakeyan, Giljimu, take people to cut wood, make a fire for cooking, and camp here tonight! There will be heavy dew on the river at night. Don't injure the horses, and keep them to deal with Shenyang Nikan."
The two white-armored soldiers agreed, immediately drew out their swords and axes, called three or five soldiers, and walked towards the dense forest by the river.
Jiang Liuer was silent. When the Battle of Hetuala, which shocked Liaodong, broke out, he was only ten years old and had no idea about it.
The remaining Baoyi Aha and Zhenyi were busy fetching water to make rice. Jiang Liuer had been in the sun for a long time. His mouth was already dry and his lips were cracked. They saw a tall and thin Baoyi passing by carrying water. , couldn’t help but said:
"Water, water..."
When the thin man Baoyi heard Jiang Liuer's shouting, he hesitated for a moment, stopped, and looked around. He saw his master eating barbecue around a campfire by the river. No one noticed him, so he secretly tilted the sheepskin bag in his hand and tilted the spout. The sweet river water overflowed from the sheepskin bag and dripped onto Jiang Liuer's mouth.
Jiang Liuer lay on the ground, stuck his head out of the wooden fence, opened his mouth like a dog, stretched out his tongue and sucked greedily.
The thin man Baoyi grinned and whispered to him: "Don't choke, I'll get you a piece of rabbit meat later..."
Jiang Liu'er stared blankly at the strange Bao Yi. In the dim light, Bao Yi's head was shining brightly, and the head under the golden rat tail looked familiar.
Jiang Liuer thought for a long time and suddenly remembered that this person was Uncle Wang, a neighbor in Shenyang.
"Second uncle, why are you acting as a coater and working for the Tatars?"
Uncle Wang chuckled.
There was the sound of a bow string vibrating by the campfire more than ten steps away, and a big arrow flew straight towards the prison car. Jiang Liuer, who had been in battle for a long time, shrank nervously.
Uncle Wang stood in front of the prison car without moving for a long time, then his body fell limply. The big arrow penetrated his chest, leaving only the arrow feathers on his back.
"It's hard to eat...the emperor is dead and no one cares about us..."
Jiang Liuer's eyes widened, and a tiger roar came from the mountains and forests beside the river.
Note:
1. In the old days, people were superstitious and believed that human blood could cure tuberculosis. This comes from the book "Supplements to Materia Medica" compiled by Chen Zangqi in the Tang Dynasty. When a prisoner was being executed, some people would buy steamed buns stained with human blood from the executioner to cure their illnesses. In "Zi Buyu" compiled by Yuan Mei in the Qing Dynasty, there is also a record of the use of human blood steamed buns to treat diseases: "Yang Jing broke the promise and also recorded that human blood dipped in steamed buns can cure leukemia, so he took the blood according to the law and entrusted it to his relative. "
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