In the third year of Taichu in the Qi Dynasty (1631), the North Korean envoy Zheng Douyuan was ordered by the king to go to Beilu (the name of Qi State in North Korea). Before leaving, Li Zhu set the bottom line for Zheng Douyuan's negotiation, which was to compensate the North Koreans with annual coins. Become a minister in order to eliminate war.
Zheng Douyuan did not have any hope for this mission to Beilu, and he only regarded it as a mission to fulfill the righteousness of the emperor and his ministers.
Before leaving, he said goodbye to his family one by one and asked his wife and concubines to sort out the clothes he had worn so that after he died in the enemy's country, his family could build a tomb for him. Before Zheng Douyuan, two groups of North Korean envoys had been killed by the Qi people.
Zheng Douyuan and his companions arrived at Ningbian with a death wish and were prepared to be beheaded by the Emperor of Qi. However, what happened next was beyond their expectations.
The actual person in power in Qi was the Supreme Emperor Liu Zhaosun, who was tall and burly and had a violent and unpredictable temper. The Supreme Emperor did not even listen to the terms of the peace talks from the North Korean envoys, so he ordered Zheng Douyuan and others to be sent back.
"I beg your Majesty to stop your troops immediately and return the favor to the two countries Qin and Jin, so that the people of our small country will not be devastated!"
When being forked out by a warrior named Pei Dahu, the North Korean envoy made a last-ditch effort.
However, Zheng Douyuan's response was filled with cynicism.
"You also know how good Qin and Jin are? Do you also know that the Empress Dowager Cisheng is a Korean? When Li Shunyi led his troops to plunder Liaodong, why didn't you mention the good relationship between Qin and Jin?"
The Supreme Emperor, who was sitting at the top, didn't even raise his head, waving away Zheng Douyuan and others like flies.
"Let's go. I think you are a loyal and patriotic person. I won't kill you today. Take your companions and leave Ningbian."
"Your Majesty, I have something to say. I, Korea, serve a great country, just like children serve their parents. We have been working diligently and treading on thin ice. Occasionally, we are unfilial. It is because we are unable to do what we do. We did not do it intentionally. When we besieged Shenyang, we were the leaders of the slaves. Du Du coerced him into sending troops to attack Liaodong, and he couldn't help it..."
When Zheng Douyuan continued to speak, the martial artist named Pei Dahu stepped forward and slapped him on the forehead, which made Zheng Douyuan's eyes flash with stars, and then he was dragged out by a group of guards.
On that day, Zheng Douyuan and his companions, a total of eight people, were sent out of the city by Pei Dahu. Probably because the emperor had a guilty conscience, he also presented horses and food to the envoys before leaving, so that they could return to Seoul alive.
As mentioned before, Zheng Douyuan was one of the few loyal ministers of Korea. He inherited the stubbornness and tenacity common to the residents of the peninsula. He saw that the peace talks with Daqi had failed, but he did not forget the mission he shouldered.
On the way out of the city, Zheng Douyuan secretly ordered the envoy to slow down and carefully observe the Qi army in Yongbian City, observe their firearms and troop strength, so as to collect more first-hand information about the Qi army and help the North Korean army on the battlefield. Go up and deal with the Northern Lu.
Several Koreans walked back and forth in Yongbyon City several times, but did not notice the figures of the two raincoat guards following them...
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Yongbyon Fortress South Gate.
The smoke drifted diagonally into the sky. A group of ragged Korean refugees gathered around a large iron pot like a herd. A bonfire was burning under the iron pot, and porridge was being cooked in the pot. The rich aroma of rice drifted into the distance with the wind.
Korean people in villages dozens of miles around heard the news and rushed here one after another.
"Smectas, don't crowd. Stand in line one by one. What about you? Line up! Share the porridge in order, and everyone will have a share! The Supreme Emperor has brought all the food from Da Qi here, so it's enough!"
Behind the smoke, a middle-aged man who looked like a civil servant stood on the collapsed wall, holding up a wooden trumpet and shouting loudly. Surrounded by him were twenty or thirty Qi soldiers holding spears and cards. On the city wall, there were hundreds of gunmen and archers, who were watching more and more Korean people below the city.
A military general walked to the top of the city and curiously looked at the scene of porridge soup below the city. When the gunmen and archers at the top of the city saw him, they all saluted.
Jin Yinghe nodded slightly towards the gunmen, indicating that they should continue busy with their own affairs. However, he continued to look down at the North Korean instructor who was still shouting on the broken wall. After a while, a complicated expression appeared on his face.
"Li Zhu, this thief, keeps saying that he is a benevolent and righteous king, bullshit! He enslaves the people, he forces you to farm, he forces you to sell your sons and daughters, send your sons to the army to be cannon fodder, and send your daughters to Seoul to be singers Ji, after robbing all your rice and taxing your taxes, after seventy years, all your hard-earned income will be used by him to feed those two classes of ministers. In the past, the Supreme Emperor of Qi State was our food and clothing parent, helping us to open mines and providing us with food and clothing. Yinzihua, give us food to eat, it would be great for Li Zhu!"
This North Korean instructor was obviously inexperienced and had not yet mastered the art of breathing during lectures like Sen Ti. After shouting a few words, he felt that his mouth was dry and he could hardly breathe.
At this time, with the soup kitchen as the center, thousands of North Korean refugees had gathered around, basically all old and weak women and children (all the strong men around Yongbyon were captured and sent to Pyongyang to defend the city). When they first arrived, almost all of them were They all rushed forward to grab the porridge, but they soon learned to line up under the stick education of the town soldiers and war soldiers. At this moment, thousands of old, weak, women and children, holding broken bowls, looked eagerly at the "high official" with a not so pure accent in front of them, wishing that he would finish speaking early so that they could eat hot and fragrant rice porridge earlier.
"Dear fellow citizens and Smectas,"
The inexperienced North Korean instructor took a sip of water, secretly glanced at the note in his sleeve, and continued to shout according to the speech:
"In order to fatten those dog officials, look at this dog official, he has a fat head, big ears, and is whiter than a woman!"
Two burly police officers escorted a fat official who was panting while walking quickly up the remaining wall, facing a group of hungry people who were waiting for food.
The instructor pointed at the official's head and said fiercely: "Did you see that? In order to feed these rats and fatten pigs, they raised the tax to seventy years and forced you to sell your sons and daughters for four years. Before, they used the men in the village as cannon fodder to cross the Yalu River to attack Liaodong and fight against the Supreme Emperor."
The instructor pointed at the two soldiers behind him, then pointed at the gunmen on guard at the top of the city, and said loudly: "But the Qi army is all descended from the gods. In Hetuala, one person can fight ten Tatars. Du Du was arrested by them, so how could Li Zhu be Daqi's opponent? Now people are knocking on the door to avenge Li Zhu, but Li Zhu, that thief, asked the Smectas to work for their lives. They don’t even give them food, and they also take away all the strong men and women in the village. Will Smita agree?"
Some of the North Korean people who came from behind had been waiting in line for more than half an hour. Their chests were pressed to their backs with hunger. They wished that the speech would end early. They all raised their hands and said:
"No, no, no!"
"Long live the Emperor of Daqi!"
"Long live the Emperor of Daqi!"
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