As usual, the more than one hundred Cossacks whom Jiang Liuer captured from Sakhalin had their left legs cut off and were exiled to Siberia.
Cutting off the left legs of the captives and deporting them to Siberia, allowing the survivors to experience the despair of humanity amid hunger and terror, was a repertoire prepared by Emperor Wu Ding for Mao Zi, and the program had existed for many years.
Back then, the Cossacks invaded the Northeast and feasted on human flesh on Sakhalin Island. Villages within hundreds of miles around were completely eaten by them. When Liu Zhaosun learned about this, he formulated this military regulation. After capturing the Rakshasa ghost, he Cut off the entire left leg.
In recent years, with the establishment of the medical school, the empire's medical technology has advanced rapidly, which is amazing and fascinating. What an unexpected brilliance it was, what a technological revolution it was!
Thanks to antiseptic methods, even surgeries that Wu Youke and Li Shizhen could not do during their lifetime can now be done.
Any military doctor from any army would dare to perform knee amputation surgery! Only a dozen deaths out of a thousand laparotomy cases! As for Hualiu disease, kidney deficiency, and typhoid fever, they are no longer worth mentioning. Kang Yingqian's family business, King Kong Powder, is facing slow sales because no one is buying it.
Against the background of this medical progress, the mortality rate was greatly reduced when military doctors performed operations on Cossack prisoners to amputate their left legs. Taking the one hundred and twenty patients discharged today as an example, only two people died (one of whom was a prisoner). Scared to death).
After simple hemostasis and bandaging of the wounds, the survivors with only one leg left were taken to the north gate of Ninggu Pagoda by the suppressing soldiers, where their nightmare experience had just begun.
The Supreme Emperor took Wu Xiao, Yang Tong and Pei Dahu to the urn city, and like hunters, watched the Cossack prisoners slowly walking out of the city gate.
The Ning Guta rebellion has come to an end, but in order to appease his subordinates, Liu Zhaosun has taken the trouble to do ideological work for Wu Xiao these days.
"Wu Xiao, I should have told you this a long time ago. It was also unexpected for you to see me this time."
After the Emperor finished speaking, he stretched out his hand towards Pei Dahu, and the head servant immediately handed the spear prepared in advance to Liu Zhaosun's hand.
At this time, the high priest and Senti each led a Sauron trainer who could speak Rakshasa language. Surrounded by a group of soldiers, they walked through the corridor of the urn city and came to the group of captives who were wailing in pain.
The soldiers held bows, arrows and firecrackers, turned their backs to Francisco and Senti, and protected them tightly. The two held up trumpets and shouted loudly to the screaming Cossacks.
The people at the top of the city could hear it clearly, and it roughly meant that the Rakshasa ghosts were being told to run for their lives.
Emperor Wu Ding would randomly select ten prisoners and shoot them. After ten prisoners were killed, the remaining ones would be able to leave here alive and regain their lives.
"Run away, children. May Emperor Zhenwu forgive you and grant you new life, Amitabha."
The high priest wore black robes and held a black scepter that was longer than him. Due to long-term use of elixirs and heavy metal poisoning, his beard and hair were white, just like Gandalf in "The Lord of the Rings".
Francisco looked at this crazy world with two dark blue eyes. He was the chief clergyman of Daqi, a devout believer of Emperor Zhenwu, and a confidant of the Supreme Emperor.
He already knew that the Slavs standing on one leg in front of him would all die within the next ten minutes.
The Rakshasa ghosts burned, killed, looted and ate human flesh on Sakhalin Island. They finally ended up like this. They really deserved it. However, as a clergyman, the high priest decided to seriously pray for each of them before they died.
"O True Martial God, please give this child the courage to accept what he cannot change; grant him the strength to change what he can change; and grant him the wisdom to distinguish between the two. Every day is different, Every moment is worth recalling. Treat suffering as the only way to peace. Like you, restore the world as it is without imposing your own thoughts on it. I believe you will take care of everything , if he obeys your wishes.
Amitabha. "
After finishing all the prayers, the high priest clasped his hands and slowly retreated into the shadow of the urn city.
The Rakshasa ghosts, knowing that their time was coming, howled horribly and made deathbed confessions to God one after another, listing all the atrocities they had committed on Sakhalin and in the Northeast these days, from slaughtering villages to stealing chickens and dogs, and so on. Everything is said. They hope that in this way they will be forgiven by God, so that they will not have to go to hell and stay away from the devil, Satan.
Unfortunately, in Ninggu Pagoda, the devil who determines their fate never lives on the ground. At this moment, the devil is standing above them, yes, on the wall above their heads.
"Although Daqi is one country, it actually implements different systems and policies because the customs and customs of different places are different. For example, in Ninggu Pagoda, they can be slaughtered at will now, and they can be allowed to fight ferocious beasts in the arena. In Nanming But you can’t do that, Wu Xiao, you have to remember that life is not created equal.”
The Supreme Emperor took the spear handed by Pei Dahu and began to slowly select a target.
When Wu Xiao heard such words for the first time, he couldn't help but feel shocked, even a little ashamed, because of his previous beliefs.
Once upon a time, Emperor Wu Ding said that he wanted to save the common people in the world. The world was not worried about few but about inequality. Why did the tenants have no land to farm and the wealthy gentry were connected by roads?
Once upon a time, Emperor Wu Ding said that he wanted to achieve uniformity and warmth everywhere in the world, so that no more people in the world would starve to death.
What now? Wu Xiao became more and more confused.
"If Daqi wants to continue to move forward, it needs accumulation, primitive accumulation, or the first pot of gold,"
Liu Zhaosun was not sure whether Wu Xiao understood, so he gave another example of a businessman opening a store, saying that the first pot of gold was the silver needed to open a store for the first time. With this explanation, Wu Xiao understood.
The spear came out of his hand, and Wu Xiao felt a buzzing in his ears. When he looked up, beside the moat forty or fifty steps away from the city wall, a tall Cossack prisoner was hit by a javelin. His chest was penetrated by the javelin, and blood flowed down his face. The gun barrel flows into the earth, and only the hands are still hanging softly in the air, like a drowning person, paddling gently.
"If Daqi wants the first pot of gold and completes the industrial revolution, it needs to be squeezed and exploited. If it doesn't squeeze foreigners, it will exploit its own people. There is no third way. I have spent more than five million taels of silver and tens of thousands of Shi Liang finally conquered North Korea. Of course, there are only two roads at present, but they have been losing money. Do you know why?"
The Supreme Emperor said as he took another spear from Pei Dahu's hand. The head of the spear faced the sun and pointed diagonally at the back of the prisoner screaming for his life in the distance.
Wu Xiao thought for a while and whispered: "Although I don't read much, I know that North Korea is a place of bitter cold. I heard Li Shangshu (Li Sanguang) say that rice there ripens only once a year, and the harvest is not good. "
Liu Zhaosun smiled and nodded, then threw the second spear smoothly, and the second lucky man was stabbed by the javelin.
"Indeed, North Korea is a land of bitter cold. I have discussed with Li Sanguang that in the future, North Korea will still focus on mining and less land."
"If you have a mine, you need miners. So, who is suitable to be a miner? Wu Xiao, do you think the management of these miners should be the same as the management of farmers? Or, in the future, can Daqi's laws in North Korea be the same as those of farmers? It’s exactly the same inside the pass? Where’s Ninggu Pagoda?”
At this point, Liu Zhaosun stopped talking.
Wu Xiao thought for a while and seemed to understand.
"Wu Xiao, I'm telling you for the last time today. There is no fairness in this world. When Li Sanguang had his arm chewed off, the Rakshasa ghost would not treat him fairly; when the refugees starved to death under the rule of Emperor Zhu, corrupt officials We will not be fair to them; I built this chariot, whether it is blackmailing criminals or killing gentry, in order to keep the chariot rolling forward. Once it starts, it will not stop, and it will run over all obstacles. Those who move forward! You, me, and the group of one-legged Rakshasa ghosts in front of us, one day, everyone will be swallowed by it! Before that, we must be punishers, kill some people, and save more Man, this is fair! Do you understand?"
Wu Xiao was silent.
The world is indeed not fair.
Cold comes and summer comes, there are floods in the south and drought in the north, and the east becomes the west. A piece of water and soil supports one person. Qi is a big country, and the geography is different in different places. How can people be the same?
It was late spring, the frozen soil began to slowly thaw, and the roads around the city wall became muddy.
The Punisher stood on the city wall, calmly raising his javelin at the Imperial prisoners jumping and struggling to escape in the wilderness.
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