One night passed, Sakda got up from the cot, feeling cold and stiff all over, and his waist was so sore that he could hardly get out of bed!
A thin quilt can't block out the cold air for twenty-nine days! He was about to raise his hand to call for help from his servants, but then he remembered that Marshal Zhou wanted to establish his authority yesterday and drove all the servants back... Damn it! This means that the Queen Mother and the Holy Emperor were so generous that they sent a Han official to manage us Manchu men.
Thinking about it, yesterday I was able to bring down several disobedient cubs with a wooden stick, but after only sleeping one night on the cold hard wooden bed in the military camp, I felt as if I had lost half my life. And I only felt a little anxious when I got up, and I felt dizzy in waves. This is really old, and you are suffering from the disease of wealth and wealth! I remember when I was grazing cattle in Baishan and Heishui, I didn’t feel uncomfortable at all eating snow foam and lying on grass barley.
He thumped his waist and forced his fat body to sit up straight. Fortunately, this was the Beida Camp, and the barracks were sufficient, so he got a separate military shed. Those who live in temporary tents are freezing in the winter. Of course, no one saw Master Sa's old demeanor. "I'm so old."
Sakda thought of the scene he saw yesterday. Military camps were scattered all over the mountains and plains, and it was impossible to see the edge at a glance! "I'm afraid there are only half a million people." This is just the Peking Camp. I don’t know how many people are in the other three camps...it must be several times more than when they entered the customs.
Before coming to Peking Camp, he never expected that so many troops would gather around Beijing. After all, he had not heard any news before. Sakda didn't know that these were deserters who had retreated from Taiyuan, and thought they were soldiers and horses of King Qin summoned by Kang Mazi. If Shanhaiguan had not been destroyed by thunder, many people might have fled outside the customs. Now we can only gather around Beijing, hoping that these millions of troops can bring some comfort...
The troops coming from other directions were fine. Only the troops withdrawing from Taiyuan direction could no longer be called soldiers. They may have witnessed or heard the scenes of those being "slaughtered", and this time it was they who took the bait. It is said that the scene was so cruel that the gods would blame him for it, and even the most minor ones would be amputation of hands and feet! In severe cases, the person will be cut into pieces with thousands of swords and his body will be separated! Such horrific descriptions caused Taiyuan's defenders to be frightened three times a night even in the Beida camp, and camp roars became a common occurrence.
But the strange thing is that no matter how scared those people are, they will never leave the military camp. Because they actually understand in their hearts that this time is different from the war between the two countries. When the two countries are at war, the general on the opposite side may spare their lives. But when the gods are angry, no one can get away with it! Just think about what you have done over the years, including killing people, setting fires, and shaving dogs' tails... Apart from Beida Camp, where else in the world can they find a place for them?
People are doing it, God is watching - this sentence has been said for many years, and everyone knows it is nonsense. On the contrary, "there is no way to hate betraying the country", which has become the wealth creed of many people. Now this sentence has really become a sharp sword, hanging on the head of every traitor, and everyone suddenly collapsed. No matter how much they kneel down and kowtow to the sky, their faces become swollen and they cry and repent, it’s all useless! Because the King of Heaven obviously doesn't know about "the law does not punish everyone", and he will not let go of anyone who has blood on his hands!
For God's sake, open your eyes! I knew I was wrong, so I asked the King to put away the knife... But everyone was spreading the news, saying that this time the King was so angry that he didn't even give God the face! At this point, what else can they do except come to the Tatar emperor to whom they are loyal?
Sakda looked down upon these people, but knew that the emperor had to rely on these people to charge forward, so he could only sigh helplessly. It was about time to order some mao, so he washed his face in the basin, hung up his knife, and prepared to walk out the door. But the moment he opened the door curtain, Sakda stopped. His hands were holding on to the door curtain, trembling all the time.
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Sakda smelled a smell... more than ten years ago, when he entered the customs with the army, he could smell it every day!
That's the smell of blood! The pungent smell of blood is blowing in through the cracks in the door curtain!
He could never mistake this smell - because the only thing Sakda had been secretly proud of over the years was that his hands were relatively clean and had never been stained with anyone's blood. Therefore, even if he enjoys some wealth, he never worries about ghosts and gods coming to settle accounts with him... But now, he is starting to be afraid! He thought of the village he had taken the wrong way into, and was slaughtered by the yellow flags that followed him... He thought of the dozen or so concubines he had married, many of whom had been plundered... He thought of...
Same thing, one after another... He just held on to the curtain and didn't dare to open it. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. The sweat on his back soaked through the cotton clothes on his back in a few seconds!
"What are you doing, mistress? You idiot, come in here!" Sakda pretended to be calm and shouted outside. It was so loud that he could even hear it on the playground. He didn't ask the mistress standing guard to really hear him. Sakda actually wanted to wake up the people in the barracks next door and let them go out and take a look first. "Zhang Wu! My mistress is not here, where did you go? My shoulder hurts, come and rub it for me... Qi Liu... Qi Liu~!"
But no matter who he called, it was empty and silent outside.
Finally, unable to hold on any longer, Sakda suddenly lifted the door curtain, grabbed the stick, and rushed out screaming! Like a beast trapped in a cage!
But there was no one outside the barracks. The winter sky was clear and blue, shining on the spacious playground and the hundreds of thousands of heads arranged neatly!
Among them, Marshal Zhou's head was hung high on the flagpole of the Chinese Army, with the flag tied to his rat tail, swaying in the wind ~ hula hula. Sakda's hand softened, and the sharpened stick fell off his hand, and it pierced his foot!
The wooden stick that had not seen blood for more than ten years from north to south finally broke through on its owner this time...
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On a cold day of February 9th, in the knee-deep snow, Sakda was limping towards Beijing. Of course, he had already thrown away the wooden stick that "hindered the Lord".
Hundreds of thousands of people! Seeing the heads piled up in several layers on the playground, Sakda was almost frightened to death at that moment! What he didn't know was that there were actually dozens of Manchus like him who had never been stained with blood, and they were all old veterans who were messing around. Even if these people have other activities, Lu Yuan is not a judge and cannot control that much. But for those who survived, when they opened the door and saw hundreds of thousands of heads before their eyes, many of them were heartbroken in an instant!
Not scared to death, Sakda is still the only one!
After Sakda woke up, he immediately ran to the stables of the military camp. But the stables that were originally filled with tens of thousands of military horses were now not even a hair in sight! Not only the horses, but also the dogs beside the camp gate, the chickens, ducks and sheep in the dining room, and even the swords, guns, swords and halberds stored in the warehouse were all swept away! This may be another kind of "do not leave the chickens alone"...
Without the horse, Sakda ran out of the Peking University Camp as soon as possible!
If you can't walk on the main road, then go over Yanshan Mountain! There was a fire burning in Sakda's heart. Hundreds of thousands of people in Beida camp were all dead! He died quietly... He had to tell the current Holy Emperor about this as quickly as possible! Tell the Queen Mother Xiaozhuang! It can be regarded as repaying the kindness of the past ten years. If it weren't for the Queen Mother's finger, he wouldn't have retired from the army and enjoyed a good life.
Of course, he didn't have any clever ideas in mind to defeat the enemy. He just wanted to tell the Holy Emperor and the Queen Mother that it was simply not something that human beings could contend with! Whether it’s hundreds of thousands or millions! Run, run to the outside of the customs, go to Beijing, go to He Lin... It is better than waiting to die in Beijing. Wait until the King of Heaven's anger subsides, and then think of a solution.
After only running about ten miles on the mountain road, Sakda was already as tired as a dog. But he still held on step by step, and barely managed to reach the ridge of Yanshan Mountain.
Standing here, you can already see the city of Beijing in the distance. And——that big dark cloud covering the city of Beijing!
Sakda never knew how the king of heaven killed hundreds of thousands of people silently last night! Now he knows...the swords and weapons are like birds hovering over the city of Beijing. While flying, it also made pleasant "ding-ding" and "ding-ding" sounds due to occasional collisions. On the far side of Yanshan, it sounded like a bell ringing under the horse's neck.
The moment Sakda saw it, the weapons flying in the sky suddenly stopped, and then like a heavy rain, they pierced the Forty-Nine City from all directions!
Sakda's heart trembled, his legs softened, and he knelt in the snow, shouting heartbreakingly.
"Holy Lord!"
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ps: The chapter title "Although there are tens of millions of people" does not mean "Although there are tens of millions of people, I will go", it means "Although there are tens of millions of people, I will kill them all"! To be continued.
