This man was arrogant, and all the Han people in the prison camp looked angry at what he said.
But even so, no one dared to come out and confront the Mongolian general.
The reason is that on the one hand, as Han people, they have been suppressed by foreign rule for several generations. The concept of superiority and inferiority has indeed been deeply ingrained, and it will be difficult to uproot it like the deep roots of an old tree. On the other hand, what the Mongolian general said was right. Their relatives and children are all in Liaodong. If they go against these Mongolian generals, how will their relatives and children be treated when they return to Liaodong?
Those highnesses of the Ming army promised to let them go free after they repaired the city wall. And this promise does not only include Han people and people of Chinese descent...
The Mongolian general became even more proud when he saw that he had frightened the Han people in the camp. He has also seen the world, how could he not see that those Ming troops wanted to deliberately instigate the relationship between the Mongolian and Han tribes in the prisoner camp?
But what about deliberate instigation? These Han people are thin and weak, and they are at the bottom even in the army. What courage and capital can they have to resist Dayuan's rule over them?
"Have you seen the situation clearly? Now that you have seen the situation clearly, just serve the fried rice in your hands to me..." The Mongolian general looked around arrogantly at this group of Han soldiers. Wherever he looked, there was a The Han prisoners couldn't help but avoid his gaze. This man was even more proud. He reached out and wanted to snatch the fried rice hidden behind a prisoner's back. Suddenly, a spear as thick as an arm suddenly hit the prisoner's head.
"Ah!" The spear shaft was so powerful and heavy that the man felt something bad when he heard the sound, and he was unarmed, so he had to use his arms to hold it. But the spear shaft showed no mercy at all. With just a click, the man's arm was broken off, and he fell to the ground and screamed miserably.
"In the realm of Ming Dynasty, you dare to run wild!" Chang Mao carried his big iron spear and stepped out of the crowd. He stepped on the face of the Mongolian who was screaming and rolling on the ground with disdain. He said: "Let's see, is it you, the bird boy, who is inferior now, or is it the Han people who are inferior?"
"This general." Hong Boyan Timur, who had been hiding in the crowd, walked out with a dark face. "This man is our general of the Yuan Dynasty. You, the Ming Dynasty, come from a country that prides itself on etiquette. How could the general humiliate him like this?"
"Etiquette is rubbish!" Chang Mao spat directly at Hong Boyan Timur. "Our Fifth Highness has said that we should have etiquette when guests come, but when jackals come, all we have is swords and guns!"
He used his rough soles to crush the bearded face of the Mongolian general mercilessly: "His Fifth Highness also said that whatever our Ming army is willing to give you, that is yours. I didn't give it to you. Yes, no one can steal it!"
"Whoever dares to rob him will chop off his hands and chop off his head!" After speaking, he looked at Hong Boyan Timur with a provocative look.
"You..." Hong Boyan Timur was furious, but he did not dare to act rashly. Judging from the look on the face of this Ming Dynasty general named Chang Mao, this person really hoped that he would also rebel violently, and then he could justifiably trample him under his feet.
The Mongolian general was actually ordered to come forward and deliberately robbed the Han prisoners of food. One is because they are so hungry that they can no longer bear it, and the other is because they want to test the Ming army's attitude towards them. In his opinion, the Ming army had always followed a soft policy towards their army (referring to the Yuan army under Naha Chu), so they would not attack these generals easily.
In his opinion, the so-called Fifth Highness of the Ming Army acted in this way deliberately, and he must have wanted to win over this group of Han prisoners to rebel against the Yuan Dynasty. If we don't say anything to subdue this group of Han people at this time, I'm afraid that these group of Han people will be won over by the Ming army in the blink of an eye and turn against Prime Minister Zuo.
But he didn't expect that the Ming Dynasty general named Chang Mao would break the Mongolian general's arm so mercilessly. Looking at his subordinate whose arms were weirdly twisted, but who could only cry out in pain because he was stepped on by Chang Mao, Hong Boyan Timur was angry and happy at the same time.
Fortunately, he did not step forward rashly, but chose a scapegoat subordinate to take action on his behalf. After several consecutive failures in the past, he has made some progress: His Highness of the Ming Army is undoubtedly a guy who cannot be judged by common sense, and his plans are often exposed by that person from an angle that he never thought of. His Highness saw through it and was then taken advantage of and put at a disadvantage.
At least, he no longer needs to be stepped on.
"Oh, you have nothing to say." Chang Mao snorted disdainfully when he saw Hong Boyan Timur turning his head and saying nothing. "What Mongolian master? I thought he had only three heads and six arms. He was not a bully and afraid of the strong."
"Listen carefully, our Ming army has no control over other places for the time being, but in the territory of our Ming Dynasty, no one can take advantage of our Ming army and bully our descendants of China!"
"Although you are helping the emperor and serving as soldiers for the Yuan Dynasty, your ancestors are related to us in China after all, and we are willing to protect you and give you preferential treatment. But if you are a puddle of mud, you deserve to be bullied by others! "
Chang Mao's words were convincing, but a group of Han people in the prison camp still obeyed. The Mongolian general reminded them that their family was still in the hands of the Mongols. Even if the Ming army supported them, what could they do?
"Tsk, I really have lost the face of my ancestors." Feeling the cowering atmosphere of the prisoners, Chang Mao also became a little angry. After giving a few instructions to the Ming troops in the camp, they picked up their iron spears and left the prison camp.
"Your Highness, you didn't see how cowardly those people were." Chang Mao was furious when he returned to the city. "With us supporting them, they don't even dare to attack Yuan Ren."
"It's okay, it's okay, Brother Chang, don't be angry." Zhu Su comforted Chang Mao with a smile while writing on a white fan on the table. "That generation has been oppressed by the Yuan people for a long time, how could they decide to rebel against the Yuan just because of a few meals."
"But Your Highness, don't you want to turn these Han people against the Yuan people so that they can be used by me?" Chang Mao saw Zhu Su's indifferent expression and asked doubtfully: "They dare not resist the Yuan people, so what's your plan, Your Highness?" Aren’t they going to fail? In that case, it’s better to send them directly back to Naha for cleaning. If you send them one day earlier, it will also cost Naha for one more day of food and grass.”
It seemed that Chang Mao was indeed angry, and even his words contained a hint of hatred for iron. As a Han Chinese, he could not understand why these northern Han people did not defect to the Ming Dynasty, but continued to follow the Ming Dynasty to help the emperor. Isn’t this a case of forgetting one’s ancestors?
"It's just a matter of throwing a spark to see if it turns into a prairie fire." Zhu Su put down the brush in his hand and said with a smile. "It would be great if we gain something, but if this spark goes out, it would be fine for us. But I think the current situation in Da Yuan is very dry. If we get rid of this spark, we will have a big harvest in the future. Maybe." His eyes were filled with the smile of a successful conspirator: "You must know that a single spark can sometimes start a prairie fire."
(End of chapter)
