It's gratifying to have caught Li Sizhong, but Fan Wencheng is the person Zuo Mengeng cares most about.
Who made this guy so famous in later generations? Countless people gnashed their teeth and wanted to eat his flesh alive.
But seeing that the battle in the city was about to end, there was still no trace of Fan Wencheng.
"Will he run away?"
Facing Liu Yiyuan's speculation, Zuo Mengeng was firm.
"Currently, Li Sizhong is blocked in the west, and there is no movement in the south and north, which means that Fan Wencheng must still be in the city."
Zuo Mengeng was very confident in his arrangement. He did not believe that Fan Wencheng could fly.
The only possibility is that Fan Wencheng must be hiding somewhere in the city. In other words, someone in the city was covering him.
Reminiscent of the fact that since the late Jin Dynasty invaded, there have been internal agents along the way. Zuo Mengeng thinks this is the most likely possibility.
"Take your people and interrogate the prisoners. You must get news about Fan Wencheng."
Zuo Mengeng handed the task to Zuo Fu.
Although Fan Wencheng is just a student now, he is one of the three chief officials in Zunhua City. I believe there will be prisoners who know his whereabouts.
Zuo Fu went immediately.
Zuo Menggen found Huang Zongxi again and ordered: "We have captured Zunhua now, but we don't know how long we can stay here. Your Military Affairs Department immediately took action to count the seizures, tally the results, and then cooperate with the General Logistics Brigade. Material transfer.”
Since Zunhua has concentrated the materials snatched by the Tatars, the harvest from this battle must be very rich.
You must not leave your wealth to future generations, so you must move it away quickly.
Huang Zongxi knew that the matter was of great importance, so he hurriedly went to find Zhang Yan and began the turbulent inventory work.
"Qianzuo, we found thousands of people captured by the Tatars. What a tragedy!"
A soldier came over to report the situation, which made Zuo Menggeng worried and wanted to go over to check.
Zuo Hua kicked Li Sizhong and asked, "Qianzuo, what should I do with this guy?"
Zuo Mengeng's voice lingered in the air.
"Bring it on."
Since Hou Jin invaded, he has been fighting continuously for more than a month. In addition to conquering cities and territories, he has actually captured many people.
Population is very important to future finance.
There are thousands of them in Zunhua City.
In fact, this was still the early stage, and Hou Jin's main purpose was still on combat. After February, they will begin to consciously plunder the population, causing more people to suffer.
The place where people were imprisoned was in the west of the city. It was not a residence at all, just a dirty and smelly livestock shed.
The people were tied together one by one and thrown on the ground casually, with the excrement and urine of cattle, horses and sheep underneath them.
Thousands of people huddled together, enduring the severe cold, and many of them even froze to death.
Obviously, the Tatars would not see them as human beings.
When Zuo Mengeng arrived, Zuo Yong had already organized soldiers to untie the people and carried away the dead ones.
Thousands of people stood there numbly, neither crying nor making trouble, neither sad nor happy. His eyes were empty and his expression was frozen. I can't feel the heat or cold, and I can't feel the meaning of life.
Seeing Zuo Mengeng coming over, Zuo Yong finally stopped crying.
"Qianzuo, these Tatars are worse than beasts. Look at how pitiful these people are."
Zuo Mengeng's heart was also on fire. Seeing this scene, he really wanted to kill all the Tatars.
But the people's numbness made him angry and he didn't know how to let it out.
Facing a group of people who have lost their souls, it seems that no matter what you say or do, it is redundant.
When the people become rotten wood, you will feel a sense of powerlessness out of thin air.
Zuo Mengeng wanted to do something or say something, but for a moment he didn't know where to start.
Just when he was trying to tell himself that he needed to calm down, there was a sudden noise in the distance, and then soldiers rushed to him.
"Qianzao, the brigade is here, we found some women."
Zuo Mengeng and Zuo Yong hurriedly ran over.
Compared with the common people who were locked in cowsheds and horse pens, the women were kept in houses and seemed to be treated better.
But when he got closer and saw the actual situation, Zuo Mengeng deeply understood what war meant to women.
Several large rooms were filled with women. There was no trace of cloth on their bodies, and they had no idea how much abuse they had suffered.
When the door was pushed open, they backed away desperately, their desperate howls driving people almost crazy.
"Tell everyone not to come in the house."
Zuo Mengeng also retreated and turned his back, not daring or having the shame to face this human tragedy.
Zuo Yong thought a step faster and ordered: "Go collect the clothes and bring them all."
Not long after, all the messy clothes and clothing materials were delivered. Zuo Mengeng and Zuo Yong asked the soldiers to throw these things in through the door.
"We are officers and soldiers, here to rescue you. Come out after you have put on your clothes."
After more than an hour, the women in the room came out one after another.
Hundreds of women were dressed in random clothes, their heads lowered one after another. They were so dirty that their original appearance could not be seen.
Seeing the officers and soldiers, the sobs of the survivors gradually spread, and the soldiers' eyes became red. I believe that if the Tatars appeared in front of them at this time, no matter how many troops they had, these soldiers would dare to go up and fight.
The originally numb people over there immediately became commotion when they saw the rescued woman here.
"Xiao Cui, Xiao Cui, is that you?"
"Madam, madam, are you still alive?"
Soon, the two groups of people mingled together, each looking for their relatives.
When we found it, we hugged each other and cried and laughed. Those who couldn't find them would collapse on the ground and howl in despair.
It seems that these people are not really numb, but are just despairing of their own experiences.
When concern arises, they are still flesh and blood.
The joys and sorrows of the human world are the most indescribable.
Fortunately, Zuo Fu came and cheered Zuo Mengeng up again.
"Qianzuo, we found a clue. A prisoner testified that Fan Wencheng has a close relationship with the Fan Family Rice Shop in the city."
"Fan's Rice Shop?"
Of course, Zuo Fu would not come to report without knowing the situation.
"He is a businessman from Shanxi. His surname is Fan. He is quite powerful here. After the Tatars entered the city, many people were ruined and their families were destroyed. Only this Fan family rice shop is safe and sound."
Shanxi businessman, surnamed Fan...
Zuo Mengeng knew what was going on as soon as he heard it.
"Surround this rice store."
When Zuo Mengeng arrived, everyone in Midian had already been gathered together, at least thirty people. One of the shopkeepers was still getting close to Bai Xiaoqi.
"This military lord, we are all traders. When the Tatars entered the city, we suffered a lot. Why are we treated like this?"
Bai Xiaoqi pointed the tip of his knife at this person and shouted: "Go back and stand still. If you dare to make any noise again, I will chop off your head."
The shopkeeper was fearless and sneered.
"Look at you, you are just a general. Do you know who owns our business? Not to mention you, even the generals and generals would not dare to do anything wrong when they see my master. If you don't give me an explanation today, we will It’s not over.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge force came from behind, and he was kicked out and fell heavily to the ground.
The rest of the people waited for a while and made noisy noises, but bayonets flashing with cold light pressed against them from all sides, forcing these people to endure.
Zuo Fu and Zuo Yong protected Zuo Mengeng and came closer.
There were about thirty people in this rice store, and if nothing else happened, Fan Wencheng must be hiding among them.
But Zuo Mengeng didn't know much about Fan Wencheng, and he couldn't tell which one was which at first glance.
However, he also had a way. He pointed at five men who looked like waiters and ordered the soldiers to kneel on the ground.
"Who is Fan Wencheng?"
Zuo Mengeng asked these five people.
The five guys were trembling, and some of them changed their minds, but no one answered.
Prefer not to say?
That goes without saying.
Zuo Mengeng waved his hand, the bayonet fell, and five lives were killed on the spot.
The remaining people shouted, all terrified.
Zuo Mengeng was not afraid of killing the wrong person.
Fan Wencheng's age should be at least thirty years old. And the guys he called out were all teenagers.
He casually named five more people and knelt next to the five people who died just now.
"Who is Fan Wencheng?"
There was still silence.
Zuo Mengeng dropped his hand again without blinking.
Seeing the bright bayonet coming in front of him, someone finally couldn't resist it anymore.
A skinny guy suddenly pointed at someone in the crowd and shouted: "He is Fan Wencheng... He is Fan Wencheng... Don't kill me, he is Fan Wencheng!"
The shopkeeper immediately went limp and lost the heroic spirit he had just now.
Without Zuo Mengeng's orders, two soldiers immediately rushed forward, pulled out a fair-faced guy from the crowd, and beat him to the ground.
The man stumbled, but his expression remained unchanged. He snorted coldly and then stood up, quite arrogantly.
