Gyeongsang Road.
Following Kim Sang-heon's notification, relatives and friends from various Western Party families began to pack their bags and retreat toward Busan.
These are all wealthy and powerful families, and any slight move will immediately cause a chain reaction.
The surrounding civilians watched in astonishment as these wealthy families abandoned their homes and fled, not knowing what was happening.
Suddenly, there was a lot of discussion and everyone was panicking.
"Since Li Jie has chosen to surrender, the next battlefield will definitely be here in Busan. Once Li Jie learns that the Westerners have rebelled, he will definitely take revenge crazily. In that case, Gyeongsang Province will probably be filled with blood. .”
In a dark room, a dozen men in Korean clothes were talking in low voices.
But what they said was all in Chinese.
These people are all capable personnel of the Ministry of Intelligence. They have been deployed by Zuo Fu and have penetrated into various parts of North Korea.
Now that the situation has changed, it's time for them to show their abilities.
"Not only Gyeongsang Province, but the entire eight provinces of North Korea will be involved. I wonder how many people will die in vain?"
"I believe that in North Korea, there must be many people who are unwilling to bow down to the Qing Dynasty. Only when Li Jian knelt down did they have no choice but to obey. Once someone raises the flag of righteousness, the follow-up will definitely be exciting."
"Team leader, what should we do?"
The leading man thought for a moment and finally made up his mind.
"I don't know how far the next war will go, but people are the foundation of the war no matter what. Before the North Korean court reacts, we should strive for more people."
Some people are not very confident.
“Will the North Koreans listen to us?”
The team leader smiled.
"We don't need to persuade with earnest words, as that will only expose ourselves. As long as we let the news out, the North Koreans will make their own choices."
The team members below were all wondering what kind of news was going to be released.
"According to the news from Hanyang, Huang Taiji has asked North Korea to transport people to Liaodong in the edict. Including the prisoners of war they captured this time, it is expected that the total number will definitely not be less than 500,000. Think about it, 500,000 Tens of thousands of people will leave their homes and embark on a journey where life and death are uncertain. What does this mean to the North Koreans?"
People are humble when they leave their hometown.
In this era of traffic congestion and poor information, many ordinary people may never even leave the villages where they live.
No matter how miserable their lives are, they can still feel a little more at ease because they are in a familiar environment.
When such people are forced to leave their hometown and go to a foreign land where they are ignorant. It is conceivable that their hearts must be full of fear.
Another thing is that the Manchus are not good men and women. Taking these Koreans back is not for them to enjoy themselves.
These Koreans will become the most miserable slaves, squeezed out of their last strength by the Manchus. I'm afraid eight out of ten people will never come back.
As for the captured North Korean women, their fate was even more tragic.
They will definitely become the playthings and reproductive tools of the Manchu nobles.
Now that Li Jian had just surrendered, the relevant news had not yet spread, and many North Koreans were still ignorant and did not know that bad luck was coming.
"This is our opportunity. As long as we spread the news, how do you think the North Korean people will choose?"
Everyone understood what the team leader meant, which was to spread rumors among the Korean people.
How can ordinary ignorant people distinguish truth from falsehood?
Knowing that they will be captured and taken to Liaodong as slaves, the Korean people will definitely be afraid.
As long as they don't want bad luck to happen to them, it's easy to imagine what they should choose.
Besides, what the intelligence team spread was not a complete lie.
The Manchu Qing Dynasty indeed wanted to replenish its population from North Korea, and the number was as high as half a million. Who can guarantee that this matter will not happen to them?
After accepting the mission, everyone immediately dispersed and sneaked into the Korean people.
Coincidentally, at this time, people from the Intelligence Department of North Korea's Eighth Route Army were carrying out similar work.
Sanjiangli is an inconspicuous small mountain village near Hanyang.
There are more than three hundred people living here.
Because it is located next to the official road leading to Hanyang, when the Qing army came some time ago, this place had just been poisoned.
Many people in the village were killed and many women were robbed. The survivors hid in the mountains and endured the severe cold for more than twenty days. Seeing the Qing army leaving, he came back in fear.
Houses were destroyed, food was taken away, and relatives were gone.
The North Koreans who have suffered so much can only shed tears while looking for available things, hoping to build themselves a small nest that can temporarily withstand the wind and snow.
As for what their future life will be like, they no longer have the energy to think about it.
The dilapidated small mountain village became busy again.
The people who survived helped each other and stayed together to stay warm during this cannibalistic season.
While he was busy, a small figure ran back quickly from outside the village.
"Brother, have you heard?"
The man working on the wood didn't look up.
"Where did you go again?"
The young boy was so anxious that he circled around him.
"I heard that His Highness surrendered and agreed to the barbarian's order to capture us all and send us to Liaodong as slaves."
As soon as these words came out, the people working around them stopped one after another, and everyone's expressions were full of fear.
The man raised his head dissatisfied.
"Who are you listening to lies about?"
The younger boy's voice was higher pitched.
"Where is the lie? I was on the roadside just now and saw many people running south. Everyone said that the barbarians wanted to capture one million slaves. Brother, how much is one million?"
The man and others had no time to answer his words, and they all ran out of the village.
When they came to the official road, they were stunned by the sight in front of them.
I saw countless people, all carrying their luggage, heading south slowly against the biting wind and snow.
The team has no end in sight, like a river flowing.
Among them, the sounds of men yelling and cursing and women crying were mixed together, which made people feel chilled.
Yizhou.
Governor Lin Qingye stood alone at the top of the city.
Not far from the city, countless Korean people were being driven by the Qing army and slowly crossed the Yalu River.
That is the road to foreign lands and the road to hell.
Countless people were crying and walking, turning back every step of the way, staring in the direction of their hometown.
They also all know that once they leave, they may never come back.
Some people couldn't bear it anymore and turned around and ran back. But before he could run a few steps, a bow and arrow shot from behind, pinning the man to the ground.
The ferocity of the Qing army really suppressed other Koreans who wanted to follow suit.
More and more people crossed the river and disappeared before their eyes.
Lin Qingye, who was standing on the wall, had tears in his eyes.
"What are you doing, Your Highness? As the king of a country, you sit back and watch your people turn into pigs and dogs. Why is North Korea...why is it like this?"
Footsteps slowly approached from behind.
Clear and pure Chinese was conveyed to his ears.
"Lin Fuyin, haven't you strengthened your heart yet?"
