At this glance, Liu Ming was immediately stunned again. Why did so many people suddenly appear here?
At this moment, there was another movement behind him. Liu Ming quickly turned around and saw that the companion who had just been there was thrown to the ground. Like a stack of Arhats, many people appeared.
"You... who are you?" Liu Ming couldn't help but be a little confused and asked stammering.
The people on the mountain had already slid down quickly. By the time Liu Ming finished asking, they were already on the beach. One of them, with a slight accent from northern Shaanxi, replied in a low but powerful voice: " From the Dongjiang Army."
This answer seemed to be earth-shattering. Not only was Liu Ming stunned, but even the few fake Tatars who were still struggling to survive stopped wailing.
Under the bright moonlight, Liu Ming came closer and finally came to his senses. Seeing that these people seemed to be wearing the military uniforms of Ming army soldiers, he couldn't help but immediately became excited. His body was trembling slightly with surprise. With expectation, he confirmed again: "You...are you the imperial army?"
Before these people could answer, one of the fake Tatars lying on the beach endured the pain and said in a tone of disbelief: "Impossible, the Dongjiang Army is dead, how could you have been hiding until now! This is absolutely impossible. impossible!"
In his opinion, even if these were the Dongjiang Army, they should be remnants of previous encirclement and suppression campaigns. However, it has been several years, how did they survive without being discovered?
Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered something, and immediately said: "Your accent is wrong, who are you?"
In the past, most of the Dongjiang Army were Han people from Liaodong and other ethnic minorities who were persecuted by the Jurchens in Jianzhou, and their accents were naturally from Liaodong. However, although the accents of these people in front of me cannot be distinguished, in short, they are not Liaodong accents.
Liu Ming also had doubts about this and thought it was impossible. Then he thought of a possibility and subconsciously hoped it was true. He quickly confirmed: "Jun... Master Jun, could you... could you have come from the sea?" Did you come over there?"
After he asked this question, before the person in front of him could answer, he heard his companion who was knocked down not far away already replying excitedly: "Boats, so many boats..."
Upon hearing this, Liu Ming and the fake Tatars immediately fell silent, or they were so surprised by the news that they couldn't react for a while.
The Ming army officer who just spoke looked at them like this, and said with a very confident tone: "Yes, we came from the other side of the sea. According to the emperor's decree, we rebuilt Dongjiang Town and defeated the Jianlu!"
As soon as he said this, several fake Tatars came back to their senses. At this time, except for the first one, who was completely dead, the remaining four were also seriously injured and dying.
At this time, they all stopped struggling, seemed to be in better spirits, and started talking while vomiting blood.
"How could the imperial court fight back? It's impossible!"
"The incompetent court still wants to defeat the Qing Dynasty, just dream!"
"It's nice to say it. Just wait for despair. Liaodong belongs to the Qing Dynasty!"
"..."
Obviously, none of them believed what the Ming army soldier said just now about defeating the Jianlu.
The Ming Army soldier who spoke held a knife in his hand, approached these fake Tatars, condescended to him, and said coldly: "Listening to what you just said, you must have been in the Dongjiang Army before, right? Not only did you forget your ancestors several times, but you also hunted them down. My compatriots behave like cats and mice and take pleasure in torturing their compatriots. I will help you now and see how your ancestors will welcome you!"
Having said this, he stopped talking nonsense, raised the knife in his hand, and ended up with one. Then, move on to the next one...
"No, I don't want to die, I haven't enjoyed it yet...ah!"
Another result was obtained, and then he moved on to the next one.
"Wait to be abandoned by the court, you will definitely end up like us..."
Before he could finish his words, another stab was struck and there was no sound. However, when the sword was struck, the Ming army soldier also sent him a message: "No matter what happens in the future, I will never accept the Tatars as my master!"
Then he went to the last one.
"You...whose subordinates are you? Tell...tell you, the imperial court cannot...beat the Qing Dynasty, but...it is internal fighting..."
Vomiting blood and speaking intermittently, the Ming army soldier became impatient. He raised his knife and shouted coldly: "We are directly under the command of Governor Lu of Baoding. You should still worry about what will happen after going to hell!"
After saying that, he raised the knife and dropped it again, and there was no more movement.
At this time, a voice said with a smile: "Uncle Li, I found that you talk a lot today!"
The person who just spoke wiped off the blood on the knife and put the knife back into the sheath. He also smiled and replied: "Dingguo, you don't know. After all, you have to have some momentum to show off your name, right?"
After finishing speaking, Li Guo approached Liu Ming, who was just there, and said to him with a smile: "You escaped from Lushun, right? Can you tell me how the situation is there?"
Lu Xiangsheng was not on the ship that came over for the first time. Among the thousand people who arrived earlier, Li Guo was temporarily responsible for capturing Lushun on behalf of Qianhu.
Liu Ming always felt that he was in a dream. When Li Guo talked to him, he came back to his senses. He knew that the imperial army was coming, and naturally he was so excited that he would say whatever Li Guo asked. Without even asking anything, he would add something of his own.
At this time, in a complete house in Lushun City, Ban Zhifu frowned and asked his men: "Why haven't those people who escaped been chased back yet?"
"Sir, those people will definitely not be able to escape." After hearing this, his men immediately replied, "It's just that the tide is high. They probably won't be able to come back unless they come over the mountain or wait until the tide recedes tomorrow." .”
After hearing this, Ban Zhifu stopped asking because he thought so too.
After a moment, he told several other men: "Those who escaped will be captured tomorrow and hanged in public. Then we must strengthen our vigilance and not give them another chance to escape. Otherwise, they will be executed even if they are captured. There are not enough manpower to begin with, so we can’t waste it!”
After hearing this, several of his men immediately agreed, but one of them hesitated for a moment and then said: "Sir, when you go back to Jinzhou to ask the prince for people tomorrow, you should also order more food, otherwise you will be exhausted every day. If we are starving to death, will we still need to work next?"
"You're just talking so much, don't I know?" Ban Zhifu couldn't help but get annoyed when he heard this, "The supplies allocated by the emperor to the prince are not many, and the prince still thinks that the navy is the big one, so he will definitely not give more. I Go back tomorrow and grind as much as you can. Even if I let you work, you will definitely not starve to death. At least now, it is much more comfortable than before! "
Hearing what he said, I recalled that when I was in the Ming army, I was like a beggar, so I didn't say anything more.
However, this also brought back their memories, and they couldn't help but curse the Ming Dynasty's court, the Ming Dynasty's army, and everything in the Ming Dynasty!
In the city, a fire was burning, and all the Han slaves were like animals, with one foot tied up, and there were about ten people in a row, and a dozen people in a row. There was an express order that if anyone was found to have his rope taken off, everyone would be put to death. Not only that, there were also several times more fake Tatars on guard duty around than before.
The escape of Liu Ming and others has raised the alert level here a lot.
Of all the Han slaves, no one dared to resist. Because those who resisted have long since become corpses. However, if you don't resist, there is no chance to escape now, so you can only wait for death.
Perhaps it was because Liu Ming and others escaped, which somewhat caused some disturbance to the already numb Han slaves.
They lay beside the fire, thinking about the days before they were taken away. They were such ordinary days, but they missed them immensely; they thought about the relatives they would never see again, even if they were noisy at ordinary times, how much they hoped they could. Experience it again; thinking that I don’t know when I will die here, lonely, numb, desperate...
Almost everyone was sad or crying silently.
In the next life, I would rather be reincarnated as a peace dog than a person in troubled times!
The night gradually deepened, and Lushun, which was originally quiet, became even quieter. There were only waves and the movement of trees and flags in the sea breeze.
Everything seems to be the same, but when the sun rises as usual the next day, some Han slaves will never wake up and are thrown into the sea, while others are driven by fake Tatars and start another day of building the city. .
When the darkness before dawn comes, it is the most sleepy time for the Tatars on duty. But this also indicates that they will be able to take a rest soon.
On the top of the city, stretching, a fake Tatar yawned and said with a bit of hatred: "Tomorrow I want to see those people hanged before going to bed. Damn it, if it weren't for them, I would still be able to survive at night. Squint for a while."
"That's right, I guess a lot of people are angry today, so everyone has to cheer up and keep vigil." His companion nodded and said, "Those fugitives will definitely die miserably today!"
While he was talking, he saw a hint of fish belly white on the eastern horizon, and stretched again. Just when he was about to say something, he suddenly seemed to see something out of the corner of his eye, so he turned his head and looked intently.
It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. Once you look at it, you will be stunned.
"What's wrong?" His companion asked, realizing something was wrong, and turned to look in the direction of the sea.
On the sea, there were at least fifty ships flying the flag of the Ming Dynasty, sailing into Lushun Bay. The nearest ships were almost close to the shore.
On the decks of those ships, groups of soldiers wearing Ming military uniforms were all ready. The neat military uniforms and the gleaming weapons make people fearful just looking at them.
The two fake Tatars looked at the sea. After a while, their faces were still shocked, but they finally came to their senses. One of them shouted in panic: "Enemy attack, enemy attack..."
Another person, also frightened, shouted loudly: "The imperial officers and soldiers are coming to kill, the imperial officers and soldiers are coming to kill..."
In his heart, he regarded himself as a traitor after all, and the imperial court in his mouth was, of course, referring to the Ming Dynasty.
In the stillness of the early morning, a scream like a ghost crying or wolf howling suddenly rang out, immediately waking up everyone in their sleep.
There had been no war for several years, and the Ming army had not appeared for several years, which made them unable to react for a while. After all, in their understanding, the Ming army can only be found on the Ningjin front line in Liaodong.
"What's wrong? What are they shouting? It's so noisy!"
"Enemy attack, what does this mean? Is someone trying to escape again?"
"Haha, who is having a nightmare? I thought it was still the past. Now that we are also from the Qing Dynasty, are we still afraid that the imperial army will come to kill us?"
"..."
After all, some people, after a certain amount of time to buffer, felt something was wrong and rushed to the city to see the situation.
So, after being stunned for a while, they also started crying and howling.
"The Ming army is coming, the Ming army is coming!"
"So many Ming troops, so many ships!"
"..."
Finally, all the fake Tatars panicked. This time, they heard clearly that many Ming troops were coming from the sea! Although they find it unbelievable, it looks like it must be right!
Ban Zhifu was also awakened. When he rushed towards the city, he heard the shouts of his men and felt a little chilled. Because he understood that if it was the Ming army coming across the sea, it would definitely be more than just a few people!
Although he also couldn't understand why the incompetent Ming Dynasty sent the navy to land on the Liaodong Peninsula after so many years, he knew that the Ming army must not be allowed to land, otherwise, with this weapon in his hand, With a small amount of troops, it will definitely not be defended.
He thought so, but when he rushed to the city, he saw the Ming army ships rushing directly to the shore, and the Ming army on the ships were jumping onto the beach in groups, as if they were attacking quickly with small flags as a unit.
The soldiers were elite soldiers, well-equipped, and protected by many archers. Their charging momentum was unstoppable, and they were as ferocious as the masters of Jianlu. Suddenly, Ban Zhifu felt a chill in his heart. of. He could tell at a glance that there was no need to fight at all!
Not to mention whether the soldiers were elite or not, in terms of quantity alone, there were only about 500 people under his command, and many of them stayed up late. And there are at least two to three thousand people at sea, right?
Without saying a word, Ban Zhifu immediately jumped off the top of the city and rushed to where his horse was. It was important to escape first.
These fake Tatars from the former Dongjiang Army have always had poor combat effectiveness! In the past, when encountering Tatars, they often fled. Now, after staying in a comfortable environment for several years, how could it be possible to face adversity and fight to the death!
The Han people who were under guard in the city were a little stupid because they couldn't see the situation, so they heard it was in chaos. Only at this time did their numb faces show signs of surprise.
They were confused when they saw that the usually powerful fake Tatars didn't care about them and ran for their lives. But just looking at it, I felt a little overwhelmed.
Until the first Ming army soldier wearing a red mandarin duck jersey climbed to the top of Lushun City and appeared in front of them.
