What is abnormal evacuation? Are there any special arrangements for evacuation?
The Zhejiang soldiers remained calm and continued to ask everyone if they had ever interacted with Jian Nu.
Fan Wencai was still anxious and didn't know what to say more safely, but Fan Wencheng said: "We escaped from the slaves."
The Zhejiang soldiers were not surprised when they heard this, because they had seen all kinds of refugees these days.
They divided the refugees into several groups according to their origins. There were dozens of Kaiyuan farmers, dozens of Mongolian refugees, Fan Wencheng and others who admitted to having contact with the slaves, and dozens more who followed the one who said they were "normal refugees." stay with that person.
My elder brother Fan Wencai was a little nervous, and my younger brother Fan Wencheng also pretended to be a little nervous.
The Zhejiang soldiers seemed to be checking everyone's luggage to see if there were any hidden weapons or smuggled goods, but in fact they secretly surrounded the last group of people.
"Take it!"
Zhao Hannian gave an order, and the Zhejiang soldiers raised their swords to the ground and pointed them at the group of more than a dozen people.
"My lord! My lord! What's wrong!?"
"We have never had contact with Jiannu!" Song Yuan was still arguing, but the extremely panic in his eyes and expression had exposed the truth that he had no idea at all.
"Take off their hats!"
Several Zhejiang soldiers stepped forward and took off their hats, revealing a dozen of them with short and bald heads.
"We have no relationship with Jiannu, so why do we lose the hair of the Han family!"
"You were lying just now!"
Although the Zhejiang soldiers were not burly in stature, their angry military power immediately made the spies among the refugees feel nervous.
"Run!"
Several of them fled on the spot, but the Zhejiang soldiers who were encircling them had already anticipated it. With their long spears, the wolf soldiers stopped them immediately, leaving the thieves instantly covered in blood.
The rest knelt on the ground, kowtowing desperately and begging for forgiveness.
Zhao Hannian stepped forward, picked up one of them, carried him in front of everyone, took off his clothes and said loudly: "This man's bun looks like the robe of a slave, but there are almost no scars on his body. What does this mean!?
It means that this person is either a spy sent by the slaves, or a traitor who has been with the slaves for a long time! Because the Han Baoyi are often beaten severely, and their hands, feet and body are scarred, so to guard against the slaves, you have to be careful like this!"
"Yes!" The general explained and demonstrated in person, and the soldiers knew how to see through the disguise.
"This group of liars will all be taken to prison!"
The outcome of Song Yuan and others has been decided. Fan Wencheng sighed inwardly, so this is what it means to cover...
False cover: cooperate with each other to hide identities; real cover: send some fools to die, try out the opponent's tricks, and let the real spies deal with it.
Thinking of Huang Taiji's farewell look, Fan Wencheng felt a chill down his back... Masters really don't want useless trash, so I have to prove that I can be the best slave in the world.
The Zhejiang soldiers came over to inspect the Mongols and Fan Wencheng.
The Mongolian side uses a chatting and deception method to ask questions, specifically to test whether any of the straightforward Mongolians are lying. The Han people still use the same method, checking their hair and looking for wounds on their bodies.
Fan Wencheng and the dozen or so people here admitted that they had interacted with Jiannu. So they all took off their hats on their own initiative, and without resorting to any tricks of lying, they obediently admitted that they had been captured and had narrowly escaped death.
"clothing!"
The soldiers from Zhejiang Province knew that these groups were related, so they would definitely look angry first to scare them away from any evil intentions.
All the tops were taken off. As expected, most of the dozen or so people had numerous scars. Those without scars were dragged out for careful interrogation. If there were any questions, they were taken to the "prison" first.
Seeing that the rest seemed to be alright, the Zhejiang soldiers relaxed their vigilance and asked them to get dressed, ready to ask about their names, place of origin and deeds.
"Wait a moment."
The general manager, Zhao Hannian, stopped everyone again.
"I'll show you how to detect spies who are hiding deeper."
He walked in front of more than a dozen people, looked carefully at the wounds on their bodies, then pulled out one of them, pointed to the wounds on his body and said:
"This man is covered in cuts and bruises, numerous old wounds, and there are also bloodstains from recent whippings."
The man said respectfully: "Your Majesty is right, I have suffered too much in the past three years."
He seemed to feel that he had passed the test, and looked at the Zhejiang soldiers with a smile on his face. However, Fan Wencheng secretly screamed that it was not good.
Zhao Hannian smiled and said: "There are many old wounds and recent scars... where are the things that are neither old nor new~"
ah?!
"Let me ask you, you have an injury that is more than 2 years old and a new injury within a month. Where did the injury go in between?"
Several people in the crowd were so frightened that their faces turned pale because they couldn't go round at all.
The Zhejiang soldiers suddenly realized that this man had many old wounds, and the new wounds were within a month, indicating that they had long been the subordinates of the slaves and had not been beaten in the past year. Now they were sent as spies to patch up some wounds temporarily.
This is truly meticulous work!
"Sir, please spare your life, slave... I have to endure humiliation! I can tell you the information about establishing a slave!"
"puff!"
The head fell to the ground, and then kicked the head away and rolled far away.
"It's okay if you don't listen to your information~"
The Zhejiang soldiers learned how to do it after the general demonstrated it, and quickly found four more spies from the crowd. This time they cut off their fingers directly, and then took them to the "prison" where they were detained and tortured.
Fan Wencheng's heartbeat also accelerated a little. Fortunately, only he and his brother knew about his identity. These Huang Taiji told him that if he entered the city, he could communicate with them and let them cooperate. Now it seems that they have
no need……
"You two, there's nothing wrong with your scars, you just don't look like farmers..."
He stared at Brother Fan Wencheng for a while. Although he didn't lie and there was no problem with his injuries, everything fishy was worthy of vigilance.
"Sir, the younger one is a local scholar in Shenyang. He was captured by the Jiannu slaves when he was doing business in Fushun. He was often whipped when doing heavy work. This time, the Jiannu slaves were frustrated and there was famine in the country and people were unstable. So we pretended to be merchants and ran away.
from."
"You are a local and a scholar... You don't have a big problem, but you have to go south of the Hun River and go to the place designated by us for review for half a month. If everything goes well, you can leave."
Fan Wencai's heart skipped a beat, why did the Ming army suddenly become so strict? It was different from what was promised.
"Don't panic~"
Fan Wencheng reminded his brother with a look that he could not move freely for fourteen days, he had not done anything, and no one knew their identity and mission, so just be patient.
Half an hour later, the Zhejiang soldiers completed the review.
A dozen spies were sent directly to the "prison", and someone took over the interrogation.
Fan Wencheng and other escaped Han Chinese, as well as the group of Mongolians, were taken to a temporary camp on the south bank of the Hun River. They basically had enough food and clothing to do some basic labor, and they could leave after half a month.
Others, such as refugees from the Kaiyuan Mountains and other people who have no problems with each other, will be released. If they are dissatisfied later, it is not a matter of spies, but a matter of resettlement and treatment, and Liaodong civil officials will naturally make arrangements.
The Zhejiang soldiers were about to arrange to send Fan Wencheng and others for isolation and examination when they saw nearly a hundred cavalry coming from the direction of Shenyang. They came straight towards the group of refugees. The leading cavalry saw that the Zhejiang soldiers looked very serious and stepped forward and said politely. :
"Brothers from the Zhejiang Army, I am the commander-in-chief of Sun Guerrilla's subordinates in Shenyang. I have come to recruit refugees who have escaped from the Jiannu because of the military situation. Are there any who have escaped from the Jiannu?"