"Eat the emperor's food and repay the emperor's favor. The emperor has issued an edict. No matter how difficult it is, you should go forward bravely! If you don't want your ministers to die, they should also have the will to die. If you don't want them to go, they should go! There is no reason, just because we are the soldiers of the emperor.
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"Perhaps you and I will die on the battlefield, but what does that matter? The horse-leather shroud is our destiny. But our blood will definitely create the peace and prosperity of the Ming Dynasty! Our names will also be engraved on the inscriptions.
Go up and enjoy the incense offered by descendants for generations to come. Life is like this, what else can you ask for!"
"White mountains and black soil, we fought bloody battles with Donglu, the Linghe River and the Jinzhou City were shed with our blood. At that time, were we ever afraid? We were not afraid! Why! Because we knew why we fought and why we went there
Death, so there is no force in this world that can stop us from moving forward! No one can withstand our attacking sword! Victory will always belong to us!"
"If you are not afraid of slaves, why should you be afraid of local thieves! I believe that this time when we go south to defeat the thieves, they will be like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, and the thieves will be wiped out! When we return from victory, the emperor will definitely give him a gift at the Meridian Gate.
As we are the masters of wine, I will be drunk with all my brothers at that time!"
"Never stop until you get drunk! Never stop until you get drunk! Never stop until you get drunk!" the excited sergeants cheered. Shi Dayong, who leads the army, has long been a god in their hearts. They are willing to follow this general who will not abandon the bones of his men to fight against any enemy.[
"Come on, bring the dog Tatars up! I'm going to use them to sacrifice the flag!"
Following Shi Dayong's order, one hundred and eighty-three slave prisoners were driven away with swords and guns, and arrived in panic.
From the excited shouts of the Ming army, the prisoners had a premonition of something. They instinctively retreated, only to be scolded and whipped by the Ming army.
The Jinzhou soldiers cruelly grabbed the iron chains in their mouths and noses and dragged them forward like cattle and sheep.
Heart-rending screams erupted from the prisoners' throats and eyes, pitiful as hell.
In desperation, the officials of the Ministry of War became the prisoners' only hope for survival. They asked the officials for advice in unfamiliar Chinese: "Sir, save us, we surrender, we surrender."
However, no one could save them. The officials of the Ministry of War had already received instructions from the palace. The Jinzhou Army would deal with the Jian slaves brought by the Jinzhou Army, and they would be killed or chopped up by the Jinzhou Army themselves. The purpose of their coming here was just to represent themselves.
The imperial court saw off the Jinzhou Army and cleaned up the mess left by the Jinzhou Army.
Moreover, what does the life and death of the slaves have to do with us? Even if the Jinzhou Army does not kill you, the imperial court will still kill you. Is it possible that we can keep you and raise you?
The silent military officials gave up the prisoners' hope of survival.
As for the executioners who were temporarily transferred from the Ministry of Punishment and Shuntian Prefecture, it was even more impossible to ask for help for these Tatars. They could not wait any longer and wanted to rush forward and chop off the heads of these slaves and use them as footballs.
In the panic, a braided soldier who knew a little about the habits of the Han people suddenly shouted: "It is not good luck to kill and surrender, it is not good luck to kill and surrender!"
As soon as he shouted, the prisoners all started shouting, some in Chinese and some in Manchu. They opened their mouths wider, and blood and water splashed out.
"Is it a good idea to kill or surrender?"
After hearing those nondescript shouts, Shi Dayong grinned. Is it really unlucky to kill and surrender? Then what are you doing for repeatedly massacring the city outside the customs? If it is really unlucky, then why do you always wave your butcher's knife at us?
On the heads of the Han people!
It’s strange, it’s just that you have done too much! One day, I, Shi Dayong, will slaughter all of you, so that there will be no descendants of the Eight Banners! I have avenged the death of 30 million Han ancestors under your butcher knives!
If we do not liquidate the Manchus, we will be irresponsible to our descendants and put them in danger of death.
Only a cruel liquidation can make these idiots know that things cannot be done too badly! Retribution is not far away!
What I, the Han people, did not do in my previous life, let me, Shi Dayong, set the precedent today.
One hundred and eighty-three Manchu braided soldiers are not the only ones, nor are they the last.[
Turning to the northeast, without looking at the prisoners, Shi Dayong raised his big hand coldly and shouted to his subordinates who had fought bloody battles: "Today's southern expedition, military regulations prohibit alcohol, which is not good, so I will
So I will exchange the blood of the Tartars for strong wine, and drink it here with all my brothers to strengthen the hearts of my soldiers!"
Replace wine with human blood?!
After a brief silence, the seven hundred soldiers responded loudly: "I would like to drink with the general!"
"Okay!" Shi Dayong smiled boldly and lowered his big hand.
"Execution!"
Upon giving the order, the executioners from the Ministry of Punishment and Shuntian Prefecture immediately came forward with their swords, pressed the Jiannu prisoners to the ground one by one, and ordered them to hang their heads and expose their necks.
The braided soldiers knew that they were going to die, so most of them resigned themselves to their fate, closed their eyes in despair, and hung their heads to wait for death. Some were unwilling to do so, and tried to struggle, but they were hit hard by the back of the sword until they could not move, and they were covered with blood.
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"Cut it down!"
When he raised the knife and dropped it, one hundred and eighty-three human heads fell to the ground instantly, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
The moment the head fell to the ground, the officials of the Ministry of War turned their heads almost simultaneously, not daring to look at the ferocious scene.
The officers of Shuntian Prefecture had already received the order and were holding jars waiting for the blood of the Tatars.
After waiting for the blood to be filled, the officers fearfully placed the jar on the long table, and then carefully stepped aside. Although they were panicked, they were also full of expectations for the Jinzhou soldiers to drink the Tatar blood.
The blood of Jiannu was divided into large bowls and distributed one by one to the Jinzhou soldiers. Looking at the large bowl of Jiannu's blood in their hands, everyone in Jinzhou was excited, and everyone was disgusted.
Shi Dayong held his bowl, glanced at his subordinates from left to right, then raised it to the right and shouted: "Drink!"
In the lingering sound, he brought the bowl to his mouth and took a big sip without frowning.
"drink!"
The Jinzhou army shouted loudly and drank seven hundred bowls of human blood at the same time.
The blood is still hot, but after drinking it, it makes people feel warm. Under the cold wind, it is like a panacea, sweeping away the cold.
"Bah!" the sound of broken bowls sounded. Shi Dayong strode onto his horse and waved his hand: "Go south to defeat the thieves!"
In the camp, only the officials and officers were left looking at each other. For a long time, someone murmured to themselves: "What a strong army! What a strong army!"
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On November 17, the fourth year of Chongzhen reign in the Ming Dynasty, the Jinzhou army, which had only stayed in the capital for two days, moved its camp south, passing through Tongzhou, to Xianghe, and met up with a thousand soldiers from the Beijing camp stationed here.
The person who leads the thousands of troops in the capital is the hereditary commander Pei Shaokuan. His family ancestor made military exploits during the Jiajing period, so he was awarded this position. It has been passed down to at least Kuan's generation for the fourth generation.
Pei's troops were originally stationed in Dagukou, Tianjin, to prevent bandits from Hebei from marching northward. On the 13th, the report of the defeat of Zhu Dadian, governor of Shandong, came. Chongzhen urgently ordered Pei's troops to stop in Xianghe and wait for further instructions from the Ministry of War.
On the 18th, a document from the Ministry of War was sent to Pei Shaokuan by horseback from Beijing, informing Pei Shaokuan that from that day on, his troops would be assigned to Jinzhou General Shi Dayong and under his unified command, they would march to Shandong to quell the rebellion.
What? Return to Jinzhou and be commanded by a general?
After receiving the order, Pei Shaokuan couldn't figure out when the Liao army would be able to ride to the head of the Beijing camp.