If you kill Master Zhu Li, even if you return to the north, you will have to keep your mouth shut about this trip to Jiaozhou for the rest of your life, and you will never be able to say another word.
Not only can I not say a word, but all my companions who are traveling with me can't say a word, otherwise none of those who go back will survive.
If people from the Northern Qi court knew that they had killed Zhu Li, not only would their lives be difficult to save, but the lives of their family members would also be difficult to save.
Someone swallowed and looked at Shen Yi timidly: "Sir, even if we can go back, but..."
He wanted to say "upper clan".
In the Northern Qi Dynasty, Master Zhu Li calls himself "Shang Clan", which has been deeply ingrained for more than seventy years. As a result, these Han people no longer feel that this title has any obvious meaning of "honor and inferiority", and some are even illiterate. Think of this title as another name for Zhu Li.
After all, the word "Zhu Lizhen" is a transliteration of "Zhu Lizhen", and the name is more complicated. Many Han people in the Northern Qi Dynasty also called the "Shang clan" accordingly.
The man blushed and continued: "Those Zhuli masters have not gone back, so the higher ups will still doubt us..."
Shen Yi smiled and said: "Dachen is the Han Dynasty court. Isn't it normal not to kill Han people? It is also reasonable and reasonable to let you go back."
"What's there to be suspicious of?"
That's what he said, but Shen Yi knew it very well.
As long as the Qi soldiers have been captured, whether they are Han people or Zhu Li Zhenren, there is a high probability that they will no longer be trusted by the Qi people after they return.
Shen Yi sat on the chair and said in a calm tone: "I know that you are conflicted in your hearts. You are not willing to kill these Zhu Li masters, and you are not willing to stay."
"We are all Han people, I will give you a third way."
He stood up, turned around with his hands behind his back, and said without looking back: "If you are really loyal to the Hu Qi puppet dynasty, I will not destroy your loyalty, and I will let you sacrifice your lives for justice."
After saying that, Mr. Shen turned around and walked away, his voice floating over clearly.
"Detain them separately from Zhenren Zhuli."
"Come and inform me of the results in three days."
At this time, the person in charge of this prisoner camp was a member of the Qianhu family in the Pioneer Army. His surname was Liang, and his last name was Liang Tong. He was from the old anti-Japanese army. He had killed Japanese pirates with Shen Yi, and he was an old subordinate.
However, although he is senior, he is not very old, only less than twenty-two years old.
In other words, when Liang Qianhu was sixteen or seventeen years old, he followed Shen Yi in the anti-Japanese army.
After hearing what Shen Yi said, he bowed his head respectfully to Shen Yi and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Mr. Shen, the food will be well prepared here."
Mr. Shen said "hmm" and left with his hands behind his back.
After Shen Yi left, Liang Qianhu wandered up to the crowd, glanced at the Han people first, and then sneered in Mandarin with a strong Taizhou accent: "A bunch of ungrateful people."
"The fact that Duke Shen is willing to surrender to you is a blessing you have acquired in your lifetime, and you are still hesitating here."
"You are a real man, you might as well stand up now. Even if you don't want to stay here, you still want to go back to the north and be a dog for Master Zhu Li. Now pick up a knife and chop those Master Zhu Li with a knife, or wipe your own neck. I respect you. He is a man."
"Do you know what the condition of the prisoners last year was like?"
Liang Qianhu sneered.
"I'm still in Yanzhou Prefecture, working hard for the Yanzhou Magistrate's Yamen. I don't know how many years it will take to get out!"
"That's all."
Liang Tong curled his lips: "If I talk to you more, it's as if I am trying to persuade you."
"In fact, whether you stay or not has nothing to do with me."
"I will give you one day. At this time tomorrow, I will be here again and wait for your results."
Hearing this, someone said: "General, didn't that gentleman just say, give us three days..."
"I only have one day here."
Liang Qianhu said coldly: "After you report it, I will sort it out before reporting it. Doesn't it take time?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a Han man in his early twenties stood up from the Qi army. He took a deep breath and walked more than ten steps in front of Liang Tong.
"Please give me the sword, general."
Liang Tong glanced at this man, and then winked at the attendant beside him, who immediately threw a standard long knife over.
The young man drew his sword out of its sheath and walked toward Zhu Li, who was still tied up over there.
He stepped very firmly and quickly approached. Without saying a word, he held the knife in both hands and slashed it down hard.
Blood splashed high, and a human head fell to the ground and rolled far away.
The young man picked up the knife, returned to Liang Tong, dropped the weapon, knelt down with a plop, lowered his head and said nothing.
Liang Tong curled his lips with some disdain.
"Are you thinking in your heart that my coach and I, Mr. Liang, will go back on their word and deny it?"
Liang Qianhu squinted his eyes and said coldly: "We, Mr. Shen, and our Huai'an Army, never talk to each other."
He said calmly: "You can get out."
This young man who had just killed a real Zhu Li was kneeling on the ground, panting heavily. He lowered his head and said: "Liang... General Liang, the villain is an orphan and has no family to implicate. The villain..."
"I am willing to stay and surrender to Da Chen."
Hearing these words, Liang Tong was startled and frowned: "If you are willing to surrender, why are you killing people? It's a waste..."
At this point, he stopped abruptly and frowned again: "I understand, you want to give your companions a try to see if our Huai'an Army keeps what we say."
The young man knelt on the ground, bowed his head and said nothing.
Liang Tong thought for a while and asked, "What's your name?"
"Return to the General."
He still lowered his head: "The villain's surname is Dugu, and his single name is a derived word."
"Dugu Yan..."
Liang Tong scratched his head and asked, "Han people?"
Duguyan lowered his head and said, "Yes."
"There may be Xianbei people in our ancestors, but by Xiaoren's generation, they have been Han Chinese for more than ten generations."
Liang Tong scratched his head: "It doesn't look like a Han family name."
"But it doesn't matter."
He continued to ask: "What is your position in Qi Army?"
Dugu Yan lowered his head and said: "Back to the general, this villain is the general flag."
After the Northern Qi Dynasty entered the Pass, the military and political systems were all copied from those of Da Chen, and the official positions in the army were basically similar, except for some details that may be different.
A hundred-household camp usually has two general banners, each of which manages fifty people.
Liang Tong understood now and asked: "Mostly for the sake of your subordinates."
"yes."
Dugu Yan lowered his head and said, "If you offend me, please ask the general to punish you."
"I won't punish you."
Liang Tong waved his hand: "I'll have someone take you down to rest."
Seeing that Dugu Yan seemed reluctant to leave, Liang Qianhu said calmly: "You have already done everything you should do for them, why are you still here? The rest is up to them to choose."
"Is it possible that when you arrive in the Huai'an army, you still want to be the commander-in-chief?"
Hearing this, Dugu Yan lowered his head, cupped his fists and saluted Liang Tong, then turned around silently and strode away.
After he left, someone stood up again, cut off the arm of a real Zhu Li with a knife, and made his own choice.
The other Zhuli masters were horrified. Some were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and kept begging for mercy.
When Liang Qianhu saw this, a smile began to appear on his face.
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The next day, in Shen Yi's study.
Liang Tong bowed his head respectfully.
"Mr. Shen, the matter is basically finished."
"Among the four hundred Han people, more than 350 were willing to surrender. The rest killed Zhenren Zhu Li, and the general let them go."
"There are also some Zhuli masters who are also willing to surrender. According to your wishes, you will not embarrass them any more."
Mr. Shen was writing something at the moment. When he heard this, he put down his brush and smiled dumbly: "It's surprisingly fast."
"Go ahead and incorporate them into the vanguard army in Jiaozhou, um..."
"Crowd each hundred-household camp a little bit, and don't let them get together."
Shen Yi paused and continued: "In the future, if any prisoners are sent to you, they will be handled roughly according to this method. You can handle some details by yourself."
Liang Tong was a more attentive person among Shen Yi's generals. He lowered his head slightly and replied respectfully.