Chapter 335: The blood on the banks of the Hun River... (Second update)
After hearing the news, the border guard general still had doubts. "But General, if this happens, don't we have to build roads first before we can transport these giant trees out?"
"Roads must be built, but now we don't need roads to carry these huge trees to their destinations." The Qianhu master couldn't help but lie.
Sure enough, the border guard guard's eyes widened with confusion. "General, what are you talking about? If we don't build roads, can these giant trees grow wings and fly across the sky on their own?"
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"Haha, you don't know that after cutting down these giant trees, they remove their slanting branches and throw them into the Yalu River..." Qianhu raised his eyebrows with a wise and mighty look on his face. "This is called Fangshui Drainage in the south.
As long as someone adjusts the direction at the bend of the river, all of these giant trees can reach the bank of the Yalu River south of Zhenjiang Fort without much manpower. From there, it is also extremely convenient to transport them by sea."
"That's right!" After hearing this explanation, the guard of the border fortress couldn't help but his eyes lit up, he clapped his hands and said with a smile. "That's right, that's right. In this way, it won't cost much manpower and material resources, and you can get these things that usually require at least
It took dozens of people and more than ten horses to transport all the huge trees."
"This is natural..." The Qianhu man chuckled, picked up the reins of his horse, and followed the brigade slowly forward. "You don't know that there are 10,000 grassland prisoners of war in each of the three places, and they are currently building there.
There are docks and docks, haha..."
"Use prisoners of war? This is really a good idea. In the past, those prisoners of war were either killed or released, or they were allowed to become people under the rule of our Ming Dynasty. Bah! Just those bastards, I don't know if they were killed.
How many of us ordinary people can get such treatment, it is really unlucky." The guard general couldn't help but spit Xingzi viciously.
The Qianhu nodded in agreement and said: "You know, these are all the wishes of Lord Long Live, haha... In addition to the prisoners of war who are building docks and ports in these three places, there are more than 40,000 prisoners of war.
, part of it was taken to Xuanfu to build a road, and the other part, I heard, was to build a straight cement road from the capital to Shenyang."
"Concrete straight? What the hell is this."
"I heard from these officials from the Ministry of Industry that this kind of cement is a good thing created by His Majesty who received it from heaven. It is said that it is made by burning stones and the like, then crushing them all, and then kneading them into pieces after being exposed to water.
It can take any shape, but when the water dries up, it will become as solid as stone." This Qianhu only obtained some vague information in bits and pieces from the officials of the Ministry of Industry who accompanied him, but this did not
Doesn't mean he can't show off.
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After hearing Qianhu's words, the guard of the border fortress couldn't help but secretly sneered. "Really or not, if it is used to build a city or something, wouldn't it be the same as Shitulei?"
"That's natural..." The two boasted and farted while slowly riding behind the group.
But in front, the soldiers in the border town were not relaxed either. Their hands never left the hilt of the sword at their waists. Their eyes under the iron helmets looked around vigilantly, protecting the Ministry of Works officials in the middle of the team.
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In this area, in addition to the ferocious beasts that appear in the forest and look proud of the mountains and forests, there are also those straight women who, although they have obtained the official title of Ming Dynasty, still look at me, Ming Dynasty, and constantly attack the countryside of Liaodong Town, Ming Dynasty.
And just over three hundred miles to the north from this border fort, at the junction of the Suzi River and the Hun River less than a hundred miles east of Fushun, there is a village where Han people gather. At this moment, the usual peace and harmony have long since disappeared.
As a sign of peace, the village was already littered with corpses and rivers of blood. However, in some simple houses that had not yet been ignited by fire, the low sobbing and crying could still be heard, as well as
Those arrogant roars and obscene laughter.
And in the open space in the middle of the village, more than a hundred women and girls had their heads shaved off by a group of people. Only a bunch of hair was left behind the bald gourd, and a heel as thick as the rat's tail was left.
The burly man with pigtails was cursing and tying their hands with ropes, leading them into a long string, driving and whipping these Han women and children, and headed out of the village.
It also included the pots and pans, chickens, ducks, grains, and even the seemingly tattered cloths that were plundered from the homes of those people. They were all thrown onto the carriages that had been prepared and driven away.
With those horses, the carriage, which struggled to pile up the goods, headed towards the Hanwai Village.
And in that open space, there were still dozens of riders staying there, surrounded by a man wearing iron armor and covered with thick fur, with a contemptuous and greedy smile on his face, looking at the hairy-faced man who had harvested today.
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"Today's harvest is really good. I didn't expect that this small village could catch so many women." The strong man with a hairy face looked at the figures stumbling away, smacked his mouth and laughed loudly. "Let's build a state."
Wei's children are really blessed, hahaha..."
The cavalrymen around them also laughed unscrupulously. At this time, except for the fire in the southeast direction, all the other houses in the village had been covered by the thick black smoke and the flickering lights.
Shrouded in firelight.
Seeing this scene, the brawny man with a hairy face who laughed loudly shook his shiny bald gourd and shouted in a cold voice: "What's going on with that bastard Qibu Song'ao? He's already been through this."
He hasn't come out for a long time, Dachun, go give him ten lashes and tell him to get over here quickly. Doesn't he want to sacrifice his life to those Mingren generals?"
A big man in iron armor beside him took the order and rode away. In a short time, vulgar curses and screams came from the southeast of the village, and then, a man who was also bald and shiny with his armor
The strong man, who was messy and had a bloody tooth mark on his neck, beat his horse with a look of anger on his face and followed Dachun with a look of joy on his face as he rushed to the head of the strong man with a hairy face.
"Qibu Song'ao, you idiot, don't you know that this place is only a hundred miles away from Fushun? We have been delayed here for almost an hour. Do you want everyone to die here because of you?
?" The hairy-faced man snorted and shouted in a deep voice. "We came here to find more food and women for the clan, what about you?!"
"Commander, I don't dare, but that bitch from the Han family actually doesn't want to leave. I just tried to persuade him with words, but who would have thought that she actually got angry and hurt someone and bit me. Only then did I think
It's a good idea to take care of her." Qibu Song'ao carefully raised his head and looked at his leader, fearing that if the leader was angry, he would inevitably suffer another physical pain.
"Hmph, forget it, Dachun has given you ten lashes today. If there is a next time, I'll see if I don't skin you!" The hairy-faced man snorted coldly, raised his whip, and dozens of horsemen surrounded him.
Then, they rushed towards the large army in front that was escorting supplies and plundered women. They headed north along the bank of the Nahun River.
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At this time, more than a dozen people who had escaped from the village were trudging along the difficult-to-identify path covered by ice and snow, heading straight in the direction of Fushun.
One of them got stuck in the snow pit and couldn't pull his leg out for a long time. He couldn't help but patted the snow and started howling. Hearing his movements, the others who were struggling to move forward hurriedly
The ground rushed over and finally pulled him out of the snow pit.
"Aren't you a fucking man? You're crying like an old woman. Do you want to attract those bastards?" The big man at the head slapped the guy in the face angrily, and he immediately fell in love with him.
Five red fingerprints were revealed on the pale face.
"Brother Zhao, tell me, if we really have to go to Fushun and then come back, will the girls survive?" After being slapped, although he stopped crying, tears welled up in his eyes.
"You!... Let's go. We have to stay alive. If they are gone, we will join the army. One day, I, Zhao Tiecheng, will definitely kill all those bastards!"
The big man closed his eyes tightly, and for a long time, he said these words firmly, turned around and continued to move forward.
The man wiped the tears on his face with his sleeves, looked back in the direction of the village, and resolutely followed the footsteps of Brother Zhao and his party.
When it was almost noon, a group of people who escaped from the village finally arrived at the deck fort more than thirty miles due east of Fushun. The guerrilla general Zhang Ying, who happened to be patrolling the deck fort, heard these people
He cried out in tears and immediately led his headquarters of 500 elite frontier cavalry, letting Zhao Tiecheng, the only one in the village who could ride a horse, lead the way and headed straight towards the plundered village.
But when a group of them arrived at the village, the entire village had been burned to ruins in the fire. There were broken walls everywhere. Inside and outside the houses, as well as in the open space of the village, there were stiff corpses everywhere.
There were also puddles of dark brown blood.
Zhang Ying, a burly and burly guerrilla general who was about forty years old, looked at everything around him with a livid face, breathing heavily. Among the corpses, in addition to adult men, there were even many old people and children.
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With blue-white faces, expressions of despair and helplessness, covered with blood and fine pieces of ice and snow, Zhao Tiecheng jumped off his horse and rushed madly to a burned-out room. Then, from that room
Inside the house, there were furious roars and cries.
"You bastards, these damn straight female bastards..." Two soldiers who were worried about An Xin and followed him to the house saw this scene and turned their heads unbearably. Their red eyes were full of tears.
The flames of hatred and malice.
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ps: This is not a fabrication by Qingluo. It is recorded in history that "Jianzhou and other Wei Nu direct governors Li Manzhu, Dong Shan and others, since the 14th year of Zhengtong, have taken advantage of the opportunity to plunder the border and besieged Liaodong..."
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