It was time to cut off the money rat tail on the back of the head. When the battalions were assembled and heard Zhao Qiang’s order to cut off the braid, the Han soldiers did not have any psychological resistance to cutting off the braid because they had already done so ten years ago.
I had my braids cut off once, and the braids now grew just two years ago.【】
When Wu Sangui led the three armies to pay homage to Emperor Yongli's mausoleum and vowed to fight for the Northern Expedition, he summoned the generals beforehand and said: "To bid farewell to the late monarch, you should wear the clothes of the late monarch to see him." Pointing to his head, he asked the generals: "I will go first.
Did your court have such a hat before?" He pointed to his own clothes and asked the generals: "Did my previous court have such clothes? As an old minister, I will change my clothes to sacrifice to my late king. You should consider for yourselves whether you should change your clothes."
Since the founding of the Qing Dynasty outside the customs, a policy has been established. All Han people captured or surrendered from the Ming Dynasty, Han officials and generals must have their hair shaved and change into Manchu costumes. Otherwise, it is not abiding by the national system and is detrimental to the Qing Dynasty.
Disloyalty is regarded as treason and is a crime that cannot be punished. In the Ming Dynasty, all Han people who had shaved their hair and changed into clothes were rebels and were regarded as enemies. Wu Sangui took the lead in getting dressed, changed to Hanfu, and grew his hair again. Wu's army naturally followed suit.
Zhao Qiang himself had personally cut off the braid on the back of his head a few days ago in Beijing.
However, the irony is that after Wu Sangui changed his clothes, he went to the Yongli Emperor's mausoleum to cry and sacrifice, and his voice was hoarse and he was extremely sad. Zhao Qiang did not deny Wu Sangui's heroic feat of resisting the Qing Dynasty, but he was very dissatisfied with his behavior.
Shameful, you must know that Emperor Yongli was captured by Wu Sangui, and he personally ordered his secret execution. More than ten years later, he prostrated himself in front of the Yongli Mausoleum and cried bitterly. Where did his grief come from? What kind of person was he crying for?
Rather than saying that Wu Sangui cried for Emperor Yongli, it is more realistic to say that he cried for himself. He fought for the Qing Dynasty for most of his life, exchanged for a crown, and obtained a piece of land, hoping to live forever in the city and enjoy happiness in the world. Who thought that Kangxi could not tolerate two tigers in one mountain, so he insisted
If he were to be impoverished and returned to the outside of the customs, returning to the outside of the customs would mean that Wu Sangui would lose everything he had gained and end his life. Moreover, no matter what his fate would be by then, who could dare to guarantee that he and his descendants would be safe? Maybe.
, in front of the Yongli Emperor’s Mausoleum, the line of tears Wu Sangui shed contained his own anger, injustice, lamentation, and regret!
At that time, Wu Sangui cried too sadly, and his sorrow affected the national sentiments of the three armies. Wu's army, including the former Zhao Qiang, only thought of the imperial court for not keeping faith and depriving them of what they had obtained. They were resentful of the imperial court and the Manchus suppressed the Han people and occupied them.
Who still thinks about whose hand Emperor Yongli died? Occasionally, he thought that the Qing Dynasty must be blamed on the Manchus. Therefore, when Wu Sangui cried, the three armies cried together, and they vowed to fight against the Manchus and the Qing Dynasty!
Of course, Zhao Qiang's order to cut off the braids of his subordinates is incomparable to that of the Wu army. At that time, hundreds of thousands of troops were cut off, but now it is only a few hundred. However, the momentum is not as good as in the past, but the nature is stronger than in the past.
What Zhao Qiang wants to cut off is not only a braid, but also a break, a complete break with the Manchus! Let these aliens know that from today on, they are no longer slaves under the Manchus, but iron-blooded warriors under Zhao Qiang!
Anyone who is half-hearted, weak-willed, and loyal to the Manchus will be purged!
The Han soldiers quickly helped each other cut off their braids, but the Oroqen and the strong men of all ethnic groups were terrified. Everyone had a look of fear on their faces. They didn't understand why the Han people wanted them to cut off their braids, in case something happened.
If the Qing army discovered it, it would be a serious crime that would require the clan to punish him!
Some strong men suddenly had a thought in their minds: Are these people the imperial army?
"Can you cut it or not?"
Zhao Qiang roared three times in a row, but the crowd did not waver at all. The young men and Oroqen people just looked at him in horror. No one had the sense to step forward, so Zhao Qiang's hope of buying horse bones was dashed.
Silence, silence, Shouyi City was quiet. Even the Rakshasa women who didn't understand were watching the incredible scene in front of them very quietly. No one dared to say anything. They knew that the top commander of this fortress was angry.
"Cut it, cut it all for me!"
At Zhao Qiang's signal, Wu Si led several people to hold down the three Oroqen men, and without any explanation, cut off their braids with a knife.
"Braids, braids!"
The three Oroqen people grabbed their pigtails like crazy, cried and hugged each other, and were indescribably sad. That look made Zhao Qiang feel like he was in 1911, when the country launched a vigorous pigtail-cutting movement.
During a nationwide movement, many Manchu elders and children were forcibly cut off their braids by radical revolutionaries or progressive students and young people. After their braids were cut, they looked like the strong men of all ethnic groups in front of them, lost and lost.
Desolate, miserable and angry.
Cut, must cut!
The actions of the three Oroqen men made Zhao Qiang more determined to cut off their braids. Only in this way can they follow him firmly. Otherwise, these people will be the first to waver when facing the Qing army one day.
and the most unsafe hidden dangers.
"If you don't cut off your braids, you'll cut off your head!"
"Leave your hair without braids, leave your hair with braids!"
Orders full of murderous intent were passed down by the Han soldiers. Duncan, who was locked in the stone house, and the missionaries looked at each other. They didn't understand why these Tatar soldiers wanted to cut off the symbolic braid of their nation. Could it be that they
Don’t you know that if you cut off your braids, you will be beheaded?
Crazy, all crazy!
Looking at Zhao Qiang who was roaring in front of the crowd in the distance, Duncan thought that this man was crazy. If he had a clear mind, he would not do such a crazy thing. If the officials knew about it, these people would be executed.
"Will you cut it or not?"
The strong men of all ethnic groups and the Oroqen people were determined not to cut off their braids. The murderous orders could not deter them. Zhao Qiang was angry. He was really angry. The best way to deal with the stubborn people was to let them know how to fight.
What are the consequences of.
Zhao Qiang asked Xu Ping to find Wu'er Leng and ordered him to cut off the braids of his tribe within one stick of incense, otherwise he would kill them all.
Wu'er Leng had never seen Zhao Qiang so angry. He was still immersed in the dream of wealth and didn't understand why Zhao Qiang suddenly asked his tribesmen to cut off their braids. He hesitated and looked at his tribesmen, who all looked at him with requests.
Wu'er knew what they wanted to say to him. After thinking about it for a moment, he asked Zhao Qiang if he could cut off his braids later so that he could discuss it with the clansmen. He didn't want to just move his mouth, but was violently punched in the back of his head.
He was grabbed by someone, and before he could turn his head, his braid was thrown to the ground. Looking closely, there was a gleaming big knife behind his head, and the person holding the knife was Zhao Qiang's guard Yan Qian.
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"You must carry out Master Qianhu's orders immediately, otherwise, you will be the first to die!"
Yan Qian made no secret of his murderous intention. As long as Zhao Qiang said a word or even a look, he would kill Wuer Leng with his sword.
"Lord Qianhu, I'm going to let my clan members cut off their braids, I'm going right now!"
The posture in front of him was very clear. If he hesitated any longer, I'm afraid Zhao Qiang, who was so angry, would never care about using his sacrificial knife to kill the chicken to the monkey. Wu'er Leng was a smart man. His cleverness saved his life in Yuan. Now,
, he must be smart to save himself one more time, so as not to sacrifice the lives of all the men in the clan for a braid, and not to let his dream of getting rich be shattered.
Under Urlen's strict order, the Oroqen people had no choice but to obey the orders of their clan leader, although they were unwilling to do so. The imperial court was a distant existence to them, and the clan leader was the most realistic leader. Although they wanted to be loyal to the imperial court, the clan leader
They had to obey the order. With dissatisfaction and anger, the Oroqen people trembled and cut off their braids one by one.
"Will you cut it or not?"
Wu Si led a group of people to the strong men of all ethnic groups who were still watching. After getting a negative answer, he pointed to a few people: "You, you, you! Come out!"
With such a fierce and murderous formation, the few strong men whose names were called naturally understood what it meant to let them out. They retreated back in fear, but were pulled out by the Han soldiers.
"Ask me again, to cut or not to cut?"
A strong man shouted as if begging for mercy: "Master Baihu, if we cut off our braids, the court will regard us as rebels and kill us!"
"Sir, you can't cut!"
The few strong men who were pulled out were crying and screaming, hoping that Wu Si would let them go back.
Wu Si's face was livid, he glanced at several people with disgust, and waved his right hand: "Cut it off!"
In an instant, several sabers were raised, and before the young men could beg for mercy again or regret, they slashed at their necks.
"Pfft"
With blood splattering, the four heads rolled to the ground.
There was a commotion in the crowd, but no one dared to scream, and no one dared to move, because around them, the firecrackers, spears, bows and arrows were already aimed at them.
“Leave your hair in braids but not your hair, leave your hair but not your braids!”