On the first day of August, the sound of salutes fired from the east and west walls of Chengdu shook the earth and sky. Under the bright autumn sunshine, this huge and rhythmic sound covered this ancient Shu city from two directions.
The first military parade of the Chinese Army was officially launched. The Fifth Army entered the city from the west and the Seventh Army entered the city from the northeast. Flags embroidered with their respective numbers were spread out. Accompanied by the neat steps of the Chinese Army soldiers, they marched through the city mightily.
A long street lined with pedestrians.
The military parade is no better than a temple fair. There are no knife-throwing acrobatics, and there are no dragon or lion dances. However, there is a lack of large-scale activities for all the people in these years. Many residents in Chengdu have already taken up positions on the roadside. People's
Waving red flowers in their hands, adults and children came to see what this powerful army looked like that defeated the arrogant Jurchens.
Half of the people joined in the fun, and the other half had begun to sincerely support this army - the Jurchens had been raging for more than ten years, and the Wu Dynasty was turned upside down. Although Chengdu is located in the southwest and has never experienced war, after more than ten years, it has only escaped from famine.
The number of people is not a small number. On the other hand, although the Chinese army occupied Chengdu not long ago, some measures are not very close to the people because of the approaching war, but there are indeed many policies that have indeed gathered the hearts of the people.
"Did you see those women?" The Chinese army's troops had already entered the city. In a teahouse next to the main road in the north of the city, the middle-aged scholar who pointed out the situation pointed at the crowd below and signaled to his companions.
"After the Chinese army occupied the southwest, one of the measures was to encourage women to work... In the past, there were some small workshops here. Businessmen often went to farmers' homes to collect silk and cloth, and some women worked during the slack time.
Embroidery supplements the family income. However, the income from these businesses is hard to say. What the goods look like and how much they charge are mostly decided by merchants. From time to time, there are incidents of women being oppressed..."
"...Mr. Ning of the Huaxia Army started out as a businessman. The Ning family where his wife belonged was a businessman at the beginning. After the Huaxia Army occupied Chengdu, they vigorously encouraged peasant women to work in workshops, and they were uniformly listened to and given generous subsidies.
A certain person, who has been in Chengdu for more than a month, inquired privately that all these women had before starting work... something called training. The teacher taught them how to do things and unified the craftsmanship. In this way, the disadvantages of the merchants' silk collection and cloth collection were uneven.
.In addition, Mr. Ning used strict orders to ensure that the income of these women would not be deducted, and some of them actually killed some people..."
"In this way, both men and women in these families can make money to support their families. Although it only lasts for more than a year, they will soon become rich. These women's families have benefited from this, and when they work for the Huaxia Army, the Huaxia Army has also benefited.
, why are they shouting so loudly at this time? They are tied to the Chinese army."
"The business of the Huaxia Army is not just about weaving, including their papermaking, book printing, glaze, brick making, perfume... There are workshops for each industry, and those who enter these workshops are also on the same side as the Huaxia Army.
One piece... I'm waiting to watch this army go by here today, but in fact the roots of the Chinese army lie far beyond these armies."
"...We have said in the past that merchants are a cheap profession. Now look at it, is it cheap? You give people food, and then people do things for you. From what I see, in this world from now on, the right to do business should be
Collect it and deploy it by the imperial court. Not only important businesses such as salt and iron, but all kinds of businesses should be led by the imperial court. Only after you give them money will they share the same hatred with you. When I leave Chengdu this time, I will take this
Write down all your experiences and experiences..."
People downstairs were waving red flowers and shouting, and upstairs there were scholars summarizing their experiences on the trip. At every street corner, propagandists arranged by the Chinese Army were loudly announcing the military exploits and achievements of the passing troops.
come out.
The newly built Victory Square on the northwest side of the Maha Pond in the city was originally an abandoned house with a school ground belonging to the Chengdu Yamen. At this time, it had been completely cleared out, widened and opened to the outside world. The return of the Fifth and Seventh Army
It will take some time, but a large number of people have already gathered.
In the auditorium south of the square, the guests invited by the Chinese Army have begun to gather upstairs at this moment. This is a delegation representing various forces, big and small, who are willing to openly accept the goodwill of the Chinese Army.
An Xifu who came from the Jin Dynasty, Zuo Xiuquan who represented the Zuo family, official representatives sent by Liu Guangshi, and merchants who had been traveling around for a long time, the middlemen interacted with each other and talked with each other. Most of them came with a purpose, and their bodies were relatively soft and their methods
They are also flexible. Even if they don’t get anything from the Huaxia Army, they may still do business with each other in the future. In fact, there are people who are good friends with Dai Mengwei, Wu Qimei and others, but they usually don’t point it out directly, and they know it well.
yes.
On the viewing platform to the east of the square, gathered at this moment are all the celebrities and scholars who came to Chengdu this time. Those who received the invitation this time were civil and military, such as Lu Liutong, a great martial arts tycoon, his son Lu Xiaolun, etc.
People, as well as some relatively famous green forest heroes who did not cause trouble on July 20th, were screened and a group came up. The rest of the various great scholars and young talents who have recently become famous also received a group.
Invitation.
Yang Tiehuai went upstairs with the invitation and looked around. He saw some famous Confucian figures he was relatively familiar with in the past, such as Chen Shichun, Guan Shanhai, Lang Guoxing... etc. Some of these great Confucians were originally at odds with his ideas and had some problems.
Those who quarreled were talkative people like Chen Shichun; there were also some who had discussed "big things" with him in the previous days, but found that he had not taken action in the end, such as Guan Shanhai, Lang Guoxing and others. At this time, everyone
Seeing him coming up, everyone showed contempt.
No one scolded him on the spot, probably because they were afraid that he would stir up more troubles in a moment of anger, and no one came to beat him. The literati used words but did not take action. But Yang Tiehuai knew that he had been completely isolated by these people.
His eyes were cold, he raised his chin and straightened his clothes. He was extremely disdainful of these people's pretentiousness. The reason why he didn't take action was that he saw clearly that there was nothing he could do. It was just a fool who didn't understand the difficulties involved.
What are you pretending to be?
He looked up at the other side of the square. The villains from Demon Ning had not appeared yet. But it didn't matter...
He held the invitation in his hand tightly.
The decision has been made and there is no other way. Yang Tiehuai thought in his heart. When those evil people show up, he will do a feat that will shock everyone.
"Mr. Yang, please come with me. This is your seat."
The soldiers on the viewing platform led him to the back row of the platform and pointed out his position.
In front, the crowd was talking, talking to each other, debating seriously, or making loud statements. The old man was sitting there... none of this had anything to do with him.
…
The salute at the top of the city stopped after twenty-eight shots. Then the heavy and rhythmic sound of war drums guided the team forward. Crowds on both sides of the road shouted, and some people tried to throw flowers into the team.
The troops marched in unison, making almost the same rhythm and sound as they marched down the long street. Even the soldiers who had lost their arms moved at the same pace as ordinary soldiers. Many of the troops had wheelchairs in front of them, and those who had lost their arms
The soldier who had made a great contribution to the leg was sitting upright above him, and in his eyes, there was a faint flash of aura that could kill someone.
As Mao Yishan walked in the team, he could occasionally see figures kowtowing on the roadside. In more than ten years, too many people died at the hands of the Jurchens.
Three thousand people from the Fifth Army participated in the military parade, which stretched for several miles through a long street. In the back section of the army, one hundred and forty-six Jurchen prisoners of war were held in thirty prison cars and were walking through the streets of the city.
The person in charge of the presentation roughly introduced their identities. Some people threw mud and other objects inside. Although they were immediately stopped by the soldiers maintaining order, a lot of mud, vegetable leaves, and rotten eggs were still thrown in.
Behind the thirty prison cars holding Jurchen prisoners of war, four more prison cars followed. Among them were the most vicious Han war criminals who appeared in the war, as well as some prisoners who caused trouble and killed people in the southwest rear area. Two of them,
At that time, he was still the leading dignitary in Chengdu.
In the narrations of the preachers on each street, many people recognized their identities.
…
Wanyan Qingjue leaned on the railing of the prison car and looked out.
He was hit by a few pieces of mud and a few rotten eggs, but as a prisoner, such humiliation was nothing.
Along the way, he listened carefully to the words of the street preachers, how the Chinese army introduced them and how they would deal with them. Wanyan Qingjue hoped to hear some clues from the beginning.
Unfortunately, he was in the first prison car, and often the prison car passed by after the speaker started speaking, so he could only hear the beginning of what the speaker said each time.
Many times, he could not hear clearly. The crowd on the side of the road was in intense emotions, with distorted faces and full of curses. Due to the occasional flying debris, Wanyan Qingjue could only glance at those people sideways and out of the corner of his eyes. What he said to
These people are not afraid. These people are the weak among the Han people. If he opens the car door and removes the shackles, he can kill many of these people in the past. He has also seen these people kneel and cry countless times.
It's just a fox pretending to be a tiger's power...
When mud hit his head, he told himself this in his heart.
I am afraid that these people have never experienced the scenery at the moment in their lives. And I have spent most of my past half life in the scenery - thinking about this, I feel a little calmer.
boom!
Rotten eggs exploded on his head. He stretched out his hand to wipe it. It was full of stench, but the expression on his face didn't change much.
"... Han Xin still endures the humiliation of his crotch." The words that the master who looked down on the world once told him rang in his mind, "Most of those who can become masters have also endured hardship..."
This is...my bitterness among hardships...as long as I have eaten it...
As long as you have eaten...
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War drums, accompanied by human voices, spread throughout the city of Chengdu.
Ning Xi jogged all the way, passing through the security guard outside Victory Square, passing through the drum tower on the west, and went to the three-story building on the north.
Entering the small auditorium inside, Ning Yi, Qin Shaoqian, Chen Fan and others were still drinking tea and discussing things. After Ning Xi came in, she gave a general report on the new round of alert conditions in the city.
"...I ran around again from beginning to end. A total of three batches of those who wanted to cause trouble were arrested. There are no major problems at the moment. The road congestion in the several districts the military parade passed through was not serious. According to what was said before, let's go
After that, several key openings were unblocked. Anyway, we went through the inspection, and the person in charge of each district signed and marked..."
Ning Xi walked through the city completely since the morning, and she was so tired that there were beads of sweat on her forehead. Ning Yi nodded: "Well, the military parade is just a formality, follow the steps, and there won't be much trouble after that. You can
Put away the glasses of water and go out to meet people later... Also, I have my own ideas about the militia here..."
He dismissed Ning Xi casually and discussed government affairs with Qin Shaoqian. Ning Xi curled her lips and turned around to clean up her image.
…
At three o'clock, the roaring sound of war drums seemed to be approaching the square here.
On the viewing platform, several members of the Chinese Army who had been arranged to receive and explain began to persuade a kind of old man. The scholar sat down and kept quiet. Yang Tiehuai looked forward. To the north, Ning Yi and others seemed to have come out.
He stood up and prepared to walk towards the edge of the viewing platform in front.
Two Chinese Army soldiers came over and held out their hands to stop him.
"Mr. Yang, the time is almost up, please sit down and watch the ceremony."
"I'll just take a look."
"Please sit down and watch the ceremony. It's not easy to block others, right?"
"Isn't it here yet..."
"sorry."
Two Chinese Army soldiers smiled and held out their hands to stop him. They were very strong and the old man could not get past him. Although they were wearing military uniforms, their smiles did not look like those of real frontline soldiers. Moreover, their apology was too casual.
The old man thought for a while and sat back down.
Not long after, the first two groups of soldiers entered the square from different directions almost at the same time.
The old man stood up again. After taking a few steps, two soldiers came over again.
"I, I'm going to the hut."
"Please, let me take you there. The toilet is downstairs..."
The soldiers took him down.
…
Yu Hezhong sat in the front row of the viewing gallery and watched the soldiers line up neatly into the square.
Although he and Yan Daolun came here after taking over Liu Guangshi's mission, they were not officially part of the mission, so their positions were arranged on the same east side viewing platform as the famous Confucians.
At this moment, he didn't notice the strange movement of the old man named Yang Tiehuai behind the auditorium. He didn't know much about war and the army. Seeing the army coming in with neat steps, he felt a little fancy in his heart, so he could only vaguely understand it.
I feel that this army is slightly different from other armies.
Experts can watch the door, while outsiders can only watch the excitement. There are mostly scholars here, and someone among the crowd said: "It seems that the energy and spirit are a little different, but the training time is wasted on this step... It's okay to walk..."
How useful is it to be so neatly put on the battlefield? Let me see, I am nitpicking..."
"After so many years of fighting, Black Flag finally has some money to show off. With so many people watching on the stage today, it is understandable that they should move more neatly. I just don't know how long they have been training temporarily..."
"The wounded at the front of the queue are very interesting. There are so many people who survived the severed hands and feet on the battlefield, which shows that the doctors accompanying the Chinese Army are quite good. Brother, I have seen many places in the Chinese Army recently. They have suffered from injuries and falls.
Quite an achievement..."
"Brother Xu knows the whole leopard at a glance. It's really true..."
As everyone was talking, Yu Hezhong couldn't help but want to nod in agreement. Then he heard someone say: "The Chinese army has strict military discipline. They can practice steps that you think are useless to this extent, which shows that they can practice them to this extent."
There are orders and prohibitions in the army. Once on the battlefield and the army is ordered to advance, the lieutenants and officers will know that no one around them will retreat. You are so frivolous. Maybe there is an army outside the southwest that can do this?"
This voice made Yu Hezhong alert, but it was immediately drowned in the chatter of everyone. Everyone just didn't hear it and didn't answer.
Lu Xiaolun sat on the stool at the back. Fortunately, the Ba Dao people didn't really open the back door for him and let him join the Black Flag Army as an instructor. It would be okay to do other things. If you become an instructor, you will inevitably be beaten soon.
Death - From this point of view, there is indeed some real friendship between my father and Ba Dao. I almost misunderstood them at first.
…
After using the toilet, Yang Tiehuai walked up from below and was "escorted" by Chinese Army soldiers before returning to the seat at the back.
He watched the soldiers gathering in the square, and there seemed to be countless people shouting in the city. Time gradually passed, and two Chinese soldiers not far away looked at him with a half-smile.
People were discussing and talking, and occasionally someone turned around and seemed to give him a mocking look. With his past status in the world, he always sat in the front row, only this time he was placed in the back...
He looked to the north, looking at Demon Ning, Qin Shaoqian and other evil people over there. They had trampled on the orthodoxy of the Wu Dynasty and used various means to alienate the people of the Wu Dynasty. He wanted to rush over immediately and hit him hard.
He died on the face of Demon Ning, but how could these villains be so easy to deal with? They had already made preparations and were keeping an eye on themselves. It was ridiculous that no one on the so-called viewing platform realized this.
Look at those two soldiers of the Chinese Army, they were arranged by Ning Yi to deal with me.
No one saw it.
Yang Tiehuai sat there in a daze for a long time.
Finally, he took a deep breath and stood up for the third time. He straightened his clothes and walked out of the viewing gallery.
The soldier came over again: "Where are you going, Mr. Yang..."
"I'm going down, I have something to do, so I won't watch anymore." Yang Tiehuai stared at him sternly, "Is that okay?"
"Oh, of course, I'll take you down."
Soldiers escorted him out of the viewing platform and then out of the inner perimeter of Victory Square.
At this time, more than 4,000 soldiers representing the two armies had gathered in the square, and the vehicles holding prisoners had also arrived. Groups of prisoners were getting off the vehicles and lining up in the open space on the side of the square. The streets around the square
It was almost crowded.
The sun hung in the sky, and Yang Tiehuai took a deep breath. The sky was vast and the city of Chengdu was colorful. But at this moment, for him, everything was gray.
The nearby servants and students had already seen him, coming here with difficulty from a distance. The old man lifted up his robe and hurriedly ran towards the highest teahouse nearby except Victory Square.
The tea shop was three stories high, including the roof, which meant it had four floors. The old man paid the money downstairs, underwent inspection, and then went all the way up.
The crowd in the teahouse was looking at the movement not far away, and no one saw him at the moment.
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The flags of the Fifth and Seventh Chinese armies officially met in Victory Square. After a simple ceremony, they were raised in the sky together with the black star flag representing the Chinese army as a whole, surrounded by dozens more flags carrying various regiments.
The military flags of the serial numbers were lined up.
Wanyan Qingjue was dragged out of the carriage and led by soldiers to stand in the open space on the southeast side of the square. They could only watch from a distance the raising of the flag and the progress of the rendezvous. Of course, he knew in his heart that it was nothing more than
It's all just a show, it's all acting.
Many people gathered in the nearby streets, and they were isolated by the Chinese army when they got close. Someone threw mud here, but at this moment, it could not be thrown on the Jurchen prisoners. There were people kneeling on the street.
He cried and cursed, maybe because his relatives were killed on his side. There were also a few people who wanted to rush over, but the Chinese army stopped them.
In fact, Wanyan Qingjue didn't mind being humiliated, but the Chinese army was always so strange, and there was nothing he could do about it.
On the street not far away, a preacher was loudly repeating what happened in the square. Wanyan Qingjue didn't pay attention. He just listened to the things about people like himself.
At some point, he finally heard it...
…
The old man passed through the third floor of the teahouse and climbed to the top of the building along the unattended small staircase on the side.
The upstairs is covered with green tiles. Since it hasn't rained recently, it seems dry, but for an old man of his age, it still looks too scary.
He stood there for a moment.
From here, you can see the open space in the square where the prisoners are standing not far away, and you can also see a corner of the military parade in the distance. Ning Motou and other villains must be enjoying themselves and talking about something there.
There will be retribution for you!
He thought to himself.
In the crowd not far away, his servants, students and others seemed to be still coming this way.
He remembered many things.
I remembered the suicide note written in the Xiangwu Guild Hall room.
I remembered some of the instructions I gave in my suicide note on how to use the news of my death.
I remember the remorseful scene when everyone started to regret after my death, feeling that I had misunderstood a great scholar.
He wanted to take a step forward...
But it's too steep.
The old man looked back at the ladder behind him.
I don't know why, but he actually walked several steps on the roof.
It's too steep over there.
In the street not far away, the preacher seemed to say something, and the crowd suddenly became loud.
Hatred welled up in the old man's heart, and gnashing of teeth and "it's too steep" intertwined in his heart.
In the tea shop, people were whispering to each other.
"What did you say? What did you say over there..."
"Wow——", "Ah——" sounded, and a black shadow with tiles suddenly crossed in front of the eyes, and then bang, bang, and splash sounds sounded from below.
The people upstairs poked their heads out and discovered that someone had slipped and fallen from the roof, smashing a noodle cart downstairs to pieces. A wooden stick supporting the awning of the cart had passed through the person's body, so that
The corpses on the ground were twisted and their blood was red.
Upstairs and downstairs, many people were silent for a moment. Some people turned their heads to look at the roof and the ground...then screams began to be heard.
…
I don't know when Wanyan Qingjue heard the speaker's voice - that was the part he had been paying attention to.
But his mind was knotted for a moment, and after the sound outside suddenly became louder, he still didn't quite understand the meaning of those words.
"...After the Battle of Southwest, our army will deal with the captured Jurchen prisoners as follows after strict screening and evidence collection..."
"...For these war criminals who owed heavy blood debts during the long-term aggressive war, the Chinese People's Court has listed 146 of them as the most heinous ones. Their crimes will be pronounced in public today, and their sentences will be imposed immediately.
implement!"
"...the first among these criminals, Wanyan Qingjue——"
There was a buzz in Wanyan Qingjue's mind.
He still doesn't know what the Chinese army will do to him, but some clues have already emerged in his mind.
"The most vicious person".
……I?
He was confused in his mind and looked at the other people around him. These people must be considered extremely vicious. Throughout the whole war, he maintained the dignity of a scholar from beginning to end. He even failed to win the battle and was captured twice. Why?
Will he be a very vicious person?
He remembered the last time he saw Ning Yi.
Ning Yi is a profit-oriented person, not someone who is easy to kill...
Now that Ning Yi was in the square, he wanted to go in and take a look.
Ning Yi should remember him.
That Mr. Rabbit named Zuo, as well as some other people, should have submitted their letters to Ning Yi...
Didn't he see...
The pronouncement delivered by the preacher was quite lengthy. After a brief introduction to his origins, he began to describe what he did in Lin'an.
"...Assisted Wanyan Xiyin to open the Lin'an city gate, which directly led to the subsequent Lin'an massacre...causing all living beings to suffer—"
Wanyan Qingjue remembered the sound of dysprosium in the wind that day and the fighting in Lin'an City. Many people wanted to prevent the Jurchen envoys from entering the city, and they killed the fake envoys. However, Wanyan Qingjue then walked out, and there were corpses and corpses all over the ground.
The bright red was like the red carpet in front of him.
That was the greatest victory in his life. He walked towards the palace in Lin'an. Han people everywhere and the entire Wu Dynasty surrendered to him. What followed was countless intoxicating cries and bloodshed...
"...After deliberation by the Huaxia People's Court, the verdict is death penalty. It will be executed immediately——"
The people around were excited.
Wanyan Qingjue stood there. He wanted to say something, he wanted to do something, he wanted to run away, he wanted to rush into the square, he wanted to curse loudly, he wanted to struggle... He knew that the shackles under his feet were not
His movements were completely restricted, and there were more than a hundred "extremely vicious" former Jurchen generals around him. Although they were surrounded by soldiers of the Chinese Army, they were not unable to resist... He wanted to resist, and he wanted to start agitating.