"...The second one, Wan Yan was in trouble, Jin Jun Yanshan Wei Meng An... After review by the Huaxia People's Court, the verdict was death penalty! Immediate execution!"
"...The third one, Wanyan Ling... was reviewed by the Huaxia People's Court and sentenced to death! Immediate execution!"
"...the fourth one..."
"...Death penalty! Immediate execution!"
…
The voices in my mind sometimes become very far away, and then suddenly they seem to be very close. The sound of the verdict is heard along with the boiling voices of people, and the charges of the Jurchen prisoners of war who were dragged over this time are listed one by one.
These are all the elites of the Jurchen army, and they are all generals, large and small. The most minor crimes are inseparable from the word "massacre". From the Central Plains to the south of the Yangtze River, there have been countless massacres, ranging from the massacre of cities to the massacre of villages.
, for them, it is just an ordinary mission in their military career.
Some of the records of the Chinese military generals matched their numbers.
Wanyan Qingjue stood in a daze. This was the first time in his life that he had experienced such fear. His thoughts were tumbling in his mind, and his soul was struggling hard, but his body seemed to have been drained of all its strength. He wanted to move but could not.
.
The stirring thoughts were chaotic and complex, but difficult to concentrate on a realistic level. Sometimes they stirred up the most profound childhood memories in his mind, and sometimes they flashed by the silhouettes of his countless heroic speeches. He thought of his conversations with his teachers and his wedding.
Yan Ershi's memory also recalled many scenes after the southern invasion. These scenes were like fragments. Groups of people kneeling on the ground, people screaming and rolling in a pool of blood, foaming at the mouth, ragged and skinny but still showing the most humble expression.
People kneeling down to beg for mercy... He had seen countless such scenes. He scorned these Han people, and then the Jurchen soldiers massacred them.
He wanted to resist and beg for mercy, but he couldn't make up his mind for a while. If he ran away, what would happen next moment? He needed to think clearly, because this was the last choice... He was careful
He looked to the side, but the people standing next to him were ordinary Chinese soldiers. He thought of the footsteps in the camp he heard every morning...
The Huaxia Army's sentence stated that it would be executed immediately, but it did not kill people one by one. Maybe they had to make up for five, or maybe they had to make up for ten?
At some point, he realized that his whole body was shaking again and his nose accidentally flowed out. He wanted to reach out and wipe it, but he didn't do it: It doesn't matter if he is embarrassed at all. Maybe if I am so embarrassed, these Chinese soldiers will take it lightly.
... He did not dare to look into the eyes of those soldiers, fearing that they would discover his thoughts of escaping...
The fifth sentence has been read out.
A Chinese Army officer said something in front. He was pushed by the person next to him, and the other person spoke. Wanyan Qingjue didn't hear clearly, but he was obviously asked to move forward.
"Hello……"
The sound coming from deep in his throat was inaudible, and he refused to leave. The soldier beside him pushed hard, and Wanyan Qingjue resisted at his feet.
"Hello……"
In his mind, he thought of his deceased parents, his wife and children at home, and his almost omnipotent teacher... He wanted to run away.
Two arms had already stretched out from both sides and grabbed him. Two Chinese soldiers pushed him, and then he staggered and moved in small steps. He was pushed forward stumblingly.
He was still thinking about countermeasures when a Jurchen general not far away roared. The voice became hoarse and cruel as he struggled. The Chinese soldier next to him pulled out an iron rod and hit him on the body. Then someone took a belt with him.
He came over with a long pole with a collar, tied the upper body of the Jurchen general, and pushed him forward like an animal.
The Jurchen general's struggle was not violent. It looked more like the desolation of a trapped animal. Wanyan Qingjue did not resist fiercely. He knew that these soldiers of the Chinese Army were inhumane. Once they resisted, they would never be good.
Treat them respectfully.
His steps were very small, trying to extend the time to reach his destination, and he tried to shout "Ning Yi". Before the word Ning came out, he thought about whether he should call him "Mr. Ning", and then opened his mouth and said, "Ning Yi"
..." The words were drowned in his throat. He knew that the other party would not let him go, and there was no point in shouting.
You have to think of other ways, or else just risk it and run away...
Countless voices buzzed, as if everything he had experienced in his life, everyone he met was looking at him with eyes open, and he didn't know when he shed tears, and the tears and snot were mixed together.
There was a big pit ahead, and he walked to the edge of the pit.
The Chinese Army soldier dragged his hand and seemed to say: "Turn around."
Wanyan Qingjue turned around mechanically.
He saw Chinese soldiers coming in a line with muskets.
Do you want to lie down in the pit...
Maybe you can play dead...
He didn't know why his teeth suddenly closed tightly, and he bit his tongue hard. It hurt, but the pain didn't matter at this time, and he was still very strong. The countless massacres he had seen before flashed through his mind.
, once the teacher asked him: "Why do you think they stood there and didn't resist when they knew they would die immediately?"
He gave a good answer. How did he answer it? I can't remember it.
The slaughtered Han people looked at him with extremely frightened eyes, and he looked at them.
"Father, mother..."
Some memories in my mind began to become clearer...
"I……"
His thoughts...
…
Bang——
…
The five Jurchens lined up in a row had their heads exploded.
Countless people in the city were cheering, and the five corpses fell into the pit. No one cared about their thoughts and fears before they died, just like the countless murders they had participated in before in the Central Plains or Jiangnan.
Turning into corpses and falling down, the living people turned around and continued their colorful lives.
The sentencing has begun and is continuing.
Soon after, more and more people in the entire city learned the news.
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The sentencing and execution of the Jurchens and a number of war criminals lasted for most of the day after the military parade ended.
Gunshots rang out from time to time near Victory Square, and unrecognizable corpses fell into the pit. The smell of blood filled the sky, but after hearing the news, more and more people gathered towards this side. People were either crying or
Cursing, or cheering, to vent their emotions.
Even though the prisoners were all former Jurchen generals, at the moment when the verdict and execution were announced, only a few prisoners actually resisted, and there was even less effective resistance.
The soldiers of the Chinese Army had defeated them on the battlefield, and in the subsequent reality, they had also seen the power of this army. At this moment when the female main force had returned to the Kingdom of Jin, thousands of miles away, everything
Their resistance was in vain. When they realized this futility, no matter how fierce the struggle seemed, it was nothing more than the howl of a dying beast.
The news that the Chinese army would execute Jurchen prisoners of war was not announced to the public in advance. When it happened suddenly, the people watching were excited and excited. Some people even returned home and brought steamed buns and money to find the executioner in the hope of getting some.
The blood of death row prisoners is used to treat diseases. Such behavior is naturally prohibited. On the other hand, most of the dignitaries on various viewing platforms felt a little unexpected when they saw this scene.
If ordinary people still have longing for the "decapitation" scene in advance, people like Yan Daolun and Guan Shanhai really have no expectations for the scene in front of them. In their view, for this group of Jurchens
The "not killing" of prisoners can bring countless benefits. For example, putting them on the table to negotiate with the Jurchens will immediately bring a lot of gains, and they can quickly establish an advantage in the subsequent chaotic situation, even if it is temporary.
If they are not traded and locked up, they can be used as bargaining chips at any time in the future. They can advance, attack, retreat or defend.
On the contrary, once killed, apart from letting the people below have a revelry, there will be no real benefits at all.
For a long time, the Huaxia Army, which has been struggling to survive in the cracks, has shouted loud slogans to the outside world, including doing business and negotiating contracts. Ning Yi has done business with the Northwest, done business with Xixia, and also had many transactions with the Jurchens
, after arriving in the southwest, he had countless business dealings with the Central Plains and various forces in the south of the Yangtze River. During the southwest war, Ning Yi also used Jurchen prisoners to exchange for a group of Chinese army soldiers - to
But this time, with such a good batch of chips in hand, he suddenly decided not to do any business?
Amidst such doubts, someone mentioned this matter to Ning Yi during the noon banquet. Of course, the words were old-fashioned:
"...After this incident, the war between the Chinese Army and the Kingdom of Jin really became a fight to the death."
"Is there ever a chance for things to turn around between the Chinese Army and the Jinren?" Ning Yi asked with a smile.
"This has happened before. For example, during the Xiaocanghe period, the Jin envoy Fan Hongji came to Mr. Ning to start negotiations with you. Before the Southwest War, I heard that Xi Yin also sent an envoy.
"
The person who said this was a great scholar named Huang. Ning Yi smiled and said: "Does Mr. Huang know why the Jurchens are willing to negotiate with the Chinese army?"
The other party thought for a while: "...Because, the Chinese Army has chosen to fight to the death from the very beginning."
"Yes." Ning Yi said, "That's how things are in the world. If you choose not to die, others will give you room for maneuver. If you want room for maneuver, the other party will not even bother to talk to you. So,
Why should I care?"
"It's just that if you massacre the Jurchen prisoners, how can the Jin people not retaliate by massacring the Han prisoners? There is something to talk about in this."
Ning Yi looked at the other party and was silent for a moment: "They are already killing."
He paused: "War is a debt. Some debts were owed in the past. It seems that the people are still there, but in fact they are no longer in your hands. The Jurchens have been massacring Han people for a long time, and they will pay for everything.
Kill a few. If we kill the Jurchen prisoners here, of course the other side will retaliate, but if we really care about these colors, starting from today, they will take these Han people for the second, third, and fourth time.
The prisoners are threatening us, and in the end our losses will only be greater."
That's all his answer. Then someone asked: "Are the Jin people already killing Han prisoners?"
"No one can stop it." Ning Yi sighed in a low voice.
The faint sound of shooting was still coming in from outside...
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The carnival in the city continued like a boil for most of the day without stopping. Even in the remote health center, one could hear the sounds coming from outside.
The injury on his back healed slightly, and Qu Longjun, who could occasionally sit on the bed, also heard about the feat of shooting Jurchens outside, so that doctors and wounded people in the health center also ran out to watch the fun, and sometimes they could hear people shooting in the distance.
A voice of admiration came: "The Chinese Army is really good..."
"There is a kind..."
Even though these sounds were separated by several courtyard walls, Qu Longjun could still hear the praise coming from his heart.
Judging from her simple experience at the age of sixteen, the Huaxia Army was indeed good. This point seemed almost irrefutable in recent months, but the fact that her father was killed by the Huaxia Army prevented her from thinking about it.
Thinking about this matter, she could only try her best to put her thoughts on other issues.
For example: Can women hold up half the sky?
She sat on the bed and flipped through the book in confusion for a long time.
This book is entirely written in vulgar vernacular. The content in the book is very easy to understand. It is based on the experience of some women who are self-reliant and self-reliant, and some suggestions and summaries made by the Huaxia Army on what women can do. It is also quite passionate.
They shouted some slogans, such as "Who said women are inferior to men" and other fallacies, encouraging women to actively participate in work. For example, working in the weaving workshop of the Huaxia Army is a good way to feel
To all kinds of collective warmth and so on...
Qu Longjun didn't understand the little military doctor's intention of putting this book here.
He came to the southwest because Wen Shoubin wanted to bring trouble to the Chinese army. His father, who led the army to conquer Xiaocanghe, was killed by the Chinese army. The Chinese army already knows these things. How will he deal with it now?
It hasn’t been made clear yet, but once the injury is healed, it is possible to be tried, beaten or killed...
But looking at this book, could it be that the Huaxia Army decided to marry a man here and then work in the Huaxia Army’s workshop for the rest of his life as punishment?
Such an idea would seem a bit strange anywhere in the world.
She flipped through the book for a long time, still a little hesitant about whether it was the book that Doctor Long put down. When Aunt Gu came over at noon, Qu Longjun opened her mouth to test it out, wondering who had placed a book beside her bed.
The aunt took it and looked at it, but said it was not her.
In the afternoon, the little doctor came over to inquire about her injury. Qu Longjun plucked up the courage, lay on the bed and whispered: "Yes, someone put a book beside my bed. Long, Doctor Long... was it you who put it there?"
?”
"What book?" Long Aotian's face was arrogant and his eyes were confused.
not him?
Qu Longjun also became confused and took out the book "Women Also Hold Up Half the Sky". The other party took it and looked at it, then stood by the bed and carefully turned through a few pages with disgust in his eyes.
"Women hold up half the sky, so how could I read this kind of book? Look, what is written here is for you women to read."
"Uh..." Qu Longjun felt that his expression was ferocious, and he shrank in fear, "I'm not saying you saw it, I was saying, I don't know who put it here..."
"..." Long Aotian was silent for a moment and put down the book, "It's not me anyway. Then you can read it, it's for women."
When he said this, he said no more. Qu Longjun didn't dare to ask any more questions for a while. Only when the other party was about to leave, he said: "Dr. Long, if it's not you or Aunt Gu, then who is it?"
Who entered this room?"
"There are all good people in the health center, what do you have to be afraid of... Well, I will keep an eye on this place anyway, so you don't have to worry about this anymore. It should be... maybe some nurse showed it to you. Anyway, there is no need to worry.
."
He repeatedly stressed that there was no need to worry, and then went out with a proud look on his face.
…
In the evening, while Aunt Gu was washing clothes in the yard, she chatted with Xiao Ningji, who was sitting aside peeling beans.
"Ning Ji, it was you who gave that little girl the copy of "Women Hold Up Half the Sky"?"
"Shh." Ning Ji raised a finger, "Aunt Gu, don't tell her."
"Why?"
"Isn't it what you said a few days ago, Aunt Gu? She is alone, sixteen years old, her family is gone, and Wen Shoubin, who kidnapped and trafficked her, is also dead. I don't know what to do in the future. I thought about it, and there are
It makes sense, so I bought her a book to help her become self-reliant."
"Ah?" Aunt Gu's round eyes on her fat face pretended to be confused, "Why... do you want her to be self-reliant?"
"Of course she has to be self-reliant. Our Huaxia Army does good deeds. Now people have been saved and injuries have been treated. How much money has been spent recently? After she recovers from her injuries, of course she can no longer stay here. I think she
It’s best to leave on your own. It won’t look good if you’re driven away...it’s really troublesome to save people.”
"Uh..." Aunt Gu looked up and down at the young boy who was sitting on the steps peeling beans, "So... Xiao Ningji, this is what you planned..."
"What else?" Ning Ji stared with two obvious eyes.
"Hehe, Auntie is thinking..." Aunt Gu smiled and thought for a moment, "Auntie is thinking, it turns out that... it turns out... it turns out that you saved this little girl not because you like her..."
"Ah?" Ning Ji's mouth opened wide, and his fair cheeks began to become congested and reddened at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then he saw him jump up, "How could I... how could I like a woman... No, I mean,
How could I like her? I, I, I..."
"It's okay, it's okay, it's no big deal, Aunt Gu made a mistake before and thought you wanted to take her back as a child bride, hehe." The fat woman smiled and waved.
Ning Yi jumped twice on the spot: "How is it possible? I just saved her casually and thought she was not guilty enough to die. Then Sister Chuyi asked me to solve the problem, so I gave her the book to read.
!Otherwise I will drive her away now——"
"Okay, okay, okay, I believe it, of course I believe it, it's just a misunderstanding. You peeled the beans, peeled the beans, what's the matter with kicking her out now, childish words..."
"I'll chase her away when she gets better."
"Then don't be too messy. Okay, her injury is not serious. It's up to Aunt Gu to take care of her first. Hey, she is young and tender, so she can't eat more than a few mouthfuls of food."
"I didn't think she was that tender."
"It's not tender or tender, it's really a bit rough..."
When the setting sun dyed the earth red, the person responsible for collecting the body had already dragged Wanyan Qingjue's body onto a wooden cart. Inside and outside the city, pedestrians came and went, and everything big and small was intertwined with each other, happening non-stop.
When the girl named Qu Longjun was tossing and turning on the bed reading a boring book, she didn't know that in the yard next door, the serious and arrogant little military doctor was cursing and swearing that he would drive her out to fend for herself.
Of course, the boy who was insulted because he liked girls didn't know. Shortly after nightfall, Aunt Gu met Min Chuyi who was passing by on patrol and talked about his behavior in the evening.
, Min Chuyi laughed and was puzzled at the same time.
A little later, Min Chuyi and Ning Xi, who had worked hard all day, met near the Maha Pond and whispered about the matter again. Ning Xi said she was dismissive of her brother's emotional problems. He was almost exhausted and needed care.
, and then was beaten by his violent fiancée. The one-sided beating turned into a mutual beating, and was later obscured by the flowing clouds in the night sky.
In the Golden Kingdom of the North, the massacre of Han slaves is taking place in various forms on this land. The news of Wu Qimai's death has spread in a small area, a storm that affects the fate of the entire Jin Kingdom.
, is brewing silently in this chaotic and crazy atmosphere.
In early August, Tang Minjie, who was spying in secret, received the first round of instructions from the south since Lu Mingfang's death.
At this time, the first military parade of the Chinese Army had ended, and the first Chinese People's Congress was held as scheduled. The situation in the southwest was prosperous.
At this time, no one could predict what would happen in the Northland...