Nine hundred and ninth chapter exchange prisoners (2)
"By the order of the Emperor of Han, Wei Shang, the governor of Yunzhong County, pays homage to Your Excellency..." Wei Shang nodded slightly, then stepped forward and said: "Danghu, I will start the prisoner exchange right away..."
Wei Shang really couldn't wait any longer.
Landasin didn't care about this.
He nodded and said: "That's right!"
So with a slight wave of his hand, the Hun cavalry behind him began to clear a path.
One after another, disheveled and unsteady Han Chinese walked towards the front with heavy steps.
These people are basically in their thirties or even forties.
They were taken captive to the grasslands and lived a miserable life under the whips of the Huns.
Almost all of their fellow countrymen and neighbors who were kidnapped with them back then are now gone.
Even they have been resold many times.
If it hadn't been for the Battle of Mayi, the Han army would have won.
If it were not for the negotiations between Han and Hungary, the issue of returning them would have been involved.
At this moment, they are actually dead.
In the Xiongnu, on the grassland.
Once a slave loses the ability to work, or is no longer as capable as he used to be.
Then their owners will definitely find ways to cash out and preserve their value.
How to cash out? How to preserve value?
The answer, of course, is to sell it to shamans.
The shamans will make all these purchased slaves into various magical and underworld weapons.
Then, resell them to those nobles who need them.
Or for your own use.
However, the victory in the Battle of Mayi completely changed their destiny.
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Yuan Chu remembered that two months ago, he and several slaves captured by the Huns were driven by the Huns with whips and entered a ghastly tent.
The tent was filled with various human skin and bone products.
An old shaman with even the wrinkles on his face was making gestures on their bodies with a bone knife and bone needle.
At that time, Yuan Chu was so frightened that he was trembling all over.
In his nervousness, he shouted out a sentence that he had forgotten for a long time and seemed to only remain in his memory: "A real man can be killed but not humiliated!"
Originally, he was ready to be disemboweled by the shaman and have his muscles and bones pulled out.
but……
Yuan Chu will never forget that after hearing what he said, the scary old shaman's hand shook and the bone knife fell to the ground without even holding it firmly.
"People from the Han Dynasty?" the old shaman narrowed his eyes and picked up the bone knife tremblingly and asked.
After getting Yuan Chu's nod.
The old shaman said something that still makes Yuan Chu twitch in his heart to this day.
"People from the Han Dynasty are people who are favored by the gods. They should not become magical objects. Take them to the Shanyu court and give them to Shanyu..."
In this way, Yuan Chu was escorted across more than a thousand miles of grassland and came to the Xiongnu Chan Yuting.
There, he met many compatriots like him.
Like him, these people had been tortured to death by the Huns.
Many people can no longer even speak Chinese.
Even those who can speak are still a bit unfamiliar.
Nearly twenty years of slavery and oppression on the grasslands destroyed everything for them.
Including character, self-esteem, courage and pride.
Almost no one dared to look up at anyone.
However, in the Chan Yuting of the Xiongnu.
Those nobles and herdsmen who used to whip their slaves at every turn, and even whipped slaves unscrupulously, did not come to bully or humiliate, let alone whip Yuan Chu.
This made Yuan Chu very strange.
In his memory, whenever the brutal Hun nobles saw captured Han slaves somewhere, they would like to whip them to show and demonstrate their power, and at the same time humiliate the captured Han people.
The Huns not only stopped torturing and humiliating him.
Yuan Chu even discovered that his treatment had also changed.
The Huns provided him with a clean tent to live in.
Although there are ten people per tent, it is much better than sleeping outside the tent and guarding the sheep for the master in the past.
Not only that, the Huns also provided food including cheese.
Sometimes even some bones are given.
Such strange changes naturally surprised Yuan Chu.
Until one day, Yuan Chu accidentally bumped into a Hun child playing in Shanyu's court while riding a sheep.
In the past, slaves who dared to collide with their master's children were either beaten to death or tortured to death.
But that time, after the Huns discovered his identity, they surprisingly did not do that. Instead, they said meaningfully: "Han Dynasty people, you are lucky!"
From that time onwards, Yuan Chu knew.
There must have been some earth-shaking change.
It allowed the Huns to change their view of themselves and the ethnic group to which they belonged.
Finally, one day, Yuan Chu heard several Huns talking in private.
So, he knew the whole story and origin of it all.
His motherland twenty years ago is now stronger!
In the Battle of Mayi, the main force of the Xiongnu invasion was completely wiped out, and even King Youxian and King Zhelan were destroyed in the hands of their motherland.
The Emperor of the Han Dynasty reached an agreement with the Xiongnu due to his narrow victory.
After being kidnapped and tortured for twenty years, he will return to his hometown that is almost vague in his memory.
From that day on, Yuan Chu could not sleep every night.
Every night he would recall the landscape of his hometown, the voices and faces of his parents, and the companions he played with when he was a child.
He will think of his brothers and sisters in his family, the girl he loved when he was a boy, and the nightmare that remains in his heart forever, those Huns who destroyed his hometown and everything about him.
At this moment, Yuan Chu stood in the crowd, walking forward with his companions on the left and right.
In the distance, a black dragon flag flutters high.
The Han army formed a rigorous formation.
Bursts of drumming sounds suddenly started playing, and melodious and low singing voices began at the same time.
"Picking weeds and picking weeds, the weeds stop. When I say return, I say return, but I don't stop even if I am old. I want to spend more time on my house, because of the wolf. I don't want to leave my home, because of the wolf..."
Listening to the familiar drums and music in my memory, looking at the familiar mountains and rivers in front of me, and then looking at my possible hometown in the distance.
The prisoners of war burst into tears and cried bitterly.
Although most of them did not understand the meaning of the music and poems played by the Han army on the opposite side.
But music does not need words to reach people's hearts directly.
The low music and melodious chants made them involuntarily recall the softest parts of their hearts, those forgotten hometowns.
"Picking weeds and picking weeds, the weeds are soft and soft. When I say "Gui", I say "Gui", my heart is also worried. The worry is strong, and I am hungry and thirsty. My garrison is not yet decided, and the extravagant troops return to hire..."
When Landasin listened to these musical sounds and these melodious chants, he felt inexplicably irritable in his heart.
After the Battle of Mayi, Landosin realized the importance of learning from the Han Dynasty. Therefore, he is now making up for the culture and history of the Han Dynasty.
Although, he has not yet been able to dabble in such profound contents as the Book of Songs.
However, this does not prevent him from hearing and understanding some of its meanings.
"The people of the Han Dynasty really bullied others..." Landasin held his hands and yelled in his heart.
The Huns have always been the only ones to show off their power by riding on other people's heads. When did the Huns get such treatment as they do today?
Although he couldn't understand the meaning of those poems.
But he knew that the people of the Han Dynasty would never aim without aim!
Sure enough, after a period of low and melodious singing.
In the Han army's formation opposite, there was suddenly the sound of gold and iron, the sound of drums was strong, and the sound of chanting suddenly became impassioned and sacred.
Boom, boom, boom!
In the roar of war drums.
Clang Clang Clang!
In the clang of gold and iron.
The officers and soldiers of the Han army sang in unison: "Where is Belvede? The flower of Wei Chang. Where is Belus? The chariot of a gentleman! With the army and chariots driven, there is a lot of industry. How dare you settle down? Three victories in one month!"
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On a hill ten miles away.
A slightly trembling old man with white hair and beard, surrounded by several Hun nobles, listened attentively to the music and chants coming from afar.
"Poetic picking of weeds..." the old man said hoarsely, and sneered in a sinister manner: "Plucking weeds, picking weeds, returning home, returning home!"
"In the past, I left, and the willows lingered. Now I come to think about it, and the rain and snow are falling..."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
"Liu, why didn't you think of paying back what you owed me?"
"Who wants to leave their hometown and be sent to the left?" He raised his head with a ferocious expression on his face: "You forced me to do this!"
"I swore it back then!" He gritted his teeth and dug his fingers into the flesh: "I must do what I want to do, and I will be a Han patient!"
He said it was the Bank of China.
The first traitor recorded in Ming history.
The first person to take the initiative to surrender to the enemy, and to help the enemy wholeheartedly to deal with his own motherland.
Of course, Bank of China says it doesn’t think so.
In his eyes.
He just wanted to take revenge on Emperor Liu and the man sitting in the Xuanshi Palace in Chang'an City.
Even today, that emperor is dead.
But, as long as the emperor's heir is still sitting in the Xuanshi Palace.
He will never stop taking revenge.
Anyway, he is an eunuch.
So I don’t care about future generations or ancestors.
"You won't be proud for long..." BOC said and swore in his heart.
He struggled to survive in the ice and snow of the North Sea.
It's because of hatred that supports it.
"Before I die, I will definitely let Liu Heng and his descendants know what they did wrong!"
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The prisoner exchange ceremony is still going on.
The prisoners escorted by the Han and Hungarian sides were all driven and lined up in the center between the two armies.
"Let's get started..." Wei Shang waved his hand and said.
"Okay!" Landosin also nodded.
Prisoners of war on both sides began to be exchanged.
Work in groups of ten for handover.
The difference is that when the Han army brought back a group of compatriots, military judges and civil servants immediately came forward to ask about their surnames and place of origin.
Behind them, more than a dozen carriages loaded with household registration documents were arranged one by one according to age and region.
Once the names and place of origin of the prisoners of war were obtained, the military judges and civil servants immediately began to search the files in the carriages where they were located.
"Yuan Chu, Zuoting, Daochi Township, Fuping County, Beidi County!"
Facing the officials who came to ask for his name and place of birth, Yuan Chu stammered and nervously told the hometown in his memory.
"Beidi County Fuping County Archives!" Two officials immediately shouted loudly.
Immediately, hundreds of dusty bamboo slips were pushed forward.
After a while, someone shouted: "Found it!"
"Yuan Chu! A native of Zuoting, Daochi Township, Fuping. He is seven feet five inches tall, slightly fat, and has a white beard... He is twenty years old and is a soldier of the village... In the 16th year of Emperor Taizong's reign, he was captured by the Huns..." A text
The official said loudly: "Father Yuan Dao died in the spring and March of the first year of Yuande! My brother Yuan Zhi traveled to Daochi Township, and my brother Yuan Feng died in the second year of the late emperor's reign. I followed my brother Yuan Yi... Yu Lin
Guard the left team and lead the team!"
Then, the clerk walked up to Yuan Chu holding the bamboo slip of the household registration file and looked at his appearance.
In the household registration file, it is clearly recorded that this person named Yuan Chu is seven feet five inches tall, slightly fat, with a white beard. He was born in the period of Empress Lu. If I count, he is only in his thirties today.
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In the Han Dynasty, a strong man in his thirties was in his prime of life.
But the man in front of me was thin, hunched over, with scars all over his face, and even a few fingers on his left hand were missing.
No matter how he looked, he didn't look like the seven-foot-five-inch-tall, slightly fat, white-bearded country soldier recorded when he enlisted in the army.
Seeing this, the clerk took the file and walked over to an official who seemed to be of higher rank and muttered a few words.
The official heard this: "Yuan Yi, Yuan Zimei?"
He is Lantai Shangshu and a close confidant of Shangshu Ling Ji An. He has a basic impression of the mid-level and senior officers within the Yulin Guards and has even interacted with them.
"In this case, send it to Chang'an and let Yuan Zimei identify it!"
Yuan Chu is undoubtedly lucky.
His family and clan are still there.
And he mixed well.
But more people are not so lucky.
"Yang Ye...your family members have all been destroyed by the Huns' invasion..."
"Zhang Zhi... your wife and her children remarried more than ten years ago, and there is currently no trace..."
Each piece of bad news makes many people cry and cry.
At this time, the magistrate of Yunzhong County who was responsible for sheltering and settling them appeared.
"Everyone, please show your condolences..."
"The Holy Emperor is now on the throne, bringing great benefits to the world. The Emperor orders me to take care of you and treat you kindly..." The magistrate of Yunzhong County said: "In my county, there happen to be a few people who guard the government offices and manage the government fields.
If you don't dislike this person, you can go and settle down in my place first, and then worry about other things..."
Of course, there are luckier people.
For example, when a returning prisoner of war just said his name, the clerk opposite him who received him immediately knelt down and worshiped: "Uncle, please accept the courtesy of my unfilial nephew!"
The prisoner of war was also fighting hard, looking at his nephew in front of him in disbelief, and shed tears.
Wei Shang was riding on the horse, looking at the scene of joys and sorrows in front of him, his eyes were a little moist.
He is already old.
In two months' time, he will step down from his post in Yunzhong and return to his homeland to enjoy his old age.
Before leaving office, I could see the return of my brothers and sisters who were kidnapped and robbed because of the war.
This was a great comfort to him.
but……
This is not enough!
The Huns have not yet paid the price and have not yet suffered reciprocal revenge!
so……
"Xiang Gong restored the vengeance of the ninth generation, and the spring and Autumn period will be great!"
"A gentleman's revenge is never too late in ten years and not too late in a hundred years!" (To be continued.)
