Chapter six hundred and sixty seventh home country
Yu Mantou was sitting on the execution platform, his face flushed with excitement. This was because the young man found that sitting on his left was Wei Zaode, a bachelor of the Dongge University of the Ming Dynasty, and next to him was Zhang Jinyan, the Minister of War of the Ming Dynasty. The first seat on his right was empty.
Sitting next to him were Wang Chengen, the eunuch Bingbi, the eunuch of the Ming Dynasty's inner court, and then the second general Li Xing.
Zhang Jinyan and Wei Zaode were chatting and laughing happily, while Wang Chengen and Tianjin's commander-in-chief Li Xing were talking and laughing, giving instructions in the middle of the execution platform. Only the underage Yu Mantou sat among these officials, too nervous to say a word.
Yu Mantou is a middle school student. He can read newspapers and is knowledgeable. Of course he knows how high-level officials these three guests are. Basically, except for the chief minister of the cabinet, these are the largest officials in the Ming Dynasty.
Yu Mantou was nervous there when he suddenly saw four tiger soldiers with military flags walking onto the execution platform. The four of them lined up at the four corners of the execution platform and blew the horns. Then the drums on the execution platform started beating, and the huge cowhide drum sounded.
The sound of "Tongtong" made the crowds of people near the execution platform quiet down.
The audience below are not only residents of Fanjiazhuang, but also guests from the capital and provinces. The inns in Fanjiazhuang are completely full these days, and even the inns in Tianjin Acropolis are full. Fanjiazhuang holds a ceremony to kill the Manchu Emperor Dorgon
The grand event was basically like the Olympic Games held in later generations, attracting guests from all over the world at once.
However, the crowd was only quiet for a short while before they started cheering.
Amid the applause of the people, Li Zhi, the general of the expedition to the north and Duke of Jin, walked up to the viewing platform wearing a unicorn official robe and a black gauze hat. He came up and exchanged a few words with Wang Chengen before looking at Yu Mantou, the representative of Fanjiazhuang soldiers.
"Yu Mantou, have you burned incense for your father this month?"
Yu Mantou's eyes turned red and he stood up and said, "Master Guo! I just went to burn incense for my father the day before yesterday!"
Li Zhi nodded, automatically ignored the two civil servants Wei Zaode and Zhang Jinyan, and walked to the main seat.
When the two civil servants saw Li Zhi exchanging pleasantries with a young man and ignoring them, they looked at each other and their faces turned dark.
After a while, Dorgon, the puppet emperor of the Qing Dynasty, was escorted up. Amid the exclamations of tens of thousands of spectators, Dorgon staggered towards the center of the execution platform.
Dorgon has lost some weight these days, and his face is very pale. He staggered a little when walking, and fell on the execution platform with a thud halfway.
In full view of everyone, Dorgon, with his hands tied, climbed up with difficulty and walked to the middle of the execution platform. Dorgon was still unwilling to kneel down on his own initiative, and the execution soldier kicked him in the knee socket again, knocking him down.
On the ground.
Dorgon staggered and knelt on the ground, closed his eyes, and couldn't stop crying.
Huan Yihua, the general manager of the newspaper, stood on the execution platform and said loudly: "Everyone, be quiet. First, let the soldiers speak on behalf of Boss Ma!"
Everyone looked at each other in confusion after hearing this. They all thought that there were so many big shots here, but the bosses didn't say anything. Who is Boss Ma? Especially the guests from the capital, Monk Zhang Er was confused.
Boss Ma stood up and walked to the front of the execution platform. He knew that he represented all the soldiers in Fanjiazhuang, so he straightened his back.
Seeing the medal of bravery on Boss Ma's chest, the people in Fanjiazhuang became quiet. The guests who were watching the execution gradually felt the solemn atmosphere and stopped talking. The area near the execution platform was so quiet that the breathing of the audience could be heard.
Boss Ma was also a sharecropper. He was originally a soldier of the Selected Front Regiment. When the Duke of Jin defeated Yanguli in the ninth year of Chongzhen, Boss Ma stood on the front line and withstood the rain of arrows shot by the Tatar elite.
The vanguard selection regiment at that time was different from the current Tiger and Ben Army. At that time, the soldiers in Fanjiazhuang did not have steel armor and could not stop the Tatar arrows. Moreover, Fanjiazhuang did not even have a medical team at that time, and a few local doctors had limited medical skills.
, in the end, Boss Ma’s right hand, which was hit by an arrow, became suppurated and the whole thing was cut off.
Later that year when honoring meritorious persons was awarded, the Duke of Jin personally gave Boss Ma a Medal of Valor.
Boss Ma later studied culture on his own and was assigned to work as a clerk in the archives. Boss Ma has worked hard over the years and fulfilled his duties in the archives. A few years ago, he was promoted to a section chief in charge of five people. He thought he would spend his life in this ordinary way.
, but I didn’t expect to have such a glorious day.
In the cool autumn wind, sweat broke out on Boss Ma's head. He was really too nervous. He subconsciously looked at the warrior medal on his chest, then raised his head and said loudly: "My Boss Ma's right hand is...
In the ninth year of Chongzhen's reign, he was shot down by a Tatar arrow!"
“Without my right hand, it’s a big loss and it’s hard to take care of myself!”
"But I, Boss Ma, have never regretted standing on the battlefield! Our soldiers in Fanjiazhuang fought to the death with the Tatars for this family and this country. The Tatars massacred our people, drove our people to be slaves, and countless people died of starvation and freezing. As long as
To be able to guard the homeland of our Han people and safeguard the peace of the people in the world, let alone my right hand, even if I take away both my hands and feet, it is worth it!"
"Today the Duke of Jin killed the Tatar Emperor in Fanjiazhuang! We are proud. This is the glory of those of us who have served as soldiers! It is the glory of Fanjiazhuang!"
Hearing Boss Ma's words, the people in Fanjiazhuang under the execution platform burst into applause. The guests from the capital and Beizhili looked at each other for a while, and nodded in appreciation of Boss Ma's generosity.
The audience at the back couldn't hear clearly what Mr. Ma said, but when they saw the people in front cheering, the people behind him followed suit.
After Boss Ma finished speaking, he walked away with a blushing face. Huan Yihua walked up with a smile and said: "Please ask Yu Mantou, the family member of the martyr, to speak."
In the eyes of tens of thousands of spectators, a fourteen- or five-year-old boy stood up from the first row of the execution platform and walked to the front of the execution platform. On the boy's chest, a first-class hero medal shone brightly.
Seeing this hero medal, the people became even quieter.
Standing in front of tens of thousands of spectators, Yu Mantou felt that he could hear his own heartbeat. He touched his chest and said loudly: "My name is Yu Mantou!"
The audience looked at Yu Mantou's hero medal, but no one said anything.
"My father's name is Yu Fenghe. He died in the battle at Qingshan Pass in the twelfth year of Chongzhen's reign. My father loved me the most since I was a child. My family didn't have enough to eat until my father became a soldier. My father received the first month of military service.
When I had money, I bought two twists for me to eat!"
As he spoke, Yu Mantou started to cry. He wiped his tears and said: "That autumn, when my father went to war, he told me that he was going to fight the Tartars. He told me at that time that if he died,
, who died fighting for the Ming Dynasty."
"Later on, I went to the government office every day to inquire about the news on the front line, and then I found out that my father had really died in the war. In the past few years, my mother and I had opened a tailor shop to live. But we knew that my father was a great hero. Every month I
We all went to Baozhong Temple to burn incense on my father’s memorial tablet. Although my father doesn’t care about us anymore, I am proud of him.”
At this point, Yu Mantou burst into tears, and he said loudly: "Today, the Emperor of the Tatars was captured. My father deserved it! His death was not in vain!"
