(I wrote half of the chapter last night. I felt unsatisfied, so I deleted it all. I had something else to do this morning, so I wrote it in the afternoon. To express my apology, I will give the book friend 600 words.)
"Wow!" With a sound, a basin of water was poured on Salha's face. He had already fainted, but he woke up again when the basin of water was poured on him. But when he woke up, he had no expression, and even more
There was no reaction, he just looked ahead blankly, like a living dead.
The punishment he just received was too horrific. Although he was once a general of a country, he had never been in charge of punishment. The army never used too harsh punishments to deal with erring soldiers. It was all punishment with a rod.
So although he had heard about all kinds of torture, he had never seen it, let alone experienced it. This time he finally saw these tortures and experienced them himself. Such horrific punishments were beyond his imagination. At this time, he
already
Seeing his appearance, Zhu Xian frowned. He personally came to torture Salha in order to get the pleasure of successful revenge, but how could Salha's appearance make him feel happy? Zhu Xian couldn't help but say a few words.
, but Salha was still half-dead, so he turned his head and said to his guards and the people guarding Salha: "Do you have a way to make Salha live again? If anyone can figure out a way, I will be alone."
There are many rewards!”
After hearing his words, these people looked at each other, but no one spoke for a while. Zhu Xian became impatient and asked the person guarding Salha: "Aren't you usually in charge of punishment? Have you never performed these tortures on people?"
Don’t you even think of a way?”
"Your Highness," seeing Zhu Xian call their names, the leader of the group could only say: "Of course there is a way, that is to bring the person he cares about most here, or say in front of him the person he cares about most.
Things he cares about most. But Salha is not from Delhi. His family members are all in his hometown, which has not yet been occupied by the heavenly soldiers, and the water far away cannot quench his thirst. The thing he cares about most, according to inquiries, is the post that he died in the Yiwu battle that year.
The soldiers of the Mur Khanate seek revenge, and the second is to save their own lives. But now he has no hope of revenge, and he knows that the Ming Dynasty will never let him go, so it is useless to stimulate him. So..."
"After all, there is still no useful way." Zhu Xian interrupted impatiently: "You losers!"
Several people were very unconvinced. They were all from Jinyiwei, and they were also good at torture in Jinyiwei. Few could compare with them. If Qin Song hadn't insisted on taking them away from Jinyiwei, several commanders and colleagues would have commanded them.
They will never let go of things, and they have always been proud of their 'craftsmanship'. But today, Zhu Xian called them a loser. Even though they did not dare to be rude in front of Zhu Xian, they did not say anything anymore and just stood there with their hands down.
next to.
Seeing them like this, Zhu Xian became even more angry and opened his mouth to scold them again. At this time, one of his guards suddenly said: "Your Highness, the two people over there are the ones who captured Salha alive. Since Your Highness hates Salha so much,
Ha, of course we should give them more rewards and say a few words of encouragement." These people are Qin Song's cronies, otherwise they would not have been brought out by him from Jin Yiwei. To scold them is to offend Qin Song, although Zhu
Xian is a prince, and Qin Song is no longer the commander of the Royal Guards, but it is better not to offend him as much as possible.
"What you are saying is that if it weren't for the two of them, we might not be able to capture Salha alive, and maybe even get a corpse. You call them two, and I will encourage them personally and give them rewards." Although Zhu Xian
His temperament is a little twisted, but he is not a brainless person. He certainly knows what to do with the soldiers who have made great contributions.
Soon the two men who captured Salha alive were brought to him. Zhu Xian gave some words of encouragement and said: "The reward given by General Lan is one thousand taels of gold. But I'm afraid the money will have to be divided between the two of you.
Each person only gets five hundred taels. I will add another thousand taels, so that each of you can get one thousand taels. As for other rewards, I will also discuss with General Lan, at least to promote you to one level."
"Thank you, His Highness King Pu!" The two of them were stunned for a moment, and then knelt down and kowtowed with joy. They didn't know what Salha had done to make Zhu Xian hate him so much, and they didn't want to know. They only know now
Capturing Salha alive not only gave him money, but also promoted him to a higher position. He was so happy that he even forgot about me and just kowtowed. At the same time, the two of them were thinking: 'A thousand taels of gold! How much money have I ever seen in my life?
It’s hard to say whether I have so much, let alone having so much money in my hand. When I get the money back home, I will immediately buy a big house in the city, and with the remaining money, I will buy three beautiful women as concubines.
If I buy a few hundred more acres of land, I won't have to do anything else in my life! I can just leave all the errands in the army to my brother! My parents are also willing!'
'I want to buy a big house! I want to buy a beautiful woman to be my wife! I also want to buy a woman in India, and I will ask the merchants accompanying the army to transport it back.
Give me money!'
Seeing the two of them so happy, Zhu Xian couldn't help but feel better. He laughed and spoke more docilely. "You have made such a great contribution, and it is not an exaggeration to reward you with a thousand taels of gold. And this is
General Lan’s first order was that besides me, you should also go and thank General Lan.”
After hearing Zhu Xian's words, the two soldiers were about to kowtow again when they heard a sentence from outside. "Why do you want to thank me?" Lan Zhen walked into the cell with her head held high.
Lan Zhen said this with a smile. She turned her head and saw Salha hanging on the torture device. Even though he was mentally prepared, he was still startled. After calming down, he said: "The two of them
Who are they? King Pu rewarded them, otherwise he would kowtow to you so happily?"
"Why, Gu is the prince, they should kowtow to me, why do I have to reward them?" Zhu Xian said.
"I made a mistake. I wonder why His Highness just said they still want to thank me? And I can't bear the word "thank you"," Lan Zhen said, still smiling.
"The two of them are the ones who captured Salha alive. Thank you for the reward of one thousand taels of gold you promised." Zhu Xian also replied with a smile.
"That's not necessary. They deserve to be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold. There is no need to thank me." After Lan Zhen said this, before Zhu Xian could say anything, he added: "Your Highness, you have already vented your anger.
Are you angry?"
"Absolutely." Zhu Xian said with some waning interest: "You have also seen it. He has been tortured to this point and is lifeless. What's the point of torturing him anymore? Although these people said there is still a way.
It can bring him back to life, but it won't be useful for a while."
"Your Majesty, just let the fire out and not hold it in your heart." Lan Zhen said with a smile: "Since Your Majesty feels that it is not interesting anymore, let him go back to prison. He will be sentenced to Lingchi tomorrow or the day after. There is no need to do it again.
He took the trouble."
"There is also the matter that His Highness wants to kill all the people in Delhi City. Now that Delhi City has been completely pacified, we are going from house to house to check whether there are any Indian soldiers or generals (officers) who have been hidden. We will collect all these people.
, it will be much easier to kill them." Lan Zhen said again.
"Slaughter the people of Delhi," Zhu Xian heard this, but changed his gnashing of teeth from the previous two days, thought for a while and said: "That's all, so many people have been killed, the prince who was conferred by the emperor should complain. And if it is true,
After killing all the people in the city, naturally there will be no treasure left, and the soldiers will take it home, and it will be difficult for the prince to do it later."
"But we can't just let them take it easy! All the captured Yinlu soldiers and generals were all executed, the soldiers were executed three times, and the family members were killed together. It would be enough to loot a few wealthy households in the city and give the soldiers a reward.
Yes. By the way, there are also people outside the city. We must also kill some to free up some good fields and distribute them to the people who came from them."
But even though Zhu Xian said this, he suddenly felt a little unhappy. Although all the Indian soldiers captured in Bengal had been killed except locals, he still felt unhappy because too few people were killed in Delhi.
He couldn't help but show it on his face.
"Even so, a lot of people were killed. Not to mention the Indian soldiers who died in the previous siege, the number of captured Indian soldiers alone was nearly 200,000, and there were more than 60,000 prisoners.
At least half of them were from Delhi, and there were more than 200,000 people including their families. In addition, the wealthy households in the city were raided and the farmers outside the city were killed, at least 256,000 people died. Before the war, Delhi city
There are only 500,000 to 600,000 people, and even if you include the farmers outside the city, there are only 700,000 to 800,000. Nearly 30% of them are dead, which is not a small number." Lan Zhen said.
Hearing Lan Zhen's words, Zhu Xian paused and said with a smile: "It turns out that so many people are still going to be killed. I can't bear to hear it."
"You still can't bear it? The sun is really coming out in the west." Lan Zhen said with a smile.
Zhu Xian rolled his eyes at him and did not refute, but just said: "If others have no objections, let's do it this way."
"You don't have any objections, how can others have objections? In that case, I will give the order." Lan Zhen was still teasing Zhu Xian on the surface, but he was relieved in his heart. He didn't want Zhu Xian to generalize all over the city.
All the people were killed, but Zhu Xian was so angry at the time that his straightforward persuasion would not only be ineffective, but would only add fuel to the fire. After all, he was a foreign minister, and Zhu Xian was a prince who had already been crowned, so it was not easy to get along with him.
So he deliberately agreed to Zhu Xian's request first, and then used Salha to divert Zhu Xian's attention. After he vented his anger, he used such relaxed words to talk to him, which successfully made him give up massacring the whole city.
Although the plan still requires killing more than 200,000 people, it is much better than killing everyone in the entire city of Delhi.
Moreover, he may not want to kill a few people. With so many people in India, how can we deter the gangsters if we don’t kill a few? What’s more, the envoys from the Sultan of Bahmani Sultanate have been sent to persuade them to surrender. Killing a few people can still deter those people.
Being a country also has its benefits.
Moreover, there were letters from Beijing, and His Majesty’s meaning was beyond his expectation...
Lan Zhen and Zhu Xian said a few more words. Zhu Xian stood up from the chair and ordered people to throw Salha back to the prison. However, he still needed to be guarded to prevent him from committing suicide. Several people hurriedly agreed and helped him.
Get out of here, Salha.
Zhu Xian and Lan Zhen returned to their residence in the city side by side. Since the city of Delhi has been captured, of course they can no longer live in the military camp, but they are worried that there are still Indian soldiers in the city who are dissatisfied with Ming rule, so they dare not live in other people's homes at will.
, ordered people to build several houses in the open space in the city. Although they were not as strong as ordinary houses, they could still accommodate people.
"Lan Zhen, what you did is to prevent all the people in the city from being executed, right?" Zhu Xian said suddenly while walking.
"Your Highness is right. This is indeed my purpose." Now that he had thought of it, Lan Zhen did not hide it and answered straightforwardly.
"Let me tell you, you would never do so many things that have nothing to do with war." Zhu Xian said with a smile. But he then added: "But I still don't think it's appropriate. You advised me not to execute Manchu."
The people of the city want to kill so many people, why on earth are they killing them?"
Lan Zhen didn't answer. Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhu Xian thought about it carefully and suddenly said, "But it's the emperor's order?"
"Your Highness, don't make it difficult for me." Lan Zhen could only say.
"Of course I won't make it difficult for General Lan. But what does this order have to do with? Is the vassal king who was granted the title unusual? Could it be that Wen Qi is going to be granted the title?"
"Your Highness, please stop making random guesses. However, it is indeed related to this, but it is not what Your Highness guessed."
'What on earth is that?' Zhu Xian thought in his heart. However, he did not ask any more questions on the surface. He just said: "Find someone to forget about it. It is not a good time to kill people tomorrow. The day after tomorrow is a good day. Then wait until tomorrow
On that day, I will personally watch Salha, Said and others being executed!"
