This is Zhao Xi's attitude, the attitude that must be expressed.
The dynasty is so good at spoiling people, the scholar-bureaucrats are spoiled, the common people are spoiled, even foreigners are spoiled. Now even the warriors feel that they can be spoiled!
Therefore, never forgive!
In this era, fighting is about morale and morale.
If they all agreed to surrender, what morale would there be? As for the morale of the army, nothing can break the morale of the army more than the screams of the wounded.
Three or four rounds of gravel bullets hit the densely packed soldiers on the city wall... In an instant, the entire city wall was gone. He didn't even care about the howling wounded, and he couldn't remember that those lying on the ground were in the same pot with him.
Shao's comrade.
These are the soldiers of the imperial dynasty.
This was not a heinous crime. What really chilled Zhao Xi was that after refusing to surrender, another group of people came out of the city gate. It was the soldiers who tied up the Shangguan and came out.
To be honest, if this group of rebels stubbornly resisted, refused to obey, and fought to the end, Zhao Xi still respected them and would think that they had been treated unfairly and were forced to rebel.
what is this?
What does it count? The promised recruitment by the court is gone, the promised transfer of citizenship is gone, and the promised bright future will not be there. They were deceived into rebelling, and they only saw the artillery fire from the court and the constant screams.
War situation.
At this time, if you want to think about your life and how to survive, the only way is to tie up these superiors and give them to the officers and soldiers. Then you can live on. Even if you live like a rotten person, you still have life.
This scene is really weird.
Everyone looked at Zhao Xi. His Highness the Crown Prince said that he would never forgive. I don’t know if he would punish everyone or only those in charge.
Even the soldiers who tied up their superiors were approaching cautiously and slowly.
"Switch to single-ball bullets! Form a circle around them and hit them directly in the back of the head!"
After the order was given, Zhao Xi did not stay here anymore. He could not bear to see the troublemakers killed, but he had to let the rebels and the reinforcements see it.
Although the city cannot be said to be orderly, it is true that these rebels did not disturb the people. Judging from the figures that kept appearing in the windows of the houses, we knew that they were acting somewhat humanely.
The magistrate of Caizhou hurriedly led the way and kept speaking on behalf of the rebels.
It seems that all the mistakes are the fault of that Shangguan Zhang Yan...
Zhao Xi has never been able to argue with them. Regardless of his position, he understands and even appreciates the actions of this group of rebels.
How should I put it? Most of the soldiers in the country are bloodless, but this group of people, these people who dare to lead everyone to rebel, are still a little bloody. They just chose the wrong method, but at least they have changed the status quo.
demands.
In Caizhou City, on both sides of the street, there were soldiers who had thrown away their weapons, looking downcast, waiting for the verdict.
Every other section is a place where weapons are piled.
Zhao Xi didn't care about these things. Although Caizhou Zhizhou said a few good words for the rebels, he started to talk about himself, as if the rebels' surrender had nothing to do with the siege, and it was all because of his words.
It was he who disarmed the rebels, it was he who made the rebels lose their courage, it was he who made the rebels stand on both sides of the street to greet them... He really did this.
I was showing off when I looked up... Near the end of the street, there were about fifty or sixty people, standing back to back in a circle...
Let's just say that the so-called 30,000 rebels were not the only ones who were killed by the so-called Shangguan. It turns out that the rest are here.
"Drop your weapons, I won't kill you! If you continue to resist, you will have no chance of survival!"
It seemed that he had fought with his subordinates, or that he was not the person in charge, but just a superior officer.
In general, this should be the kind of situation where someone betrays someone but has nowhere to say anything about it.
When the guard camp heard His Highness's words, all the muskets were held flat... As long as His Highness the Crown Prince made a gesture, there would be a pile of rubbish in front of them... Two thousand muskets, hitting fifty or sixty people, still at such a close distance...
"Dang Cang..."
If there is one, then there are two, and then there are all of them.
You only have one life, and no one cherishes it. Just now I resisted out of coldness and anger, and now I surrender out of helplessness, all for the sake of living.
"Take care of it..."
Zhao Xi originally wanted to say: Don't abuse them. But then she thought it was inappropriate.
Although he had different views on this group of people, his stance was decided. Rebels are rebels.
The government office gave way, and Zhao Xi was too lazy to worry about where Zhizhou would go to rest.
He was not in a good mood and had no energy to talk. It was still early and it was only time for the second meal.
Although Zhizhou wanted to entertain him, Zhao Xi filled in the table casually and left the table... and the place dispersed.
Zhao Xi was really panicking and couldn't tell the specific reason. It should be the whole thing.
Zhang Yan was forced to do so. In the entire army of the country, there is really a need to be so motivated.
But he chose this path, or he thought it was the only path, but it was a path of no return.
His superior officer was not wrong, he was just carrying out the imperial edict. The so-called mistake was just mobilizing a subordinate commander, but he lost his life because of it.
Who was wrong? Open the source of your own resources and solve the problem of redundant troops for the country and the dynasty...
That Zhang Lin...
"Zhongzheng, rush to Dongchuan overnight... Then Zhang Lin will die suddenly! If there are children who come of age, they will recruit workers into the mines. If they are just orphans and widows, inform the person in charge and choose an opportunity to send them to Bianliang and find a job in the woolen mill.
Make a living. You take care of it all by yourself."
The copper mine in Dongchuan is very important, and Zhao Xi cannot let there be any hidden danger there.
If Zhang Yan can reach the point of being a commander, then Zhang Lin must not be too bad. What's more, it's his first time to go back to his hometown to visit relatives, so he should be able to gather a group of people.
The current plan can only be like this!
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"Commander Di, the rebels must be brought back to the court. You decide how to use the Caizhou Forbidden Army. As for the Xinyang Army, you can recruit others."
Early the next morning, Wang Suxian left. He felt that His Highness the Crown Prince seemed to be worried, but he had no way to persuade him, so he just cupped his hands before leaving.
The rebellion has been subsided. He is the military commander on the southwestern route of Beijing and it is not appropriate to stay on the northwestern route of Beijing.
So he came in a hurry and left in a hurry, which was just a sneak trip with his soldiers.
Zhao Xi was also leaving. He said these words to Di Qing before leaving. Di Qing could understand.
But what Di Qing didn't understand was that His Highness the Prince actually asked the rebel soldiers to find their own superiors who had been killed, and then asked these ten lower-ranking generals to carry one dead body for every eight people.
Arrive at Bianliang...
He couldn't understand it, but everyone in the guard camp could understand it.
It's impossible to express it in words, but everyone knows it in their hearts and understands what His Highness the Crown Prince is doing.
Therefore, on the road from Caizhou to Bianliang, there was such a group of people, about ten thousand people.
In the middle are the dead bodies carried by eight people each, and then there are the dejected and listless rebels. On the outside are the soldiers of the guard camp who are holding muskets and guarding them.