"Who among you is a Han Chinese?" Yuan Chonghuan yelled at the wounded soldiers all over the floor.
"I am, I am!" Feeling that there is hope of survival, the injured Han Jun raised his right hand to signal to Yuan Chonghuan.
Yuan Chonghuan pointed to the left: "Okay, you all go to the left."
The wounded Han troops moved to the left one after another. Some of the seriously wounded Han troops could no longer stand, so they had to follow their companions and crawl to the left, leaving a pool of blood in the open space behind them.
The wounded soldiers of Jiannu and Mongolia seemed to understand something. They shouted at the Han soldiers: "These Han dogs..."
A wounded Mongolian soldier, accumulating the last trace of strength in his life, staggered to his feet, and suddenly stabbed his machete at a crawling wounded Han soldier.
With a knife through his heart, he came out without a body, and a strong blood mist sprayed his face...
"Niang Xipi!" Li Xing was furious and cut off the Mongolian soldier's head with a knife.
After all the wounded soldiers of the Han army that could move were moved to the left, Yuan Chonghuan made a beheading gesture to Li Xing: "The rest of the wounded soldiers, all cut off the first level."
The soldiers of the First Brigade were accustomed to beheading. They skillfully formed a trio and began to harvest hundreds of soldiers on the ground, regardless of death or injury, regardless of race.
The wounded soldiers of the Han army were stunned. When beheading their opponents, the Hans were no less cruel than Jiannu and Mongolia, as long as they had the strength and opportunity to behead their opponents.
Yuan Chonghuan came to the wounded soldiers of the Han army with a calm face: "Since you have joined the army of building slaves, you are the enemy of Daming."
"General, we are all forced!"
"General, we still have parents, wives and children to raise."
"Spare us, general."
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All the wounded soldiers of the Han army who could get up all knelt in front of Yuan Chonghuan. Those wounded soldiers who couldn't stand up also rolled over and tried to stand up. The result was in vain. They had to lie at Yuan Chonghuan's feet.
Except for kowtow, they really can't think of a way to atone for their sins.
Yuan Chonghuan remained unmoved: "We have never been merciless to the aliens who violated the Han. Since you have taken refuge in the establishment of slavery and cruelly harmed the Han compatriots, you will die."
"General..." In addition to kowtowing, the wounded Han soldier was crying.
"Okay, this general will give you a chance to redeem your sins. Are you willing to do meritorious service for Daming?" The evil spirit on Yuan Chonghuan's face was piled as thick as the frost outside Guan.
"We--will!" Although I don’t know what this opportunity is and how difficult it is to realize it, the wounded Han soldiers still agreed in unison. Given the opportunity, it is better than being cut off by the Ming army. The means of establishing slaves had already frozen their hearts.
"The general asks you, how many defenders are there in Ningyuan City?"
"There is only one Mongolian cattle record, about a hundred Mongolian soldiers."
Seeing that they did not lie, Yuan Chonghuan lost part of the evil spirit on his face: "Do you know how to open the gate of Ningyuan?"
The wounded soldiers looked at each other.
"As long as you help this general open the city gate, this general will be able to avoid all your crimes, and from then on, you will become Ming's-citizens again."
"Open the gate?" a wounded soldier asked tentatively.
"As long as you can let the Mongolian soldiers in the city open the gates, the soldiers of this general will quickly seize the gates."
"No way, General, there are not many soldiers in Ningyuan City. Even if everyone can't name them, their faces must be familiar. Once the Mongols find strange faces, they will definitely not open the city gate." The wounded soldier Trembling, he didn't know whether his answer would anger the officer.
Yuan Chonghuan thought for a while, and felt that what he said was reasonable: "Then tell me, how can you open the gate of the city?"
The soldier thought for a while, "General, let's go back at night and ask the Mongolian soldiers for help. They can't see their faces in the night."
"What if Mongolian soldiers are not allowed to enter the city?"
"I need Bakshi's waist card. With Bakshi's waist card, the Mongolian soldiers don't believe it." The soldier said firmly.
Yuan Chonghuan nodded, turned around and said to the soldiers beside him: "Find out Bakshi's waist card!"
As soon as the Han army wounded saw the waist card, he was immediately happy: "That's it..."
Yuan Chonghuan felt that the soldier was very intelligent, so he asked, "What's your name?"
"Back to the general, the younger one is called Liu Kui." Liu Kui also knelt in front of Yuan Chonghuan.
"Get up and talk back," Yuan Chonghuan waved to Liu Kui, "Where is your family?"
Liu Kui stood up from the ground, blood was still bleeding on his shoulders and arms, "Back to the general, all the small family members are in Ningyuan."
The evil spirit on Yuan Chonghuan's face has all faded: "Liu Kui, if you can help this general open the gates of Ningyuan, this general can also recommend you to be the leader of the township party and live a peaceful and happy life from then on."
"Thank you General!" Liu Kui kowtowed this time from the heart.
The evil spirit on Yuan Chonghuan's face rose again: "From now on, we must serve the Han people and Daming well. If there is any strangeness, your family will bury you."
"Yes, General, I must be a good citizen when I'm young." Liu Kui's eyes grew longing, "Dare to ask the general..."
"Yuan Chonghuan, commander of the First Army of Ming Dynasty."
"But General Yuan, who once created Ningyuan's great victory..." Liu Kui's ancestors have lived in Ningyuan for several generations. He is an authentic Ningyuan person, and he is no stranger to the wars that took place in Ningyuan, but he did not expect to stand In front of him is the famous Yuan Chonghuan.
"It's this general."
"General Yuan, we Liaodong Han people are looking forward to your return!" Liu Kui lay on the ground, his nose and tears, "We Han people in Liaodong, bitter!"
"The imperial court has not forgotten the Han people in Liaodong. Daming's army has never left Liaodong." Yuan Chonghuan also felt sad, but he forced himself to remain calm: "But no matter how difficult life is, you should not take refuge in slavery and brutalize your Han compatriots. ."
Liu Kui has just seen Yuan Chonghuan’s treatment of building slaves, "General Yuan, the young man knew he was wrong, and the young man will definitely help the general acquire Ningyuan City."
Yuan Chonghuan selected seven lightly wounded soldiers from the wounded soldiers of the Han army. “As long as you can assist this general to open the gate of Ningyuan, this general will exonerate you collectively and tell the other Liaodong Han people to leave and build slaves as soon as possible. To Daming's embrace."
"General Yuan, then the crimes they committed before..." Liu Kui didn't know Yuan Chonghuan's attitude towards other Liaodong Han people. If Yuan Chonghuan could really pardon them, maybe he could promote it on his behalf.
"If we have not mutilated Han compatriots before, after verification, we will naturally not embarrass them and let them live a stable life. But those who have mutilated Han compatriots will of course be punished unless..." Yuan Chonghuan originally planned Those Han Chinese who treasoned to the country should be punished, but if they were not given a chance, they would never dare to return to Daming's embrace, so they had to continue to serve the establishment of slavery and continue to harm their compatriots.
"Unless what?" Liu Kui felt that it was necessary to clarify Yuan Chonghuan's words so as to promote it among the Han people in Liaodong.
Yuan Chonghuan remembered Sun Chengzong's words that the number of slaves was not large, and one died. He thought of a way to get the best of both worlds: "Unless they can get a head of slave building, regardless of age, as long as there is a pig's tail on the head."
"The little one understands, the little one must try to spread the word among the Han people in Liaodong." Liu Kui believed that killing a strong slave soldier would be difficult for the Han, but the Han should have some way to kill an old, weak, sick or disabled.
Yuan Chonghuan saw Liu Kui's wounds stained with blood, and turned to his soldiers and said, "Take them down to bandage and heal them!"
"Yes, army seat." The soldier agreed, "but what about the other wounded soldiers?"
Yuan Chonghuan looked at the rest of the wounded soldiers, they were a bit close to death, with only the breath out of them. "Take them down and tell the military doctor that if they can be cured, they can be cured. Let them live their lives! They haven't done anything for Daming."
This is, the harvest of the first level of building slaves has been completed, and Li Xinglai reported to Yuan Chonghuan: "Military seat, a total of 493 first levels."
"Are there any soldiers who built slaves running away?"
"No, all the slave-building soldiers who came here, including Mongolian soldiers, were wiped out, leaving only 25 Han soldiers here."
Yuan Chonghuan looked at the sea in the distance for a while, and then resolutely said: "Li Xing, take the first brigade, with Liu Kui and the others as guides, swindling to open the gates of Ningyuan overnight, and quickly attack and occupy Ningyuan. I will take the first brigade. The other soldiers of the army, with enough food and grass, will arrive later."
"Yes, Army Seat."
The battlefield has been cleaned up, and Jiannu's body has been searched again, and the amount of silver obtained is only more than 500 taels. However, there are more than 200 uninjured horses on the battlefield, all of which were brought back to Qiantun by Yuan Chonghuan.
After listening to Yuan Chonghuan’s narration in Shanhaiguan, Sun Chengzong couldn’t help feeling very emotional. He had been in Shanhaiguan for nearly a year, but he had not been able to kill so many Jiansu slaves, but only a few days after the First Army came to Shanhaiguan, the Jiansu in Ningyuan City was almost killed. Up.
More importantly, when the First Army was in the field, it also won a complete victory to build slaves. This was an ability that the Ming Army did not possess.
"My lord, Li Xing's first brigade has already gone to Ningyuan. They are a lone army, and their subordinates must respond later." Yuan Chonghuan cut first and then played. Li Xing has been out for a long time, but now he can't catch it back.
Sun Chengzong woke up from his meditation: "Chonghuan, are you really sure to hold Ningyuan?"
"My lord, in these three small-scale wars, our army has not suffered any casualties on the frontal battlefield. This shows that the flintlock gun is indeed better than Jiannu's bows and arrows. Ningyuan is also Jiancheng. We still have artillery. There is absolutely no problem with holding on to Ningyuan. "Yuan Chonghuan was also worried that the establishment of slaves would not come to Ningyuan. If the establishment of slaves came, he believed that with the current strength of the First Army, it would definitely be possible to create a great victory for Ningyuan.
"Well, I will give you three months of food and grass immediately, and rush to Ningyuan with the army, but Chonghuan must promise the old man, he must be careful to do it. Jiannu will never be willing to lose Ningyuan, Huang Taiji first ascends the position of sweat, if he loses his Lao Tzu The territories that are laid down will definitely be criticized by the high-level slave building, so he must earn this face."
"Yes, sir, your subordinates will definitely do it carefully. After taking back Ning Yuan, your subordinates will never go out of the city to attack the enemy less than in case."