Dominate the Country

Shuntian Prefecture Prison.

When the sun turned from the east to the south, the innermost cells of the prison were once again engulfed by the endless darkness. The dirty mud walls exuded a faint stench. Fu Heng was like a coffin covered with thick dust, sitting quietly in a remote corner, sitting quietly.

Fu Zhongtang, who was powerful in the Qianlong Dynasty, has now become a prisoner waiting to die with his eyes closed. He was mentally prepared for this. When he decided to stay in Beijing and live and die with him, he knew that his life would not be long. Now he naturally hates Chen Ming, but he hates Feng Yinglian even more. Traitors always attract more hatred than enemies.

There are a total of four or five hundred people in this prison, most of whom are from the Manchu and Mongolian military flags, and only two or three percent are from the Han military flag.

They walked through Dongzhimen, and it was not even daylight, and they were sent to the cells early in the morning. To be honest, when they came to this place that made them feel disgusted at a glance in the past, most people breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

What's there to be afraid of in prison, as long as they are not beheaded immediately. Many people breathed a sigh of relief after entering the cell.

There are not many people like Fuheng who are so desperate and have long disregarded life and death in the prison. Although they immediately began to curse and shout that the prison in Shuntian Prefecture is not clean.

And the Han people, those new bannermen, looked at everything in the cell with disgust, and then they all wanted to kowtow to the jailer who was guarding the door and beg.

Wu Tai, Bao Lai, Hasituo..., none of these eight banner ministers who were left in Beijing by Yongcheng escaped, and were all caught by Feng Lian. The former two now have no trace of the greatness of last year when they righteously expounded the pros and cons and denounced Yongcheng's relocation of the capital to Shengjing Fengtian Prefecture as an "unfilial son" who abandoned his ancestral family business and disturbed the hearts of the army and the people. Hasituo, on the other hand, was still fierce, with fierce eyes. If anyone in the same room dared to show fear, he would either rush over and kick him, or point his finger at him and curse him.

"Hua La..." The sound of the prison door opening came, and then a group of footsteps approached. All the people in the prison were quiet, and a group of Fu Han soldiers entered. Liu Wu, the leader, glanced at everyone and smiled coldly, "It's really crowded. But it's okay, I'll let you relax now."

Liu Wu had a smile on his face, but what he said made most of the prisoners in the prison weak in the knees. Because everyone knew what that meant. Just now they thought they had saved their heads!

"Today is March 19th. Not many of you know what day it is today. I tell you, today is the 128th anniversary of the death of Emperor Liezong of the Ming Dynasty. My prince has said that he will use your blood to sacrifice to Emperor Liezong. No more, no less, 128 heads."

Liu Wu looked at the quiet prison cell and the frightened faces of the people inside, and his heart was filled with a sense of satisfaction. It was really great! These people will probably cry for their parents next, which will be even more satisfying.

"Among them, the Jianlu will want 26 heads. From the time when Yezhupi came up with the so-called "Seven Great Hates" to the death of Emperor Liezong, there were 26 years in between, and 26 of your heads were required." Chen Ming was originally prepared to kill all the traitors, but when Xiong Bingzhang said that the Ming Dynasty would not be destroyed without the disaster of the Tartars, he changed the subject.

Fu Heng stood up suddenly, and Hasituo was even more angry, "You dog slave, you actually insulted my ancestors..." At this moment, more than one Hasituo stood up. Although Nurhaci means wild boar skin in Manchu, even a fool knows that wild boar skin is derogatory and unpleasant.

"Hahaha..." Liu Wu laughed and pointed at those who were furious and scolded him, "Catch them, catch them all!" Twenty-six people are not enough.

"No, no, no. This is not necessary. Fu Heng, Fu Zhongtang, right? You don't have to die now, it's not time to die yet."

The first thing the Fu Han Army did when entering Beijing was to seal off the Forbidden City, protect the Hanlin Academy and the six ministries, and empty all the passbooks in the palace. In addition to these things that must be done, the primary priority is to pay tribute to Emperor Chongzhen, and then renovate the tombs of Chongzhen and other thirteen emperors of the Ming Dynasty. Some things that should be done are to directly demolish the Qing imperial tombs. Chen Ming was already very moral if he didn't dig up the underground palace of the Qing emperor immediately.

Fu Heng was so desperate that he glared at Liu Wu with his eyes spitting fire. If it weren't for the two Fu Han soldiers who had already captured Fu Heng, Fu Heng would have rushed up to fight Liu Wu to the death.

Hasituo was one of them. He cursed Liu Wu as soon as he opened his mouth. Liu Wu just looked at him contemptuously and said, "Knock all his teeth out of his mouth." Immediately, the butt of the gun made of quliu wood hit Hasituo's mouth heavily. A mouthful of blood spurted out, accompanied by broken teeth, and Hasituo's mouth swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Liu Wu didn't know the identities of some of the people here very well. He called in the prison manager, who was none other than Wang Jie. After escaping from Tanggu with Fuller, Wang Jie and Dong Gao watched a grand fireworks show called "Battle of Duji".

Then they ran all the way back to Beijing.

When Yongcheng abandoned the city and fled, the two of them did not leave. The two who were hiding chose to surrender when Feng Yinglian "rebelled" and then boarded the "Feng Lian" at the last moment. One of them was the top scholar and the other was the top of the second class. Feng Lian was very happy to accept them.

Although it felt great to have gathered talents, Feng Lian had no good place to arrange the two of them for the time being. Dong Gao was left in the army for logistics, and Wang Jie was used by him to sort out the identities and official titles of these prisoners. Waiting for personal materials, now with the transfer of Fu Heng and others, Wang Jie also came in.

"Who are the people here? How many are there with yellow belts and red belts? Besides those who have been escorted out, how many are left?" Liu Wu wanted to sneak out a few of these people to make up the number.

One hundred and twenty-eight heads, twenty-six of them were Manchus, and the remaining one hundred and two were 80% traitors and 20% Mongolian flags.

Of course, the blood of 128 people cannot be compared with the humiliation China has endured for 128 years. This is just a small repayment.

After Liu Wu took care of the twenty-six Manchu bannermen, he ignored the ferocious faces of most of the twenty-six people. Among the captured Manchu bannermen, seven out of the twenty-six were really decent ones. Probably seven or eight. He turned his attention to the Han military flag and the Mongolian military flag, "Those who betray their ancestors are worse than pigs and dogs, and are the most hateful and abominable. Of the remaining 102 people, eight are Han military flags and two are Mongolian military flags."

The total number of Han bannermen was only 120 or 30, and all of them were ashen-faced. This was a ratio of killing two out of three.

Death is the only way through the ages!

Throughout the ages, how many people have shamelessly knelt before the butcher's knife. For example, Hong Chengchou, for example, those noble ministers of the Ming Dynasty in Beijing 128 years ago, they knelt so smoothly in front of Li Chuang and the Manchu Qing Dynasty. Perhaps, to them, the Manchu Qing Dynasty was more like a sage king than Li Chuang, at least the latter could not openly torture the money of surrendered civil and military ministers. Compared with silver, hair and emperor are nothing.

In the same way, when the bloody butcher knife is right in front of these people, if they surrender, they can avoid death. Look at how many of the hundreds of people in the prison in front of you are kneeling on the ground as if they have no bones and no shame. lick?

It's a pity that what they encountered was the Fuhan Army, a Fuhan Army that refused to give in to hard and soft tactics. The Fuhan Army had already set a rule for the top management of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, which was to kill them.

Otherwise, why would you keep it? Are you still prepared to create some SBs who are proud of the surname "Aisin Gioro" like the ones he kept showing off on the TV network in his previous life in two hundred years?

"Qian Rong, Zhao Dingyi, Li Shuyu, Zhang Chun, Zhu Hai, Liu Shengjun, Xiang Cong, Qian Xixuan, Jin Daliang, Zhou Xuan, Xu Houchang, Wang Zuorong, Li Xinyuan..."

Liu Wu read out more than thirty names at an extremely fast speed. There were screams in the cell. The Fuhan Army soldiers on the left and right had already slipped out the twenty-six Manchu bannermen. Now these soldiers were again With the cooperation of Wang Jie, he rushed like a wolf into the cell where the Han army bannermen were imprisoned.

The prisoners inside were hiding in a panic like rats encountering natural enemies. As the Fuhan Army soldiers rushed in, they cried and screamed one by one and hid in the wall or corner. At this moment, no one was there. They would despise the mud walls of the prison for being dirty, and they all wished they were mud and could blend into the mud walls.

"The one on the left, yes, that's the one!"

As the detainees identified, the people whose names were called were brought out one by one. Some of these people were struggling in panic, some were ashen as a pile of mud, and some were howling at the top of their lungs like killed pigs, but what's the use!

This group of people were the most hostile to the Manchus among the prisoners of war, or they were originally veteran Han bannermen. For example, Li Shuyu was the cousin of Li Shiyao and the fifth-generation grandson of Li Yongfang, the first traitor of the Ming Dynasty's border general who surrendered to the Jin Dynasty. Such people are a waste of air if they remain in the world.

But after more than thirty people had gone, there were still more than forty vacancies to be filled among the remaining people, and the number of people under the Han army flag was less than a hundred. The original one-third of the survival had increased to half of the current number.

"There are still forty-five left." Liu Wu didn't want to argue with the bannermen in front of him. He pointed to the six rooms on the left and said, "Go and check how many people are inside."

"Sir, forty-three."

"Then bring up two more here." Liu Wu spoke in a very relaxed tone, and his behavior was even more relaxed. It seemed that the two sentences he said did not represent forty-five lives, but forty-five cents. .

With the sound of the cell door opening, forty-three people in six rooms were pulled out mercilessly. "If you are still holding on to the railing and won't let go, then don't let go. They will die soon anyway!" Liu Wu looked at the soldiers hitting these people with strong rifle butts, and rolled his eyes in boredom. Do you only know how to use rifle butts? What is the bayonet in your waist for?

"Let me go, let me go..."

In the first room on the right, there were also shouts of panic. An old man who seemed to be half a hundred years old and a frail young man in his twenties or thirties were kicked out by others. The Fuhan Army soldiers who entered were also happy and relaxed. With their big hands, they cut the hands of the old man and the young man on their backs, pressed them tightly, and quickly lifted them out of the cell.

Liu Wu didn't even look at it, and was about to take Wang Jie to pick up the bannermen, but he saw a flash of great anger on Wang Jie's face. "What's wrong?" Liu Wu asked Wang Jie directly.

Wang Jie's cheeks twitched, but his eyes were fixed, and he still said to Liu Wu: "Sir, that young man is Zhang Lin, Zhang Qi, the younger brother of the rat huddled in the northwest corner now, his biological brother."

Although Wang Jie knew that everyone in this prison would inevitably be beheaded, a beast like Zhang Qi should really be cut into pieces. Wang Jie just saw with his own eyes that Zhang Qi pushed his brother hard when Zhang Lin was trying to pull him away.

"Tch!" Liu Wu shook his head. This Wang Jie is really a scholar. Is this a tragedy? Is this a beast? There are many things in the world that are much crueler than this, especially in troubled times.

"Death early, rebirth early. How long do you think you can survive in prison? Can you really survive?"

"Bayinsang, Qinggeltai, Saihan, Bagan, Agudamu, Mandu Latu, Alsileng, Temur, Baolide, Harbala..."

Regarding the Mongolian bannermen, Liu Wu's behavior was more casual. He just took the list compiled by Wang Jie, read one name after another, and the twenty-two people were quickly dragged out of the cage. Seeing these Mongolian bannermen begging for mercy like mud, Liu Wu even lost the heart to speak.

"What a loss! If I fall into the hands of the Tatars and are killed and chopped into pieces without even saying half a word of begging for mercy, I will have no shame in my surname being Liu."

Liu Wu really looked down upon the pair of mud-like Tatar traitors in front of him. One hundred and twenty-eight people were put into thirty-two large cages in groups of four.

The car drove all the way to Jingshan. In the 12th year of Shunzhi in the Qing Dynasty, Meishan was renamed Jingshan. In order to attract cartilaginous worms from the early Ming Dynasty and create a good influence on public opinion, the locust tree where Chongzhen committed suicide was named Sui locust tree, locked with an iron chain, and stipulated that members of the Qing royal family must dismount their horses and walk when passing by this place. The original tree leaned to the south and died, and was later replanted. There is a stone tablet beside the tree, which is engraved with "the place where Sizong died for his country in Ming Dynasty". In order to attract people's hearts, the Manchus were also shameless.

At this time, inside and outside Jingshan, countless Fuhan troops had occupied key points and attacked. Dehai looked outside and looked around, but he didn't dare to sneak into the garden. He followed the prison car so far, not to save people, but purely out of curiosity. It would be an idiot if his traces were exposed because of curiosity.

"Why does it smell bad?"

Chen Ming did not change into the prince's robe, but was still in military uniform. If Emperor Chongzhen really has a spirit in heaven, he would be even more happy to see the commander-in-chief of an army march into Beijing as a Han soldier on the anniversary of his death to pay homage to him as a Han soldier. This king of the Han Dynasty lost his country. Instead of paying homage to him as the prince of a new Han Dynasty!

"A bunch of gutless rats, they were so scared that they peeed and pooped." Liu Wu's face was full of sarcasm.

"On the day Emperor Chongzhen died for his country, the noble civil and military officers who knelt on the ground to greet Li Chuang's army were frightened like this when they looked at Li Zicheng." Chen Ming looked at the monument at hand and the one in front of him. locust tree.

"Emperor Chongzhen was a diligent emperor. Historical records record that when he was in his twenties, his hair had turned white and his eyes had crow's feet. He wore clothes at night and ate at night, and worked hard at night. Historical records said that he "rose from the rooster's crow and could not sleep at night. , often becoming sick from overwork, and there is never any entertainment in the palace.”

"After seventeen years on the throne, I didn't have time to build an imperial mausoleum for myself. Instead, I built a concubine's bed for Concubine Tian. As a result, the concubine's bed became the final burial place for the emperor's body." It's very sad and deplorable. Sigh, but due to many internal and external reasons, as well as his own shortcomings, he was ultimately unable to recover, so that the land of China sank and the Han Dynasty was severed. Chen Ming always thought Emperor Chongzhen was pathetic, but never thought he was a good emperor.

In 17 years, he actually changed 17 ministers and 50 cabinet bachelors. It cannot but be said that his political skills and governance skills were very lacking. Chen Ming sympathized with him very much, and now that he was standing under this locust tree, he sympathized with him even more.

"You are destined to perish your country, but you don't have the skills to save it. The clan is overthrown, and you die with your own body. It is sad. It is a righteous act for the perdition of the country when you are in trouble but do not humiliate yourself." With the sound of drums and trumpets, the three animals paid tribute. , Chen Ming held incense and bowed.

Not far away, one hundred and twenty-eight people were arranged according to the three teams of Manchu, Mongolian and Han. Everyone had their mouths gagged to avoid making mistakes at this time.

Liu Wu's eyes swept across everyone's faces, and he felt an extremely happy feeling in his heart. "Behead one hundred and twenty-eight enemy heads as a warning to Emperor Sizonglie of the Ming Dynasty!"