Zhui Xu

On the first day of August, the sound of a salute that sounded on the walls of Chengdu's east and west cities shook the earth and the sky. In the bright autumn sunshine, this huge and rhythmic sound covered the ancient city of Shudi from two directions.

The first military parade of the Huaxia Army was officially launched. The Fifth Army entered the city from the west and the Seventh Army from the northeast. The flags embroidered with their respective numbers stretched out. With the neat pace of the Huaxia army soldiers, they passed through the long street full of pedestrians beside the road.

The military parade is no more than a temple fair, there are no flying knives, no dragon and lion dances, but this year there was no large-scale event that all the people had, and many residents in Chengdu had occupied a place on the roadside early. The saffron was waving in the hands of the people, and the adults and the children all came to see what this powerful army that had crushed the immortal Jurchens looked like.

Half of the people joined in the fun, and half of them have sincerely supported this army. Jurchen raged for more than ten years, and Wu Chaotian turned upside down. Although Chengdu is located in the southwest and has not experienced war, but after more than ten years, it has just escaped The number of people is not a small number. On the other hand, although the Chinese army occupied Chengdu shortly afterwards, some measures were not very close to the people because of the approach of the war, but there are indeed many policies that really gather people's hearts.

"Did you see those women?" Hua Xiajun's team had entered the city. In a teahouse beside the northern avenue of the city, the middle-aged scholar who pointed to Jiangshan pointed to the crowd below to signal to his surrounding companions.

"After the Hua Xiajun occupied the southwest, one measure was to encourage women to do work ... In the past, there were also small workshops. Businessmen often went to the farmers’ homes to collect silk and cloth, and some women worked during the farming slack. Embroidery stickers make up for the family. However, the income of these businesses is difficult to say, just because of what things are, how much money they charge, most of them are at the mercy of merchants, and from time to time there are some things that women are oppressed ... "

"... Hua Xiajun, Mr. Ning, started his business. Ning's home where his wife was was originally a layman. After Hua Xiajun occupied Chengdu, he encouraged farmers to work in the workshop, listened to it uniformly, and received a lot of subsidies. When I was in Chengdu for more than a month, I asked privately that these women had everything before work ... A thing called training. The teacher taught them how to do things and unified the craftsmanship. In this way, the drawbacks of the merchants collecting and arranging good and bad are not avoided. . In addition, Mr. Ning has strictly protected the income of these women from being deducted, but some of them have killed some people firmly ... "

"As a result, men and women in these families can make money to support their families. Although it has only been more than a year, they can become rich. These women have benefited from it, and they have benefited from the work of the Huaxia Army. At this time, their voices are so loud, why? They are **** with the Huaxia Army. "

"Hua Xiajun's business is not just weaving a line, including their papermaking, book printing, glaze, brick making, perfume ... There are workshops in all walks of life. People who enter these workshops also stand with Huaxia Jun. One piece ... I will wait here today to see the army passing by, but in fact the roots of the Huaxia army are far more than these troops. "

"... I waited for what I said in the past, all the businessmen and businessmen in Naiyun are cheap. Now, if you look at it, is it cheap? You gave it to people, and the talents do things for you. In my opinion, the right to do business in the future Take it up and be deployed by the court. It is not only an important business such as salt and iron, but all kinds of business should be led by the court. You pay them, and they will be the same enemy with you. This time I leave Chengdu, I will take this Write everything you know ... "

The people downstairs shouted safflowers, and the scholars upstairs summed up the experience of this trip. At the corner of every street, the propaganda personnel arranged by the Huaxia Army are proclaiming the military achievements and achievements of the passing army aloud.

The newly built Victory Square on the northwest side of the Mahabochi in the city originally belonged to a derelict house with a school ground in the Yamen of Chengdu. At this time, it has been completely cleaned out and widened to open to the outside world. It will take some time for the 5th and 7th Army to return to division, but a large number of people have already gathered.

In the viewing hall on the south side of the square, the guests invited by Hua Xiajun had already gathered upstairs. This is a delegation representing all forces, willing to accept the goodwill of the Chinese military on the bright side, An Xifu from Jindi, Zuo Xiuquan representing the Zuo family, official representatives sent by Liu Guangshi, and long-term running Businessmen and intermediaries from all over the world exchanged and talked with each other. Most of them came with purpose, and their bodies were relatively soft, and their means were flexible. Even if they could not get anything from the Huaxia Army, they might do business with each other in the future. In fact, they also deal with Dai Mengwei, Wu Qimei, etc. Good people, but they usually don't directly break it.

At the observation platform on the east side of the square, what gathered at the moment is the famous places and Daru who came to Chengdu this time. Regardless of the culture and martial arts received this time, such as Lu Liutong as a martial arts magnate, his son Lu Xiaolun and others, and some relatively well-known, but did not deal with the trouble caused by the green forest hero on July 20, after screening A group came up, and the rest of the great scholars and young talents who had recently gained a reputation also received a batch of invitations.

Yang Tiehuai took the invitation upstairs, looked around, and saw some of the famous Confucian famous places in the past, such as Chen Shichun, Guan Shanhai, Lang Guoxing, etc., some of these great Confucians were originally inconsistent with his ideas. Those who quarreled were like Chen Shichun's mouth-and-mouth party; some of them had discussed "major events" with him in the previous days, but finally found that he did not do anything, such as Guan Shanhai, Lang Guoxing and others. At this time everyone saw him coming up, all showing a look of contempt.

There was no scolding him on the spot, maybe he was afraid that he would be more angry and shaking out more things, and no one came to beat him, and the literati did not talk. But Yang Tiehuai knew that he had been completely isolated by these people.

His eyes were cold and he put his chin on his chin to tidy up his clothes. He was extremely disdainful about these people's pretentious attitude. The reason why I did n’t do it is to see clearly that things ca n’t be done. It ’s just a matter of hardship. If the fool and the fool do n’t understand it, just pretend.

He looked up at the side of the square, and the evil people of Ning Motou had not yet appeared. But it doesn't matter ...

He clenched the invitation in his hand.

The decision has been made and there is no other way. Yang Tiehuai thought so. When those wicked people show up, he will do a feat that shocks everyone.

"Mr. Yang, please follow me. This is your seat."

The soldiers on the viewing platform led him to the back row of the platform and pointed him to the position.

Along the way, the crowd has a lot of discussion, talk to each other, or make serious arguments, or make loud statements. The old man sat there ... None of this had anything to do with him.

...

The salute at the head of the city stopped after 28 sounds, and then the team was guided by a heavy and rhythmic drum battle. The crowds on both sides of the road shouted that someone tried to throw flowers into the team.

The pace of the army is uniform, with almost identical rhythm and sound on the long street. Even the soldiers without arms have the same pace as the ordinary soldiers. Many teams have wheelchairs in front of them and lose their doubles. The leg meritorious warrior was sitting on the top of his head, and in his eyes, there was a faint flash of murderous energy.

Mao Yishan walked in the team, and occasionally saw the figure kowtowing on the side of the road. For more than ten years, too many people died in the hands of Jurchens.

The Fifth Army participated in a parade of 3,000 people, which stretched across a long street of several miles. In the latter part of the army, 146 Jurchen prisoners of war were imprisoned in 30 prisoners and were passing through the city streets. The person in charge of the preaching briefed them about their identity. Someone threw mud and other objects into it. Although they were stopped by the soldiers who maintained the order, many sludges, vegetable leaves, and rotten eggs were thrown in.

Thirty prisoners behind the Jurchen prisoners and four other prisoners followed. Among them were the fierce Han war criminals who appeared in the war, and some prisoners who killed and murdered in the southwest, two of them, At the beginning, it was still the most expensive in Chengdu.

In the accounts of the preachers on each street, many people also recognized their identity.

...

Wan Yanqing looked out on the railing of the prison car.

He was hit by a few pieces of mud and hit by a few rotten eggs, but as a prisoner, such humiliation was nothing.

Along the way, he was carefully listening to the words of the street preachers, how the Hua Xiajun introduced them and how they would deal with them. Wan Yanqing Jue hopes to hear some clues from the beginning.

Unfortunately, he was on the first prison car. Often the preacher opened his head and the prison car passed by, so he could only hear the beginning of the preacher every time.

Many times, it is not very clear. The crowd beside the road was intensely emotional, distorted, and full of verbal abuse. Due to the occasional flying debris, Wan Yanqing Jue could only glance sideways at those people with his eyes. He is not afraid of these people. These people are the weak among the Han people. If they open the car door and remove the shackles, these people do not know how many they can kill in the past. He has also seen these people kneeling and crying countless times. .

But the fox is fake ...

When the mud hit his head, he told himself in his heart.

I am afraid that these people have not experienced the scenery at the moment of their lives. Most of the past half of my life has been spent in the scenery-so thinking, my heart will be calmer.

boom!

The rotten egg exploded on his head, and he reached out and wiped it, full of smell, but the look on his face did not change much.

"... Han Xin still tolerates the humiliation of the crotch." His teacher's words once said to him, "Most of the people who can become adults are also suffering from suffering ..."

This is ... my suffering ... as long as I have eaten ...

As long as I have eaten ...

*

Accompanied by human voices, the drums of war spread in the city of Chengdu.

Ning Xi trot all the way through the vigil on the periphery of Victory Square, through the Drum Tower to the west, to the three-story building to the north.

Entering the small auditorium inside, Ning Yi, Qin Shaoqian, Chen Fan and others were still discussing the matter while drinking tea. After Ning Xi came in, he roughly reported a new round of alertness in the city.

"... I ran again from start to finish. I wanted to make troubles. I caught a total of three batches. There are no major problems at the moment. The areas where the military parade passed are not seriously blocked on the road. Afterwards, a few key openings were unsealed. Anyway, I went through it once, and the person in charge of each district signed a word and marked it ... "

Ning Xi walked through the city completely again in the morning. At this time, he was tired and also had sweat beads on his forehead. Ning Yi nodded: "Well, the military parade is a cut-off, follow the steps, and then there will be no big deal, you pour a glass of water to clean up, and you will go out to meet people later ... In addition, I have my own thoughts about the militia ... "

He dismissed Ning Xi at will and discussed with Qin Shaoqian about government affairs. Ning Xi pouted, and turned around to clean up her image.

...

At three moments, the roaring drum war seemed to approach the square here.

At the viewing platform, several members of the Huaxia Army who had arranged for reception and interpretation began to persuade a kind of old man, great Confucianist to sit down and be quiet. Yang Tiehuai looked forward, and to the north, Ning Yi and others seemed to have come out.

He stood up, preparing to walk towards the edge of the front viewing platform.

Two Chinese soldiers came over and reached out to stop him.

"Mr. Yang, time is coming. Please sit down and watch the ceremony."

"I will take a look."

"Please sit down and watch the ceremony, isn't it good to block others?"

"Isn't it yet ..."

"I am sorry."

The two Chinese soldiers smiled and reached out to stop him. They were strong and strong, and the old man could not get through. Although they were wearing military uniforms, the smile did not look like a real front-line soldier. And the apology was too casual.

The old man thought about it and sat back.

Shortly afterwards, the first batch of two soldiers entered the square from different directions, almost simultaneously.

The old man stood up again, he took a few steps, and the two soldiers came again.

"Me, I'm in a cottage."

"Please, I will take you to the toilet below ..."

The soldier took him down.

...

Yu Hezhong sat in the front row of the viewing seat, watching the soldiers line up neatly into the square.

Although he and Yan Daolun took over the task of Liu Guangshi, but since they did not join the envoys on the Ming Dynasty, their location was arranged on the same east viewing platform as the great Confucianism.

At this moment he did not notice the movement of the old man named Yang Tiehuai behind the viewing platform. He didn't know much about war and the army. Seeing that the army came in neatly, he felt a little fancy in his heart. He could only vaguely feel that this army was slightly different from other army.

The insider looks at the doorway, the layman can only watch the excitement. There are mostly scholars here, and some of the people heard: "It seems that the spirit is a little different, but the training time is wasted on this step ... Go How useful it is to be on the battlefield so neatly, I see, to be picky ... "

"After playing for so many years, Black Flag finally took out some of the capital and put it on display. Today, so many people are watching on the stage, and it is understandable that they have walked neatly. Just don't know how long the temporary training ..."

"The wounded in front of the queue is very interesting. There are so many hands and feet that can survive on the battlefield, which shows that the Chinese military doctors are quite good. Brothers and I have seen many places of the Chinese military recently. They have suffered from traumatic injuries. Quite a success ... "

"Brother Xu glanced and knew the whole leopard.

In the voice of everyone, Yu Hezhong couldn't help but want to nod and respond. Immediately, someone said, "The Chinese military is disciplined. You feel that it is completely useless. They can practice to such a degree that it is forbidden in the army. Once on the battlefield, the army orders to advance, and the general will know his side. No one will retreat, so wait so frivolous, maybe to say that outside the southwest, which army can achieve this level? "

The voice made him wake up in the heart, but then he was drowned in the conversation of the people. The people only did not hear and did not answer.

Lu Xiaolun was sitting on the stool at the back of the side. Fortunately, the people did not really open the back door for him to let him enter the Black Flag Army as an instructor-it was OK to do other things. When he was an instructor, he would be beaten in a short time. Lethal-In this way, my father and Pa Dao really have some true friendship. They almost misunderstood them at first.

...

After finishing the toilet, Yang Tiehuai came up from the bottom and returned to the rear seat under the **** of the Chinese soldiers.

He watched the soldiers gather in the square, and there seemed to be many people shouting in the city. As time passed, two Huaxia soldiers looked at him with a smile.

People are talking and talking, and occasionally someone looks back, and they seem to laugh at him with a smile. In his past status as a river and lake, he was sitting in the front row every time, only this time was arranged in the rear ...

He looked north, looking at the evil people like Ning Detou, Qin Shaoqian, etc. It was they who trampled on the rule of the Wu dynasty, and they used all means to separate the people of the Wu dynasty. Die on the face of Ning Motou, but how easy are these wicked people to deal with? They have been preparing for a long time, staring at themselves. It is ridiculous that everyone on the so-called viewing platform, no one realizes this.

You look at the two Chinese soldiers, they are Ning Yi arranged to deal with me.

No one saw it.

Yang Tiehuai sat there in a daze for a long time.

Finally, he took a deep breath and stood up for the third time. He sorted out his clothes and walked out of the audience.

The soldier came over again: "Where is Mr. Yang ..."

"I'm going down, something is wrong, don't look at it." Yang Tiehuai stared at him coldly, "Can it?"

"Oh, of course, I will send you down."

The soldiers sent him out of the viewing platform and then out of the inner periphery of Victory Square.

At this time, more than 4,000 soldiers represented by the two armies had assembled on the square, and the vehicles holding the captives had arrived. A batch of captives was coming down from the vehicles and arranged on the open space beside the square. The streets around the square are almost crowded.

The sun hung in the sky, Yang Tiehuai took a deep breath, the sky was short, and the colors in the city of Chengdu were colorful, but at this moment, for him, everything is gray.

The nearby Ding and students had seen him and came to this place from a distance. The old man lifted his robe and hurried towards the tallest tea shop nearby except Victory Square.

The tea house is three stories high, and when it is counted as a roof, it has four stories. The old man paid the money downstairs, accepted the inspection, and then went all the way up.

The crowd in the teahouse was watching the movements not far away, and no one saw him at the moment.

The flags of the 5th and 7th Army of Huaxia formally met on Victory Square. After a simple ceremony, they were raised in the sky together with the black star star flag representing the whole of the Huaxia Army. There were dozens of other groups around them. The number's military flags were lined up.

Wan Yanqing was dragged off the carriage, led by the soldiers, and stood on the open space on the southeast side of the square. They could only watch the rise of the flag there from afar, and proceed with the steps of the division. Of course, he understood in his heart, nothing more. It's all cutscenes, all acting.

A lot of people gathered on the nearby streets. They were isolated by the Hua Xia Army only nearby. Someone threw mud there, but at this moment, the Jurchen prisoners could not be thrown. Someone was kneeling on the street and crying and yelling, perhaps because he killed his loved one here. There were also a few people who wanted to rush over, but Hua Xiajun stopped it.

In fact, Wan Yanjue doesn't care about being humiliated, but Hua Xiajun is always so strange, there is no way.

On the street not far away, the preacher was repeating the movements in the square out loud. Wan Yanjue didn't care, he just listened to things about himself.

Somehow, he finally heard ...

...

The old man walked through the third floor of the tea house and climbed up the roof along the small unattended side stairs.

Upstairs is a blue tile. It hasn't been raining recently, so it still looks dry, but for an old man of his age, it still seems too terrible.

He stood there for a moment.

From here, you can see the square open space where the captives are standing not far away, and you can also see a corner of the military parade farther away. Ning Mo first-class wicked people must be happy to say something over there.

You will have retribution!

He thought to himself.

In the crowd not far away, his family, students and others seem to be coming here.

He remembered many things.

I remembered the suicide note written in the room of Xiangwu Hall.

I remembered some of my instructions in the suicide note about how to use my death news.

When I remembered my death, everyone began to regret it, and felt that I misunderstood the scene of remorse when a great Confucian was.

He wanted to step out ...

However, it is too steep.

The old man looked back at the ladder at the back.

I don't know why, he actually walked these steps on the roof.

It's too steep there.

Not far from the street, the preacher seemed to say something, and suddenly the voice spread.

The hatred in the old man's heart surged, and his teeth were intertwined with "too steep".

Above the tea shop, people whispered.

"What did you say? What did you say ..."

The sounds of “Wow—” and “Ah—” sounded, and a black shadow with a tile suddenly ran across the eyes, and then the sound of thumping and clattering sounded below.

The man upstairs poked his head, only to find that someone stumbled from the roof and smashed a noodle cart downstairs. A wooden stick supporting the canopy of the cart passed through the person's body. The corpses on the ground were twisted and blood was red.

Upstairs and downstairs, a lot of people were silent for a moment, some people turned their heads to look at the roof and the ground ... Then, screams began to spread.

...

I don't know when, Wan Yanqing Jue heard the voice of the speaker-that is the part he has been paying attention to.

But after a moment of knotting in his mind, when the sound outside suddenly rose, he still didn't quite understand the meaning of the words.

"... After the battle of the Southwest, our army made the following treatments after strict screening and evidence collection for the Jurchen prisoners arrested this time ..."

"... For these war criminals who owed their **** debts during the long war of aggression, the People's Court of China has listed 146 of them, who will be sentenced in public today and their verdicts will be given immediately. carried out!"

"... The first of these criminals, Wan Yanqing Jue--"

There was a buzz in Wan Yanqing's mind.

He still doesn't know what Hua Xia Jun will do to him, but some clues have come to mind.

"Poor and extremely evil."

……I?

He was puzzled in his head, and looked at the other people around him. These talents are extremely fierce. He kept his decent status as a scholar throughout the war. He even got caught up twice and was arrested twice. Why? Could it be a fierce man?

He remembered the last time he saw Ning Yi.

Ning Yi is a person of great interest, not a killer ...

Now that Ning Yi is in the square, he just wanted to go in for a while.

Ning Yi should remember him right.

That rabbit surname Zuo, as well as some others, should have submitted their letters to Ning Yi.

Didn't he see ...

The verdict made by the lecturer was quite long. After a brief introduction to his origins, he began to tell what he had done in Lin'an.

"... Assisted Yan Xiyin to open the Lin'an city gate, which directly led to the subsequent massacre of Lin'an ... Zhisheng spirit was charcoaled—"

Wan Yanjue remembered the sound of dysprosium that day in the wind ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ the fight in Lin'an City. Many people wanted to prevent the Jurchen messengers from entering the city. They killed the fake messengers, but Wan Yanjue then came out, and the corpses and bright red on the floor were like the red carpet in front of him.

That was the greatest victory of his life. He went to the palace of Lin'an. The Han people everywhere, the entire Wu dynasty, and the mountains were surrendering to him, followed by countless intoxicating crying and **** ...

"... After deliberation by the Huaxia People's Court, the sentence was sentenced to death. Immediate execution—"

The voices around were boiling.

Wan Yanqing is standing there, he wants to say something, wants to do something, wants to escape, wants to rush into the square, he wants to yell, he wants to struggle hard ... he knows that the shackles under his feet are not He completely restricted his movements. There were more than one hundred "bad and fierce" original Jurchen generals. Although they were all surrounded by Chinese soldiers, he was not unable to resist ... He wanted to resist, he wanted to start agitating ...

He stood, glaring eyes.

Can't move ...

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