I heard that there was a report from the lower part that a Tartar ran down on the mountain to surrender. Gao Jie, who was eating and drinking with his subordinate Yang Qingquan, wiped his mouth, picked up his sword and went to take a look.

When I arrived at the place, I found that hundreds of Tartars were kneeling outside the camp begging for surrender. Half of them were ragged, yellow and hungry, and they were not as powerful as before, and they were almost the same as those refugees in the pass.

"Shishou, is it or not?"

Geng Zhongming, who arrived after hearing the news, privately believed that Gao Jie, the mountain-crossing kite, would probably cheat these surrendered Manchus, or use these Tartar leaders to report their merits to Beijing.

Unexpectedly, Gao Jie waved his hand and not only accepted these Manchu surrenders, but also wanted to give these people two nests each.

The wow in the army was transported from Tongzhou yesterday. This thing is made of glutinous rice flour, which looks like Lantern Festival. After steaming, it is made into a slump. It is not only delicious but also can satisfy your hunger and is also convenient to carry. It is said that the King of the Chuang of the State is so fond of this thing that he must match with meat every meal.

There is no meat in the army, and most of them are chopped pickles, but they taste delicious.

Geng Zhongming flattered: "Gao Shuai is kind and righteous, and he is these reborn parents of Manchuria."

"It's the above meaning, otherwise you think I'm full."

Gao Jie said angrily, saying that he had just received a military order from the Beijing camp yesterday, requiring that the Manchus who had put down their weapons and surrendered were not allowed to be massacred and transferred to Tongzhou, and may be resettled in the future.

With this military order, Gao Jie would not dare to do anything randomly even if he was bold.

However, after these Manchu surrendered men showed off their stomachs, Gao Jie made all the men concentrate.

Wu Guang and Lange led a group of subordinates who had handed over weapons and stood in the cold wind and were a little nervous.

Gao Jie stepped forward coldly, but ordered these Manchu soldiers to cut off their braids immediately.

"Cut the braid?"

The soldiers in the state were shocked.

"If you remove your braids and grow your hair, it will be my great success in the new dynasty. In the future, all habits such as Han people will be like those who do not want to behead you."

Gao Jie waved his hand, and immediately a personal soldier came up to the crowd and threw more than ten knives so that these Manchu soldiers could use to cut their braids.

After a brief silence, Lange was the first to pick up a knife from the ground and cut the braid behind his head. The rest of the people followed suit. After a while, most of the Manchu soldiers cut their braids, but dozens of people were still hesitating. Among them, there was Wu Guang who led the Manchus down the mountain with Lange.

Wu Guang felt sad. Braids are the inheritance of their tribes from generation to generation. Once they have cut this braid today, they will no longer be Manchus.

The other Manchu soldiers who were unwilling to cut their braids were roughly the same as this. In the past, when their ancestors were under the rule of the Ming Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty officials never asked them to cut their braids. Why did Dashun ask them to cut their braids today?

Under the dual influence of ancestor inheritance and national identity, these Manchus who have betrayed the Manchu tribe have developed a contradictory mentality one by one.

"Come here."

Gao Jie waved his hand and called Lange the first to cut his braids, "Leave these people to you. If one of them has braids on his head, your head will fall off."

Lange was startled, but did not dare to neglect. He quickly went to Wu Guang to persuade him that he could not lose his life because of these idiots.

"We have surrendered, why do we have to braid it? Without braiding, how can we explain to our ancestors?"

Wu Guang's mind was too till he could not make a turn, and he actually wanted Lange to plead with Shunjun for him and allow them to keep their braids.

As soon as he finished speaking, the braid behind his head was suddenly grabbed by someone. He opened his mouth and was about to shout, but suddenly he felt lighter in his head. He turned his head and found that his braid had fallen to the ground.

The one who cut off the black braid was Lange's Niulu's clerk, Hali.

"Do you cut it?"

Hali walked towards the compatriots who refused to cut their braids with murderous intent in his eyes.

"What do you want to do? Are you going to kill us!"

A Manchu man closest to Hali took a step forward angrily. Before he could say the second sentence, Hali fell down and chopped him to the ground with one knife.

"If you don't cut it, you will die!"

Lange also forced himself over with the rest of his sword-like men.

Wu Guangze sat on the ground, holding his braid in a daze.

"Pull him out!"

Lange's knife pointed at one person, and the man was immediately dragged out of the crowd by Hali and the others, and the others were so scared that they could not help but retreat.

"Ask you again, should you cut or not?"

The Manchu who was dragged out was scared and shouted almost begging for mercy: "You can't cut it. If you cut your braids, we are not Manchu anymore!"

Lange looked at the man with a blue face and waved his right hand: "Slash!"

Hali immediately raised the sword and chopped it down on his neck without waiting for the compatriot to beg for mercy or regret it.

"Puchi!"

As the blood splattered, a head rolled to the ground.

The crowd was in a commotion, but no one dared to scream, and no one dared to move around. One by one, Lange and the others cut their braids.

Gao Jie in the distance sneered: "Even if these Tartars have their braids, they will not regard themselves as Han people."

"If you are not a race, your heart will be different."

The scene just now made Geng Zhongming truly understand the true meaning of these eight words.

"Ship Gao, since these people are not the same as us, why bother to keep them? It's better to kill them all."

Yang Qingquan looked at the Manchu women and children who were imprisoned not far away. It was not a big deal for those women and children. After a long time, who would still remember that they were Manchus?

"Has the war been finished?"

Gao Jie snorted, "Store they can always give us some effort to unify the world of Dashun. No matter how bad it is, digging coal in Xishan is still a laborer."

The defection of the third party led two Niulu made the remaining Manchus on Phoenix Mountain even more hopeful, and thousands of people were dead on the mountain.

Duoduo asked Belleshanshan to organize a breakthrough, but was still stopped by Shunjun. This time they were the two Niulu who defected by Sui Wuguang and Lange.

Those Manchu traitors not only acted as lackeys of the Shun Army, but also kept calling out Manchu dialect at the foot of the mountain every day to lure the people on the mountain to surrender.

On the first day, only a dozen women who were so hungry that they could not bear it, took their children down the mountain.

The next day, there were more than one hundred.

On the third day, there were more than a thousand.

On the fourth day, Duoduo, who was seriously infected with the wound, could no longer stand upright, called his cousin Shang Shan over and ordered the other party to kill all the women and children on the mountain. They must not let them fall into the hands of Shunjun, including his son, daughter and his brother Dorgon's only daughter Dong'e.

Shang Shan was shocked. He subconsciously saw the Ling Gege who was digging weeds with his sister Dong'e outside the cave, and the little Doni who was following them.

"Uncle Yu Wang, if it really doesn't work, we will surrender too, right? Shunjun is not doing anything to us, and there is something to eat."
Chapter completed!