Zhou Zhen, the slave slave, stared and walked among the rows of captives who were kneeling and bowing their heads, holding a sharp knife. He grabbed the pigtails and cut them clean with a few knives. He even had to shave his scalp twice.
The Jurchens who had their pigtails cut off completely lost the courage to resist. Some shed tears, some felt sad, but no one dared to speak out.
Zhou Zhen's head was bare. He didn't feel ugly at this time, but he looked arrogant, as if he was afraid that others wouldn't see it.
All the coated slaves became masters, or second supervisors. Of course, Ye He, Hada, and Hula also enjoyed the same treatment.
For the Jianzhou Jurchens, they have fallen from the sky to the earth and no longer have the qualifications to command.
If they didn't want to die, they could only let themselves be manipulated honestly. This time, they finally tasted the taste of slaves and the pain of being kicked, beaten and scolded.
Most of the Dongjiang Army's cavalry had already moved forward, leaving less than 10,000 cavalry, escorting the prisoners back to Jianzhou.
Yes, these Jurchens will be placed in Jianzhou, but Jianzhou will no longer exist and will become part of the Liaodong territory.
The management of the Jurchens in Jianzhou is not something Liu Qishi and others need to consider. However, Guo Dajing also gave a general idea.
It's very simple. Use the former Baoyi slaves and the various Jurchen ministries to control the Jianzhou Jurchens. Wait for the Dongjiang Army to be free, and then take over.
For the Jianzhou Jurchens who have lost the ability to resist, there is no need to worry about them escaping. Without food or clothing, running to the bitter cold areas in the north is no different than seeking death.
"What the hell, you still don't accept it?" Zhou Zhen kicked over a resentful Jianlu and waved the steel knife in his hand, feeling unprecedentedly happy in his chest.
He slashed hard with the back of the knife and beat the fifty-year-old Jianlu man until he screamed and screamed.
Zhou Zhen gritted his teeth and cursed relentlessly, "It's not the time for you to show off your power. This is retribution. If you take a dog's life, it's a mercy from the Dongjiang Army."
Several more coated slaves came over upon hearing the sound with swords and guns, looking fierce. The Dongjiang Army gave them the power of life and death, and no one cared about Jianlu's life.
As Zhou Zhen scolded, if retribution is not good, it is better to fight sooner or later. I am afraid that the Jianzhou Jurchens never dreamed that their blood debt would have to be repaid so soon.
Several Jianzhou Jurchens rushed up to protect the old man and begged for mercy. Only then did Zhou Zhen and others put aside their murderous intentions and continued to cut off the pigtails while cursing.
In the distance, Liu Qishi was riding on a horse, looking condescendingly at a dozen or so Jurchens from various tribes, as well as several undercover slaves.
Although these Jurchens received preferential treatment, they were still terrified in their hearts. They bowed and stood in silence, listening to Liu Qishi's deep lectures.
"These Jianzhou Jurchens have to farm and fish, and there is no extra food for them in Dongjiang Town." Liu Qishi's expression was stern, and his cold words echoed in the ears of these people.
Even in winter when farming and harvesting are not possible, Dongjiang Town is not prepared to provide much food to the captive Jurchens in Jianzhou.
This was also their own fault. During the retreat, they destroyed all the cultivated fields. Since they were not left to Dongjiang Town, Dongjiang Town had no obligation to support them.
Maybe they would give them some potatoes or something, but they would have to figure out the rest by themselves. Whether it was fishing or hunting with wooden sticks, that was not what Dongjiang Town cared about.
An old man from the Yehe tribe said respectfully: "What the general said is absolutely true. Live if you have the ability, and die if you don't. No one will pity them."
"This is their retribution." A Liao man said bitterly: "They could rob them before, but now they have to ask God for food!"
Liu Qishi sneered and said: "You have meritorious service anyway. Take good care of these Jianzhou Jurchens. Dongjiang Town will take care of you. The army will leave tomorrow. You should seize the time to manage the Jianzhou Jurchen detachment well."
Everyone agreed respectfully, bowed and bowed before leaving.
These overseers have been issued with some weapons, and they will closely monitor and guard the prisoners, while the flying cavalry will not directly contact and face them, which also reduces their burden.
In order to save food and supplies, the troops will be divided again after setting off tomorrow, leaving only 5,000 men and horses to escort them slowly.
But there are tens of thousands of old, weak, women and children who not only have no weapons to resist, but also lack the strength and hope to resist.
"It's too late anyway, it can't even be considered anyway." Liu Qishi still had some feelings for Ye Hebu, but not much. He looked at the retreating figure and rolled his eyes.
Although he is from the Ye He tribe, over the years, he has completely integrated into the Liao people and into the Dongjiang Town group.
As for the Jurchen prisoners in Jianzhou, Liu Qishi didn't care at all. It was just that he was executing Guo Dajing's plan perfunctorily.
"Will Marshal Guo give these captives a way out? Or will he sacrifice the capital as prisoners in exchange for more money?"
Liu Qishi was not very clear about the future arrangements, so he came to the camp and sat down by the fire. He casually took the roasted horse meat from the soldiers and chewed it with big mouthfuls.
Guo Dajing had no intention of sacrificing prisoners, and those he wanted to sacrifice were not the old, weak, women and children, which would give people the suspicion of filling the prisoners.
These captives will be divided into dozens of villages and will be managed in a manor-like manner for farming and production. In other words, the captives will be serfs and this will not change for at least three to five years.
Within one or two years, even with a large number of immigrants, Dongjiang Town may not be able to digest the land in Liaodong. Like Jianzhou, it can only rely on captives to lay the material foundation first.
In other words, as long as the captives work hard, they will be able to eat enough and survival will not be a problem. However, Jianzhou may not be their long-term residence, and sooner or later it will be given to the Han people.
It was getting late, Liu Qishi and the soldiers were eating, drinking and talking, turning a deaf ear to the noise in the distance. No matter how Ye He and other Jurchen tribes and the original servants retaliated and treated harshly, it was none of their business.
"You guys, after I leave, be more careful along the way." Liu Qishi summoned several generals and told them, "Anyone who dares to cause trouble will be killed. We must not let any more casualties among our people."
"Don't worry, general." Chen Zhongyu threw a branch into the fire, and the flickering sparks reflected on his face. "Those fearful rebels don't even need the army to take action."
Another officer laughed and said: "If you dare to cause trouble, I will kill it and make you suffer. I don't believe it yet, and now you still dare to be dishonest."
Liu Qishi laughed loudly and said: "Guo Shuai must be in a hurry to hire people. I will go back first and occupy a good place for you. Jinzhou, Guangning, or Liaobei? But they all need flying cavalry to garrison."
Everyone laughed and expressed their opinions. Some said Jinzhou was better, some said Guangning was more important, and some even believed that Liaobei was the starting point for the next battle.