Chapter Fifty-Third Bloody Battle of Great Harmony Six
In the Manchu class system, the lowest serfs were called "Aha", and the higher ones were called "Baoyi". The serfs were divided into upper three banners and lower five banners. Those who were qualified to call themselves slaves were actually
They are a minority, and the rest are like pigs and dogs. If you are a slave once, you will be a slave for generations, and your descendants will never be able to stand up.
Of course, the noble Manchus would not be reduced to slavery. These lowly slaves were captured from all over the world, including Mongols, uncivilized savages, and Han people.
The Manchu nobles believed that it was wasteful to use slaves only for farming, so they set up the "Aha Camp" in the Eight Banners Army, which was equivalent to the "Siyang Camp" and "Haier Army" of the Shun Army, which served as soldiers on the battlefield.
Used as cannon fodder to fill the formation.
The Aha camp in the Hedu army was placed next to a cesspool far away from the camp. This group of people went on the expedition for many days without receiving a grain of food. There was only one rule here, if you want to eat, you have to go to the opposite side to grab it.
As night fell, the two Gushan Ezhen led Niu Lu under their command to leave the camp one after another, and some "veterans" in the Aha camp were ready to make a move.
Deng San sat crowded among them with his eyes blank. He could not escape the fate of "cannon fodder" from beginning to end, and silently listened to the conversations of people in the same situation around him.
"My master said before I went out that if I can get some military exploits this time, I will carry the flag when I get back."
"This relationship is great. If you raise the flag, don't forget us."
"Raise the flag? Are you worthy of it? You, huh."
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Previously, they were too hungry to speak, but now that they are able to fight, everyone seems to be alive. You talk to me, discussing how the master will reward you after you return.
"A lot of people will die." Deng San muttered to himself. The person next to him didn't hear clearly and asked: "What?
"People will die, many people will die, all of them will die." Seeing Deng San, the man seemed to be stunned. He repeated it over and over again, turning away and ignoring it.
From time to time, people came to the camp and called their Aha. Those whose names were called were like going to the stage to receive awards, patting their butts and leaving in a swagger. The rest of the people all had envious expressions on their faces.
"Xingisi, come here and lead the horse for me, master."
Aha, a Han man who had just boasted in the crowd that he would be able to carry the flag after returning home, stood up immediately after hearing the sound, nodded and trotted toward the camp gate.
"Master Magub, Xingis is here! Come here, come here."
Magub was one of the top warriors in his family's list. He wore silver and white pearl armor, which showed his unusual status. He was one of the few Manchu masters who treated his slaves well. When he saw Xingis running up to him, he followed him.
He took out a piece of bread from his pocket, pinched a piece and gave it to Xingis.
"Eat it and push the shield cart harder later."
Xingisi wiped away the tears secretly shed from his eyes, took the cake and stuffed it into his mouth, patted his chest and said inarticulately: "Don't worry, sir! Xingisi swears to kill Gou Mingjun."
Magub squinted his eyes and grinned. Aha, who had scorned Xingis, saw him and was so jealous that he wanted to kill him. Why was his master so good?
The wrapped Aha who were taken away could push the shield cart to fight with their master later. The unattended ones were each given a bamboo basket, and they had to dig soil on the spot to fill the basket. Their task was simple.
, braved the attack of the Ming army and filled the moat with earth and rocks.
Deng San carried the heavy bamboo basket on his shoulders and followed most directions unsteadily. The deaths of Gou Wa and You Geer had a great impact on him. During the days when he was captured by the Qing army and used as a slave, he figured out
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There is no way to survive, this place is clearly the underworld.
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The news that Long Live Lord was personally stationed in the city quickly reached the ears of Sun Xuanhuai, Yang Boxian and others, who came to persuade Chongzhen to return. Even the refugees and gentry in the city were alerted and invited to meet together, hoping that Chongzhen would return to the rear.
"Let us speak according to our conscience. His Majesty asked us to provide money and food. If we leave, we will stay. If something goes wrong in this situation, who are we working so hard for?"
The speaker was the head of the Yan family in the city. When Sun Xuanhuai heard this, all those in his group who wanted to dissuade him were stopped by the guards and could not see the Holy Emperor.
"What you said is indeed reasonable. Aren't I here too? His Majesty refuses to see you. What can I do?" Sun Xuanhuai spread his hands, unable to do anything. In the end, he thought of one person. Perhaps he was the only one who could say a few words. Sun Xuanhuai looked aside.
Yang Boxian asked: "Does Commander Yang know where the prince is?"
"Ahem, I have never been out of the military camp. I have been waiting for the emperor's order."
"Then what should we do?" Just as everyone was gathering together anxiously, Song Xiance, who was planning the new regulations in the wounded soldier's camp, heard about it and rushed over.
Pinching his mustache, Song Xiance asked knowingly: "You are here to discuss important matters. Can you tell me about it?" Sun Xuanhuai glanced at Song Xiance, turned his head away and said nothing. Everyone regarded Sun as the leader.
Lord, naturally no one would talk to Song Xiance.
Song Xiance knew that Sun Xuanhuai looked down on him, but he didn't care, as long as the Long Live Lord could respect him, he smiled lightly on his face to resolve the embarrassment, and looked at Yang Boxian, who had a deeper relationship with him.
Yang Boxian looked left and right and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. After all, it was useless to do this. Anyway, he was Zhu Bajie looking in the mirror and not a human being. He and Song Xiance were considered colleagues at least, so he simply opened his mouth to tell Song Xiance what happened.
After hearing this, Song Xiance shook his head, smacked his lips, and was about to leave. Uncle Yang shouted first, "Well, Song Xiance, you've wasted my saliva. Why don't you give me some advice before you leave?"
"Mr. Song is soft-spoken. What advice can you give me? It's better to do your job honestly."
"Then have you met the prince? He will definitely be able to speak on this matter."
Song Xiance turned around, pointed at the high wall in the distance and said with a smile: "Do you think the prince doesn't know about this?" Sun Xuanhuai suddenly realized when he heard this, he brushed his sleeves and said goodbye. Since His Majesty has made up his mind, there is no need to say anything more.
Adding to the chaos.
Watching everyone disperse one after another, Uncle Yang first pulled the sleeve of one of them and asked, "No, what do you mean? Can't you explain it clearly before leaving?"
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Chongzhen stood on the edge of the wall and looked into the distance. First there was a "fire dragon" walking alone on the plain, and then it was divided into three, one in the middle, one heading north and one heading south.
"There's going to be a war, get down."
"Long live Lord insists on sacrificing his life for the country, and I don't have to dissuade you from doing so. However, Long live Lord cannot drive me away. If I die, my slave will be buried with him. This is destiny."
Chongzhen was a little helpless at Wang Chengen's stubborn temper and continued: "What's the use of staying here? It's your current job to be in charge of the Imperial Detective Division for me."
"Although my slave has no strength, I can still block one or two arrows for Lord Long Live, right?"