Liu Mingzhi punched the dragon case hard, frightening everyone in the hall.
Putting his hands on the corners of his eyes and rubbing them gently, Liu Mingzhi sighed. The situation he was most worried about finally happened. As far as the army on the left was concerned, more than 30,000 elite soldiers were buried in a foreign land because of their disobedience.
This result is really unacceptable to Liu Mingzhi.
But what if you don’t accept it?
Their deaths were not caused by Zhang Kuang, the left-wing marshal who led the army poorly, and he had no reason to blame Zhang Kuang and other major generals.
If they were to blame, they should also blame themselves, the current emperor who ordered them to conduct an expedition for the country.
After all, it was himself who ordered them to go on a thousand-mile expedition, which led them to sacrifice their lives because they were not acclimatized to the climate.
Hu Sanyuan looked straight at Liu Mingzhi's downcast face, clasped his hands into fists and said loudly: "Your Majesty, our brothers did not complain at all before they died.
Soldiers should be proud to die on the battlefield, why should they return their bodies wrapped in horse leather?
In order to serve the imperial court and to avenge the bloody vengeance of more than 3,000 people, we will risk our lives to serve our country. Why should we be afraid of burying our bones in a foreign land?
Although the forty-three thousand brothers sacrificed their lives for the country, their heroic spirits will live on forever, and their souls will protect our great dragon forever.
We lost 40,000 brothers, but we opened up thousands of miles of territory for the imperial court.
With this result, we will have no regrets even if we die."
Liu Mingzhi breathed out silently, raised his hand to signal Hu Sanyuan to get up and sit down, and then looked at Zhao Qing.
“Zhao Qing, please tell us about your right-wing army’s conquest of Tianzhu.”
“Reporting to Your Majesty, the situation of my army on the right to conquer the Hapu Dynasty of Tianzhu is similar to the situation of Paoze on the left to conquer the Kingdom of Dashi.
The difference is that in addition to the Hapu Dynasty of Tianzhu Kingdom, we also captured another Tianzhu Kingdom called the Polo Dynasty.
As for the issue of managing people's livelihood, the actions of my soldiers and horses on the right and Pao Ze on the left in Dashi Country are exactly the same, both of which focus on appeasing the local people.
Zhang Shuai and Nangong Shuai often send letters to discuss issues related to the management of local people's livelihood, so I will not go into details about the situation of the troops on the right in Tianzhu.
Regarding the casualties of our brothers, in the past year or so since the expedition, our right-hand army has lost a total of more than 38,000 brothers...
About 13,000 of the brothers died in the battle between the two armies, and the remaining 25,000 brothers also died of various diseases due to acclimatization.
The army doctors tried all kinds of methods, but still... still... alas...
Your Majesty, my brothers in the army on the right also did not complain at all before they died.
We go out to fight for our country, and even if we die, we will be honored.
I hope Your Majesty will not blame yourself!"
Liu Mingzhi pursed his lips and nodded heavily: "I don't blame myself, I don't blame myself. You are all good for sacrificing your life for the country, and all the soldiers who have traveled thousands of miles are also good.
The court, the people, and I are proud of you. Ministry of Husbandry."
“The old minister is here.”
“As for the pensions for the soldiers who died in the Western Expedition, you should draw up a regulation as soon as possible after the disbandment of the dynasty, so as not to wrong the families of the heroes.
Don’t let the heart of my great dragon son’s soul in heaven be chilled.”
“The old minister obeys the order. After the dynasty is dismissed, the old minister will immediately summon his colleagues to deal with the matter.”
“Take your seats first!”
“Thank you, Your Majesty.”
“The Ministry of War.”
“The old minister is here.”
“Your Ministry of War will coordinate with the Ministry of War to handle this matter as soon as possible.”
“Old minister understands.”
“Take a seat.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty.”
Liu Mingzhi retracted his gaze and glanced at the prisoners of the two countries outside the palace again. He picked up another piece of silk and slowly untied it. Looking at the thick pile of rice paper inside that recorded the confessions of the prisoners of the two countries, he picked it up and silently flipped through it.
Carefully reciting the confessions given by the chief culprits of the two countries on the rice paper, Liu Mingzhi's originally gloomy face gradually turned gloomy and blue.
More than 3,000 people, 60% of them were brutally tortured to death.
After these barbarians captured the merchants and common people, the cruelty they used when interrogating them can be described as outrageous.
All the civil and military officials in the palace had been silently paying attention to Liu Mingzhi's expression. Feeling the evil aura suddenly emanating from Liu Mingzhi's body, they all swallowed involuntarily and glanced at the hundreds of captives outside the palace, showing "sympathy."
gaze.
Officials who knew Liu Mingzhi well had already roughly guessed what would happen to the prisoners outside the palace.
In the many years since Liu Mingzhi proclaimed himself emperor, they have rarely seen Liu Mingzhi in such a thunderous and angry manner.
In the impression of the officials, the last time Liu Mingzhi got angry was more than a year ago, when Liu Mingzhi received the letter and learned that more than 3,000 people in the caravan were massacred.
When the emperor was angry, he laid down millions of corpses. This sentence is not just as simple as writing in a book, but it can only be stopped if the blood really flows into a river.
The silence in the palace could be heard. All the officials held their breath and silently stared at Liu Mingzhi who was reading the confession. No one dared to disturb him for fear of getting burned.
As time passed, for about half an hour, Liu Mingzhi suddenly slapped a stack of confessions in his hand on the dragon case, and looked at the prisoners of the two countries outside the hall with cold murderous intent in his eyes.
"King Wuyi, bring those executioners in for me."
ifies.
Song Qing stood up and walked out of the palace without hesitation. He stood in front of the palace door and waved to the imperial guards on duty on both sides.
"Your Majesty has an order to bring these executioners into the palace."
ifies.
Dozens of forbidden soldiers put their hands on the hilts of their knives at their waists, and surrounded the captives of the two countries who were already frightened like hungry tigers pouncing on food.
Hundreds of prisoners looked at the menacing Imperial Guard soldiers and suddenly became trembling like chaff, their eyes shrinking together in panic.
The general of the Forbidden Army glanced coldly at the hundreds of pale-faced prisoners in front of him: "Take them over."
“Spare your life.”
“Spare your life.”
“Spare your life.”
…”
Hundreds of captives began to beg for mercy while speaking broken Chinese, but the officers of the imperial army ignored them and forcibly dragged them toward the Qinzheng Palace.
Dozens of forbidden troops roughly dragged hundreds of prisoners into the palace and threw them directly on the ground. With the size of the Qinzheng Palace, more than a hundred people entered again without feeling crowded at all.
“Kneel down and pay homage to my Majesty, the Great Dragon Emperor.”
Hearing this, hundreds of prisoners raised their heads and looked at Young Master Liu, who was sitting on the dragon chair and staring at them with dark eyes. Looking at Liu Mingzhi's majestic appearance, the sound of falling to his knees could be heard repeatedly in the palace.
“Meet His Majesty the Dragon Emperor.”
Liu Mingzhi frowned slightly as he looked at the frightened captives under the Long Platform, and then at Zhao Qing and Hu Sanyuan.
“Who among these people is Bahori, the king of India? And who is Mohammed Mader, the king of food?”
The two men hurriedly stood up and walked towards the prisoners, scanning the crowd with cold eyes. In a moment, they picked up two of them, one on the left and the other on the right, and threw them aside alone.
“Your Majesty, the young man is Bahori, the King of India, and the old man is Mohammed Med, the King of Food. Along the way, ministers and others have arranged for people to teach them Chinese.
Although their Chinese is very shabby now, they can still understand the general meaning.
Your Majesty, please interrogate me."
Liu Mingzhi stared at Baholi and the two with cold eyes for a moment, and then scanned the other prisoners.
Gently rubbing his forehead with his fingers and remaining silent for a long time, Liu Mingzhi picked up the tea and took a careful sip.
“I have nothing to interrogate. I just want to see what these bold executioners look like. I have seen everything I should see now.