"It doesn't matter, as long as they have their lives!" Chang Qingyun said, "If they have conscience, they will naturally go back; if they don't want to follow me anymore, they can just take the money and go find a way out."
Just as he was talking, he suddenly saw Chang Qing squeezing through the crowd. When he saw him, he couldn't help shouting: "Master!"
"Hush!" Chang Qingyun quickly stopped him, "We men are escaping and don't pay attention to this. We are worried that there will be a flaw!"
Chang Qing quickly shut up, looked around, and then whispered: "Chang Wei had a bad intention! He deliberately left me behind, took the money and ran away among the crowd!"
"Forget it, the husband and wife have to fly separately when a disaster strikes. Let him go." Chang Qingyun said with a bitter smile. In fact, his favorite among the three boys was Chang Wei. Unexpectedly, he was the one who fled with the money when the disaster came.
"Let's go quickly, as long as we run out, we will have a way to survive!" He said, and the three of them blended into the crowd and headed towards the river.
A wild goose feather sword was suddenly placed in front of them: "Hurry up and present the treasure!"
Seeing several men in uniforms surrounding him from the left and right, Chang Qingyun knew that he had nothing to say to these Qiu Ba at this moment, and he said with a smile on his face: "Several deputy masters and young men came out of the city in a hurry and didn't
I got a lot of money and hired a few side jobs to help me..."
Before he finished speaking, a soldier in front of him grabbed Chang Qingyun by the collar and said with a ferocious smile:
"You sour man, stop pretending. Judging from your appearance and your servants, you must be a rich man! You'd better pay for it honestly. It's more respectable for everyone. Otherwise, don't blame me for not recognizing this knife."
People." After saying that, he suddenly wiped Chang Shan's neck with a knife. Chang Qingyun felt a fishy heat on his face. Chang Shan was already lying on the ground, his legs and feet were twitching rhythmically, and the dark red blood pooled in a long line.
beach.
Chang Qingyun was immediately stunned. This Qiu Ba committed murder on the spot. He was extremely lawless. Now that he was penniless, if he offended these Qiu Ba, his life would be at stake. He said in a trembling voice: "A few...
Guys... please don't use force - the young one really doesn't have any money..."
I almost cried when I said this. I deeply regretted that I had "lost Meng Lang" by volunteering to do so. My original determination to die generously disappeared. In an instant, my mother, wife, concubines, and children at home... flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern.
maneuver.
Just when Chang Qingyun closed his eyes and waited for death, there suddenly came a crackling sound like a firecracker. This sound was very familiar to him. This was not a three-eyed blunderbuss or a bird blunderbuss, but an Australian fast gun!
As soon as the gunshot rang out, Chang Qingyun subconsciously crouched down. A man's voice rang out from the hill next to him, but the voice was loud enough for everyone to hear.
"The soldiers and civilians of the Ming Dynasty obey orders! The Fubo Army of the Song Dynasty has surrounded you. It is futile to continue to resist..."
"Grandma, follow me and rush out!" The soldier who had previously confronted Chang Qingyun waved his sword and shouted at the surrounding rebels to rush forward.
"Boom - puff" I saw a bloody hole suddenly exploded in the big man's chest, and he fell on his back next to Chang Shan's body in slow motion.
At this moment, everyone within a few hundred meters was stunned.
The voice continued, "... Your resistance is in vain. Throw all your weapons on the ground, squat down with your hands on your head! The Fubo Army of the Song Dynasty is kind and treats prisoners well..."
With a "bang", a knife was thrown to the ground, followed by the sound of weapons falling to the ground.
The resistance had completely collapsed, and no one wanted to try the Kun Thief's sharpshooter. Several hundred men, Ulala, squatted down in a large area. Chang Qingyun secretly raised his head and saw a dozen soldiers in blue short clothes coming down the hillside, each holding a hand.
They all carried quick guns with daggers mounted on them.
"Am I... being caught again?" Chang Qingyun was a little confused.
The next process was all "familiar". First, a dozen soldiers dispersed to both sides of the road. Everyone squatted down, but did not put down the guns in their hands. Chang Qingyun knew that this was a "warning".
There were two other Kun men standing on the high hill, commanding thirty or forty Kun soldiers, who gathered them together and started to form the team. There were estimated to be five or six hundred people captured with Chang Qingyun. There were seven or eight Kun soldiers.
Everyone formed a team, holding blunderbuss with daggers attached, lighting torches, and dividing the people on the ground into small circles. Despite the large number of refugees, there were dozens of soldiers
Not to mention resisting under the manipulation, not even a cough was heard
A Kun man on the high hill took out a loudspeaker and shouted over and over again in Cantonese and Mandarin: "All women and children stand up, all men continue to squat! If anyone acts rashly, don't blame the gun for not having eyes."
After shouting several times, the crowd that had been squatting on the ground began to commotion. First a few, and then most of the women stood up. The soldiers did not care whether men and women were intimate or not, and dragged up the women who were still lying on the ground. There were a few women who were still lying on the ground.
A man from a wealthy family wanted to protect his female relatives, but was pointed at by the dagger on his rifle, so he quickly squatted down again. All the women and children who were no more than waist high were lined up in groups of 10, with their right arms
They were tied up with ropes and pulled to the roadside one by one by the soldiers. The women suddenly started sobbing. The men squatting on the ground also began to cry.
"The rest of the people, all the common people stand up, and the soldiers continue to squat!" the official Kun shouted again. This time a large group stood up. Chang Qingyun thought, he is a scribe, and he is not a Ming army.
The uniforms also stood up. This time, Kunren's soldiers were obviously more careful. They stood outside the crowd, holding fast guns, and said, "Come out one by one!"
The men were also tied up in groups of 10 and pulled to the other side of the road. They begged for mercy one after another, and some of them looked like wealthy people. They obviously wanted to get closer, so they took out their money and name tags, "Boss, boss, my home is in Guangzhou.
He Kun, ah no, doing business with the Song Dynasty, the leader knows my family name..." The Kun soldiers all had serious faces, neither accepting money nor talking to each other. They did not take any goods or luggage, and asked everyone to do it themselves.
Take with you.
There were only about fifty Ming soldiers left, some were shirtless and some were wearing armor. Chang Qingyun took a rough look at their uniforms by the light of the torch, and found that there were four or five types of subordinates.
It seems that they don't want to risk staying in the city to "make a fortune".
The discarded swords, guns, and muskets fell all over the floor. The soldiers did not divide them into small groups, but strung them together and held them in a separate place.
"Everyone, please be patient. The Fubo Army will never bully good people and kill prisoners. Women and children will be released immediately when the war is over. Except for soldiers, other civilians will also be released after our review is completed." Halfway through the words, suddenly
A clear cannon shot came from the direction of Wuzhou City, and the crowd couldn't help but shrink their heads.
"Don't be afraid, everyone," the official said with a smile on his face, "This is a signal of victory for the Fubo Army. Wuzhou City will be back in the hands of the Song Senate early tomorrow morning, and everyone will be able to go home soon! As for the
Tonight, I can only ask everyone to feel aggrieved."
The tied people also whispered to each other, but no one dared to speak. If you can survive, you will be lucky, and you can't hope for anything else.
"Fortunately, I am standing in the ranks of ordinary people," Chang Qingyun thought to himself, "I wonder where soldiers will be dragged to do coolies." He was tied behind a porter, and the porter's greasy back pressed against his chest.
His chest felt uncomfortable and he had to close his eyes to rest and endure it.
Suddenly, the newly escorted soldiers suddenly started shouting.
"Deputy! There is an official here!"
Chang Qingyun was startled and opened his eyes to look, only to see these soldiers pointing at him - he roughly remembered these people and they seemed to be from Xiong Wencan's standard camp.
It’s over! Chang Qingyun just wanted to retract his head when he was surrounded by two Kun soldiers and slipped out, and was caught in front of the Kun officers.
These two kunguans are both fake kunguans. They speak in Qiongzhou-style Mandarin, "Are you from the Ming Dynasty?"
"No, no, those soldiers and bandits were farting, and that's when they wanted to rob me, and even killed one of my boys. They wanted to frame me. I hope the commander will notice..."
The soldiers started making noises:
"Deputy! Don't listen to his nonsense! He is Xiong Wencan's master!"
"We are always together with Xiong Wencan on weekdays, and Xiong Wencan obeys his words!"
…
Chang Qingyun's face turned pale and he just kept trying to distinguish.
"Oh, then you are..."
"Xiao is a businessman, a cloth merchant."
"Since I am a cloth merchant, how much does one foot of Songjiang cloth, one foot of watering cloth, and one foot of Lu brocade cost? I want three feet of Songjiang cloth, five feet of watering cloth, and six feet of Lu brocade. How much does it cost in total?" Kun Guan
Then ask.
"This..." Chang Qingyun never asked about firewood, rice, oil, and salt at home, so how could he know the price of cloth? However, Chang Qing was responsible for purchasing it at home, so he must have known it. "Deputy Master, I still have family here," he explained while explaining
He turned back to Chang Qing and said, "Deputy Master, look..."
This Chang Qing also had no city government. He saw the master being brought to Kun Ren from a distance, and turned back to look for him, thinking that he had made a connection. He waved his hands excitedly, "Master, master!"
He was brought to another official, "What kind of business does your master do?"
Seeing the cheerful look of Kun Ren who asked the question, Chang Qing immediately felt relieved and said, "My master is from Xiaolian family, how can he do business?"
Seeing his bald mouth, the two officials smiled at each other.
"Come here, take them both to the prisoner team! One at the front and one at the end."
Chang Qingyun repeatedly shouted "unjustly accused", but no one paid attention to him anymore. Chang Qingyun was taken to the prisoner team and tied together with several soldiers who reported him.
Following the order, the prisoner team was the first to move out. The escorting soldiers held torches to clear the way in front. The bayonets shone in the light of the fire. Chang Qingyun's heart shivered with coldness - he was no better than these big-headed soldiers, but he had a "criminal record"
If a person is recognized by the thief Kun, this "second entry into the palace" may end up killing him!
Thinking of this, his belly dropped straight. He couldn't help but look around, trying to see if there was any chance of escaping. Before the escorting soldiers could scold him, the soldiers who had "exposed" him were already scolding him in a low voice: