There are about two to three thousand Khitans and Jurchens living in Kaicheng. Most of them left the Khitans for various reasons and dispersed throughout Goryeo. They clashed with others and committed crimes and were arrested.
The Koreans were disgusted and wary of them, so they were imprisoned, stripped of their weapons, and placed in several hard labor camps outside the city. The strong ones went to dig copper and iron ores every day; the weak ones worked for the Koreans every day.
Nobles raise livestock.
Neither of these two jobs is easy. In the copper and iron mines, whether you are digging ore in the open air or helping to carry it near the furnace, it is exhausting. Once you take turns going down the well, the dark underground is deep.
Everywhere, people are killed at any time.
Raising livestock sounds easier, but the strict rules of the Goryeo nobles are ten times stricter than those of nomadic tribes. Herdsmen with a rough temper often get into trouble in that environment, and being whipped is commonplace.
In the morning of this day, the camp door was opened, and several cooks brought a few buckets of drinking water in. The water was not clean and the amount was small. Each person could only drink a spoonful to quench their thirst. Then a few more buckets of drinking water were brought into the camp.
There was a wooden barrel, which contained grains that looked like swill, and a few piles of pickles whose original color could not be seen. This kind of food was just enough to survive, and it was certainly impossible to eat enough.
The superiors had already given orders to the hard labor camps, saying that these people were ferocious beasts, and that only by making them thirsty and hungry would they be honest.
Food and drinking water had just been supplied, and before everyone in the camp could take a sip, the soldiers in charge began to urge them to start work with evil voices. Most of the Khitan people trapped here were already tired, and some of them got up listlessly and stood up slowly.
I went to the fence to look at the situation outside, my eyes were dull.
More people let the guards scold them and still lay there in a daze. Among these people, there were famous warriors under Yelvliu Ge in the past, hunters with outstanding skills in the white mountains and black waters, and experts who could ride a bareback horse for thousands of miles in a day.
Not a good one.
But now, their qualifications are worthless.
No matter they are brave and powerful, cunning and wise, or fierce and cruel, no matter what their background is, even if they once held high positions and treated prisoners on the battlefield like pigs and dogs, now they are just bereaved dogs with no hope in life.
Despicable slave labor.
Seeing that they were tired, the Korean guard immediately pushed open the fence and came in, kicking and beating him. One of the Khitan men, perhaps sick, was too groggy to get out of the way. The guard flew up and kicked him in the chin, and only heard a muffled sound.
There was a loud noise, and his teeth flew out from his mouth, and blood surged from his mouth and nose. The man was really strong. He was so seriously injured, but he didn't scream. He rolled on the ground twice before struggling to get up.
Seeing this, the dozens of Khitan men lying nearby all jumped up, and some bit their cheeks, showing a ruthless air.
The Korean guard didn't notice at all, but continued to shout and show his strength. Seeing that he turned towards the other side, a Khitan man staggered closer, intending to use all his strength to hit him hard.
Before he exerted any force, the Korean guard was very alert. He turned around suddenly, stared at the people in front of him suspiciously, and cursed: "What do you want to do? Are you looking for death?"
The Khitan people all looked confused.
The two sides couldn't understand each other. The Korean guard cursed a few more times, turned around and walked out. At this moment, a group of officials came quickly. The guard stepped forward to ask, but was pushed away unceremoniously by the officials.
The officials strode into the camp. No one said anything at first, and they opened several wooden boxes. The lids of the boxes were opened, and they were filled with copper coins.
Hundreds of eyes were focused instantly, and people slowly gathered around with greedy expressions on their faces.
The leader of the officials opened his mouth and spoke in Han Chinese dialect: "We are subordinates of the Privy Councilor, and we are recruiting people to prepare for the polo competition. We need people who can ride strong horses! We need people who can fight immediately! It is best to kill them.
Extraordinary! Those who are selected will be rewarded generously, and they can all be counted as the guards of the Privy Deputy Envoy!"
People's footsteps stopped.
Polo is a sport that has declined in the Central Plains. It is still popular only among the Jurchens and Bohai tribes in the northeastern hinterland. Although the Khitan people are not very familiar with it, they have never eaten pork or seen pigs running away.
Who thinks this is difficult?
It was obvious in front of him that he was a high-ranking official with the title of Privy Deputy. He wanted to be in the limelight at a certain polo competition, so he gave everyone a chance to escape from the hard labor camp. Even if there were not a few boxes of money to lure them, everyone present was moved.
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But the conditions mentioned by these Koreans were ridiculous. Suddenly some unruly people in the crowd sneered: "I'm afraid these Korean barbarians are not stupid. Among us, who can't ride a fierce horse to fight? Who has never killed someone? If not
We are in bad luck, and killing Koreans is like killing chickens!"
A man who looked like a leader stopped his restlessness and stepped forward: "Master, we have at least two hundred of the people you want here... but I don't know how many you want?"
The official narrowed his eyes and looked the leader up and down: "Two hundred? Don't brag!"
The man smiled bitterly: "My lord, what does fighting on horseback mean to us? Who hasn't gone through several years of bloody battles and traveled thousands of miles to get here... Anyone without any skills would have died on the road long ago! The people in this camp
, the official can pick any one he chooses, and any one of them can charge into battle, more than just a polo match!"
The official also wanted to point someone out to give it a try, but the companion next to him echoed: "The Deputy Privy Councilor said, you have to move fast. If you go slow, you may be robbed!"
The official slapped his forehead: "Yes, yes, thank you for reminding me!"
He raised his voice and shouted: "There's no need to think too much, I want two hundred people!"
The coolies all crowded around, shouting: "Me! Me! Don't mention giving me money, just give me a meal of wine and meat, and I will kill for you!"
When the hard labor camp was noisy, Chi Yunshen hurried over. Seeing this situation, he did not dare to enter. He only looked around from a distance. Seeing that the strong men in this camp were about to be swept away, he whipped his horse and said to the left and right:
"Listen! You can play a game of polo with two hundred people! It's so heartbreaking!"
When it comes to recruiting the Khitan people and Jurchens who went south for his own use, Chi Yunshen had already had this idea. However, the person who was most suspicious of Zhou both inside and outside the Goryeo kingdom was Cui Zhongxian himself.
Cui Zhongxian was used to holding power alone, so he would never allow foreigners to try to interfere in Goryeo's internal affairs and take away the power in his hands. Others would not care so much!
Before reaching that highest position, as long as any power can be used by me, there is no reason to refuse it? Who can really contact the Great Zhou behind them through those Khitan and Jurchen refugees, and then obtain the Great Zhou's promise... Letter
I don’t believe that this man could sell his ancestors to the Zhou people!
The problem is that everyone except Cui Zhongxian wanted to sell, but Zhou never expressed his position. No one knew what the Celestial Empire wanted, so they wanted to sell but couldn't find a way.
This time Yin Chang came across the sea, so many people were watching, and so many people were sending men to try to do something. Is it all to prevent him from intervening? Chi Yunshen himself secretly allocated a large amount of money and collected it over the years.
The dirty information of many officials in Goryeo was copied into a book. As long as Yin Chang showed enough strength, Chi Yunshen would immediately give him a meeting gift.
Chi Yunshen bets that Cui Junwen thinks the same way, and even Cui Yu... This guy has spread rumors that he will use Japanese pirates to intercept the sea, and he can't guarantee that he is trying to contact Yin Chang first!
To a certain extent, the stability of the situation in Goryeo was due to the arrival of Yin Chang. Before this king made his choice, no one was willing to take the risk of making futile efforts and breaking up in vain.
As a result, Yin Chang said that he was here to organize the polo competition.
Well, the wait was in vain! In the end, the Heavenly Kingdom had no idea at all. For the sake of Cui Zhongxian’s power after his death, everyone still had to roll up their sleeves, hold the sword, and fight in person until blood was everywhere!
Cui Yu is the fastest in recruiting people, while Cui Zhongxian seems to be reminding others, but in fact he is clearly encouraging everyone, urging them to quickly expand their strength and then join in the bloody struggle!
This old man is crazy, he is already a demon controlled by lust for power!