In Hongwu, we started as rebels

Chapter 709 How could the Ming people be so wicked?
The Jurchen vanguard camp was easily breached.
Of the more than 10,000 soldiers who remained behind, less than 1,000 survived.
The Jianzhou Jurchen leader Baturuhan, who orchestrated the incident, was also captured, catching everyone off guard.

It wasn't until the camp's main flag was taken down that the generals and soldiers of the Lingshanpo camp realized what had happened.

Is this a win?

Huang Yingzhi stared at this scene in disbelief, her expression shifting repeatedly.

A series of centaurs flashed through my mind.

They quickly came up with the person most likely to accomplish this.

But before he could give the order to make contact with the outside world,
The overwhelming pain completely overwhelmed him.

Darkness enveloped his consciousness once more.
And only before darkness descended could one hear cries of "My lord!"

At the Jurchen vanguard camp, Baturuhan received proper medical treatment.

At this moment, he was being guarded by ten soldiers in the central command tent.

He sat at the head of the table, feeling the pain in his shoulder, his lips twitching slightly.

He finally realized what was happening and looked at the soldiers in their khaki armor with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes.

Judging from both the style of their armor and the sharpness of their long swords,
It doesn't look like the weaponry of the nomadic people at all; it seems to belong to the Ming Dynasty.

"Are you from the Uriyangkhai?"

After hesitating for a long time, Baturuhan asked in a deep voice.

No one answered. The dozen or so soldiers didn't even move; they just stared at him indifferently.
"Are you from the Ming Dynasty?"

Baturuhan asked again tentatively, but still no one answered.

An uneasy feeling permeated the large tent.

Baturuhan's high spirits vanished, leaving only disappointment.

The three departments' first collaboration, which initially presented a promising situation, instantly plunged them into despair.

He is not willing!

He slammed his clenched fist against the back of the chair.

Just a day ago, the central command tent was filled with the leaders and guards of various units.
Now, he was the only Jurchen left in the main tent; the rest had all died or been wounded.

The intense, agonizing pain made Baturuhan's breathing rapid; a wave of agony washed over him.
At this moment, the military doctor noticed his abnormality, quickly stepped forward, and spoke rapidly:
Take a deep breath and exhale slowly.

"Straighten your back, let go of any pent-up emotions, exhale."

After a moment of reassurance, Baturuhan took long, deep breaths and gradually calmed down.

He glanced sideways at the army doctor, his eyes gleaming:
"You are Ming soldiers!"

The military doctor did not answer, but silently sat back down and continued to pick up the medical books on the table.

The house returned to quiet.

The atmosphere inside the military tent was somber, but outside it was filled with laughter and cheerful chatter.
The soldiers scattered throughout the various camps, ransacking everything!

Whenever treasure is discovered,
It will then emit a cry like that of a monkey, which is extremely strange.

Then he happily tucked the treasure into his arms!
A Jurchen prisoner kneels in a corner of the camp.

Seeing this scene, I felt no anger, only bewilderment!
They witnessed a military clerk carrying a roster quickly approaching them.
The several hundred-man teams that had been waiting there were assigned campsites.
After confirming the situation, the hundred-man team scattered.

They swarmed into the camps like locusts, followed by inhuman cries.

"What are they doing?"

Some people raised questions, but no one could answer them.

The scene before them looked exactly like a distribution of loot.
But they were somewhat incredulous; wasn't looting usually a chaotic, all-out attack?
Why are these grassland people so well-behaved?

Some people, on high alert, said in a serious tone:

"I've long heard that the Northern Yuan royal court has strict military discipline, and now I've truly witnessed it?"

"The royal court? These are the royal court's troops?"

Many people looked wary; they still clearly remembered,

When Naha was around, he bullied them quite a bit.

"Of course it is, otherwise how could he have such ability?"

"Yes, you're right."

Seeing that this view quickly gained consensus, many people nodded in agreement.
The soldiers guarding the side looked extremely strange.

Soon, more than a hundred tents were looted.

The military clerk, who had appeared out of nowhere, produced a large box and began shouting at the now neatly lined-up ranks:
"30% will be put in the box, and you can divide the remaining 70% among yourselves!"

"You must tell the outside world that 70% is being handed over, do you hear me!"

"I know. Don't worry."

A line of soldiers lined up to put the looted treasure into a box.
A soldier stood in front of the box, looking hesitantly at the piece of gold and jewelry in his hand.

I don't know which one to throw in.
The clerk glanced at it and urged:
"Throwing away jewelry? Do you even know how much that stuff costs?"
Holding gold in your hand provides peace of mind; but if the jewelry isn't worth much, you'll regret it for the rest of your life.

The young soldier thought it made a lot of sense, so he threw the jingling jewelry in.

For no other reason than to have peace of mind.

An older soldier behind him laughed:
"Listen to the clerk, he's right. Jewelry can't compare to gold and silver, which can be spent directly."

"Yeah"

Many veterans nodded knowingly.

Logically, jewelry should be more valuable than gold and silver, but there's always a chance that some pieces won't be valuable.
If they manage to grab something worthless, they'll suffer a huge loss, so the soldiers always try to be cautious.

At this moment, someone asked:
“Shuwen, aren’t you trying to hide it from people? Those Jurchens are watching.”

The document was written with lightning speed, the brush never stopping, but the eyes kept looking over.

"No need, the adults mean to kill them all when they leave."

"hold head high"

The group suddenly realized what was happening and nodded repeatedly, showing no surprise.

On the east side of the camp, Lu Yunyi stood in front of several camps that had been joined together, his expression strange.
He looked at the clerk, Yao Tongchen, and asked:
"Are these all military equipment?"

Yao Tongchen's expression was serious as he looked at the large boxes peeking through the gaps in the camp:
"Reporting to you, sir, there are a total of three hundred boxes of military equipment, but we haven't had time to count the exact number yet."

"Arsenal from Liaodong?"

Lu Yunyi frowned deeply; he had seen too many cases of keeping the good stuff within the family.

But this was the first time he had ever seen someone send their belongings out of the house.

"Reporting to your Excellency, preliminary investigations indicate that 60% of the weapons are manufactured independently in Liaodong."

It uses refined iron from the Yingchengzi iron ore mine, and there are corresponding technological processes involved.

As for the remaining 40%, it should have been allocated by the imperial court.

We have weapons from Huguang, Henan, and Beiping.

Yao Tongchen looked at the documents; this was the first time he had ever seen anything like it.
It is utterly absurd to confiscate one's own weapons in the enemy's camp.

Lu Yunyi put his hands on his hips, then scratched his head:

"What about the rear? Have you found any military equipment?"

"My lord, we have breached part of the central army, but we are still searching for the section between the central army and the vanguard."

Lu Yunyi nodded.
"Load it onto the trucks and take it all back!"

"Yes!"

"Where are the supplies?"

Lu Yunyi asked again, and Yao Tongchen pointed to the south:

"Sir, the camps are all near the south gate, and they number in large numbers."
The provisions found in the vanguard camp alone were enough to supply the entire Jurchen army for ten days.

"so much?"

Lu Yunyi was startled; the vanguard alone had so much food and fodder.
How many rear guards are there responsible for logistics and all other matters?

Before long, Yao Tongchen led Lu Yunyi and his group to the camp near the South Gate.
Upon seeing this grain and fodder, even he, with his extensive experience, was somewhat stunned.

More than a hundred camps were densely packed together, and the curtain had been drawn back.

The neatly arranged and orderly stacks of grain sacks were visible.
But a musty smell of rice wafted over me.

Lu Yunyi walked closer and grabbed a handful; he could feel the dampness on the sack.

Looking down at the ground, I saw the burlap sacks piled up on the frozen soil, looking fresh and clean.

"Damn it, what a waste! They're just squandering all this good stuff."

Yao Tongchen also looked regretful.

Lu Yunyi gave the instructions:

“Pick out the good ones, take what we need, and leave the rest for Liaodong.”

"My lord, why don't we take them all? With the help of the grassland people, we have enough manpower. Or we can use those Jurchen people to transport them."

Yao Tongchen offered words of advice, stating that as a clerk,
The allure of food is simply irresistible.

Some of the clerks who were counting the grain also pulled their heads out of the sacks, their faces showing anticipation.

Lu Yunyi smiled and waved his hand:

"The weapons and treasures were all taken away; we should leave something for them. That's settled then." The clerks suddenly felt exhausted.

He slumped onto the sack, utterly exhausted.

"clap clap"

Seeing their dejected appearance, Lu Yunyi quickly clapped his hands:
"Hurry up and get to work, so we can get the stuff back as soon as possible."
We've had a very fruitful trip; you can all just wait to get your share of the profits.

After saying that, Lu Yunyi turned and left, ignoring the enthusiastic atmosphere behind him.

Before long, Lu Yunyi met Wu Fulu at the south gate, who was holding a map and assigning combat tasks.

"How is it? Has the battle between the Three Guards of Doyan ended?"

When Wu Fuliu looked up and saw him, the seriousness on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a smile:
"My lord, you've arrived."
Please come quickly and see the letter from Tuoluhuchaer.
His troops had already killed nearly 6,000 of the more than 8,000 soldiers who had rushed to their aid.
The rest scattered and fled.

He thought they must have gone into the mountains, and he wanted to ask the adults whether they should go after them.

"He asked that?" Lu Yunyi asked back.

Wu Fulu nodded and handed over a letter.
"Sir, the letter is here."

Lu Yunyi didn't go to look, but answered decisively:
"No need to chase him. If he wanted to, he would have already gone after him. Why are you asking me?"

Wu Fuliu laughed:
"My lord, that's what I think too. I reckon they're busy looting treasures in the rear."

"Yes, send someone over to register and create a register."

Both sides should be treated equally and the rules should be followed.
The soldiers received 70% of the gold, silver, and treasures, with 30% going to the military commander. All military equipment was collected and handed over.
If there is any concealment or cover-up, then the Three Guards of Duoyan will not be included next time.

"Yes! I'll send someone over right away!"

After speaking, Wu Fulu was somewhat suspicious:

"Sir, will they obey orders?"

Lu Yunyi thought for a moment, then shook his head:
"Let's see what they choose."

"My subordinate understands!"

"Go ahead."

After explaining the affairs of the Three Guards of Duoyan, Lu Yunyi strolled around the military camp.
Soon they saw Zhang Huai'an and the others, covered in blood.
This group of noble sons were not obsessed with treasures, provisions, or weapons.
Instead, they were very interested in the Jurchens who were hiding and fleeing.
They brought back nearly five hundred more people, their faces beaming with excitement!

"My lord, these are all deserters, I have captured them all!"

Lu Yunyi's gaze swept over Zhang Huai'an, Wang Ding, Cao Kai, Han Junyan, and others.

He glanced again at the utterly disheveled Jurchen soldiers and smiled:

"You're not hurt, are you?"

The group shook their heads repeatedly, their excitement practically reaching its peak.

Strictly speaking, this was their first major battle and their first major victory!
It is foreseeable that once they return to the capital,
Their status will rise dramatically in the second generation!
"Check carefully, don't overlook anything. People get excited on the battlefield and don't even realize they've been injured."

If it's discovered too late, it's too late to save them.

"Yes, please rest assured, sir, we have already had our guards check it."

What are your plans regarding these prisoners?

Lu Yunyi asked with a warm smile.

Zhang Huai'an was taken aback, and scratched his head:

"My lord, I don't know! Please give your orders!"

Lu Yunyi nodded and said with a smile:

"Then you'll have to do the work of selecting the main generals to oversee separately."
As for the other thousands of prisoners in the camp, kill them all.

In an instant, the warm smile changed in the eyes of the group of second-generation rich kids.

It became cold and creepy.

They felt their throats were dry, and when they turned to look at the Jurchen prisoners piled up to the side, their palms immediately broke out in sweat.

Zhang Huai'an reacted the fastest, stammering as he spoke:
"Sir, so many people have been killed?"

"Where is there too much? Not much."

Lu Yunyi stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder:

"There are signs that the three Jurchen tribes are merging."
Since Liaodong can't manage its own affairs, even if we have to clean up their mess, we have to do it properly.

Releasing these elite troops would pose a threat; killing them would be the only way to eliminate the problem completely.

Fearing they wouldn't understand, Lu Yunyi offered further words of comfort:

"Don't worry, it was all done by the Three Guards of Duoyan. It has nothing to do with us."

Even so, the group's lips were still dry, and they kept wiping away cold sweat.

They now understand that killing the enemy on the battlefield is truly different from killing prisoners.
They felt exhilarated when they charged into battle.
But now, facing these bound Jurchens,

They felt something was off.
Lu Yunyi's smile faded, and he said in a deep voice:
"This is a military order; execute it strictly!"

Zhang Huai'an instinctively stood up straight:

"Yes!"

But after realizing what he had done, he immediately turned into a sour face, wanting to offer some advice but not knowing what reason to use.

Lu Yunyi stood with his hands on his hips and said in a deep voice:

"We must show no mercy to foreign enemies; killing their entire families is the greatest respect we can show them."

Next, the wounded were to escort the weapons and treasures home.
The remaining able-bodied soldiers should follow me into the Jurchen three tribes and strike while they are weakened.

If you don't want to, then go back with the wounded.

Go back to the capital and be your rich young masters!

After speaking, Lu Yunyi turned and left, glancing at the clerk who had followed him.
"Register them on the list of returning soldiers."

Zhang Huai'an quickly spoke up:
"No, no, no, no, we're not going back!"

The clerk waved the document in his hand.
He gave them a reassuring look.
Only after they left did everyone dare to let out a soft, suppressed breath.

Everyone looked visibly shaken.

They usually thought Lord Lu was easy to talk to.
He was even very lenient towards soldiers and officials.
But this battle reminded them of many rumors circulating in the capital.
After wandering around the vanguard camp, Lu Yunyi finally arrived at the Jurchen's central command tent.

This place is very similar to the camps of the nomadic people on the grasslands; it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as "large."
Not only were the military tents large, but one of their applications was also extremely extensive.

Even the tiger skin rug on the floor,
They were all at least several times larger than the ones he had seen in Daning.

It must be a tiger from further north.

His gaze shifted, and he saw Baturuhan, the leader of the Jianzhou Jurchens.

Approaching fifty, he was tall and robust, exuding a fierce aura.

Before Lu Yunyi could speak, Batu Luhan snorted coldly:
"Don't expect to get any information from me!"

Lu Yunyi was taken aback, then sat down in the chair Feng Yunfang had brought over and smiled:

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you."
"I will take you and the Jurchen leaders to where you are meant to be."

Baturuhan looked at the young man before him, feeling a sense of absurdity, and asked with narrowed eyes.
"Are you the commander of this army?"

"Lu Yunyi, Deputy Commander of the Northern Pacification Command of the Great Ming Dynasty".

Baturuhan's pupils suddenly contracted, and his left fist clenched tightly.
His right fist wanted to do the same, but the excruciating pain caused cold sweat to pour down his forehead, and he roared through gritted teeth:
"You are indeed wise men!"

Where is Emperor Shengzong of Tang? Where is Mei Yi? Aren't you ashamed to pull this kind of trick?

"If you're so capable, then fight a fair and square battle."

Baturuhan understood many things at this moment.

All these collaborations are scams.

The purpose was to lure him to gather his troops on the northeastern side of Liaodong, and then wipe them all out in one fell swoop!
Lu Yunyi's expression was somewhat strange, and he raised his hand to stop him:

"Baturuhan, don't talk nonsense."
I have no connection with the Marquis of Yan'an or the Marquis of Runan. Whether you believe it or not is up to you.

At this moment, the guard brought over a small wooden box and whispered:

"My lord, these are some letters hidden in a secret compartment by Baturuhan."

Lu Yunyi nodded and took the small box:
"Well done."

Upon opening it, there were at least a hundred letters inside.
You can still see the remaining sealing wax on it.
Lu Yunyi chuckled softly, closed the box, and said gently:
"Next, I will send you to the capital of the Ming Dynasty."

Your interrogation will be carried out by the Embroidered Uniform Guard and palace staff.

This journey may take several months.

Think carefully about how you should truthfully explain things.

Baturuhan's expression suddenly changed drastically.

"I can give you all the treasures of my tribe in exchange for your mercy. We can cooperate in the future."

Lu Yunyi stood up with a smile, turned around with the wooden box in his arms:

"That was originally mine. You'd better save your breath and think about how you're going to explain yourself."

As he spoke, Lu Yunyi gave instructions to the guards:

"Keep an eye on him, don't skimp on food and drink, don't let him die on his own."

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)