Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 168 is understandable, but unacceptable (Bonus chapter for Silver Alliance Leader Nuanyang 1314)

Other time travelers might empathize with Kong Youde.

They say your whole family was killed by the Tartars, yet you were forced by the Ming Dynasty to surrender to them.

You suffered humiliation in Wuqiao and were forced by circumstances to rebel, etc.

Some might even feel that Kong Youde's situation was pitiable and his actions forgivable.

'He didn't want to either~ He was forced into it~~'

He even acquired it, adding it to his collection of historical figures.

But none of these apply here in the forest.

Lin Dao only looks at what you have done in the past.

Kong Youde launched a rebellion in Dengzhou and Laizhou, causing harm to hundreds of thousands of local people.

They slaughtered the old and young, forced men to fill trenches as cannon fodder, kidnapped and humiliated women, and even put them up for sale.

Their bestial acts were no less than those of the Tartars.

A dismissive statement: "His plight is pitiable, his actions are forgivable."
The hundreds of thousands of innocent souls in Dengzhou and Laizhou, and the women who were sold like livestock, did they deserve it?

Who will pity them?

The cries of the weak go unheeded and are often ignored.

It's like a casual record in history books: "A severe drought occurred, and people resorted to cannibalism."

These few words, though seemingly light, are filled with blood and tears!

The dead and the wronged have no one to speak up for them.

Kong Youde said that he had bad luck, and that was indeed true.

But then they ran into the meticulous Lin Dao.

Lin Dao speaks out for the hundreds of thousands of wronged souls in Dengzhou and Laizhou!
Glancing at Kong Youde lying in the blood, Lin Dao instructed the guards holding Kong Youde down to "send him to Dengzhou and Laizhou by fast horse and hand him over to the local people to deal with."

"Hurry up, before it rots, take it as a sacrifice."

Taking two steps forward, Lin Dao looked down at the boy who was forced to kneel in the mud and asked, "Who are you?"

The man gritted his teeth, raised his head, and stared intently at Lin Dao with his reddened eyes. "Grandpa, Fiyata!"

"My father is Dorobeldegela!"

The boy's voice was sharp: "You damned Nikan~ I will definitely~"

'boom! '

The shouting and cursing stopped abruptly.

"Young people are in good health and just fall asleep."

Lin Dao instructed, "Chop it up and feed it to the fish in the river."

With Shandong experiencing both severe drought and flooding, it's estimated that there are hardly any yellow-eared mushrooms left to be found, so it's best not to cause any more harm.

He strode forward and came to the next person with a money rat tail.

"Who are you?"

The man was being held down by two guards, but he continued to struggle.

Looking up at Lin Dao, he twitched his prominent ears, his eyes filled with a fierce look. "Grandpa, Prince Dodo of the Qing Dynasty!"

Those who frequently commit murder know that killing too many people breeds a murderous aura, leading to contempt for all living beings.

Its ferocity and cruelty are indeed terrifying.

The timid person wouldn't even dare to look him in the eye.

Dodo was like that.

Looking at the mastermind behind the Yangzhou Massacre, Lin Dao showed no fear; instead, he laughed out loud.

He held up the Beretta and tapped Dodo's head, which was covered in water stains and stubble.

"You didn't die on the battlefield?"

During the previous cleanup of the battlefield, the corpses of several high-ranking Tartar officials, including Jirgalang, Mandahai, Ajige, Geng Zhongming, Adali, Shuotuo, Shang Kexi, and Yuele, were recovered.

The high-ranking officials were basically wiped out, with only Hauge, Dodo, Dorgon, and others missing.

Haug is one with the earth and the withered trees, and it is really hard to find.

Dodo, however, was blocked by a river during his escape. When he was forced to take a small boat across the river, the boatman took him into the river and he almost drowned.

The boatman then handed it over to the pursuing rebel army.

“Reward the boatman with ten thousand taels of silver…”

Giving a large sum of money directly would probably harm the boatman.

"I'll do it this way." Lin Dao thought for a moment, "After we recover Linqing Prefecture, we'll find him a large house in the city and a shop."

“Give him a good boat and find a ferry crossing to contract for him to do river crossing business.”

"Ask him if he has a son. If he is under eighteen, he can be admitted to the Imperial Guard."

It's better to provide their family with a secure livelihood and future prospects than to give them money directly.

Lin Dao twitched his eyelids and looked at Dodo. "Are any of those cannons from the Red Barbarians that we found while cleaning up the battlefield still usable?"

"The craftsmen's camp said that two of them can be repaired and still be used, but they won't work as well as before."

"As long as it works." Lin Dao pointed at Dodo. "Send this Tartar to the artisan camp."

"Have the craftsmen repair a Hongyi cannon and tie it to the muzzle."

"Execute by cannon fire!"

The guards dragged Dodo along, making a mess of mud and water, all the way to the artisan camp.

Holding Beretta's hand, Lin Dao continued onward toward the next Tartar.

"who are you?"

Along the way, they dealt with dozens of captured Tatar generals and nobles.

Lin Dao finally came full circle and arrived in front of Fan Wencheng and the others.

Who is Fan Wencheng?

Fan Wencheng, whose name was called out, suddenly trembled.

He raised his head, trembling, his voice trembling with tears, "General, I had no choice..."

"If I don't work for the Tartars, I'll die!"

“Yes, I can understand.” Lin Dao nodded empathetically. “But I can’t accept it.”

'boom! '

Lin Dao shot Fan Wencheng in the leg, and blood splattered immediately.

Fan Wencheng screamed pitifully, trembling like a leaf.

"You've really disgraced Fan Zhongyan."

That's right, Fan Wencheng was a descendant of Fan Zhongyan, and his ancestors had served as officials for generations during the Ming Dynasty.

Looking at the handsome Fan Wencheng, Lin Dao fired again, hitting him on his other leg.

Fresh blood kept gushing out, mixing with mud and water to stain the area red.

The scorching hot muzzle was pressed against Fan Wencheng's bald head.

"Sizzle~~~"

The heat from the gun barrel burned his scalp, and Fan Wencheng's snot, tears, excrement, and urine flowed all over his face, revealing his ugly state. Lin Dao retreated in disgust.

I wanted to ask him if Sun Degong, whom he had contacted, had betrayed them during the Battle of Guangning.

Given the current situation, let's just forget about it.

"Drag him away," Lin Dao instructed. "Bandage his wounds, don't let him die like this."

Fan Wencheng, who was in excruciating pain, stopped trembling immediately upon hearing these words, and even his wounds seemed to feel less painful.

His eyes were filled with hope as he looked at Lin Dao.

'General, are you saying you're sparing my life because you want to give me an important position?'

Lost in his pleasant daydreams, Lin Dao instructed his guards to "hurry to the nearby cities, towns, and villages and buy some yellow fungus."

"The more the better, especially if you've been starving and want to eat meat."

"After you buy it," Lin Dao pointed at Fan Wencheng, "throw it into the pack of dogs, execute it!"

Fan Wencheng was dragged away, his legs stained with blood all the way.

Lin Dao stepped forward and approached the next person. "Who are you?"

The man was trembling all over, and his teeth were chattering.

He was so terrified that he could not speak.

“From the Bordered Yellow Banner.” A guard reported, “According to the prisoners, it is Sun Youguang, a third-class mechano officer.”

"His father is Sun Degong."

"Oh~~~" Lin Dao looked enlightened. "Sun Degong's son."

Sun Degong was a guerrilla general of Guangning Guard.

In the Battle of Guangning, Sun Degong's surrender to Lao Nu led to a major defeat for the Ming army.

Tens of thousands of Ming soldiers were wiped out, and hundreds of thousands of people in Guangning were either killed, became slaves of the Tartars, or died during the retreat.

It all stemmed from Sun Degong's surrender.

"You, a third-class mere officer," Lin Dao said, raising his gun to Sun Youguang's leg and pulling the trigger, "how much blood have you stained with?"

‘Click! ’

The magazine is empty.

Lin Dao took out his third spare magazine and loaded it again.

Throughout this process, Sun Youguang was in a state of extreme fear.

When Lin Dao pointed to his thigh again, Sun Youguang suddenly stiffened and convulsed, and a moment later he fell straight into the muddy water.

"General," a guard stepped forward to check and report, "he was terrified."

"Could it really scare someone to death?"

Lin Dao shook his head. "Drag him out, chop him up, and throw him into the river to feed the fish."

Sun Degong died ten years ago.

The second son, Sun Sike, had already died in battle during the earlier campaign in which Lin Dao defeated Abatai.

Now that Sun Youguang has been frightened to death, his lineage is completely cut off.

However, if we think back to the great evacuation from Guangning, how many people died on the road, how many were captured by the Tartars and enslaved, and how many have survived to this day, probably less than one in ten are still alive.

The wronged souls of these people have likely never left the Sun family.

Now, I can finally rest in peace.

Lin Dao walked towards the next person and asked, "Who are you?"

Bao Chengxian.

Bao Chengxian, whose hair was already graying from the rat-tail haircut, trembled as he begged, "I'm willing to die, but I beg the commander-in-chief not to humiliate me."

"Hey~"

Lin Dao was also amused.

'boom! '

"How many people in the entire North have died tragically at your hands?"

'boom!boom! '

"Now that it's your turn, you want to maintain a semblance of decorum?"

'boom! boom! boom! ’

"When you were slaughtering and killing, did you ever think about giving others a sense of dignity?"

'Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!'

"They've lost all sense of shame, what's the point of maintaining any dignity now!"

'Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!'

*Click!* The bullets are all used up again.

Lin Dao, who was changing magazines, looked at Bao Chengxian, who was covered in bullet holes and lying in the mud, frowned and spat, "We've been tricked. We let him die so easily."

"You old scoundrel! You're really cunning."

Holding Beretta's hand, Lin Dao pointed to the next person and asked, "And who are you?"

The man struggled fiercely, shouting, "You scoundrel! Kill me if you dare!"

"Don't use the same trick twice."

Lin Dao waved his hand and instructed the guards holding him down, "Don't worry about who he is, drag him out and wait for Huang Er to come back, then execute him by dog."

As he was being dragged away, the man shouted desperately, "I am Yang Fangxing of Guangning, and I never change my name or surname!"

The guards punched him in the mouth a few times, finally silencing him.

The dozens of people who were previously trapped here were either dragged away or disposed of.

At this point, only Ning Wanwo remained, his head still buried in the mud.

Standing before him, Lin Dao looked down at the money-tailed rat on the back of his head and asked, "Tell me, who exactly are you?"

"I am a resident of Liaoyang, and my name is Ning Wanwo."

"You're really good at talking nonsense." Lin Dao sneered. "History books say that you are well-versed in literature and history, and also have the ability to judge people."

"All the suggestions and advice were substantial and hit the nail on the head. They even said that Zu Dashou's surrender was fake and that Lindan Khan would run away."

Lin Dao squatted down and asked, "How could a border resident understand these things?"

"Tell me, who are you?"

Ning Wan finally raised my head.

A strange smile appeared on his muddy face.

'spit!'

He spat a mouthful of murky saliva at Lin Dao.

Lin Dao dodged to the side and stood up, looking at Ning Wanwo, who was being pressed into the mud by his guards.

She shook her head slightly. "Never mind, there's no need to be so curious."

"Send him to be executed by dog-killing!"

(End of this chapter)