You can't only love the Qing Dynasty when you're eating the fruits of others' labor.

Chapter 372 Lawful Evil!

The first group of unlucky souls who counted to two walked to the riverbank and stood inside the white circle drawn with lime.

"preparation!"

The firing squad raised their guns in unison and took aim!
"put!"

White smoke billowed from the muzzles of the guns, which was then dispersed by the cold wind.

The wounded man bled profusely and fell into the river behind him.

……

On the open field, apart from the firing squad, everyone else seemed to be frozen by Medusa, staring blankly at the target-shooting-style mass execution.

officer:

"Change to another batch."

The firing squad quickly put away their guns and withdrew.

Another group of soldiers took their place and continued the executions.

"Get ready, let go!"

Gunfire continued at the scene, and time seemed to stand still.

suddenly~
Something unexpected happened.

After another round of gunfire, a man stood there blankly, at a loss for what to do.

2.5 zhang away
It missed!
Are you blind?

The officer roared at the soldier who had misaimed—Chen Fu.

Chen Fu blushed with embarrassment and quickly reloaded the musket. Twenty breaths later, he picked up the musket again, his eyes fierce, just about to pull the trigger.

"Wait, let's consult our superiors first."

……

Not a moment.

The messenger relayed the message loudly.

"The Grand Secretary instructed that in all dynasties, the execution of death row inmates was carried out with a single blow, and shooting was no exception. If they survive the first shot, it is the will of Heaven. Release them!"

"Continue the execution!"

An hour later, a bend in the river half a mile downstream was blocked by countless corpses, causing the water flow to become sluggish.
The soldiers used long poles to dredge the river, allowing the piled-up corpses to continue flowing downstream into the sea.

The Goryeo musketeers were also ordered to carry out the executions. They were excited because they genuinely disliked the Tatars and believed that the only suzerain state in their hearts was the Ming Dynasty.

From daytime to evening, only 20% of Sany's sell-off progress was completed.

The next day, it continued.

Waiting is agonizing.

The process of waiting for death is even more unsettling.

The next day, at the moment of execution.

A Manchu woman in the seated crowd suddenly let out a shrill scream and then ran away.

Some people ran after her, some stood up and looked around, and some ran away in fear.

The surrounding new troops immediately opened fire to suppress the unrest.

Chaos erupted at the scene.
After the soldiers lined up and took turns emptying their guns, the new army soldiers drew their swords and continued to slash and kill, resolutely suppressing the enemy without mercy.

Half a mile away.

Zheng Siwei drew his sword:

"Zhili cavalry, suppress them by force!"

"As ordered."

……

In the wilderness, cavalry are highly efficient killing machines.

A fan-shaped charge left the scene littered with corpses.

The cavalry and the new army worked together to bring order to the scene.

This sudden riot forced more than 3000 prisoners in one area into involvement, and it is roughly estimated that more than half of them died.

The messenger arrived again.

"The Grand Secretary has given an order, which shall be obeyed. You may live."

"Thank you, Chief Minister."

The crowd knelt in the pool of blood and kowtowed desperately.

On the riverbank, the sound of firing squad guns rang out once again.

The 31-shot kill operation was not completed until the evening of the third day. The Baoding New Army executed 12,000 people by themselves, which was equivalent to a vivid target practice.

The morale of the troops was greatly boosted.

The more than 6 surviving prisoners were dispersed and resettled in six nearby prisoner-of-war camps.

They were told:
"Once the imperial court and Ningguta General Sharhuda reach an agreement, you will be able to relocate collectively to the Heilongjiang region and guard the border for the empire. All past grievances will be wiped clean."

"Before that, you will need to perform hard labor."

……

Winter is approaching, and light snow is falling.

The allied forces requisitioned all the houses in Shengjing City for rest and recuperation, and sent only a small number of elite cavalry out of the city to sweep through the surrounding villages, carrying out "the leader's will".

Lawful evil!

The Shengjing Imperial Palace became the temporary residence of Jiang Qingyun and his son. Jiang Zhongcheng, acting like a retired emperor, occupied a corner of the palace, spending his days drinking heavily with a group of military officers, practically ready to bestow official titles and make promises on the spot.

Jiang Qingyun possessed the qualities of a wise ruler, diligently inspecting the city's defenses, arranging patrols, supervising the supply of provisions, comforting the wounded and sick, and receiving meritorious soldiers every day.

The wounded soldiers' camp.

Upon seeing that it was the Grand Secretary himself, a garrison officer quickly stepped forward and knelt on one knee.

"This humble general pays his respects to the Grand Secretary."

"Yes, get up and move aside."

"Prime Minister, it's filthy and smelly inside, you'd better not go in."

"Bullshit! The brothers were injured while fighting for the country. How could I possibly despise them? Get out of my way."

Chiang Kai-shek cursed loudly and kicked the officer away.

The civil officials following behind looked at each other in bewilderment.

Yao Qisheng, one of the logistics and transportation officers, lagged behind. He and Zhou Peigong exchanged a glance, their eyes conveying a wealth of meaning.

……

Sure enough~
As soon as Jiang Qingyun entered the wounded and sick camp, a bloody, putrid, and indescribable stench assaulted his nostrils.

"The Grand Secretary has come to see everyone!"

Zhou Peigong gave a shout.

A few lightly wounded soldiers looked up blankly, while most of the seriously wounded remained motionless.

For wounded soldiers in the 17th century, the future was essentially hopeless.

Jiang Qingyun looked around and then slowly walked towards a lightly injured person who was in relatively good mental condition.

"How's the injury?"

The wounded soldier blankly raised his left arm, which was now only half its original length.

"what's your name?"

"Zhang, Zhang Wuliu."

Where are you from?

"Which battalion are you from?"

"Right Battalion of the Henan Provincial Military Command".

"How old is this year?"

"27."

"Are you married?"

The wounded man shook his head.

"Is there anyone else in your family?"

“I have an old mother, and an older sister who is married.”

"What are your plans for the future?"

"do not know."

"Zhang Wuliu, on behalf of the imperial court, I will allocate 50 mu of land to you outside Shengjing City and build you 3 houses. Are you willing?"

"really?"

"How dare you! The Grand Secretary's word is law, how can you question him?"

Zhou Peigong rebuked loudly.

It must be said that his assist, though seemingly reckless, was actually spot on.

Jiang Qingyun waved his hand.

"It's true, would you like to stay?"

"Thank you for your great kindness and virtue, Chief Minister."

Zhang Wuliu was in tears, and even wanted to get off the bed and kowtow, but Jiang Qingyun stopped him.

……

The lifeless wounded and sick camp suddenly came alive, and one by one, the soldiers missing arms and legs stood up and looked over with anticipation.

Jiang Qingyun simply stood on the stool, left hand on his hip, right hand raised.

At that moment, he was shining brightly.

“Brothers, you are all good. No matter where you were from or which camp you belonged to, now that you are crippled, I will take full responsibility for you.”

"I hereby announce that the imperial court will grant each of you 50 mu of land, 3 houses, and 1 ox for plowing."

The wounded were overjoyed and tried their best to kowtow in various awkward postures.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

The soldiers' heartfelt cries were the most deadly; some people on the scene changed color slightly, while others secretly rejoiced.

"Brothers, rise up!"

Jiang Qingyun helped this person up, and then helped that person up.

He scooped a man from the ground whose leg had been cleanly amputated from the knee down, and with tears in his eyes, asked him tenderly, "Does it hurt?"

The man burst into tears, crying uncontrollably.
The scene was filled with weeping.

These wounded soldiers, who came from humble backgrounds, had never seen anything like this before, and tears streamed down their faces.

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(End of this chapter)