Beiyang new warlord

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"Sir, stop talking!"

"Uncle Clan, please don't say a few words! Now it's Dashun's world!"

"Why can't the old man say that! If you are still in power like this, you will win sooner or later."

The word death has not yet been uttered, when suddenly he saw a few cavalrymen galloping over with heavy shackles made in a hurry, Gong Dingzi was like a rooster strangling his neck, holding back his words abruptly, trembling Trembling, turned around and walked away.

There is a word called upward and downward effect. Li Zicheng started to rectify the demoted officials in the capital, and the leaders of the various battalions at the other end also began to learn from each other. They drew the ground as a prison in the area they occupied, and extended their claws to the wealthy families in the area under their jurisdiction.

These days, all things in the capital are falling in price, and the only thing that has increased in price is wood, which is all made of shackles. The latest scenery on Jingshi Street is nothing more than a group of rich and powerful gentry in the past, and even tavern owners who live better. For the upper class, they are rich peasants, wearing shackles and chains, dragging their families through the streets and alleys, crying and being whipped, and in the end they pitifully gave up all their net worth.

It is said that the value is priceless, and Li Zicheng has truly interpreted the true meaning of priceless city. From mid-April to the nickel area for more than ten days, Li Zicheng has scraped more than 7000 yuan from the pockets of these corrupt officials and common people. Wanliang, every day in the palace there is billowing black smoke during the day, and the fire is brightly lit all night at night, and the silver cars transported from the capital to Daying outside the city every day are one after another.

However, which dynasty in the past dynasties wanted long-term peace and stability, would plunder and transport it abroad, and the money was in hand, but Li Zicheng built it with painstaking efforts, and the orthodox image of the new dynasty completely collapsed. In the hearts of those scholar-bureaucrats, Dashun once again equated with the rogues.

Just when the capital was full of storms, Liaodong was also full of mountains and rain.

In April, from the distant Yalu River to the Shanhaiguan, the newly occupied fertile land of Liaodong, in the warm spring breeze blowing towards Siberia from the East China Sea, the fresh green crops that have just been planted are sprouting fresh buds. A scene that had never been seen more than ten years ago suddenly appeared in front of him, and the whole land was filled with a burst of vibrant green.

But just after finishing the farm work, the simple men in Liaodong immediately put down their hoes, took off their muddy work clothes, and dug out the carefully preserved dark green military uniforms from the bottom of the boxes. The exquisite cotton armor he issued, he walked out the door with one step and two turns.

Different from other eras, Dongjiang at this time has a unique scenery, the train station!

Under the organization of the General of the Guards, capable men from the wandering peasants in the countryside once again gathered into Dongjiang's elite steel dragons, and they boarded the Dongjiang green leather train in an organized way.

"Go back! Dad! Don't worry! My son will definitely bring you a few shiny military medals when he comes back this time, so that the villager from the next door, Mr. Li, can't compare you any more!"

"Flowers! Take care of our baby! Eat more and grow longer. When I come back, I will have to take care of our extra land!"

Although the simple farewells kept ringing out, the family members who sent the army still couldn’t bear it for a long time. The old father’s eyes were full of tears, and he usually babbled. , I don't want to receive shiny silver and a bloody military medal.

The rough folk customs made Dongjiang's society extremely open. Following the train, a healthy and sunny girl even put her arms around the face of her sweetheart, and kissed passionately without any consideration. Looking at the reluctant couple For lovers, the whole car was full of lively cheers and boos, and the girl behind who was also reluctant to let go was blushing and heartbeating, but regretted why she didn't let go a little bit.

Like a huge tree, the soldiers are like nutrients, developed along the Dongjiang River, convenient railways and official roads, and finally converged into a towering tree. At the beginning of May, inside and outside Shanhaiguan, the huge military camp was like It's like the mushrooms after the rain popping up, covering the sky and covering the earth, boundless.

For the battle of Dasongjin, Chongzhen dispatched troops from within the customs. It took almost a year for the 13 army to gather food and pay for three months, but Mao Jue's 30 army, more than [-] cavalry, and [-] cannons were enough to support the army for a year. It took Mao Jue only [-] days to provide food, grass, military equipment, and medicinal materials that were several times richer than that of the Ming army.

Dongjiang's current situation is stronger and more favorable than the Qing army in history, with strong soldiers and strong horses! Food and grass are abundant, and the morale brought by successive victories is like a rainbow. The sergeants are full of desire for victory, and in the capital, Li Zicheng continues to engage in When the chickens fly and the dogs jump, people's hearts are scattered.

But sitting at the front of Shanhaiguan, facing the densely packed battle map, Mao Jue was indecisive!

If Wu Sangui had been sitting in his position, he would have swung his troops south without hesitation, vying for the beautiful country, but after all, Mao Jue was not Wu Sangui, and he couldn't do it. He was willing to be a running dog of a foreign race under the banner of loyalty and filial piety. The hero is so ruthless.

"King Liao! The Hegang army is ready!"

"understood!"

"King Liao! The army consumes tens of thousands of gold every day, and all the soldiers abandon their families and careers just for the great cause of King Liao! You are not the only one who has a father! The country is the most important thing, King Liao!"

After all, it was Sun Chuanting. Hearing Mao Jue's absent-minded promise, he pressed him again angrily. This time, even Mao Jue couldn't ignore it. He could only turn around and salute him heavily.

"Gu knows! General Sun, I beg you, give Gu another seven days, only seven days!"

The dignified King of Liao actually begged himself so earnestly, even Sun Chuanting sighed helplessly, and bowed heavily to Mao Jue.

"I'm rude, Your Highness forgive me!"

After sending Sun Chuanting away, he couldn't even pretend to look at the map, so Mao Jue rang the bell heavily again.

"Is there no news about Lu Zhong Tangtai?"

"No matter what the cost, get them out!"

But when Mao Jue was burning with anxiety, he didn't know that the Duke of Ji State, where the capital had been hiding for a long time, had already been pushed to the forefront

Chapter 575. Betrayal

At the beginning of May, even the bustling Jinyiwei prison became quiet and quiet like an outdated Internet celebrity store. After all, there are still a few people who are willing to give up their lives, just like Chen Yan. To avoid the pain of flesh and blood, wear the shackles on a normal night, taste the torture hands they use when they treat the mud legs they despise, and then those who should pay the money will pay, and those who should go home will go home.

Almost, like Zhou Zhong, who really has no money, or who is really reluctant to part with family wealth, either died of continuous torture, or suffered two or three days with injuries all over his body and couldn't help spitting. These seven or eight days are not only those who have no money or are dead, but also those who are not dead.

There are only a dozen or so old bone scum left, even Liu Zongmin lost interest in them, he was full of excitement and took the young lady from a family he had picked up in the past few days, and went to the brothel to have fun and let these people in prison Rotten inside.

In the dark night, intermittent groans could be heard vaguely, carrying a large bowl of leftovers, and the scattered soldiers who came over to pick up the plate after the soldiers withdrew impatiently threw it on the ground.

"Eat the fuck, some pickles that cost money!"

The leftovers exude an unpleasant smell of corruption, and there are even maggots twisting in it, but those former Ming dignitaries wearing shackles slammed into them like mad dogs snatching food, and buried their faces In the pot, they really gnawed like dogs, and even pushed and shouted at each other in order to fight for the leftovers.

It is estimated that no one can believe that these people are the official lords who once wore luxurious official robes and stood in the hall to discuss state affairs.

Squeezed at the end, the shackles he was wearing were extraordinarily heavy, and he couldn't slip through the squeeze, but was pushed outwards. An old man with flies in his hair and ragged clothes on his body was just like him. Like a tortoise, it leaned over on all fours and didn't get up for a long time.

"This old man is, it's Uncle Jiading, you can't treat me like this!"

The hoarseness of the throat was terrible, and all the teeth were knocked out. The old man was screaming in an ugly voice like pulling a piece of wood with a broken saw. Unfortunately, in the previous Ming Dynasty, he was the head of the country, and everyone had to respect him. Without Daming, He is just an old immortal prisoner, watching other brothers enjoy the officials' ladies, and he is sulking while serving these old immortals?Shun Jun, the guard, kicked him, causing him to roll over twice.

"What kind of uncle and wild uncle? I'm still your aunt's uncle? Hurry up and die, and waste my time!"

With this kick, Zhou Kui couldn't breathe, lying on the ground panting fiercely like a dead dog, and at this moment, he just fell over to the wall. On the wall, three heads were hanging on him. On the head, after a few days, it has begun to rot, with white maggots emerging, and the eyes are terrifying and lifeless looking at the dark prison cell, the crowd like pigs and dogs.

Zhou Kui's eldest son, second son and nephew, Liu Zongmin really killed his descendants!

Looking at this ferocious head, Zhou Kui felt sad for a while, and opened his mouth to cry, but just as a crying face was squeezed out, suddenly, a wave of ecstasy appeared on his face again, carrying the With heavy shackles, he moved to the edge of the cell door with difficulty like an old turtle, and roared like a ghost.

"I want to see Master Liu! Come! Come!"

"Damn it, what's the name of the ghost? I'll send you to the king of hell!"

Leng Buding's voice is really scary, it really startled a few soldiers nearby, who was close kicked him angrily, and opened his mouth to yell and curse, but this week Kui seemed to be possessed by a demon , turned over, and yelled again in an ugly way.

"I want to see Master Liu! I have a fortune to give to Master Liu, I've wasted time, be careful with your heads!"

"Rich!!!"

The reason these guys are locked up here is to copy money and food. The iron cock of ten thousand years has plucked its feathers. Not only a few guards, but even those old stubborn who have "struggled" to this day can't help but stare round.

"You wait!"

Confiscating the house to find money, I can get it for my own benefit, no one has trouble with the money, and the faces of several Shunjun guards also became calmer, one dragged him back by the big shackles around his neck and knelt on time, the other He ran out hastily.

Not to mention, Liu Zongmin really gave face to the iron cock plucking his feathers. Although he still didn't crawl out of the arms of seven or eight girls, he sent a car to pull Zhou Kui here.

The expensive flower hall, sweet dance and music, fragrant wine and vegetables, these are like things from the previous life. In Zhou Kui's confusion, two soldiers of the Shun army opened the heavy shackles locked around his neck. , the old guy screamed miserably. After these days, the wood had grown together with the wounds on his neck and wrists, tearing out hideous red meat.

With his left hand he was holding the concubine of an unknown servant, and his right hand was still rubbing the sweetness in the arms of an unknown censor's daughter. Amid the muffled groans of the woman, Liu Zongmin, with his legs crossed, hummed and shouted honestly.

"Old guy? I finally got the hang of it! I was so happy earlier, why did I suffer so much flesh and blood? Tell me! Where is the dirty silver hidden!"