Fu Song

Chapter 561 Miserable
By the Juma River, there was a loud cry.

Countless people sat paralyzed by the river, looking back to the south.

The south is the hometown they can never go back to.

Soldiers of the Liao Army patrolled the crowd with whips, knives and guns indifferently. Anyone who made a slight movement would be whipped down without mercy, tearing people to pieces.

And among these people who were whipped, many of them were high-ranking figures in the past.

This can be seen from the fact that although they are tattered and covered with dirt, they can still recognize that they are quite good cloth.

But now, in the eyes of Liao people, they are no different from ordinary common people.

Even worse.

Because there was another prisoner camp not far from this prisoner brigade, and the prisoners there obviously received much better treatment.

Each of them was actually given a steamed bun, and each had a bowl of broth.

In this prison camp, there are craftsmen with special skills.

When the Liao people retreated from Tokyo, they almost wiped out all the skilled craftsmen in Tokyo.

The emperors of the Zhao and Song Dynasties managed the people with market houses, and almost all the people living in a house were of the same type. When the Liao army burned, killed and looted in Tokyo, they basically did not commit any crimes against these special houses. .

Because the empress had issued a strict order, she had to bring back these craftsmen intact.

As for the craftsmen living in other places, it depends on luck.

Some survived and were sent to such special prisoner camps, while others were hacked to the ground regardless of indiscriminate behavior.

As for other Fangshi, there is no such good luck.

The bustling city of Tokyo has basically been abandoned.

Whether it is an official or a commoner, perhaps the wealth accumulated over several lifetimes will be wiped out overnight and become someone else's harvest.

In front of the butcher's knife, there is no difference whether it is a golden branch and a jade leaf, or a lower Liba person.

Sometimes, the hope of survival of the lower Liba people is even greater.

The craftsmen gnawed on the steamed buns and drank the broth, but they didn't dare to lift their heads. It was indeed the situation in some other prisoner camps around them, which was really scary.

They are still alive now, and they can stay together as a family. For them, it is already a gift from heaven. If they dare to make the slightest sound, even if they feel sad, they can only bear it.

"Han Ke." A Liao army officer came over and shouted loudly,

A young man who was drinking broth stood up and responded.

"Are you full? If you're not full, send someone to carry a few more baskets!" The officer patted Han Ke on the shoulder and said affectionately.

This officer was so affectionate to Han Ke, naturally not because Han Ke helped him manage the prisoner camp very effectively, but because Han Ke was summoned by the empress alone before this.

The officer didn't know the specifics, but he only knew that Han Ke seemed to be a blacksmith who worked in a workshop called Tiangong.

The blacksmiths in the Tiangongfang were called by the empress to take them back. Unfortunately, after the capture of Tokyo, I found out that the Tiangongfang was burned down a long time ago, and the blacksmiths in it were scattered and disappeared. It took a long time to find such a one.

After asking, I found out that those master craftsmen in Tiangong Workshop basically went to the south.

Han Ke didn't go because his parents were old and in poor health. He originally wanted to send his parents up the mountain before going to the south, but just after his parents left and the funeral was not over, the Liao people called .

"I'm full, I'm full!" Han Ke said again and again: "Shangguan, I see that there are many people over there who haven't eaten, why don't you give them some?"

The officer looked at Han Ke and said with a chuckle: "Han Ke, mind your own business. You are all craftsmen here. They are ordered by your mother. You must take good care of them. If you take them back, what are they? Our food There are quite a few of them, as long as they don’t die, that’s fine.”

Seeing that he was rejected, Han Ke didn't dare to say more, after all, he was already sweating in his vest after saying this sentence!

"Sir, where are we going?"

"Zhongjing!" The officer seemed in a good mood, slapped his horsewhip lightly on his palms, and said, "As far as I know, all the craftsmen have been placed in Zhongjing. Your Majesty has already built many houses there, many It’s just that there’s no one living in it all the time, so I’m just waiting for you to go!”

The officer laughed loudly: "Your Majesty is really a fairy-like figure. Several years ago, it was calculated that we would definitely win this battle. You see, even the house has been built for you."

"Do we still have a house to live in?" Han Ke asked cautiously.

"Of course!" the officer said: "Especially a master craftsman like you. Didn't you say you would go back to iron smelting and foundry? Our Daliao is short of people like you Luo, Han Ke, maybe you can be a master in the future Where is the high official!"

"I can't read a basket, so what kind of official can I be?" Han Ke waved his hands repeatedly.

"I don't know how to read either!" The officer glared, "Isn't it because of my martial arts skills that I eat, you rely on craftsmanship! My lady said that as long as a person has a skill, he can be promoted and make a fortune! Some people over there are completely unique. No, maybe they will still be your slaves by then!"

Han Ke looked at the prisoner camp over there, and at this moment, a middle-aged man suddenly howled madly, bumped away a Liao army beside him, and ran towards the south with a yell.

The surrounding Liao army didn't chase after them, but just laughed at the overturned Liao army.

The fallen Liao army stood up, blushing all over his face, took down his bow and arrow, and shot the man's left leg with one arrow. The man let out a miserable howl, fell to the ground, but got up again. Limping forward, another arrow flew and nailed to his right leg. He fell to the ground, but he still scratched the ground with his hands and continued to crawl south.

The Liao soldier strode over, stepped on the man's vest, and with another arrow, nailed his left hand to the ground, and with the fourth arrow, nailed his right hand to the ground, and then grabbed the man's legs. The arrow stabbed down fiercely, the arrow pierced through the calf and penetrated deeply into the ground, actually nailing the man to the ground alive.

Han Ke saw that the muscles on his face trembled, and the craftsmen here also lowered their heads one by one, not daring to look any more.

"You are so obedient, and you still hope to reach your destination alive. Is it not easy to find death?" Guiyi City!"

"Got it!" Han Ke said.

At this time, the pontoon bridge was full of people. Han Ke watched in a daze as several carriages drove over, and then the door of the carriage opened, and several people came out from inside, and were held hostage by a group of Liao troops onto the pontoon bridge.

And as soon as those people appeared, a large group of prisoners who were crossing the bridge fell to their knees in an instant, and the wailing sounded one after another, louder than before, and the whips of the Liao people fell even harder.

Hearing the screams of the emperor and the emperor, Han Ke's eyes were a little straight.

Is this the emperor of our Song Dynasty?
Looking at their disheveled hair, beards, red and swollen eyes, and dull faces, they are the emperors of our Zhao and Song Dynasties?

Originally, Han Ke's legs were a little weak after hearing the cries of those people, but now seeing the true faces of these two people, his legs stood up straight again involuntarily.

By the way, he had met the empress of the Liao Kingdom earlier, although he didn't dare to raise his head the whole time, but the voice was very kind and peaceful.

I have seen the empress of Daliao, so I am afraid of the emperor of Song. Daliao is now the winner, but the emperor of Zhao and Song is a captive.

Following Emperor Zhao and Song onto the pontoon bridge, there were teams of concubines and palace maids. These people were disheveled and torn, with blank expressions, and they could tell what had happened during the long distance.

In the middle of the journey, Han Ke suddenly saw a concubine Gong'e jumping up and falling into the Juma River. After bursts of scolding from the bridge, arrows rained down, and those women who jumped into the river, Immediately, the river was stained with blood.

Han Ke couldn't help lowering his head.

Although he didn't like the emperor, he couldn't bear to see these women disappear like this.

"It's a pity for these women!" The officer of the Liao Kingdom next to him sighed repeatedly: "These are all women from the Song Dynasty's palace. When they return to Zhongjing, they must be assigned. I'm planning to get one!"

Han Ke didn't make a sound, and suddenly felt that these women who just found the opportunity to jump into the river to seek death may be lucky. Those who arrived in Zhongjing alive, I'm afraid they will suffer more unbearable humiliation in the future.

He sighed.

But at this moment, in a huge carriage protected by the Liao army by the Juma River, Luo Songchu let out a long sigh.

He saw the Supreme Emperor Zhao Suo, and also the Emperor Zhao Jing.

The two people who used to be the most honorable people in the world were dragged across the pontoon bridge brutally by those Liao people, without any dignity at all.

And among the women who jumped into the river just now, he even recognized one of Zhao Jing's side concubines, the daughter of a former colleague of Luo Song's. How many.

"Your Majesty, you know many of them, right? How can you bear to see them end up like this?" Luo Song turned his head and looked at the woman opposite. She laughed.

"In the past, Wang Xiemenqianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people! Luo Gong, they will enter the homes of ordinary people in the future. It is good for them to adapt to this journey now. As for whether you can bear it or not?" Xiao Chuo's mouth Pulling upwards: "If you have experienced the incident when I was sent to the Liao people's post alone, you will not ask this question again."

"How did you become so cruel?" The muscles on Luo Song's face twitched. "Just a word from you can save them."

"How to save them? Let them go back to be young ladies?" Xiao Chuo sneered: "Luo Gong, do you think it is possible? They are the best reward, and they are the most coveted by my soldiers. Whether it is a princess, or a county head, or a daughter of a thousand gold, when they arrive in the Liao Kingdom, they will all become ordinary women, wash their hands and make soup, and survive. Let their men flourish again!"

Luo Song remained silent with a sullen face.

"Luo Gong, you have such a leisurely way to pity them, why don't you think about how to help me handle political affairs? Look, in just half a day, these large baskets of memorials have been delivered. Either there is a drought here, or there Flooded, or there are many bandits, you are a great expert in internal affairs, first draft the approval of these papers for me! If you do these things well, you can save many more people than the people in front of you. "

Seeing Luo Song still not moving, Xiao Chuo couldn't help but sneered: "Luo Gong, you should be a person who keeps your word. In Tokyo city, because of your words, the sword should have been sealed for three days, but I let them do it for one day." So I put it away. You are doing one more thing now, maybe it is not for these people?"

Cong Cong Congyu pointed out, but his face was full of murderous looks.

While Luo Song sighed, he stretched out his hand and held the memorials in front of him: "Mr. Luo will be infamous forever."

"As long as I rule the world, you will live forever!" Xiao Chuo said with a smile: "The history books are written by the victors."

"Xiao Chuo, are you really so confident that you can win this battle?" Luo Song pointed to the right side of the carriage, where there is another carriage with the same appearance, but in that carriage, there is a Gotta be a dead man. "Lin Ping is gone, Wanyan Bage is gone, obviously, they are the ones that Yelujun arranged to go back to deal with you before he was alive. As far as I know, Lin Ping is a very scheming person."

"Are you worried about me?" Xiao Chuo chuckled lightly.

Luo Song was slightly taken aback, but became annoyed again in the blink of an eye.

"Why should I worry about you? It's the best fight between you two. I'm the happiest when you fight to the death." He said angrily.

"Then you will be disappointed." Xiao Chuo said: "From the day I entered the Liao Kingdom, I have been planning how to take revenge. For more than ten years, I have been thinking about it all the time, even the smallest details. If the third party will settle, do you think that if I am not sure, I will let Lin Ping and the others go back?"

Staring at Xiao Chuo, Luo Song said: "Lin Ping, you are the one who absolutely wants to be killed and then quickly. Since you are so confident, it can only explain one problem, that is, you have instigated an extremely important person."

Xiao Chuo smiled but did not answer.

"Brother Wanyan? Yelujun's most trusted person!" Luo Song lost his voice, looking at Xiao Chuo as if he was looking at a monster, "How did you instigate against myna Wanyan? Even we know that you took him in. Seeing Wanyan for the rest of my life, I almost got into a quarrel with Wanyan Bage because of this!"

"Luo Gong, in life, everyone has something to seek. As long as you identify a person's weakness, you can defeat it. You are like this, how can Wanyan Starling be an exception! People without weaknesses , I have never met one in my life!"

(End of this chapter)