Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 418 Slavery in Liaodong

In Liaodong area, Jinzhouwei, that is, in Ninghai City, Li Yingren frowned, looking at the map he had found.

He has captured the nearby Nanwan Ridge and Wangguanzhai, and the enemies he needs to face now are those from Changhepu and Shihebao.

Although there are only a thousand or so people, it is still not to be underestimated.

"General Soldier, those Han Eight Banners still refuse to surrender."

Just when he was having a headache, suddenly a general ran over and yelled.

He fixed his eyes and saw that it was his servant. He couldn't help but widen his eyes and scolded with a smile, "What are you talking about?"

"However, more than a hundred Han and Eight Banners, haven't surrendered yet?"

"No!" Boss Angrily said, "A bunch of bastards, bah!"

"Okay, take me to have a look!"

Li Yingren frowned, and strode away.

Soon, he came to a school ground, which was the Eight Banners training ground in Ninghai City, but now it held more than a hundred prisoners.

Their armor was stripped, and they were shivering in single clothes, sitting on straw to keep each other warm.

What's strange is that several braziers are occupied by several big men, and the rest of the people can only be greedy, but dare not move an inch.

"Yo, you really have a lot of backbone."

Li Yingren patted the snowflakes on his collar, looked at the group of Han Banners curled up, and then focused his eyes on several braziers.

"Who are these?"

"Report to Chief Soldier, I don't know about these lowly positions!"

The general shook his head.

At this time, several surrendered coats came up.After muttering a few words, the general manager said: "These people seem to be full of eight banners."

As he spoke, pointing to the rest of the men: "They are the Eight Banners of Han Dynasty."

"Full Eight Banners?"

Li Yingren was taken aback, looked at the unruly big men, and asked directly: "You are Han people, they are Manchus, can't we just grab them?"

"If it keeps freezing, you will all die."

"That won't work!"

At this moment, a shivering man stood aside and said, "They are full of Eight Banners, they are born to be superior to us, they can't grab them, it's against the rules..."

"Fart is superior to others!"

Li Yingren was furious, and stepped forward, kicking and beating several Manchus.

Since I have been drinking porridge for the past few days, my whole body is weak, so I can only let myself be kicked and beaten, and my nose and face are swollen after a while.

"Look, you noble man of the Eight Banners are just defeated by our subordinates!"

"If it wasn't for your sneak attack, how could Ninghai City fall?"

At this time, a real big man who looked like a cow had no choice but to raise his head and proudly said: "Fengtian Mansion has tens of thousands of Eight Banners, as long as they come, you will definitely be defeated."

"The Han people only know about sneak attacks, and they are full of tricks..."

"Despicable and shameless Han people..."

When the chirping sound came, Li Yingren felt that his lungs were about to explode.

"Hmph, I don't know how to repent!"

"The so-called Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty are nothing more than obedient citizens who built slaves. They are just slaves. Now they find it interesting and ridiculous."

"During the massacre in Liaodong back then, your fathers, relatives, wives and children were buried at the hands of Jiannu, but today it is so..."

Li Yingren was so angry that he couldn't fight, and his anger continued.

"You can't say that, we are now the Eight Banners Zhengding, we don't have to worry about food and drink, and we still have coats under our hands, which is much better than the previous Ming——"

"It's because they don't know the heavenly soldiers, and their fame is exhausted..."

A few rebuttals caused many people to echo.

Li Yingren's eyes were full of sadness.

Although he had never been to Liaodong, he had heard from his father and grandfather that blood flowed into rivers in Liaodong back then, and the people went forward to resist. .

Now, he has become the most loyal slave.

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Li Yingren said in a deep voice, "Arrange these Manchus separately."

As he said that, he walked away quickly.

He didn't want to see these obedient citizens who established slavery again.

At this time, Shi Jizu rushed back and saw his face was worried, so he hurriedly asked why.

"Hahaha, Ying Ren, don't be angry with these people."

Shi Jizu laughed loudly and said, "Those who can become the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty are obedient citizens specially selected by Jiannu, and they are specially sent to death to look after their families."

"How could these Han Eight Banners, who are like domestic slaves, do anything anyway? You are just looking for a fish!"

"you're right!"

Li Yingren reflected: "I see that these people have good fighting power, so I thought of taking them for my own use, but I never thought that they have been accomplices in building slaves for many years, and they have already gotten used to it."

"Jizu, what are you doing here?"

After speaking, Li Yingren realized that his tiger eyes were full of curiosity.

"I ransacked the house outside the city."

Shi Jizu proudly said: "There are only a thousand households in the city, and they are all the so-called Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty. Outside the city are all manors, with countless money and food..."

As he spoke, he couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart: "Twenty or so farms have been copied, and the harvest of grain has exceeded [-] shi, which is enough for us to survive the winter..."

"It is enough to survive the winter, but not enough troops."

Li Yingren looked at the snow-covered sky and the snow-covered eaves, and said helplessly, "How can a few small towns disturb Liaodong?"

"If we can't expand the army, we will be in danger in the spring."

"Mr. Li, you said those obedient people are in the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, where are those hard bones?"

Shi Jizu shook his head and reminded.

"Either kill them all, or starve to death..."

"No, although [-]% to [-]% of the people are gone, some of them are still there, but they have become coated."

The so-called coats, that is, hereditary domestic slaves, generally come from captives, convicts, etc. Due to the semi-slavery situation in the Qing Dynasty, today's coats are equal to livestock.

"Coating, coating!"

Li Zongbing murmured, his eyes lit up: "Compared to the Han Eight Banners who lived as masters, Bao Yi, who has suffered and suffered, is the best candidate."

"Let's go, let's go outside the city!"

"It's snowing!"

"That's too late."

A group of people left the city and saw the packers who were short of food and clothing.

"Misappropriate some food for them to survive the winter!"

Li Yingren said sympathetically.

He came to a dilapidated earthen house, the kang was cold, and the whole family huddled up to welcome him.

But there is very little firewood at home.

"Why don't you go to the mountains to chop firewood?"

Looking at the skinny old man, Li Yingren asked.

"Without the master's order, how dare the villains cut firewood without permission..."

The old man trembled and said: "In the past, the master would send someone to pass the message before the heavy snow, but today it is much later."

Li Yingren sighed inwardly.

Although it has only been a few decades, the Manchu Qing's control over Liaodong has already penetrated into the bone marrow.

"Starting today, you can all go chop wood."

After speaking, Li Yingren sorted out his emotions and continued to search.

Unsurprisingly, most of the coats have become qualified minions after two generations of subtle influence.

"It has to change!"

Li Yingren gritted his teeth and stared at Shi Jizu: "Leave it alone again, we are rootless duckweed in Liaodong."

"How do you talk about defeating the Manchu Qing, and how do you talk about recovering Liaodong?"

"Then what should we do?"

Shi Jizu was silent for a while, then spoke.

(End of this chapter)