Lu Ming

Chapter 444 Head arsenal and coat

Santun Yingcheng was finally taken down without any risk.

The soldiers immediately extinguished the fire in the Hou Ya, and did not let the skyrocketing fire ignite.At the same time, a total of 556 Tatar soldiers inside and outside the city, dead or alive, were all left on this land that did not belong to them.

When the first ray of sunlight from the east came over, Santun Yingcheng had already returned to its appearance from yesterday. From the outside, everything was as usual, and there was no trace of a battle at all.

The three city gate suspension bridges were raised high, the flags inlaid with white flags were still flying above the city, and the watch posts in the turrets were also on duty according to the rules.

The dead people and horses who ran out of the city last night have all been carried back into the city, including some fresh blood stains outside the moat, which were carefully sprinkled with sand.

And what about in the city?In the slaughter meeting.

On the Cross Street in the city, rows of corpses are being processed.

The armor of all the bannermen was stripped off, their heads were cut off, and their number plates were collected.The old guard who cameo as a swordsman was busy cutting off his head, and the chief secretary with a pen and paper was registering and compiling the register.

The severed heads will be pickled with salt as soon as possible. Now it is the end of March, and the temperature in the north is rising. If they are not pickled, these heads will rot.

Under normal circumstances, the heads used to report merit are covered with a layer of lime, but this method will greatly deform the head and affect its appearance.

Therefore, those who were not short of money ordered their subordinates to take out the coarse salt in the warehouse, grind it into a fine powder, and use it to pickle their heads.

At this time, a group of time-traveling people had a deeper understanding of the complexity of war: no matter how well planned in advance, there will always be omissions.No, the matter of pickling the head was ignored by everyone. If it weren't for the abundant military reserves of the Santun Camp, there would be another mistake.

Fortunately, pickling the head is not an urgent military situation, and it is completely possible to make up for it after a dead sheep, just add a little bit from Tianjin.Not only that, Santunying also sent a telegram to the old nest: next time when the transport fleet comes, send one or two more ships of refined salt, buddy here for roast meat!
Prior to this, the traveling people going north had no intention of selling salt to Tianjin.We must know that the north is even more short of salt, so various interest groups are keeping a close eye on the salt affairs. With the strength of the north team, there is no need to poke this hornet's nest.

Therefore, including the salt eaten by the cross-travelers, they were purchased locally in Tianjin at the beginning.

Now it seems that this model needs to be changed: first send a few ships of refined salt for his own use, and wait for Cao Zongbing to hand over his head and register in front of the emperor before considering the issue of dumping table salt to the north.

Except for the head, the rest of the corpses were piled behind the water gate, waiting to be transported away.Santun Yingcheng is connected to the river, and the tributaries of the Luan River in the north can go all the way to Xifengkou.It's going to be in the north col, and someone's digging a pit where all the bodies will end up in boats for burial.

In fact, not long ago, the packers in the city buried many corpses in the same way.

When Santun camp broke down the city, some people ran away, some died in battle, and some surrendered, except for Zhu Guoyan, the commander-in-chief who hanged himself.

At that time, the weather was extremely cold, so the corpses in the city were piled hastily in the houses, and no one took care of them—the Tartars never thought that they would end up here permanently.

At the end of February, the army returned, and all the descendants were taken away to the outside of the pass.Not long after, the weather warmed up, and the packers who stayed behind were afraid that the corpses would spread the plague, so they went out of the city to dig a hole and buried the corpses hastily.

Unexpectedly, today, the corpses of the perpetrators were buried next to these soldiers, which can be regarded as karma.

While the subordinates were busy disposing of the loot, the leader was also reviewing the loot. Several travelers were inspecting the warehouses in the city from room to room.

Santunying, as an important throat, is not only responsible for the military supply of several Great Wall passes in the north, but also responsible for the supply of Shanhaiguan Road in the east, so there are many large military supply warehouses in the city.

Nowadays, most of these warehouses have been evacuated, and what are left are some "unique" materials. For example, the inventory in this arsenal is very complete.

"Damn it, I've heard about it a long time ago, and I just saw it today."

It was Zhang Zhongqi who spoke, and he was holding a pair of armor in his hand.

The armor piece was rusted, and it was full of rusty holes, including the armor-piercing rope, which was also rotten, and it would break if it was pulled lightly.

"What are you, look at this."

The speaker was Qian Tieshan.The burly old Qian was picking up a machete at this moment, and swung it down at a wooden shelf in front of him.

The outcome was as expected: the knife broke.Looking at the section again, the iron material mixed with black impurities can be distinguished with the naked eye. This grade of iron material is used as high-quality ore in the kiln area.

In addition, there are bows that break when you pull them, the barrel is full of burrs, the three-eyed gun that makes people shudder, and so on.

"Can this damn country not be subjugated? Look at what's stored in this military center, it's not even equipped with a coat! No wonder they don't even want Tartars."

After the inspection, Zhang Zhongqi said helplessly and a little angrily.

"You're wrong about one thing." Qian Tieshan smiled, with a young look on his face: "The Mongolian warriors outside, including the equipment on Bao Yi's body, also got it from Santunying."

Qian Tieshan continued to explain: "With the poor appearance of the Tartars, it would be nice to be able to match the coat with a set of leather armor. It is impossible to have iron armor, let alone three layers of inner and outer layers. These left-behind banner soldiers are good. The equipment is all picked up from the local arsenal, if you don’t believe me, you can go to see the mark, it is guaranteed to be produced in Ming Dynasty.”

"Then what about these?" Zhang Zhongqi reached out and drew a circle around.

"Civilian officials' apportionment." Qian Tieshan spread his hands and smiled awkwardly: "No one can stop the civil service system of the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Industry from earning money, so the money in this treasury is all rubbish used to write off accounts. Defective."

"Every military supply base will basically have this kind of waste warehouse. This is already an open unspoken rule. Generals want to buy good armor, so they have to buy it for extra money. Poor ghosts, guest soldiers, and those straightforward things who need to be educated , will be sent to lead garbage arms into battle, and then lose their lives."

After listening to Qian Tieshan's narration, all the helplessness and anger of the people present finally turned into a long sigh.

After inspecting the armory, the cross-travelers also went to see the grain depot, sundries store and the fodder factory outside the east gate.

Except for the grain depot and fodder factory, which still had enough grain and fodder for two cows, the rest of the warehouses were as expected, and there was nothing left in them, all of which were snatched by the Eight Banners army.

After roughly counting the remaining food and grass, the people who traveled through found that these supplies were just enough to last the defenders for three months.

Now Zhang Zhongqi had something to say again: "It seems that Comrade Huang Taiji said that he would occupy the city and not leave, but in fact he was a little forced."

Others nodded in approval.

The change of Jisi this time was the first time the Manchus entered the customs.Throughout the process, not only did the emperor and ministers of the Ming Dynasty deal with the chaos, but Huang Taiji and the soldiers of the Eight Banners also fought cautiously, crossing the river by feeling the stones.

Therefore, despite the huge results that were unimaginable beforehand, the rulers of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, whose country was small and poor, still put themselves in a weak position. Yes, they are all postures that can shrink their heads at any time.

The food and grass for the past three months has been of great help to the traveler.In addition to the first batch of grain and grass that followed, the transportation team that will depart from Tianjin in the future can reduce the scale, cancel the large convoy, and only use horses to transport some other materials.

The subordinates are busy, and the military personnel are checking supplies, so what are the intelligence agencies doing?incite defection.

The two heads of the intelligence department, who have been unknown for a long time and almost never spoke about the campaign plan, finally started to get busy after taking down the Santun camp this time.

Yao Jianshe and Xue Haiyuan are currently in the side hall of the General Military Mansion, organizing a surprise interrogation of the prisoners.

Last night, there were more than 70 prisoners who were still breathing, including the lightly and seriously wounded.Among these people, those who were seriously injured were directly chopped off, and most of the people left now are lightly wounded and some surrendered coats.

The first to be interrogated were naturally these Surrender Coats.As for those steadfast and unyielding Tartars, they are all locked up first, and they will talk about it when they are free.

Since they can surrender, these coats belong to the kind of people who value their own lives more seriously.Such people usually don't need any serious punishment, and there are no various doctrines and ideas to arm them in this era, so soon, these twenty or so people poured out all the information they knew.

Even though the profession of coating also has the tail of money, these people are still very different from the real Tartars; after all, one is a slave and the other is a slave owner.

The Baoyi people seem to be helping the evildoers, plowing and fighting for the slave owners of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, but the root of the problem is not with these people.

All the coatings were Han Chinese living in Liaodong before this.These ordinary farmers and military households were massacred and arrested after Nurhachi raised troops.During the reign of Chongzhen, it can be said that there were no Han people in Liaodong—all those who survived were turned into coatings.

After the fall of the Ming Dynasty, the entire Qing Dynasty became a semi-slavery country. The Baoyi people had already lasted for several generations at that time, and their descendants had long been assimilated and became real Manchus.

Therefore, the root lies in the Ming court.

It is precisely because of the weak national power of the Ming Dynasty and the faintness of the imperial court that they retreated step by step and gave up all the vast land and people in Liaodong to the Qing Dynasty, causing them to become wrapped in helplessness—but whoever has a choice, who wants to be arrested To be a slave without dignity?
Regarding this issue, the time travel crowd is also very helpless.

More than a decade or even a few years ago, these coats were actually the people of Ming Dynasty, who honestly farmed the land to the military households who handed over grain to the general.

Now that these people are being captured and surrendered, and their masters are changed every day, this meeting will fall into the hands of the crossing people again. Forget it, let’s send these people to Southeast Asia after using them. No one treats them as slaves there. If you do a good job, you can enslave some natives to open up plantations and become real masters.

(End of this chapter)