Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 66 The Thumb and the Brand

"I was originally a monk of Dinglin Temple, but Dinglin Temple was burned down when the capital fell, so I followed Master Daochen, but a few days ago, Master Daochen was defeated by the Tang army and retreated to Ren Cuncheng. I took the opportunity to make a surprise attack, killed Master Daochen, and annexed his people. I escaped from Ren Cuncheng and took shelter under the command of General Black Tooth. General Black Tooth was defeated by you, and I could not protect myself. If someone captures me, I am afraid they will be sent immediately Go to Onimuro Fukunobu to receive the reward!"

The huge amount of information contained in Huicong's words made Wang Wenzuo dumbfounded. He knew that there were factional disputes among the Baekje rebels, but it was a bit unexpected that the heads of the Baekje rebels met. After all, the Baekje people had just lost a battle. Generally speaking, if you lose a battle, you will temporarily put aside your conflicts and deal with foreign enemies together. Unexpectedly, Fukunobu Onimuro took the opportunity to fight and uprooted his political opponents. He was really a ruthless character.

"As far as I know, Master Daochen is the right general, and his official position is equal to that of Onimu Fuxin. Onimu Fuxin openly attacked and killed his colleagues and swallowed up his followers. Could it be that Fuyu Fengzhang just sits idly by?"

"His Highness Feng is just a puppet of Guishi Fuxin. Life and death are in human hands. What else can I do but sit and watch?" Hui Cong said with a wry smile: "In fact, although the relationship between Master Daochen and Guishi Fuxin was not harmonious, it was by no means. As for getting today's field. After His Royal Highness Feng came back from Japan, he found that Fukunobu Onimuro was too powerful to control. He deliberately appointed Daochen as the right general to divide the power of Fukunobu Onimuro. Send troops to attack and kill Dao Chen!"

After listening to what Huicong said, Wang Wenzuo had a better understanding of the situation of the senior officials of the Baekje Restoration Army. He thought for a moment: "Since you have said so much, I will also answer your question. I They will not kill prisoners, but how to deal with them has not been decided yet!"

"Since we don't kill them, we have to either keep them or let them go. There is not so much food left, and we are worried about taking up arms to resist again if we let them go. The poor monk guessed right?"

"Not bad!"

"Let's let it go!" Huicong said, "As long as you cut off his right thumb, you don't need to worry about it!"

"Cut off the right thumbs of 1000 people?" Wang Wenzuo almost thought he heard it wrong.

"At least I saved my head!" Huicong said, "Cut off the right thumb, so that they can no longer hold weapons, but they can still plow and weave. Their families will definitely thank you for your mercy!"

"Cutting off the thumb is called compassion? This is really a new thing!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "This is the first time I've heard of it!"

"Really? But the poor monk once heard from a businessman that farmers in your country once cut off their thumbs and thumbs in order to avoid military service and hard labor. They called them 'Fushou' and 'Fuzu'. Although they lost their thumbs, they could Is it not a kind of compassion to be with family members compared to lonely souls and wild ghosts on the battlefield?"

Wang Wenzuo looked at this young monk with clear eyes and delicate features, and he didn't know what to say for a while. After a while, he shook his head: "I often take people's lives, but it's a battlefield. I cut off the hands and feet of unarmed people." , beyond my ability. Zen master, what should I call you?"

"You can call me Huicong!"

"Master Huicong, I have a way, maybe better! I can't just release them, because they may take up arms again, and my soldiers can't sweat in vain, but I don't want to kill people who have put down. People with weapons, so these 1000 people must pay the ransom for themselves!"

"Ransom?" Huicong frowned: "But they don't have any money on them, and even if they had it, it would have been your trophy long ago. Do you want their families to send ransom? Isn't it realistic?"

"That's not necessary!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "They can serve three years of hard labor. During these three years, they have food and clothes to wear, but they have no salary. After three years, they can be free. In addition, in order to prevent them from After escaping and becoming a thief again, you must leave a mark on your cheek. If you escape or become a thief again, as long as you catch it, you will be executed immediately, and there will be no mercy! What do you think of this method?"

"Okay!" Huicong nodded, "It's better to have a brand on your face than to have your thumb cut off, and even better than to have your head cut off, as long as you have so much food to feed them!"

"Hahaha!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "You don't need to worry about it. Also, Zen Master Huicong, since you have nowhere to go, why don't you just stay with me, I really need someone like you to help you." I will manage the thousand prisoners of war. Of course, you don't need to burn the noodles."

"You don't need to treat the poor monk preferentially!" Huicong shook his head: "I will stay and obey orders, but I am a prisoner defeated by you just like them. This is an unchangeable fact. Even if you do not brand me, You can't change the facts!"

When Huicong left the tent, Wang Wenzuo let out a long breath and sat down again.He still needs to re-evaluate the large amount of information he has obtained from the other party. Of course, these are just rumors before they are confirmed, but Wang Wenzuo has a premonition in his heart: what this monk Huicong said is true, because he temporarily made up such rumors. It is too difficult to make a big lie without contradicting itself and not conflicting with outside information.

"If it's true as he said, Fuyu Fengzhang is just a puppet of Onimuro Fushin now, then the Japanese who have been on the sidelines should be in the game soon, otherwise the investment in the early stage will be used to make wedding clothes for others!"

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Japan, Chikushi (the area of ​​Fukuoka County, Kyushu Island, Japan, an important port leading to the Korean Peninsula in ancient Japan) Asakura, Tachibana Palace.

"The sun is out!" said Emperor Qiming in a weary voice.The eldest brother Prince Zhong made a gesture, and the servants moved her brocade couch to the window, and then retreated silently. The sunlight poured in from the window and fell on Emperor Qi Ming, and no one spoke for a long time. (At this time in history, there is no emperor in Japan, but later generations call him the emperor. For the convenience of telling, this book is still called the emperor.)
The courtyard outside the window is full of orange trees, which is why the palace got its name. There are water channels running through the woods, and the edges of the water channels are carefully polished stone steps.At the end of summer, the courtyard will be filled with the sweet aroma of oranges, and men and women will walk through the orange groves, sitting on the stone steps, talking and laughing, everything is so beautiful, unlike now, the vegetation is withered, the canals are dry, and everything is in turmoil. Lifeless, just like this old woman in rich clothes on the brocade couch.

Time passed like this, and the only sound was the north wind swishing through the treetops, and occasionally there was a slight crackling sound, which was the dead branches being broken by the wind.Afterwards, the eldest brother, the prince, heard the sound of wooden clogs stepping on the stone steps from a distance, like drumbeats.

　In the past few days, I have seen some book friends in the discussion forum say that the book is good but slow.Weber just wants to say that good and fast are inherently contradictory. There is never a shortage of books in the online literature circle, and there are many books with tens of thousands of characters written every day, and there is no shortage of Weber.And I want to live, and this book does not bring me any income. It is at most a hobby. If I devote all my energy to writing books, how can I make a living?

　　Finally, let me say a cliché that online articles are produced by readers and authors together. Readers use money to write, authors use pens to write, readers support with mouths, and authors use love to generate electricity. It will definitely not last long.

　　
　
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