A Good Landlord in the Tang Dynasty: Emperor Yuan Cong

Chapter 769 Previous Lesson

Night falls.

On the bank of Zuoxi River and at the foot of Longtou Mountain, there is a prisoner-of-war camp of the Tang Army.

With a whistle, the guarding officers and soldiers announced that they were done with their work and were ready to prepare meals.Huang Cheng put down the tools in his hands and could finally take a breath.

It is not easy to be a prisoner of war, even if he is the son of Huang Gan, the king of China and Vietnam, and the thirteenth son of the Huang family, but here, there is no Si Tongzhou governor or the commander-in-chief of the former army of China and Vietnam. All he has is a prisoner of war number.
Prisoner of War Yiyi.

There is a bamboo sign hanging around his neck, with the name Prisoner of War Yiyi written on it in calligraphy. This is his identity here. He must carry it with him and display it on his chest, otherwise the guards will find out that he is not wearing it, and the consequences will be serious.

Huang Cheng feels very tired, his legs feel like they are filled with lead, and his arms are also very sore. Although he is a 30-year-old vigorous young man and a fierce martial arts practitioner, doing hard work is really different from practicing martial arts. .

There was no rest at all. If he hadn't just been a prisoner for a long time and had even eaten more than two kilograms of beef before, he would definitely not be able to withstand it.

He just wanted to jump into the Zuo River and have a good swim, then change into dry clothes, eat a few kilograms of braised beef, and have two bowls of wine.

Of course, it would also be great if you can have some screw rice noodles. Add more bamboo shoots and more snails to make it sour and appetizing.

"Those who are injured should come over here to get their dressing changed. Line up." A hospital soldier wearing a white cloth coat with a medicine gourd and silver needle mark on it shouted to them.

Huang Cheng looked at his wounds. The wounds that the Tang Dynasty Prime Minister personally treated for him had not worsened.

He went out with some wounded soldiers, then followed the medical soldier to a tent, and queued up to change their dressings. The medical soldiers in the tent were lukewarm to them, with indifferent expressions, but they were also very patient and treated them one by one. The wounds were cut, the dressings were changed where necessary, and precautions were also given. In fear that they might not understand something, a native interpreter who understood the Xiyuan dialect was even specially arranged.

After replacing the medicine, food started to be put there.

Dinner was relatively simple, porridge with some pickles, and then a bowl of soup that was as watery as water.But for Huang Cheng, it was still a surprise.
Prime Minister Wu and Hou Junji are indeed two completely different people.
If you fall into the hands of Hou Junji, you will either have your head cut off to claim credit, or you will be sold directly to the market for trading. While waiting for disposal in the prisoner of war camp, you will never be treated like a human being, and no one will give you anything. Medical treatment cannot even guarantee one meal a day.

When Huang Cheng was knocked down from his horse, he once thought about committing suicide, but later he was captured and failed to commit suicide, so he thought about killing or beheading him.

Unexpectedly, Wu Huaiyu could treat him to wine and meat.

Although he still returned to the prisoner of war camp and worked as a coolie, his basic treatment was good.

After a day of hard work, Huang Chengye was indeed tired and hungry. The simple brown rice porridge with pickles was also very delicious. He just sprinkled some salt, got some vegetable leaves, and dropped a few drops of oil. The clear soup he found was very delicious.

After finishing this humble dinner like a storm, Huang Cheng was confused again.

what's next?

After a long time, he recovered his mind and began to look at this prisoner of war camp. It was heavily guarded and it was impossible to escape from the prison.

The Tang army's momentum in conquering the camp was even more majestic.

He couldn't help but think of that man again.

When he saw him on the Golden Rooster Fort, he didn't know it was Wu Huaiyu, the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty. He only thought he was a Tang military captain or commander of the army.
He thought that the Tang general was arrogant and underestimated the enemy, so he thought of capturing him alive.

Who knew that in the end he would be beaten to a pulp, suffer an unimaginable defeat, and even become a prisoner.

Wu Huaiyu was actually much younger than himself. This man was so brave at the foot of Jinji Mountain, especially since they actually had those terrifying mysterious firearms that would smoke, spit fire and shoot out incredibly powerful projectiles, killing those who hit them instantly.

Now when he recalled the scene at that time, he couldn't help but tremble.
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that the weapon is not much more lethal than a bow and arrow. It should even be able to only shoot a few shots at close range, unlike a bow and arrow that can shoot continuously in rapid succession.

But the sound and fireworks of that thing were really scary.

It's truly breathtaking.Almost as soon as they came face to face with him, and after a few rounds of shooting at his first two rows, the two hundred soldiers collapsed.

Not many were beaten to death, but more were stunned.

He had heard before that Wu Huaiyu was at Luo Dou in Yunkai Mountain last year. He personally went to the village and used secret techniques to trigger thunder from the sky and directly kill three dong leaders.

After this incident reached Zuoxi, it became increasingly mysterious and chaotic.
Huang Cheng and others thought it was a rumor.

Only now do I know that Wu Huaiyu used this kind of thing at that time. It must be a kind of weapon, but it is too mysterious and unimaginable.

Thinking about it,

Here comes the guard,

"Everyone gather and prepare for night classes."

Tongyi also translated it loudly.

Huang Cheng understands Chinese and can even write some. He doesn't need a translator, but he doesn't understand what he means by taking night classes.

However, in front of the guards' swords, guns, bows, arrows and leather whips, none of the prisoners dared to be disobedient. Although they had worked hard for a day, they were exhausted physically and mentally in this prisoner-of-war camp. After barely eating, they wanted to have a good sleep, maybe fall asleep. There will no longer be such fear and confusion.

in the camp,
lit a bonfire,
They also used Polygonum spp., mugwort, etc. to smoke mosquitoes.

The guard got the boards,
The more than 200 prisoners of war in the camp were divided into several squads with 50 people per squad.

The prisoners sat on the ground obediently as required.

They didn't know what the Tang people were going to do, but no one dared to mess around.

Huang Chengye kept cooperating with a dull expression.

In their uneasiness and confusion,

Wu Huaiyu and some officers came over. Looking at these barbarian prisoners, he smiled, but the other officers did not have a good expression.

"Prime Minister, why should we waste our energy on these guys?"

"What does this night class do?"

The officers were puzzled as to why they were so nice to the prisoners and why they had to attend class that night.

"This night class in the prisoner of war camp uses the evening time to teach these prisoners of war, teach them some basic Chinese to facilitate communication, and also teach them some Chinese characters. Of course, the most important thing is to teach them loyalty to the emperor, patriotism, and moral integrity. Deal with these and teach them Chinese culture..."

The generals stared at each other with big eyes.

"Isn't this playing the piano to a cow? Besides, these people are prisoners of war. Even if they are not killed or sold, there is no need to expend such effort, right?"

Huaiyu smiled and said to Gao Ning, "Since we went to Lingnan, from my prime minister's army, to the six towns of Lingnan, and the Twelve Army Mansion, to the third battalion of the Navy, and the third patrol battalion, our Have you been teaching classes in the military for more than a year? Teach the sergeants how to speak Mandarin, learn Chinese characters, and even learn arithmetic. More importantly, teach them the three principles of loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness, and the five constant principles.
We will also organize martial arts lectures, medical camps, etc.
Do you think it has been effective over the past year or so? "

Gao Ning nodded. Although everyone didn't understand it at the beginning, now more than a year later, many effects have indeed appeared. Not only do the officers and soldiers speak Mandarin well and can communicate easily, but they can also read and understand Braille to a certain extent. write some,
Not to mention that some of the outstanding ones are selected for training in martial arts halls, medical camps, engineering training camps, etc. to help them improve further.

"Isn't that right? These people are prisoners of war now, but they will still become good citizens under our rule in the Tang Dynasty. We need more communication with them now, and we need to allow them to accept our culture and be absorbed into it. ,"

Wu Huaiyu wants these barbarians to know where the Tang Dynasty is, what China is, what the emperor is, and what Zhengshuo is...
(End of this chapter)