The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

Chapter 547 Punisher

As usual, the more than one hundred Cossacks captured by Jiang Liuer from Sakhalin Island had their left legs chopped off and were exiled to Siberia.

Cutting off the left leg, exiling to Siberia, letting the survivors feel the despair of humanity in hunger and terror, eating their companions or being eaten by them in the wilderness. This is the repertoire that Emperor Wu Ding prepared for the Russians, and this program has been going on for many years.

When the Cossacks invaded Outer Manchuria and ate human flesh on Sakhalin Island, they ate up all the villages within a radius of hundreds of miles. When Liu Zhaosun learned about this, he formulated this military regulation: after capturing the Rakshasas, his left legs would be chopped off.

In recent years, with the establishment of medical schools and the graduation of large numbers of medical students, the Empire's medical technology has advanced rapidly, and medicine is astonishing and fascinating. What an unexpected brilliance! What a technological revolution!

Thanks to the antiseptic method, even surgeries that Wu Youke and Li Shizhen could not perform during their lifetime can now be performed.

Any military doctor from any regiment would dare to perform a knee amputation! Only a dozen deaths were reported in a thousand laparotomies! As for venereal disease, kidney deficiency, and typhoid fever, they were no longer worth mentioning.

Kang Yingqian's family business, King Kong, is now facing a sales slump because no one buys that stuff anymore.

Against the backdrop of such medical progress, the mortality rate of the left leg amputation surgery performed by military doctors on Cossack prisoners was greatly reduced. For example, among the 120 patients discharged from the hospital today, only two died (one of whom was frightened to death).

After simple hemostasis and bandaging of the wounds, the survivors with only one leg left were taken to the north gate of Ningguta by the pacification soldiers. Here, their nightmare experience had just begun.

The retired emperor brought Wu Xiao, Yang Tong and Pei Dahu to the city wall, and like hunters, they watched the Cossack captives slowly walking out of the city gate.

The Ningguta Rebellion has come to an end, but in order to appease his subordinates, Liu Zhaosun has been tirelessly doing ideological work for Wu Xiao these days.

"Wu Xiao, I should have told you this earlier. It was an accident that you saw it this time."

After the emperor said this, he extended his hand to Pei Dahu, and the head servant immediately handed the spear that had been prepared in advance to Liu Zhaosun.

At this time, the high priest and Senti each brought a Sauron instructor who could speak Rakshasa language, and surrounded by a group of soldiers, they walked through the corridor of the city wall and came to the group of captives who were wailing in pain.

The soldiers, armed with bows and muskets, turned their backs to Francisco and Centi, protecting them tightly. The two men held up trumpets and shouted loudly at the Cossacks who were screaming.

The people on the city wall heard it clearly, and the general meaning was that the Rakshasa ghost should escape quickly.

Emperor Wu Ding would randomly select ten prisoners to shoot. After all ten people were dead, the remaining people would be able to leave here alive and start a new life.

"Run away, children. May the Great Emperor Zhenwu forgive you and grant you a new life. Amitabha."

The high priest wore a black robe and held a black scepter longer than himself. Due to long-term use of elixirs and heavy metal poisoning, his hair and beard were all white, and his mind was a little unclear, just like the mysterious Gandalf in "The Lord of the Rings".

The high priest looked at this crazy world with his two deep blue eyes. He was the chief clergyman of Da Qi, a devout believer of Emperor Zhenwu, and the confidant of the retired emperor.

He already knew that all the Slavs standing on one leg in front of him would die in the next ten minutes or so.

The Rakshasas had burned, killed, looted, and eaten human flesh on Sakhalin Island, and they deserved this fate. However, as a clergyman, the high priest decided to pray for each of them before their death.

"God of True Martial Arts, please grant this child the courage to accept what he cannot change; the strength to change what he can; and the wisdom to distinguish between the two. Every day is different, every moment worth savoring. Accept suffering as the path to peace. Like you, restore the world to its natural state, rather than impose your own ideas on it. Trust that you will take care of everything if he complies with your will.

Amitabha. "

After finishing all the prayers, the high priest clasped his hands together and slowly retreated into the shadow of the city wall.

Knowing their end was near, the Rakshasas howled shrilly, offering their final confessions to God. They recounted the atrocities they had committed in Sakhalin and Outer Manchuria over the past few days, from village massacres to petty thefts. They hoped this would earn God's forgiveness, spare them from Hell, and keep them safe from the devil, Satan. Unfortunately, in Ningguta, the demon that determined their fate never lived on earth. Right now, the demon stood above them—yes, on the city wall above them.

"Although Da Qi is one country, it actually implements different systems and policies because the customs and social conditions vary from place to place. For example, in Ningguta, we can slaughter people at will and let them fight wild beasts in the arena, but we can't do that in Southern Ming. Wu Xiao, you must remember that people are not born equal."

The emperor took the spear handed to him by Pei Dahu and began to slowly choose his target.

When Wu Xiao heard such words for the first time, he was shocked and even felt a little ashamed for his previous beliefs.

In the past, Emperor Wu Ding said that he wanted to save the people of the world. The world is not worried about scarcity but inequality. Why is it that tenants have no land to farm while the gentry are connected by miles of roads?

In the past, Emperor Wu Ding said that he wanted to achieve equality and warmth everywhere in the world, and that no one should starve to death in the world.

What about now? Wu Xiao was becoming increasingly confused.

"If Da Qi wants to continue to move forward, it needs accumulation, original accumulation, or the first pot of gold,"

Liu Zhaosun was not sure whether Wu Xiao understood, so he gave the example of a businessman opening a shop, saying that the first pot of gold was the silver money needed to open the shop for the first time. After this explanation, Wu Xiao understood.

The spear flew out of his hand, and Wu Xiao felt a buzzing sound in his ears. When he looked up, he saw a tall Cossack prisoner hit by a javelin next to the moat forty or fifty steps away from the city wall. The javelin pierced his chest, and blood flowed down the spear shaft to the ground. Only his hands were still soft in the air, paddling gently like a drowning person.

"If Great Qi wants to make its first pot of gold and complete the Industrial Revolution, it needs to squeeze and exploit. If it doesn't squeeze foreigners, it will exploit its own people. There is no third way. I spent over five million taels of silver and consumed tens of thousands of dan of grain to finally conquer Korea. Of course, there are only two ways at the moment, yet I keep losing money. Do you know why?"

As the emperor spoke, he took a spear from Pei Dahu, pointed the spear tip towards the sunlight, and pointed it at the back of the screaming captive who was fleeing in the distance.

Wu Xiao thought for a moment and whispered, "Although I haven't read much, I know that Korea is a cold and harsh place. I heard from Minister Li (Li Sanguang) that the rice there only harvests once a year, and the harvest is not good."

Liu Zhaosun smiled and nodded, then threw out the second spear, and the second lucky person was pierced by the spear.

"Indeed, Korea is a bitterly cold place. I have discussed with Li Sanguang that Korea should focus on mining and reduce the use of farmland."

"With a mine, we need miners. So, who is suitable to be a miner? Wu Xiao, do you think that managing these miners should be the same as managing farmers? Or, in the future, can the laws of the Great Qi in Korea be exactly the same as those in the interior of the country? What about Ningguta?"

Having said that, Liu Zhaosun stopped talking.

Wu Xiao thought about it for a while, not quite understanding.

"Wu Xiao, I'm telling you this for the last time today. There's no fairness in this world. When Li Sanguang had his arm bitten off, the Rakshasa wouldn't talk to him about fairness; when refugees starved to death under the Zhu Emperor, the corrupt officials wouldn't talk to them about fairness. I created this chariot, whether it's extorting criminals or slaughtering gentry, just to keep it rolling forward. Once it starts, it won't stop, it will crush all who stand in its way! You, me, and this group of one-legged Rakshasa ghosts before us, one day, all of us will be devoured by it! Before that, we must be punishers, killing some to save more, and realize the tyranny of the majority. This is fairness! Do you understand?"

Wu Xiao was silent.

This world is indeed not fair.

Winter comes and goes, there are floods in the south and droughts in the north, success in the east and success in the west. The land and water nurture the people. Qi is so big that the geography of different places is different. How can the people be the same?

It was late spring, and the permafrost began to thaw slowly, and the roads around the city walls became muddy.

The Punisher stood on the city wall, calmly raising his javelin at the imperial captives who were jumping and escaping in the wilderness.

(End of this chapter)