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Chapter 49 Antweed mustard

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A few ragged victims were walking on the official road with rammed loess. They were all hungry, with a slutty face and a blank and unconscious eyes.

The long-abandoned station was covered with weeds, and a wild dog was tearing a corpse that had begun to decay.

But those victims turned a blind eye to this. People in troubled times are as bad as dogs, and countless people die every day. They have long been used to it.

It’s so bad that they are still alive now, even if they only breathe a sigh of relief, aren’t they?

As the saying goes, it is better to live than to die, and you can live and earn a day.

Step on, step on...

Hum? Is it the sound of horse hooves?

An elderly victim was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and looked behind him.

I saw rolling yellow dust rolling up at the end of the road, and then many black spots appeared. The sound of horse hooves became louder and louder, just like the thunder in summer.

There must be hundreds of riders listening to the sound?

He was shocked and shouted loudly: "Double to the side." However, the younger victims did not jump off the official road immediately, but looked at the elderly in confusion.

"It's a horse thief, a horse thief. Hide in the weeds on the roadside!"

The old man roared, and didn't care about the fact that he jumped off the official road and rolled in the pile of weeds.

The young people finally understood that the word "Ma Pirate" was still very intimidating. They quickly jumped off the official road and rolled and crawled in the grass.

After a moment, a team of cavalry rushed over, but they were not horse thieves.

These people have a shaved head, and only have a braid the size of a money-like rat tail on the back of their heads.

It’s Jiannu! It’s Jiannu!

Several victims were all frightened.

This is the official road to Dezhou, Shandong. Wasn’t Jiannu in Jingji? How could he appear here?

They all buried their heads deeply and didn't even dare to let out their vigor.

They have heard of the cruelty of Jiannu. It is said that the Han people in Liaodong were slaughtered by Jiannu at that time, which forced Jiannu to break into the pass and loot again and again. What they looted was not only money and grain, but also Dingkou.

Jiannu himself would not farm. The stolen dicks were driven by cattle and horses. If he was slacking off, he would whip them down.

Although Jiannu has entered the pass, his nature has not changed. If they were captured, how could he have a way out?

They didn't dare to look at it anymore, and instinctively buried their heads deeply.

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This army was sent by the Qing regent Dorgon to collect the Jueluo Bahana tribe and Shitingzhu tribe from Shandong.

Walking in the front were the Manchurian Zhenglan Banner Cavalry, with about a thousand cavalry.

Then there was a black Manchu Zhenglan Banner and the Han army's red flag infantry, both of which were well-equipped and brightly armored.

Further behind were some ragged men and women. They were in groups of more than a dozen people, pulling trucks of supplies and moving forward with difficulty.

Finally, there are some Manchurian Zhenglan Banners and Han Army Red Banners behind the palace. They also have another function, that is, to supervise these Han men and prevent them from cheating or even escaping.

Because Dorgon's order was too sudden, Jueluo Bahana had no time to recruit auxiliary soldiers, so he simply arrested the Han people to transport supplies, food and grass according to the old method he used to rob the west.

These Han people were completely used as animals.

In the eyes of Jueluo Bahana and others, the lives of these Han people were like grass and were not worth mentioning at all. They were consumables. As long as they could help the army transport food and supplies outside the city of Dezhou, all of them would be worth it.

Anyway, if Texas is conquered in the future, the soldiers will plunder and then capture a group of new ones.

This Han man has no other ability, he can just give birth, like a pig or sheep. Are there so many Han people in Shandong who are still afraid that they will not be able to catch people?

"Don't be lazy!"

A Manchu Zhenglan Banner soldier threw his whip off and drew a bloody hole on the back of a strong Han man.

The Han man was stumbled and almost fell to pieces. After standing firmly, he did not dare to complain at all and continued to pull the car hard.

As for the Han army's Red Flag Flag soldiers who were also supervising these Han people at the end of the team, they rarely beat them up, and at most they only scolded them.

This is not because they found out with conscience, but because most of the strong men brought by departure from Beijing have died, and the rest can barely support Texas.

If they are all killed, they have to catch the strong men. But where is the one in a hundred miles in the radius of this bird?

If the strong men cannot be caught, the baggage will be transported by them, the Han army's red flag soldiers. There is no way, who told them that the bannermen of the Manchurian Zhenglan Banner who were walking with them? You can't ask the Manchurian Banner to pull the carts themselves, right?

But the people of the Manchurian Zhenglan Banner did not think so. In their opinion, the march was difficult, and whipping these strong Han men was a way to enjoy themselves.

Anyway, if these Han people were killed, there were those Han army who had red flags on them, they didn't have to work hard.

So what if these strong Han men did not make any mistakes? Just be happy!

"June, please drink it. The old man is going to die of thirst."

An old man felt dizzy and sat down to the ground with a plop.

A Manchu Zhenglan Banner soldier whipped it hard and scolded: "You are a scammer, you are obviously just trying to be lazy."

The whip whipped the old man's right shoulder, and he curled up in pain.

The strong Han men on the side slowed down and looked here in a daze.

"Okay, aren't you thirsty? I'll give you a drink."

After saying that, the flag soldier from the Manchu Zhenglan Banner actually unbuttoned his belt and urinated at the old man.

"Drink, drink, I'll tell you to drink enough."

The Manchu Zhenglan Banner soldier had been urinating for a long time, but when he was venting, he was naturally very happy.

I was so pitiful that the old man was so embarrassed that he was sprayed with urine.

Several Manchu Zhenglan Banner soldiers not far away also came over, unbuttoned their belts and urinated. In an instant, the old man was already wet.

Seeing this, Chen Shuncai, who was standing aside, somehow felt sad. He gritted his teeth and leaned closer and smiled, "Brothers, you can just beat such people, there is no need to worry about him."

Seeing this, the soldiers of the Manchu Zhenglan Banner turned their heads and saw that they were talking to a Han army bannerman, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Haha, when will Hangou be qualified to speak in front of me?"

Chen Shuncai was stunned and then said angrily: "I am not a Hangou, I am a bannerman! I have been carried by my master."

The leader of the Manchu Zhenglan Banner flag soldier said disdainfully: "Han dog is a Han dog, and even if he raises the flag, he is a Han dog. In my eyes, you Han dogs from Liaodong and the southerners are no different. You are just a few days earlier to be coated slaves for Manchu Banners. Why, do you really think you are a bannerman? Tell you, Han dog, in my eyes, you will always be a coated slave!"

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