Chapter 218 Great Victory

"Okay!" Zhu Bashiyi nodded quickly after thinking for a while, "When I send Zhang Shicheng and the others away, I will send someone to send you across the Yellow River immediately! But you have to remember that you don't harm the people there. Otherwise, even if Zhu wants to pull you, other red scarves will not let you go!"

"Yes! I will obey the order!" Wang Xuan was overjoyed and quickly bowed to the head.

Since inquiring about Zhang Jiusi and Wang Kerou, he has been planning to get a piece of territory for himself. Now he finally got what he wants. How can he not be overjoyed? As for not harming the people, even without Zhu Bashiyi's advice, he will pay attention to restraining military discipline. The reason is nothing else, and Gaoyou's declaration clearly states. Anyone who wants to harm the people can annex his subordinates and territory at will. If he does not harm the people, other princes of the Red Turban want to annex him, they will hit the face of the presidency of the alliance. Zhu Butuhu, Zhima Li and others will definitely not stand by.

Zhu Bashiyi didn't know that Wang Xuan had already seen the interests in his stomach. Seeing that the person agreed happily, he couldn't help but smile and reminded: "Since you are from a prominent local family, you should know that if the land rent is high, the tenants would rather leave their hometowns than rent land from your home again. In fact, the same is true for managing the place. If you treat the people too harshly, it is equivalent to forcing them to escape. It is better to pay less taxes and accumulate some popularity. With more people, the grain will naturally be more, and other miscellaneous harvests will also increase with the flow."

"The chief executive has taught me a lesson. I will definitely keep these words in my heart and always do them. I have followed Tuohuan Buhua a few years ago to help the evildoer. I have discovered that almost all the places where the people rise up are because the government has exploited them too much!" Wang Xuan quickly gave a tribute and promised confidently.

"Well, just be sure you understand!" Zhu Bashiyi glanced at him and nodded in praise. He was determined to build a Sun Bofu, but he had to build two more kings. Maybe there would be Zhang Mengde and Li Mengde in the future. However, doing this would always be more powerful than letting these good men die in his hands. Even more powerful than to force them to desperate situations, and they had to resign to the Mongolian Yuan court. (Note 1)

"Many generals in my Huaian army come from north of the Yellow River. If General Wang goes there, please take care of him!" Lu Lu Zeng thought about it completely differently, so he found an opportunity and whispered.

He has always disagreed with Zhu Bashiyi's practice of raising tigers. However, in front of everyone, he must maintain the authority of this grandson-in-law, so he can only use some small measures to prevent problems before they happen.

After hearing this, Wang Xuan nodded in a hurry and swore that he would take good care of his brothers' families and would never dare to let everyone have any worries. Otherwise, Lu Changshi could bring troops across the river to question the crime at any time.

"Just understand!" Lu Luzeng also glanced at him and said in a completely different tone.

The swearing swears that if it works, the Great Yuan Dynasty would not have caused wars to spread everywhere. However, at this time of great victory, there is no need to say more about some bad things, and it will not work if it is said. Therefore, the old master just beat it casually and turned to see other situations on the battlefield.

At this moment, the work of destroying the defeated soldiers on the battlefield has basically come to an end. A large number of Mongolian and Yuan soldiers were escorted by the Red Turban Army, which was less than one-tenth of them, and they walked in groups to the temporarily opened prisoner resettlement sites on the canal. There were no less than 20,000 people who had been concentrated, and they looked dark and thick. Some people were caught from further away, walking towards the canal with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

However, except for the appearance of these prisoners looking rather embarrassed, most of them did not have much fear on their faces. Everyone knows that the person in charge of the Nanzheng Dynasty was Zhu Butcher. Zhu Butcher always kept the soldiers and sent the travel expenses if he was willing to stay, and sent the travel expenses if he was unwilling to stay. Things like killing and abuse of prisoners would never be done. If you are lucky, you might be able to have a few meals and some travel expenses, which is more cost-effective than when you were in the army before.

Even the Mongolian soldiers among the prisoners did not seem very depressed after being captured. Zhu butchers were not easy to kill. Whether Han or Mongolian, soldiers or officials, if they were caught by him, as long as they did not arouse public anger, they would at most be fined a sum of money to redeem themselves. The Yangzhou area is relatively rich and there is little turmoil. Those Mongolian soldiers are usually too lazy to even leave the city, so naturally they don’t have time to do anything to arouse public anger.

The only thing that seemed more frightened was the captured Chi-Senma Army. As a nomadic people conquered by the Jurchens and Mongolia, the Khitans had long lost their homes. Joining the army and fighting was almost the only way out for them. Even if they were released on the spot without collecting any ransoms by Zhu Bashiyi, they didn't know where they should go and what else could they do? If they continued to eat the food and salary of the court and do the right thing to do with the Huai'an army, the spray would be hundreds of bullet-like cannons, which were engraved in their memory like a nightmare. Therefore, they were like walking corpses, with empty eyes and despair.

"Don't worry, God will not starve to death the blind family birds!" Many Huaian Army auxiliary soldiers who were responsible for guarding the prisoners changed from the former prisoners. Seeing the Red Army in the Prospecting Horses in this way, they immediately guessed their general idea. For the sake of the overall peace of the prison camp, they took the initiative to step forward and whispered comfort, "Look, brother, I was caught by the Huaian Army on the edge of the Yellow River. Are you alive well now? Don't worry, our General Manager Zhu is a Bodhisattva-minded and will never give people a way out!"

"I can only fight!" The person who was appeased was a 100-household exploring the horse. He looked up at the other party and responded angrily.

"Then join the Huai'an Army! Look at my brother's outfit, as long as he stays in the auxiliary barracks for two or three months, he is still afraid that he will not be able to be a war soldier? Even if he can't be a good man, he will be an official in the auxiliary barracks. He receives no less military pay than a war soldier, and he will not deduct it!"

"I don't want to fight again, I'm tired!" The hundred households of the Red Army sighed, still listless. They had not lost the battle before, but it was the first time they had failed in their lives. This made each of them feel a strong sense of frustration, and they felt that they could not go to the battlefield anymore. Even if they went, they could not adapt to the weapons and tactics of the Huaian Army, so they simply gave up on themselves.

"Then be an instructor!" The leader of the auxiliary soldier glanced at the roving legs of the Khitan centurion and continued to comfort him loudly, "Those who can ride horses will be equestrian instructors, those who can use guns will be guns will be instructors, and those who can use archery to teach new recruits to shoot archery. As long as you are really capable, you will definitely not be able to delay it. In our auxiliary soldier, there are many instructors who are Mongolians. People don't care, who are you doing it with?! I really don't like living in the military camp, and you can also go to the primary school in the government to be that physical education teacher. I teach a group of children to dance with knives and sticks every day! The salary is not much lower than that of being a soldier, and you don't have to turn your head on your belt all day!"

"Really? Can the Khitans be taught?" Not only the centurion, but the Khitans around them lit up their eyes, and they looked forward to asking questions.

After all, it is an unrealistic dream. They can’t farm, and they are far away from their hometowns outside the border, which has long become a strange memory. But teaching a group of children to dance with swords and sticks, bend bows and ride horses is not a very complicated thing. The Khitans’ own children also need parents to teach them step by step from childhood to become qualified soldiers. In terms of talent and qualifications, there is no difference between them and other people’s children.

"Really, it's not just the Khitans. In the primary school, the Semi people who taught the calculation and the Mongolians who taught the falls were all caught by a large number of people." The leader of the auxiliary soldier nodded and responded proudly, "It's just one thing. It turns out that the four-level division method is not particular. The Han people who beat the Mongols to death will still pay their lives. The same is true for the Han people to kill the Mongols!"

"That's it, that's it!" The Khitan men nodded one after another. They have always been treated as general Han people in the fourth-class ethnic division system of the Mongolian and Yuan court. Their status is only higher than that of the Han people in the south, far inferior to Mongolia and Semu. Therefore, there is no slight resistance to the cancellation of the hierarchy difference in the Huai'an army. Deep down, there is even a little bit of approval.

"Tell you the truth! Our chief manager is the reincarnation of the Buddhist son!" The little leader of the auxiliary soldier finally got his wish and eliminated the hidden danger as he wished. His mouth immediately disappeared, lowered his voice a little, and his face mysteriously revealed, "Son of Buddha, have you heard of it? In the eyes of the Buddha, everyone is equal. There is no difference in the sex, Khitan, Mongolia, or sex. They are all humans, all with one nose and two eyes, and everyone is the same as anyone! You guys rest here first, and I will go somewhere else. Manager Zhu is a great man, and we can't delay his affairs!"

As he spoke, he left behind a few Khitans who were very calm and turned to walk towards the other prisoners. While walking, he shouted, "Brothers, don't worry, sit down, sit down, and relax. Who has ever heard of the murder of innocent General Zhu? Haven't heard of it! If you haven't heard of it, don't be afraid. I was like you, and I was also caught in a defeat. Look at me now."

"Grandmaster!" "Grandmaster!" His words were soon overwhelmed by the cheers of a mountain collapse and tsunami. Zhu Bashiyi, Mao Gui and others came over, and the Huai'an soldiers who had won the battle happily surrounded him and expressed their sincere admiration to the heroes they knew. 30,000 (the auxiliary soldiers on his side did not count) and 120,000 (one on the other side counts one), and they won the battle. Zhu led everyone to create miracles again. Following such a hero, why worry about the future that will not be bright?!

Note 1: In official history, after being attacked by Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhang Shicheng once surrendered to the Mongolian Yuan court and was named Taiwei.
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