Chapter 172 Cut off his hand

Chapter 172 Cut off his hand

Chapter 172 Cut off his hand
In the morning in Liaodong, the sky was just getting light.

The mountains are looming in the hazy morning light, like the back of a giant beast, quietly overlooking this land that has experienced war.

The light blue light from the sky dispelled the darkness.

They had long been prepared for the coming day, but were powerless to dispel the heavy atmosphere on the battlefield.

On the battlefield, the smoke of gunpowder has not yet cleared.

The tattered flags fluttered in the wind, and war drums and trumpets were scattered all over the ground, bringing with them an indescribable sadness.

The battle that lasted all night ended.

Soldiers were either standing or sitting, busy in the dim morning light.

Arrange weapons, clean up the battlefield, collect prisoners, treat the wounded, and plunder property
The soldiers' faces were filled with fatigue.
Compared to fighting on the battlefield, cleaning up the battlefield after victory is bound to be a headache.

Just the care of the prisoners and the wounded was a big deal.
The prisoners groaned and begged, hoping to get a bite of food.

The wounded kept wailing, begging for priority treatment by shouting
But these people all knew the truth that the remnants of the Northern Yuan Dynasty were the Ming people. Thanks to the Ming people's good reputation for treating prisoners well, they did not hesitate to wail.

Of course, there were some people who didn't know the truth and endured the pain, refusing to cry out even in death.

The royal court treated the defeated tribal captives very harshly.
If they can survive, they will survive. If they cannot survive, they will feed the green grass on the grassland.
So they didn't dare to shout, for fear of being stabbed again.

The battle went very smoothly. The front scouts attacked from both sides and easily defeated the grassland people who were still able to resist.
Prince Huining and Marshal Duoyan were captured and held in solitary confinement.

As for the other grassland people, a preliminary statistics was made just after dawn.

Lu Yunyi was in Marshal Duoyan's military tent at this moment, looking at the booklet sent by the clerk, and couldn't help showing a strange look.

Kill 600 enemies in the front battlefield and 1,000 enemies in the rear battlefield.
There were only more than thirty soldiers from the grassland who came to fight alive, and the remaining three thousand soldiers and four thousand civilians in the camp knelt on the ground and begged for surrender.

At this time, a cold wind blew, bringing with it the unique smell of rust and blood on the battlefield.

Lu Yunyi couldn't help but frowned, looking up at the young clerk in front of him with a worried look on his face.
Then Lu Yunyi handed the military report back to him, looking helpless:
"How fierce a battle would it take to reduce the number of people to only thirty? Do the grassland people have such a strong will to fight?"

Facing Lu Yunyi's question, the young clerk blinked his innocent big eyes.

He took the military newspaper and opened it with hesitation:
"Sir, I swear that I have not concealed anything. My colleagues and I have verified this many times and there are no omissions."

Lu Yunyi's face darkened, he looked up at the young clerk, and couldn't help but sigh:
"It's nice to be young."

The clerk tilted his head, a puzzled look on his face and confusion in his eyes.

Seeing him like this, Lu Yunyi sighed helplessly and lowered his voice to whisper his instructions.

"Add all the 3,000 soldiers in the camp who are not resisting to the battlefield. The only ones who will surrender are the civilians!"

The young clerk was stunned for a moment, then a look of realization appeared on his face.

Then he said yes with a serious face and started to make changes.

Nearly 2,000 people fought, but only 30 survived.

This is simply a deliberate attempt to gain military merit by killing everyone.

But if we add those three thousand people, it would seem much more respectable.

1,700 enemies were killed, 3,000 surrendered, and another 4,000 civilians surrendered.

Although the casualties were a bit higher, if the army's disciplinarian asked about it, Lu Yunyi could evade the question by saying that the enemy's resistance was fierce.

Soon, the military report was revised. The clerk nervously handed the report over and whispered:

"General, isn't it inappropriate to act this way?"

"What's wrong with that? We didn't kill any innocent people to gain credit. We just killed more people."

But the next moment, Lu Yunyi turned his gaze to the military newspaper, his face full of shock, deep confusion in his eyes, and he couldn't help but stretch his neck forward.

"Four thousand seven hundred enemies were killed, four thousand civilians surrendered, and thirty were wounded."

Lu Yunyi only felt his throat dry and as if there was a fire burning in his throat.

He looked left and right, took off the long knife from his waist, and slammed it on the table.
The clerk was startled and felt uneasy, thinking that the general was dissatisfied, so he said quickly:
"Sir, do you want to change it?"

Lu Yunyi picked up the long sword and put it into the clerk's arms:
"Take my sword and kill all three thousand captives."

what?
The young clerk blinked and hesitated between the long sword and the clerk.
Before he could react, the military newspaper hit him in the face, followed by Lu Yunyi's angry curse:

"Rewrite it and ask your superiors how to make a military newspaper!!!"

The young clerk's eyes widened, not knowing what was going on.
But thinking that he was not going to kill the three thousand prisoners, he quickly put down his sword and ran away.

He bumped into Liu Heiying who came in hastily.

"Be careful. Why are you so impatient?"

Liu Heiying looked back and muttered, and finally came in front of Lu Yunyi and smiled:
"Brother Yun'er, the battlefields of the two camps have been cleared.

The bodies have been buried, the fire has been put out,
The prisoners were escorted to the Liaowang Village and kept together. Everything here is over."

As he spoke, Liu Heiying's expression became extremely strange, and he moved closer, looking very funny with his shifty eyes.

"Brother Yun'er, the King of Liao has been clamoring to see you, saying that you didn't keep your promise."

Lu Yunyi raised his head angrily, with a strange look on his face:
"Don't keep your promise? Don't talk nonsense."

"The King of Liao said that Brother Yun'er would arrange a meeting between them today, but the fight started last night."

Liu Heiying laughed as he spoke, without feeling guilty at all.

He knew the inside story and participated in the formulation of the strategy throughout the process.
Although they came to ask for surrender, they had no intention of negotiating from the beginning to the end. They only wanted to defeat them first.

It is easier to negotiate with him in the camp than at any other time.

Lu Yunyi blinked his eyes, thinking of what he had said to the King of Liao in the camp yesterday afternoon, and his face was calm:

"So that's what it is. How about this? You go and bring Prince Huining and Marshal Duoyan over and let the three of them meet.
On normal days, they fight overtly and covertly, but now that they are captured, they are huddling together for warmth. "

Liu Heiying also understood, his face looked strange, and he nodded thoughtfully:

"Brother Yun'er, I'll arrange it right away. Oh, there's one more thing."

"what?"

"Marshal Duoyan has been clamoring to meet the general who defeated him. He seems a little crazy, but I don't think there will be any problems."

"Don't worry about him. He's young and crazy. He'll be fine if he goes hungry for two meals."

In the front scout camp, Liao Wang Azhashili was pacing back and forth in the camp, feeling anxious.
There was confusion and worry on his face, and his expression was extremely depressed.

He is already old, and since those Ming people started fighting yesterday,
He never slept, and was always worried.

He was afraid that these Ming people would kill them all and leave no fire in Liaowangzhai.

Fortunately, the war ended quickly.
Judging from the number of prisoners transported, although Prince Huining and Marshal Duoyan suffered heavy losses,
But it did not lead to the annihilation of his clan and this was his only consolation.

At this moment, several shouts and curses were heard from outside the military tent.
"Be honest and don't move!"

"Let me go, I am the former Marshal Yuan Duoyan, you can't be rude to me!!"

"What a lousy marshal! If you don't behave yourself, I'll take you back."

The quarrel made the King of Liao open his eyes slowly, and his heart, which had been hanging in the air, slowly settled down.
"It's good that you're not dead... It's good that you're not dead"

Soon, the curtain of the camp was lifted.

Several soldiers in armor and armed with sharp weapons escorted Marshal Duoyan in.

Behind them was the slightly embarrassed King Huining.

But unlike Marshal Duoyan's tying up,
King Huining, like King Liao, was not bound, but his clothes were slightly wrinkled.

Seeing them, King Liao suddenly felt a complex emotion in his heart.
Although the three of them have always been at loggerheads with each other, now that they are in trouble, they actually feel a sense of sympathy for each other.

The same was true for King Huining. After seeing King Liao, he could no longer conceal his grief.
The two of them walked quickly, hugged each other, and burst into tears!

There was a sense of sadness in the military tent, causing the escorting soldiers to look strangely at Marshal Duoyan in front of them.

Instead of feeling any sorrow, he continued to struggle.

With disheveled hair, he looked like a madman, and his voice kept echoing in the military tent, full of sorrow. "I want to see the general of the Ming people, let me go!"

"I haven't surrendered yet, let him fight me!!"

The soldier escorting him showed a trace of impatience.

If there hadn't been evidence from many sources proving that he was Marshal Duoyan, people might have thought he was a lunatic.

The soldiers pushed Marshal Doyan hard. Marshal Doyan staggered forward a few steps and was about to fall, but was quickly caught by the King of Liao and the King of Huining.

"Stay still, the general will come to see you in a moment."

After saying this, the soldier turned around and left without any hesitation.

There were only three people left in the military tent.

The King of Liao looked at the young Marshal Duoyan with concern and asked:
"Toluhuchar, are you okay?"

Marshal Duoyan's eyes were sharp, and he looked straight over, with a hint of a sinister smile on his face:
"King Liao, if you were not trapped,

We two don't need to come to help, you are the one who harmed us.
I have already told you to let me defend the gate, you can't defend it!! "

The Liao King Azashili looked a little gloomy. He said nothing, but silently let go of the hand that was holding Marshal Duoyan.
King Huining felt that the person in his arms suddenly became heavier, causing him to stagger, but fortunately Marshal Duoyan managed to stand on his own.

"This battle is my fault. I misjudged the enemy. If I had known earlier that they were Ming people, oh well."

"So what if he's an Akito?"

Marshal Duoyan had a grim expression on his face and spoke through his teeth.

"Then there is no need to fight this war. We can just surrender to preserve our strength and avoid causing our tribe members to suffer heavy losses in vain."

The Liao king's voice was hollow and filled with deep regret.
He was only able to realize it after a number of elite soldiers were killed one after another.
But it was too late by then, and he could only build a stronghold to protect himself.

King Huining looked serious and nodded slightly:

"It's a pity that it's too late now."

Marshal Duoyan shook his head left and right, taking in the expressions of the two men, and couldn't help but feel some sorrow and despair in his heart.

"Look at you guys, do you still have any courage of the Yuan Dynasty? It's a waste to give you the surname Borjigin."

At this point, the King of Liao did not intend to argue with him. He glanced at him calmly, pulled the King of Huining to sit down together, and said calmly:
"How can a defeated general talk about courage?"

Marshal Duoyan was furious.

But because he was tied up and his body was squirming violently, he couldn't vent his anger.

The King of Liao ignored him and looked at the King of Huining.
Both of them are old and won't live long.

Now that they have been hit by a sudden disaster, they just want to settle the matter as quickly as possible.

"Prince Huining, please help me think about what this Ming man is planning.
Neither kill nor release, just trap me there like this."

"Fool, they didn't kill you in order to lure us here.
If we were not on the expedition and lacked soldiers and food, we would not have been defeated so easily by the Ming people." Marshal Duoyan said angrily.

A trace of helplessness flashed across the eyes of the Liao King, and he sighed:
"Toluhuchar, we are all defeated generals.
The current plan is to consider the clan members and Liaowang County,
Even if you say everything here, can you still turn defeat into victory?"

As soon as the voice fell, a loud shout suddenly appeared outside the military tent:
"it is good!"

Then, the curtain of the military tent was lifted.

A tall and young figure walked in. It was Lu Yunyi with a smile on his face.

"As expected of the former Yuan Liao King, he knows the current affairs and sees the situation clearly, which saves me a lot of effort."

"Who are you!"

Marshal Duoyan's eyes narrowed, and he sensed a strong sense of danger from the man in front of him.

Especially the indifference in her eyes when they glanced at him, which made him feel inexplicably angry.

It was indifferent, like looking at a springtail in the grass.

"My name is Lu Yunyi, and I am the chief of the scout department of the front army of the conquering army. I have come to mediate the feud between the Northern Yuan Dynasty and the three of you."

"Lu Yunyi? Never heard of him!"

Lu Yunyi looked over and smiled:
"I am very familiar with Marshal Duoyan's name, but it's a pity that you are not as good at commanding troops as the legend says, which makes me a little disappointed."

"You!!" Toluhuchar's eyes widened and bloodshot, and he spoke fiercely:
"You used evil tactics."

"Warfare is the art of deception. If you are not good at using troops, you cannot blame others."

As he spoke, a hint of disdain appeared at the corner of Lu Yunyi's mouth:
"You come out to fight at such a young age, without even considering your own abilities or whether you have learned enough skills. If you lose, you must admit defeat."

After this was said, except for Lu Yunyi and Marshal Duoyan,

Everyone present, whether it was the King of Liao, King Huining, or the guards, had strange expressions on their faces.

Liu Heiying, who was standing in the back to join in the fun, muttered to himself silently:

"Brother Yun'er is talking nonsense again."

The strangeness in the military tent also made Lu Yunyi realize that he had said the wrong thing. He coughed lightly and said in a deep voice:
"I came here to convey the will of General Lan Yu, and to invite the three kings to join my Ming Dynasty to discuss great things together."

"Don't even think about it!" Marshal Duoyan shouted immediately.
"Fight me to the death if you dare. What's the point of attacking from behind?!"

"Noisy." Lu Yunyi's eyes were full of ferocity, and he said coldly:
"Someone, chop off one of his hands."

After these words were spoken, the two soldiers behind him walked straight into the military tent without any hesitation.
Without further ado, he pushed Marshal Duoyan to the ground, untied him, and tried to expose his hands.

The faces of King Liao and King Huining changed drastically.

Marshal Duoyan Toluhuchar also had a glimmer of fear in his eyes.
Hold on to the rope tightly and don't let them untie it.

The King of Liao said quickly:

"General Lu, Tuoluhuchar is young and frivolous, and he said nonsense. I hope General Lu will not mind it and let him go this time."

"Yes, yes. This kid has been arrogant since he was young. He doesn't know how powerful the Ming Dynasty is, so he talks nonsense. General Lu, please forgive him for once."

Lu Yunyi glanced at Marshal Duoyan who was pinned to the ground, and frowned slightly:
"Why are you silent? I thought you were a man who was not afraid of death."

Lu Yunyi looked at the two soldiers who had stopped moving, frowning slightly:
"Why are you stopping? Cut off one of his fingers as a lesson. If he keeps making noise, continue cutting."

The two soldiers continued to move, while King Liao and King Huining breathed a sigh of relief.

Cutting off fingers is better than cutting off hands, at least you can still hold a knife in the future.

"Cut off your thumb."

Lu Yunyi watched the soldier put the long knife on Toluhuchar's little finger and suddenly spoke.

As soon as these words were spoken, Marshal Duoyan, King of Liao, Huining, and King of Liao, changed his expression drastically!
"General, please go around."

Puff! !

Before the Liao King could finish, the obscure sound of a long sword rubbing against finger bones could be clearly heard in the military tent.

It was also accompanied by a scream from Marshal Duoyan!
He looked down and saw that Toluhuchar's thumb had fallen into a pool of blood.
Although Toluhuchar was screaming,

But he was not in pain, but heartbroken and desperate.

Without the thumb, the soldiers would not be able to hold the sword, which was a tactic often used by the Ming people to treat prisoners.

It is also a way to distinguish prisoners of war from ordinary grassland people.

For Toluhuchar, cutting off a thumb was

Not only was he unable to hold the knife, it also meant shame, meaning that he would never be able to wash away the fact that he had become a prisoner of the Ming people.

If given a choice, Toluhuchar would rather have one hand chopped off.

"Well, bandage him up, use the best herbs, don't waste time."

Lu Yunyi suddenly thought that these herbs were bought by the grassland people from Liaodong.
Now that they are used on Tuluhuchar, they have returned to their original place.

(End of this chapter)