Chapter 517: Beheading the Non-Officials, and Killing Them Here

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Fang woke up and went to the prisoner-of-war camp.

The so-called prisoner-of-war camp was actually nothing more than an open space surrounded by wooden fences.

When the sergeants patrolling around saw Fang Xing, they all looked at him with reverence.

Today, Fang Xing chose the timing of his attack too well, he wrapped up the rebel army in one go, quite a bit of a famous general's demeanor.

Fang Xing nodded slightly, then stood outside and looked at the captives who were ordered to sit, and ordered: "The Jingguan still has to let the Cochin people do it to be a warning. getting bigger."

The fence was pulled open, and more than a dozen interpreters walked in and shouted loudly.

Fang Zheng led a guard of sergeants to guard outside, while Xin Laoqi led the cavalry to cruise around the periphery. If anyone dared to run, follow Fang Xing's instructions and throw them directly into the Jingguan.

"Ask the prince if he will go?"

Fang Xing wanted to go and have a look.

After waiting for a while, Zhu Gaoxu came with a team of cavalry.

"I didn't engage in Jingguan before in the war, Fang Xing, you still have an idea."

Zhu Gaoxu looked a little excited, asking about Beijing Guan like a big child.

Fang Xing handed over the answering of the questions to Laoqi Xin. He was the one who presided over the project when he was in Taizhou Mansion.

"My lord, there are not enough ox carts."

Fang Zheng came to report with a bitter face.

Solving this kind of problem is obviously Zhu Gaoxu's strong point. He pointed to the captives who came out first and said, "What kind of ox cart do you want? There are more than 10,000 animals here. Ask them to carry them or carry them. Let me get them there."

When the order was given, the captives didn't react at all, they just numbly divided into groups of two or three, then lifted the corpses like this, and moved forward under the surveillance of the Ming army.

Seeing Zhu Gaoxu rushing out first, Fang Xing explained to Fang Wu in a low voice. He watched Fang Wu go back to the city with a trace of sternness on his face.

More than three miles out of the city,

Fang Xing called a stop, and he ordered the woods on the left side of the road to be cut down.

"Uncle, how far to cut?"

"Cut to that trail."

So the captives started logging again out of breath.

Zhu Gaoxu stroked his beard and said with satisfaction: "That's right, it will be seen by those Cochin people, and it will also be a deterrent."

Fang Xing glanced at him in surprise, and felt that this guy's painting style seemed normal.

But Zhu Gaoxu, who has a normal painting style, is not likable!

"However, I think it's best for Jingguan to be on the side of the main road. Fang Xing, what do you think?"

Well, this sentence immediately exposed the prince's true colors.

Facing Zhu Gaoxu who had recovered his true colors, Fang Xing explained: "Although there is an earth seal and lime is sprinkled, but if Jingguan is cast on the side of the road, it will cause epidemic disease if you are not careful."

"Well……"

No matter how stupid Zhu Gaoxu is, he is no stranger to epidemic diseases.

After a major disaster, there will be a major epidemic, and wars are also an important factor in inducing epidemic diseases.

Seeing Fang Xing's mouth curled up sinisterly, Zhu Gaoxu said in a low voice: "If Daming evacuates Cochin, how about making some epidemics?"

"not so good!"

Fang Xing saw that the prisoners were chopping trees in slow motion, so he waved his arm, and said to Zhu Gaoxu, "Unless I, Ming, can seal off the border between Guangxi and Yunnan, this kind of trick will return sooner or later." Daming. Also, lord, aren't you afraid of being scolded by those literati?"

"I'm scared of shit!"

Seeing Xiaodao going to order people to beat those captives who refused to work hard, Zhu Gaoxu nodded with some appreciation, then glared and said: "Do those rotten scholars dare to scold this king?"

"They don't dare to face it, but don't forget that literati have a habit, or some famous literati have a habit."

"What habit?" Zhu Gaoxu asked nonchalantly.

"They like to keep an anthology." Fang Xing said tangled, "Maybe they dare not scold you in person, but they will write it down in an anthology and pass it on to future generations. My lord, your reputation will be rotten."

This is not a lie, when you are a scumbag in the hearts of most literati, then you will 100% be recorded in various anthologies and leave a bad reputation for thousands of years in the future.

Zhu Gaoxu asked in surprise: "What about you? This king thinks you're going to die!"

"I'm not afraid!"

Fang Xing said lightly: "The conclusion is written by the victors, but they will never be the final victors!"

Zhu Gaoxu was confused, expressing that he didn't understand.

"Puff puff……"

The corpses were piled up one after another. The prisoners were indifferent at the beginning, and later they were afraid to approach the pile of corpses that had become higher. Finally, they were forced to continue working under the sword and gun.

"******"

When the Great Beijing Temple took shape, the captives knelt on the ground, howling with tears flowing down their cheeks.

"Fang Xing, are they sad or afraid?"

Zhu Gaoxu had never seen Jingguan before, so he felt a little strange.

"Fear and dread!"

Fang Xing got off his horse and asked Zhu Gaoxu, "Did you write this stele or I?"

"You write."

Zhu Gaoxu felt that Jingguan was nothing more than that, and he had no interest at all.

Fang Xing did it with one stroke, and this Jingguan was considered complete.

At this time, the sky had begun to overcast, and the brigade began to return to the city.

I don't know how long it took, a gust of wind blew dust from the Jingguan, and a head that was not covered was blown out of its original appearance, and those white eyeballs looked straight at the Jingguan stone.

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The moonlight is a little dim tonight, and the visibility is not high.

Several men were hurrying towards this side, and one of them suddenly exclaimed, "The road is blocked."

The men behind followed up, and with some moonlight, they saw a huge mound of dirt.

"Who did it? This road is our trail!"

"Could it be that Ming people found our tracks?"

"Impossible, we are proficient in Daming dialect, how can we be caught!"

"I'll go take a look..."

A man walked over, but tripped over a stone, and almost got a shit. He cursed and turned around to look, and it turned out to be a stone tablet.

"Light the torches."

The torch was lit, and a man handed the torch to the stone tablet while touching the round thing protruding from the mound with his hand.

The man squatting on the ground carefully looked at the stele by the light of the torch, and muttered in his mouth: "Although Cochin is called barren...but the Ming Dynasty must have the wrath of thunder..."

"...Beheading the disobedient ministers, laying stones here, thinking that those who come later will be punished!"

"ah……"

When the man saw this, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and there was another scream from behind, which made him sit on the ground in fright.

"what is it call?"

"ah……"

The man behind him let out a sharper cry, and then he ran towards the dark place without looking back.

"Is he crazy?"

The man picked up the torch on the ground, frowned and moved towards the mound.

The first thing that caught my eye was a dark face, the same complexion as those of the Cochin farmers.

Looking up, a pair of white and cold eyes are looking at him blankly...

The man was breathing heavily, he was covering his chest, his eyes slowly turned...

Those men also came over, followed the torch and looked over in surprise.

Because the mound is too large, you can see a lot of things sticking out.

Several people stumbled and looked along, one of them touched it, and then exclaimed: "It's an arm!"