The herders lost their last flock, just like the Han people lost their houses and land. The Han people could wander and beg, but the herders did not even have such opportunities. They either became horse thieves, or they could only sell themselves as slaves, or they starved to death, and there was no other choice.

The Han people on the city wall saw the performance of the herdsmen, the fleeing Mongolian cavalry, and of course they also saw the Han people and Han merchants who were killed in Bansheng. Only then did they realize that they did not treat them at all differently and had no mercy or hesitation when they were killed.

"Grandpa Zhao," a young Chinese businessman in his twenties shouted to Zhao who was lying on the city wall, Rong, "Didn't you say that the Taiji people will find a way?"

"Didn't you say that You Yusheng won't really kill someone?"

"We believe in you, that's how you took us to death?"

Zhao,rong dared not speak out, he still had hope in his heart. The Mongols retreated again and again, probably because they were gathering their strength to prepare for the final counterattack. The time might be coming.

"Those who surrender are exempt from death!"

After the killing like chopping melons and vegetables, many cavalry finally shouted forward, asking people to kneel down and surrender on the spot, otherwise the killing would continue.

Almost no one hesitated. After hearing the screams, everyone stopped in place. No one felt that they could escape the pursuit of these killing gods.

No matter the men, women and children, they were kneeling down on the spot. They were shaking all over. The man who had just run wildly was gasping for breath. They saw that the women and children were not killed. All the men were killed, so they were particularly scared. Fortunately, they finally escaped to the moment when they could be accepted as prisoners. Just a few minutes ago, there were still people screaming constantly.

The horse hooves soon appeared in front of people, and no one dared to look up. They heard the cavalry joking. They were just chatting. Some were talking about vegetables on the ground, intending to pull some away in a while, and some were discussing today's lunch. Of course, many people were talking about the war. The cavalry felt that this war was not challenging. In the south, they encountered some resolute resistance. When they arrived at a place very close to Qingcheng in the north, the resistance became weaker. This was called the cavalry feeling boring. In their words, it was over before the movement was done.

Zhao Wen lay on the ground and felt cold all over. His body was very thin. Due to his congenital shortcomings and his long-term study of literature, his body was far inferior to the Mongolians who ate beef, mutton and cheese, even the Han people who had already transformed into life.

Zhao Wen is Zhao, Rong's nephew. The Zhao family is a famous business in Bansheng City. He has been learning words and arithmetic since he was a child, preparing for business in the future of entering the Zhao family. He has been innate and lacks training after his acquired body. He is very thin and he can't bear it. His delicate and white hands are deeply inserted into the land of the vegetable field. The land seems to have just chased the fat a while ago. The smell of smoke and stench makes him dizzy. He almost cries. However, the sound of the snorted horses and the smell of sweat on the horses, the sound of the cavalry, the sound of the armored clothes, and the sound of the killing sounds coming from those who were hiding and unsubmitted. It reminds Zhao Wen that if he wants to survive, he must do it according to the instructions of these soldiers, and ask him to lie down, unless he faints.

Zhao Wen's heart was full of resentment. He heard his uncle talk about the brutality and violence of the Lancers. Today's incident just confirmed his previous impression. These Lancers first massacred and then announced their acceptance of surrenders. In Zhao Wen's opinion, this was a premeditated murder. Unfortunately, here they represented order and law. Even if they were dissatisfied and hatred, they could only choose to endure.

Moreover, Zhao Wen also resented his uncle. Before this, many people in the family persuaded Zhao Rong to leave. Even if He Yusheng could not defeat Qingcheng, the Mongols would not be able to conquer. Last year, the Mongols could not conquer the military fortress guarded by He Yusheng last year. Moreover, He Yusheng's strength was obviously stronger this year. Even if he was unwilling to rely on He Yusheng, he could choose to return to Bansheng after the war. Last year, Zhang Ziming, Fu Qingming and others did this, and of course the Zhao family could do this.

Such a choice is of course the best choice. Unfortunately, Zhao Rong was determined to follow the Mongolians. In addition, he was not treated with high praise from Zhang Han at all, so the old man was furious and simply bet on the entire family.

The result is that the descendants of the Zhao family stick their butts up and lie on the ground honestly, so tired that they trembled all over and didn't dare to change their posture.

I don’t know how long it took, but Zhao Wen heard someone say, “Let’s go, take everyone away.”

"Yes, Sergeant Chief."

"Tie tighter." The "sergeant" said in a jokey tone: "I tied up the prisoners who ran away last time. This time I ran away again. Lu Si, please charge yourself to do hard work."

"Go to your mother."

The extremely rude person named Lu Si cursed, and the chief sergeant didn't care, and laughed and rode his horse away.

Then Zhao Wen heard the sound of someone jumping off the horse, the armored leaves rustled, and then a pair of black military boots appeared in front of him. Zhao Wen was so nervous that he almost dared not breathe. Then he saw a rope in front of him. One end of the rope was a circle with a sliver knot tied. Zhao Wen heard the soldier named Lu Si just ordered: "Put your neck in."

"Ah?" Zhao Wen was startled, tightened all over and almost pissed his pants.

"Hurry up." Lu Si shouted: "In order to prevent you from escaping, everyone will have to trap!"

"Yes, yes, Jun Ye, I'm going to be trapped."

When he heard that it was to prevent escaping, it was obviously not to kill people. He Yusheng executed prisoners many times last year. He heard that he had to stand up wooden frames and hang people alive with ropes. Although this way of death was not to die of blood, he was hung in the air and suffocated to death under the watch of everyone. It was extremely painful to think about it. Just now, Zhao Wen thought he was going to hang himself, which really scared him half to death.

"You are all Han people, but you are your choice to stay in this Mongolian territory." Lu Si asked the prisoners to put their lasso on one by one, and there was no need for women, children and elderly people. The man had to wear lasso on them. While waiting for everyone to put them on, he shouted: "So I treat you as Mongolians. Now you are considered prisoners of Heyusheng. Women and children have to work in the shops of the Heyusheng Company. The man's work should be heavier. After a year of work, he will be released. Then you can go wherever you go. If you have the courage, you will be able to do it.

Those who dare to do things for the Northern Barbarians, or those who are dissatisfied with inciting trouble, or those who want to escape, will be executed without any other punishment. When working, they have a foreman to restrain you, and it is not related to our lancers. You should think clearly and don’t ask us to kill again. In fact, you are already lucky. Lord Zhang is kind-hearted and thinks that you have been deceived after all, or have a last resort, so it will be done in one year. Those Northern Barbarians, males, have to work hard for three years, and women and children are also one year, which is much more tired than you."

When Lu Si spoke at the end, his tone was quite gentle. After all, there were still a group of Han people in front of him, which was completely different from the feuds formed by fighting each other for hundreds of years.

Zhao Wen had already put the rope around his neck. At this time, he had heard that he was going to do hard work to atone for his sins. After hearing Lu Si's last words, he sneered in his heart and said to himself: Cats cry for rats, fake compassion.

He didn't dare to say this really, even though he beat him to death, he could only recite it silently in his heart.

At this time, people stood up and saw that there were about a thousand prisoners around. There were not many Han people left in Bansheng Land. There were still thousands of people hiding in Bansheng City. In addition, some people may have prepared in advance and successfully hid, or hid in Qingcheng City.

Of course, the Beilu were still very vicious to them, but they didn't care about anything when saving their lives.

At this time, the cavalry had gathered together again. Zhao Wen looked towards Qingcheng, and seemed to have not seen the Mongols sending troops. But people from Qingcheng shouted and neighed, so many people must have gathered.

If he saw it, he would probably be even more disappointed. Xi Lingse and others gathered at least 60,000 people in Qingcheng, and there were thousands of people wearing armor. However, all the Beilu quickly hid in the city. Now the city was filled with people. The Mongolians were holding various bows and arrows in their hands, and prepared some stones and wood. It seemed that they had made up their minds to defend the city.

"It's really funny." Lu Si could see clearly, of course, there were many Northern Lu cavalry around the majestic Qingcheng, running around the city, with thirty or fifty or hundreds of people. It seemed that they were running all over the mountains and fields. If it weren't for an army with strong confidence, just seeing the Mongols' momentum would feel nervous, let alone fighting with them. But Lu Si's lancers, including Lu Si, did not take it seriously at all. The seemingly powerful Northern Lu cavalry were simply a group of waste. As long as the lancers received the military order, a gang could drive them all away. These guys would have no will to fight. If they had the determination to fight to the death, they would have caused some losses to the lancer regiment, but their current appearance was almost useless.

The ropes on everyone's neck gradually tightened, and the cavalry first escorted the crying women and children away. They have been very skilled recently and can do things well without much effort.

Even so, everything was done from noon until it was close to dusk. The sounds in Qingcheng became louder and louder, but everyone even felt that the captives had no intention of fighting, and they were just shouting and shouting.

The men were tied up by ropes and stood one by one. There was a lasso under their necks. Although they were not tight enough to make them unable to breathe or speak, they would feel uncomfortable as long as they were slightly more active. Moreover, the more they struggled, the tighter they tightened. Everyone, including Zhao Wen, gave up the idea of ​​escaping, and lined up honestly, leaving slowly under the corners of a few cavalrymen.
Chapter completed!