Ming Taizi's Total War

Chapter 213
"Brother Lin, do you think the emperor will save our lives?" The person who spoke was a pawn under Wu Sangui. His name was Dongzi. He killed his relatives in his hometown, leaving him alone in the cellar without being discovered.

From then on, Dongzi became an orphan. In the cold Liaodong, he came to Shanhaiguan. At first, he served as an auxiliary soldier of the Guanning Army, doing some chores of polishing armor and weapons. Later, when he grew up, the officer of the Guanning Army saw him. His tall figure is not bad, and he knows the basics, so let him join the army and serve as a soldier.

"We will definitely. Didn't we work just now? I heard that the emperor will ask us to cultivate official careers for him in the future. The imperial court will definitely save our lives." It was Brother Lin Dongzi was talking about. His full name is Chen Lin, and like Dongzi, he also comes from Liaodong.

But he has military status, he is 30 years old this year, and has been a soldier in the Guan Ning Army for more than ten years.

"But we just fought with the emperor's army and killed people in the emperor's army. Can the emperor really let us go?" Dongzi felt uneasy in his heart. He always felt that Zhu Cixiang would not let people like him go so easily.

What Chen Lin is most afraid of now is that Zhu Cihong will kill the prisoners. If this happens, none of them will survive. After hearing Dongzi's bad words, he jumped up as if his hair had exploded and pointed at Dongzi's nose.

"What nonsense are you talking about, why don't you let us go?"

"We are rare elite soldiers in the world. We have fought on the battlefield for decades. We have fought against the Qing army, the peasant army, and the Ming army. Tell me, how many such troops there are in the world, and we can fight anyone. "

What Chen Lin said is quite right. Wu Sangui's Guan Ning Army fought against all major forces in the late Ming Dynasty, but is this really a good reputation?It's just a family slave with three surnames.

While the two were arguing, a small flag officer suddenly walked up to them with several heavily armed Ming army infantry.

"What are you mumbling about here?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Chen Lin was afraid that if he offended the officer of the Ming army, the other party would wear shoes on him, make things difficult for him, or even kill him quietly, so he hurriedly apologized with a smile.

Although the little flag officer on the opposite side was half a head lower than him, Chen Lin still willingly lowered his head in order to survive.

"That's good. Don't have any evil intentions. The imperial court has mobilized 10,000+ troops here. Even if you turn into birds, you won't be able to fly out." The little flag officer was afraid that these people would escape, so that he would be punished by his superiors. , so he advised.

"Affirmatively not." Chen Lin assured with a strong promise.

Hearing the words of the little banner officer in front of him, Chen Lin was even more sure that his people would not be killed, because if these Ming soldiers wanted to kill them, they would definitely let them escape on purpose, so that the Ming soldiers would not be killed. There is a legitimate chance to hunt them down.

It's a pity that he is all self-comforting. No matter what he thinks, what he says, or what the soldiers of the Ming army say or think, they can't change their fate of dying.

"You fifty captives, come with me. His Majesty ordered us to repair the official roads to facilitate the march of the Ming army. Come with me to dig the soil."

The reason given by the Xiaoqi officer is very appropriate. The large troops of the Ming army are rushing to the Tongguan battlefield. It's a normal thing.

Digging soil is also a building material that must be used to build roads. Although the ancient Chinese civilization has many inventions and superb building skills, but limited by geographical conditions, in most parts of the Central Plains, using soil as building materials will always be a must. One of the most cost-effective things.

Walking behind the little banner official, Chen Lin complacently said to Dongzi beside him, "Look, let me just say, we are still useful, the emperor will not kill us, and they still count on us to build official roads Woolen cloth."

"Maybe we will need to build barracks for the army, build fortresses, transport supplies and so on." Chen Lin has never been so eager to work.

Because only labor can prove their value, and they can't be killed like a mustard.

The end of the Ming Dynasty was a truly troubled time. If an ordinary person had no ability to work, his value would be lower than that of a livestock, or even an old hen. After all, old hens could still lay eggs, but they could not.

Hearing Chen Lin's words, Dongzi didn't say anything, because he always felt that things would not be so simple. How could these heavy labors be handed over to them, a group of big soldiers who can only kill, instead of the civilian husbands in the rear.

In fact, many people felt that something was wrong, even Chen Lin felt it, but he dared not admit the facts, he always made up lies to anesthetize himself.

Two thousand captives kept working on both sides of the road. Because the Central Plains is a loess land, the soil is soft and not very hard, so they soon dug a large pit after another several meters deep.

When digging so deep at the beginning, some captives expressed doubts, thinking that such a deep pit should not be dug, but the Ming army paralyzed them with the reason that the surrounding land would be reclaimed in the future and the refugees would be resettled.

At dusk and sunset, the work of these captives finally stopped. At this moment, about half of the captives engaged in digging stayed in the pit, and the remaining half remained on the ground because they had to transport soil to the sides of the road.

Seeing the setting sun, the captives who stayed in the deep pit sensed that something was wrong, so they asked the Ming army to let them go up.

Originally, a wide slope was left to transport the soil out of the deep pit, but the Ming army deployed heavy troops here to block it, and no one could pass through it.

"Let's get out, we've finished digging."

"Why don't you let us go out, I want to go out, I want to go out, woo woo."

Realizing that they had been deceived, these tough men sat down in the pit and wept.

It is a pity that they have to pay the price for what they have done. None of the Ming soldiers who have just fought with them feel that these prisoners do not deserve to die.

Dongzi didn't expect to be killed so soon, and complained to Chen Lin in desperation, "I knew that I would have escaped just now, and the Ming army guarding us is only a few hundred people. If I get mad and run to my death, maybe I can still escape." run away."

Chen Lin licked his lips, "It's not too late."

Before Dongzi could realize what he meant, Chen Lin raised his arms and shouted, "Brothers, if the Ming army doesn't give us a way to survive, we will fight out and find Prince Pingxi."

(End of this chapter)