I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

Chapter 064 "You" and "We"

Chinese people have loved to watch beheadings since ancient times.

But who doesn't like to watch such exciting things?

The citizens of Paris are experienced in this respect.

Among the Indians, the Mayans are experts in this area.

But this time it's not just beheading.

The public trial of the prisoners this time is to once again demonstrate the martial arts virtues of the Ming Dynasty to the people, and it is also to remind everyone once again who is the real enemy.

German scholar Schmidt said bluntly in his book "The Concept of Politics" that the eternal theme of politics is the struggle between ourselves and the enemy.

In order to figure out who is "we", it is necessary to ask who is "you".

It can be said that the emergence of "you" shaped "us".

Once "you" disappear, then "we" also cease to exist.

For example, when "you" is north of the Yangtze River within a province, then for ordinary citizens in southern Jiangsu, "we" is limited to the three small cities of Suxichang.

The Ministry of Internal Fighting was born from this.

When "you" is defined in the so-called men in charge of the patriarchal society, female boxing was born.

Of course, Zhu Fugui cannot use such a narrow "you" to create such a narrow "we".

The empire on which the sun never sets in the future will eventually fall apart and become a cloud of history because it has never properly dealt with the standards of "you" and "us".

But now, within the newborn fourth Ming Empire, there are Chinese laborers and Yin people.

Yin people come from different tribes.

There are also Cantonese, Fujianese, Hakka, and Jiangsu-Zhejiang people among the Chinese workers.

It is foreseeable that under Zhu Fugui's rule in the future, there will still be people from Sichuan, North China, Northwest, and Northeast...

Well, people from the Northeast probably won't have one for the time being.

Just 3 years ago, the idiot-like Manchu Qing government was cheated of more than 100 million square kilometers of land in the outer northeast by the weak Tsarist Russia who had just suffered a disastrous defeat in Crimea.

The excuse used by the Russians was to help mediate the British and French coalition forces and let them withdraw from Beijing.

however……

Mediation a ghost!

In Crimea, hand in hand with the Ottoman chickens to beat Mao Xiong fat, it is the fucking Anglo-French coalition forces.

I was just beaten up so much that my own mother didn't recognize her, so she turned around and said "give me some face", how could the Russians have such a big face?

But the Manchu Qing government was really bluffed, and sent the Outer Northeast out in vain.

It is said that the bannermen are cubs who sell their fathers and don't feel sorry for them. In fact, most of them are wrong to blame them.

Not only did they not feel sorry for selling the land of the Han, but they also sold the land of Longxing of their ancestors without blinking an eye.

If someone sells the country and cedes the land, at least it can be heard, and most of them can be exchanged for something.

This group of talents is really not worthy of betraying the country, so it should be regarded as sending the country.

The Manchu Qing government suddenly realized that in order to prevent Tsarist Russia from going further south, it had to make up for it in the tenth year of Xianfeng (1860).

However, it was not until 1877 to 1878 that the "Ding Wu Qi Famine" broke out in the Central Plains, and the people in North China and Shandong began to "break through the Guandong" on a large scale.

So today's Northeast is basically a piece of white land.

In short, it's like when you arrive in the Northeast, it doesn't matter whether you are from Hebei or Shandong, everyone is from the Northeast.

Regardless of whether you are a local or guest of the ten-thousand enmity in your hometown, or a Jiangsu and Zhejiang people who always like to make small calculations, or a Yin person, as long as you come to Daming, you are Daming people, that is "we"!

And the "you" who are used to shape "us" are naturally these white-skinned colonists!

As a result, the lumber mill, which was making a lot of money every day, also shut down for an unprecedented day today, and all the people of Ming Dynasty had to come to the public trial meeting.

Because there are too many people, the original square of the Yunwu Tribe is no longer enough.

The location of the public trial was chosen to be an open area in the lower valley of the logging factory.

One by one, the prisoners with mental breakdown, sunken cheeks, and the shape of defeated dogs were dragged up by the mighty and strong Fourth Banner fighters.

Zhao Aqian, the judge of the Provisional Military Tribunal of the Royal Army of the Ming Dynasty, took a loudspeaker and began to read their crimes.

An elderly captive with red hair and long beard couldn't hold on at first, shouting "Erkang—Erkang—" and went crazy.

Then, some shouted "Xianggong", some shouted "Master", and some shouted "Brother and sister-in-law, Happy New Year".

"Look, under my brilliant heavenly power, Europa's clown can only pretend to be crazy in order to survive!"

Zhao Aqian learned the sonorous voice of the North Korean announcer without a teacher, and angrily rebuked, "However, the wise and powerful Holy Son of Heaven will not be deceived, and the kind and simple sons and daughters of China, their blood will not be in vain. flow!"

"Whether it is begging for mercy, whether it is stubborn resistance, the genocidal gangs of slavery in North America and the Manchu Qing Dynasty must be destroyed!"

"Execution!"

"Erkon—"

"Ziwei—"

boom! boom! boom!

With a burst of crackling gunshots, all those inexplicable roars stopped.

Because the execution guns are relatively primitive, in many cases, even a direct shot to the back of the head cannot kill a person with a single shot.

Out of humanitarian considerations, the soldiers smashed the medulla oblongata with bayonets, ending the criminal life of these colonists.

Since then, the first victory of the First Division of the Ming Army, the "Macheguan Victory" has officially come to an end.

But the strings of the whole army have not let up.

The grassroots officers naturally didn't know that Long Live had already played with the supervisor of the Plash Mine.

I don't even know that these mine protection teams were killed by the two sides together.

Facing the highly likely reprisals from the mines, all fighters have high morale.

I don't know who took the lead, more than 100 professional soldiers, as well as armed workers who have participated in military training, spontaneously shouted and sang:

"Defend Marshal Zhu with arms!"

"Eliminate the Manchus, eliminate the white slave owners!"

……

"Master Wang, how is it? Is my people's hearts solid?"

Not far away, Zhu Fugui was standing with a middle-aged man smiling, listening to the roar of mountains and tsunami.

This middle-aged man was Hua Gong Wang Jie. He had a complex expression at this time, but he still had a duck paw in his mouth.

Since being rescued, Wang Jie has not said a word.

Originally, he wanted to go on a hunger strike.

In ancient times, Boyi and Shuqi did not eat Zhou's millet, and now Wang Jie wants to follow suit, and come here to not eat Ming's millet.

However, Shuaifu Kang is really delicious.

Reject Zhou Suyi, reject bright noodles, to be exact, reject the monosodium glutamate, oil, salt, and spices of modern industry, it is really too difficult.

Especially when Zhu Fugui learned that this stubborn middle-aged man was from Hubei, he even resorted to Zhou Heiya's big killer.

This combination of modern fast food industry and regional traditional cuisine can easily capture the taste buds of this nine-headed bird.

Now he has three meals a day, three fresh bean curds, soup dumplings, hot dry noodles, siu mai, shredded beef and beans, fried dough sticks wrapped in glutinous rice, simmered soup, paste soup powder, noodle nests, and Zhou Hei Ya.

Zhu Fugui gave him enough face as a corporal.

Let Comrade Lao Wang's words "I am incompatible with the Han thief" still unable to say it.

That's right, he really wanted to say that Hans and thieves are incompatible.

"The inner gate cannot go to the court for three days, and there is no way to see Tianwei so close.

30 people were disarmed and surrendered, and Splendid Frontiers became widely recommended.

Tomorrow, when the wind and captives come, who will be able to fight against the city?

……

Stepping on the side dust with tears, worrying about the palace courtyard.

Looking back at the southeast of the Han Dynasty, the moon is high, and the wind and sand break the face.

The white grass and yellow clouds are endless, and the west building is still separated from Tangcheng Lake. "

This is the phrase "fat a white horse" written by Zhang Xian, a hardcore traitor in the Yuan Dynasty.

This guy with the same name as Zhang Xian, a famous anti-gold general, is from Shanyin, Zhejiang.

If you haven't studied it carefully, at the first glance of this song "Fat the White Horse", you still think that the author is some kind of high-minded anti-capitalist.

But this old man regarded himself as a scholar of the Yuan Dynasty all his life. After the death of the Yuan Dynasty and the establishment of the Ming Dynasty, he became a monk, ate fast and recited Buddha, and became an old man of the Yuan Dynasty.

And the "captive rider" in this poem refers to none other than Zhu Fugui's ancestor, Zhu Yuanzhang's army.

The "Han Yue" in the poem is his master of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty.

"Nanzhou Guanpei is middle-aged and old, and the stars in the North Pole are real in their dreams. They meet and smile when they meet, and they are gray-haired and white-haired old immigrants."

In these few sentences, I renew and blatantly tell the sadness of my motherland going north and becoming a star, and I, a survivor, can only meet in my dreams.

Sad, deplorable, hateful!

In fact, whether it is Wang Jie or Zhang Xian.

Judging by the cultural values ​​of traditional Chinese scholar-bureaucrats, it cannot be said how treacherous they are.

Loyal ministers do not serve two masters, which is commendable in many cases.

But still the same.

This kind of loyalty is useless when it is not clear who is "you" and who is "us".

Zhu Fugui brought him to this public trial to help him figure out this issue.

Even if you don't want to be an enemy of Manchu.

But in this Citigroup, the white colonists are the "you", and we, the yellow-skinned fringe people who may be exterminated at any time, have to become the "us".

This is not what you want or don't want to control.

"His Majesty……"

Listening to the earth-shaking, passionate singing, Wang Jie finally figured out who "we" are.

He knelt down, "Sinner Wang Jie, long live my greetings!"

Chapter 065 Death Knell

During this period of time, Comrade Tang Sangui lived a very good life.

After throwing a few thorns to the Chinese gangsters, he no longer has any constraints in the Plash mining area.

He recruited some rednecks, reorganized the mine protection team, and took all the power into his hands.

In addition, the most intuitive feeling of the Chinese workers is that Mr. Donald Tang is really a kind man.

Not only did he treat the Chinese workers in a friendly manner, but he also changed his previous style, prohibiting the foremen from arbitrarily punishing the Chinese workers and deducting the wages of the Chinese workers.

Of course, life in the mining area is still very difficult, but after all, it is much better than before.

The only thing that makes people feel strange is that this Mr. Tang loves chatting with Chinese workers for nothing, and even calls himself a lover of Chinese culture.

He also has a Chinese name.

Master Tang proudly announced that the Chinese laborers could also call him Tang Sangui, or "General Sangui".

This familiar name made the Chinese workers look at each other in dismay.

But after all, no one said much.