"Tell your mother to be stubborn." Zhang Xianzhong pulled out the barrier knife from his waist, walked towards Zhou Wenyu, and grinned, "See if your neck is as hard as your mouth."

Zhou Wenyu suddenly panicked and shouted: "I am a court official, a third-rank military officer, and a general in the camp. Do you dare to kill me like this?"

"Third-rank general? I have met the general, deputy general, and general, but I have never killed the imperial officials. The chieftains who have killed all the way are fake officials, which is not enough!" Zhang Xianzhong laughed and kicked Zhou Wenyu over. When doing such a thing, Zhang Xianzhong didn't like helpers. It was already a consensus among the hunting cavalry team that Lao Zhang liked to come by himself. No one around came to rush to ask for helpers, although ordinary battalion commanders were rarely bleeding and did not even have to rush forward in fighting. Killing is usually left to new recruits to practice courage. Even if there are no new recruits in the hunting cavalry, the old soldiers were usually handed over to new soldiers to do it. No one was willing to dirty his hands for no reason.

However, Zhang Xianzhong has always done such things by himself, and he will do them very meticulously, cleverly and full of fun.

"Zhang Xianzhong, the hunter, is probably stupid." This sentence is also widely circulated.

It is said that Zhang Han also knew it, but after hearing it, he laughed. Later, he instructed that as long as he did not violate military discipline, Zhang Xianzhong would be the only one who could not have some hobbies?

Torturing the enemy and shocking the enemy is a good thing.

Zhou Wenyu really didn't expect that he would be killed in the snow. He began to roll and beg for mercy. In front of the life and death threshold, the person who was guilty also revealed his true face. His tears and snot flowed down, and his lower robe was wet, which was obviously scared to urinate.

Zhang Xianzhong watched this man look ugly with interest. He didn't know much about Zhou Wenyu, but only knew that this man was a confidant general around the Governor of Ji Liao, and was previously a flag-plaque official who was quite trustworthy.

After looking for a while, Zhang Xianzhong said to the hunting cavalry around him in a very contemptuous tone: "Look, these are still the generals of the Ming Dynasty, the ones the masters of the Bird Egg Pavilion and the Governor believed the most. Damn, in terms of backbone, they are really not as good as ours. Our birds can be tough for a while."

Everyone laughed loudly, and the hunting cavalry rode on horseback, smoking cigarettes, and looked at the senior military officer of the court with contempt.

Indeed, it is too natural to take it and beg for life by rolling in front of the stern-hearted hunting cavalrymen, begging for mercy and handing over tears.

If a man who is a little tougher, he will not be seen as a monkey show. The hunters also respect real warriors. When they meet those tough Mongolian men in Mobei, the hunters will be treated with seriousness and will not make fun of the lives of those men, but will cut off their heads seriously.

"General Zhou Shen, don't learn this way." Zhou Wenyu rolled in the snow, and the hunting cavalry laughed loudly. Ming An Taiji, who was beside him, couldn't see it and persuaded him: "It's a knife, and you'll die if you die. Who can't die forever? In short, why do you have to die hard?"

Zhou Wenyu was stunned and stared at the old Taiji, who was both white and white.

Zhang Xianzhong came over, looked at Ming'an Taiji with interest, and said, "Ming'an Taiji, I know you. I originally thought it was Oba Taiji who would rebel, why are you?"

"It's all from Korqin." The aging Ming'an Taiji smiled and said, "I always have to test the tribe to see if there is any other way. If there is really no way, I will be content with Lord Zhang. I want to come out and try it. Of course, it's me, a half-dead person, to try it. Do you think this is the reason?"

"It's true." Zhang Xianzhong raised his thumb and praised: "You are old, and you are not confused."

Ming An smiled and said, "Actually, I still like you Lord Zhang very much. When I met him ten years ago, he was still a half-year-old child. At that time, I saw that he was extraordinary, calm, smart, and wise…"

"Bad." Zhang Xianzhong spat and cursed: "If you really see that he is extraordinary, you may have taken the blame at that time. You Mongolians are not convinced by us Han people, it might as well, let's take a look in ten years!"

Ming An smiled and did not argue. Of course, different ethnic groups had different treatments. If he could really go back ten years ago and knew that Zhang Han was a Han Chinese who could unify the grassland, he would definitely kill Zhang Han without saying a word, and would never have hesitated. Perhaps the current situation is that the grassland will become more and more prosperous, the herdsmen's lives will become better and better, and the Taiji people can also have a decent income and live a good life.

But if you keep the eagle in a cage, even if you feed it meat every day, it will still feel that it cannot stretch. Mongolia has split for too long, and even its own sweat cannot be obeyed. It is like commanding various tribes with its arms and fingers. Now Hutchison has unified the grassland and surrounded each Taiji, and it is not as good as raising eagles. It is directly raised by Taiji as pigs.

Now I have given Taiji some privileges. It is estimated that in more than ten or twenty years, the old Taiji will almost die. Now these treatments will be gradually cancelled until Taiji becomes a meaningless title and slowly disappears completely.

It is obvious that Hutchison will promote Chineseization in the grassland, Chinese language education, Han people's clothing, Han people's residences, Han people's books, language, and history. Zhang Han is very determined in this matter and will not think about retaining Mongolian characteristics.

This characteristic will make the nation always unite, which is not conducive to a unified country. It will either integrate into it or always have different intentions and ambitions. Therefore, Ming'an and others understand very well that there may be no real Mongolians in a few decades.

"It's good." Mingan smiled again and said, "If we have slap and fail, then accept our fate. We are not as strong as others, that's it."

Zhang Xianzhong said coldly: "You defeat Xiangyang, Hangzhou, and you will fight to Yashan. We couldn't beat you at that time, and we didn't say anything. Now you can't beat you, so of course you didn't say anything."

Ming An said calmly: "I hope to die without bleeding."

"This is OK."

Zhang Xianzhong took a step forward, grabbed Zhou Wenyu who was sighing with his eyes closed, and was about to cut off Zhou Wenyu's head with his waist knife.

"Mr. Yuan will avenge me..."

Before Zhou Wenyu could finish his words, a cold blade flew across his neck and cut most of it off. He couldn't speak, so he could only stare at Zhang Xianzhong, blood gushing out from the cut, and also from the mouth, nose, ears, etc.

"Avenge your mother's revenge." Zhang Xianzhong did not cut it off, and he was a little annoyed. He pressed his hands on the back of the knife and pressed it hard for a few times.

The smell of blood became stronger, and a group of Korchin Taiji were watching, and several Taiji suddenly fainted.

"Useless waste." Zhang Xianzhong stood up with Zhou Wenyu's round eyes, and the minced meat and blood were thrown on the snow, looking shocking.

Most of the hunting cavalry around them looked indifferent, and they had done too much of this kind of thing.

How did Mobei subdue? It would never be the result of the hunting cavalry running to reason with the three khans of Mobei.

A small number of new recruits looked pale. Most of them were transferred from the Dragoon troops. The hunting cavalry was expanded to two regiments. It was impossible for the recruits to be rebellious and bandit-like. Many of them were ordinary people with a bit of a thorny personality and were difficult to control, so the boss brought them to the hunting cavalry camp.

These recruits are the so-called new recruits. They have been in service for at least one year. The Hunting Cavalry Battalion will not want pure recruits, and they cannot keep up with the team if they are not good at riding skills.

They may have seen blood and fought wars, but when they saw such a scene in front of them, they still turned black.

"Let me open my eyes widen my eyes!" Zhang Xianzhong carried the head of the soldiers and roared, "The Han men also chased the north and fought with the Huns and Turks in blood. If they did not chop off their heads, they would come to chop off your heads. If they dare not kill people, they would be killed. The new dynasty is the time to use troops. If they look like they are jealous of blood, they will be used as soldiers, make achievements, and make achievements? The Ming Dynasty did not value martial arts. Our new dynasty is the way out, and they are respected and have a high status. When those people look at you, think about whether you are like this when you see a head of someone?"

This is a fact. All the recruits opened their eyes wide and tried to look at the bloody head with discomfort and nausea.

"Very good," Zhang Xianzhong nodded with satisfaction, lifted up the black military boots stained by mud, frowned and looked at them, and then ordered: "Now you start lifting the gallows."

The tools were all ready-made. Hundreds of New Army soldiers were dispatched to carry the gallows. Several officers came to Zhang Xianzhong. One officer said dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing? How good is the knife to chop the head? Our people can practice and they will die happily. You have to set up a rack, strangle it with a rope and kick it for a long time. What do you think?"

Zhang Xianzhong glanced at the group of listless Taiji, and then looked at the more prisoners not far away. A large number of middle-level officers were picked out, and several teams of dragoons rushed to the snow here with the selected officers.

"Damn... there are a lot of people, so you have to set up more gallows." Zhang Xianzhong muttered, turned his head to the officer and said, "There is no way. People just need to pay attention to a person who dies without bleeding. Looking at so many tens of thousands of prisoners, if we cut them all down, let alone whether the Korqin people will cause trouble, the superiors will not be able to spare us."

It is an old tradition for Mongolian nobles to pay attention to not bleed and die. In fact, they all believe in the Yellow Cult now. In the past, when immortality was the age of heaven, this was the focus. People would not be able to go to heaven if they bleed and die. This is the old saying, and it is also fun. If you can kill people, you have to pay attention to methods to avoid causing a strong emotional rebound.

A military official smiled and said, "The Beilu may think so. It is appropriate to not be able to defeat us and be executed, but we cannot insult their nobles, nor can we let them go to heaven. If that happens, many people will be dissatisfied. For our military department, it is a trivial matter anyway, so they will just do it."
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