Chongzhen Daming: Starting from Coal Mountain

Chapter 676 Countdown to Destruction

The Dashun cavalry left as soon as they said they would, and soon disappeared from sight.

However, to be on the safe side, Xu Yingwei still sent an infantry battalion and a mountain artillery battalion to guard the north of Baliqiao, and then ordered the rest of the ministries to clean up the battlefield.

Chongzhen immediately came to the camp of wounded soldiers in the main formation of the Chinese army.

It is customary to visit wounded soldiers as soon as the war is over.

This is by no means formalism, but an affirmation of the importance of the wounded.

Seeing Chongzhen, the wounded soldiers of the new army and Guo Zisheng were very excited.

A wounded soldier from the new army who was seriously injured was struggling to get up, but accidentally hurt his injury and fell back onto the stretcher. Chongzhen hurriedly stepped forward and squatted down in front of the stretcher for the wounded soldier.

"Don't move." Chongzhen said, "Heal your wounds with peace of mind."

But the wounded soldier smiled miserably and said, "Long live, the villain is no longer good."

Chongzhen glanced at the medical student standing beside him, who shook his head sadly.

Chongzhen sighed softly, turned his eyes back to the wounded, and asked softly: "Yu Agou, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

The officers and men of the new army of Ming Dynasty all had an identity card, and Yu Agou's identity card was hung around his neck. On the front was written Yu Agou's three italic characters, and his native place was Huating County, Songjiang Prefecture.

"Long Live Lord, the villain heard that after Jiannu is eliminated, Beizhi Town will be built?" Yu Agou asked with difficulty.

"Understood." Chongzhen instantly understood Yu Agou's implication, "Yes, we will build the Beizhi Zhentai."

Then it didn't mean that Agou spoke again, Chongzhen said immediately: "The eight infantry towns that participated in the Battle of Baliqiao will all be automatically converted to the town soldiers of Beizhi Town, including the soldiers who died in battle, all his rights and interests It will also be inherited by his eldest son, if he has no heirs, he will choose one of his sons to inherit it."

"The villain is relieved." Yu Agou breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately the look in Agou's eyes faded away, and when Chongzhen stretched out his hand to probe his breath again, he was already silent, and he dared to hang this breath just to ask this matter clearly.

Now that my wish is fulfilled, I can die with peace of mind.

Chongzhen stretched out his hand to gently caress Agou's cheek, and Yu Agou closed his eyes forever.

Chongzhen took off Agou's identity plate again, handed it to Xu Yingwei, and repeated what he had just said to Agou to all the wounded soldiers.

All the wounded soldiers shouted long live three times.

There is no better reward than this.

Each person has 25 mu of favor land, and there is no tax.

Coming out of the wounded barracks, Chongzhen asked Jiang Tianyi again: "How many Guo Zisheng died in battle?"

"Two hundred and nine." Jiang Tianyi said with a heartache, "There are more than 200 serious injuries. Even if some Guozisheng can be cured, they will not be able to join the army again."

"Two hundred and nine?!"

Chongzhen's voice couldn't help raising an octave.

The sacrifices of these Guozisheng are regrettable.

Then again, Chongzhen didn't expect these Guozisheng to come forward.

The situation at that time was far from the time when the sons of these countries were required to fight for righteousness and death.

But in any case, it is an indisputable fact that [-] Guozisheng have died for the country, and many Guozisheng are seriously injured or even disabled.

Those who died in battle need generous pensions.

Tablets are required to enter Valhalla.

Those who are seriously injured and disabled also need to settle down.

Chongzhen immediately turned his head and said to Wang Jiayan: "Wang Qing, I have something to discuss with you."

"Your Majesty's words are serious." Wang Jiayan said hastily, "Just tell me what you need."

"About the matter of the Beijing Imperial College, I still have to discuss with you, the Imperial College, the sacrifice of wine." Chongzhen said, "I plan to let the Imperial College student who was seriously injured and disabled in this battle come to the Beijing Imperial College as a teacher. Would you like it?"

"I can't ask for it." Wang Jiayan was overjoyed when he heard the words, "With such a scholar who understands the righteousness as a teacher, he can definitely teach the sons of the country who also understand the righteousness. This is a good thing, and there is no reason for me not to allow it."

"It's settled." Chongzhen said, "When they recover from their injuries, they will go to the Imperial College to take up their posts."

While the two were talking, Xue Zongzhou, who had completed the monitoring task, just returned to the main line of the Chinese army. Xue Zongzhou was one of the few Guozi students who were not injured, and the blood on his shirt was still wet.

"Come here." Chongzhen beckoned Xue Zongzhou to come over.

"I remember that you and Wang are both from Fu Shan's hometown now, right?"

Xue Zongzhou saluted, and replied: "Your Majesty, the student and the current brother are both from the same hometown of Fu Zhangyuan."

Speaking of Wang Jinjin, Chongzhen sighed again and asked, "Where are the remains of Wang Jinjin and other students who died in battle?"

Immediately, Jiang Tianyi led Chongzhen to the back of the wounded barracks, and a tragic scene immediately appeared in front of Chongzhen. The remains of more than 200 scholars in shirts were neatly presented in front of him. The picture was still very shocking.

In particular, the remains of many scholars are still stitched together. For example, Wang is now stitched together in two pieces.

"My heart aches." Chongzhen said sadly, "What a good student, young, passionate and capable, but hastily withered on the battlefield of Baliqiao."

Jiang Tian pursed his lips, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Only Xue Zongzhou said proudly: "My lord, the reason for my scholars to study in my life is to cultivate myself, govern my family, rule the country and the world. Today I can fight for the clothes of the Han family, for the Confucian ancestral temple, and for the country and society of the Ming Dynasty. Death on the battlefield is also what it deserves, and now, brother, when I know it under the spring, I will tell the Holy One that I have no regrets in this life."

Only Xue Zongzhou said this, and Jiang Tianyi is not qualified to say this.

Chongzhen nodded, and issued an order to cremate the fallen Guo Zisheng and the new army officers and soldiers.

After visiting the wounded soldiers and the dead Guo Zisheng, Chongzhen returned to the Chinese army.

Before he could catch his breath after sitting down, Gao Qiqian rushed over to report: "Long Live Lord, Zheng Gejian is back, and he also captured an old friend of Long Live Lord."

"My old friend?" Chongzhen frowned and asked, "Who is it?"

"Hong Chengchou." Gao Qiqian said with a chuckle, "Do you count as an old friend of the Long Live Lord?"

"Hong Chengchou? You really are my old friend." Chongzhen at this time is no longer the original version of Chongzhen, so he doesn't have the deep-rooted hatred of the original version for Hong Chengchou.

But no matter what, this is an eternal second minister.

While speaking, Zheng Sen had escorted Hong Chengchou to Chongzhen.

Seeing Hong Chengchou's embarrassment, Xu Yingwei, Jiang Tianyi and other scholars wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. It was very hard to hold back, but those little eunuchs had no scruples, pointing at Hong Chengchou's official robe and the words on his face Whispering, the volume was just enough to reach Hong Chengchou's ears.

Hong Chengchou was so ashamed that he almost got into a crack in the ground.

A lot of complicated emotions were mixed together, Hong Chengchou simply closed his eyes.

Zheng Sen straightened his body and paid a military salute to Chongzhen: "My lord, on the way back, I ambushed a group of Ba Yala from Jiannu, and even captured Hong Chengchou."

Chong Zhen only gave Zheng Sen a look, thinking that you really know how to work hard.

It's just that being able to capture Hong Chengchou's second official is also considered a great achievement.

When his eyes turned to Hong Chengchou again, Chongzhen's face became serious: "Hong Chengchou, when you surrendered to Jiannu, did you ever think that you would have today?"

Hong Chengchou let out a long sigh and said: "Qi Zou Shengshang, the sinful minister has nothing to say, and he has no face to defend himself. I just ask the holy majesty to give the sinful minister a good time."

"Hehe, are you keeping the festival for the slaves?" Chongzhen sneered.

"No." Hong Chengchou sighed, "As a second minister, how can there be any integrity at all? The criminal minister's wish for death is just to live without face in the world."

"Want to die? It's not that easy to want to die." Chongzhen said coldly, "It's even more impossible for me to give you pleasure. There will be a special yamen for trial for a second-hand minister like you, and what crime will you be convicted of?" What kind of punishment should be beheaded, should be exiled, should be sentenced to hard labor, and everything should be handed over to the Secretary."

Hong Chengchou sighed again, even if he wanted to be a special prisoner, he couldn't get it.

"Put it down." Chongzhen waved his hand to signal the imperial guards to take Hong Chengchou down to watch.

At this time, the infantry towns that were pursuing had already returned to the Baliqiao camp one after another.

Teams of prisoners of war also returned to the camp with the attacking infantrymen.

Most of the prisoners of war were practicing bravery, followed by the Eight Banners Han Army, the third was the Green Camp, and the least was the Eight Banners Manchuria. There are not many real slaves in the flag, but this is not because the real slaves are stubborn and refuse to surrender.

Two yellow flags and two white flags are really stubborn, almost fighting to the last.

But the two red flags and the two blue flags are not. There are still many real slaves kneeling down and begging for these four flags.

However, the officers and soldiers of the new army are already jealous, especially the soldiers of the new army in the central army, as long as they see people with money tails and can't speak official words, they will directly stab them into a sieve and kill them at sight.

Therefore, the number of real slaves captured alive is very small, not even 1.

However, there were more than 9 Eight Banners Manchuria participating in this battle.

The remaining 8 were either killed in battle or stabbed to death by the new army.

Also, the captives of Eight Banners Mongolia and Outer Fan Mongolia have not yet been escorted back.

If nothing else, Cavalry Town won't be able to return until the evening.

As for the Eight Banners Mongolia and the Outer Fan Mongolia, it is definitely impossible to wipe them all out.

After all, the cavalry is different from the infantry. They run fast, and if they flee in all directions, it is especially difficult to catch them all. Therefore, it is absolutely impossible to wipe out the Eight Banners Mongolia and the Outer Domain Mongolia.

But annihilating half of them should be fine.

Sure enough, in the evening, small groups of cavalry escorted teams of prisoners of war back one after another. These prisoners of war may be hundreds or hundreds, all tied into long strings with hemp rope, like clusters of grasshoppers. Very embarrassed.

In addition to the prisoners of war, Cavalry Town also brought back a large number of war horses, ranging from dozens to hundreds of horses.

At the same time, the collected slave-building weapons have also piled up into hills, such as flintlock guns, Hongyi cannons, Franc cannons, camel swivel cannons, etc., in addition to a large amount of food and supplies, tens of thousands of them at every turn.

After this battle, the demise of Jianu has entered the countdown.

(End of this chapter)