Be the emperor from the postman

Chapter 573 Surrender (Fourth)

In troubled times, human life is the least valuable thing.

I don't know how many people died like mustard grass without making a sound.

No matter on the grassland or the Central Plains.

The only problem is that in Daming's system, the dead are more valuable than the living.

Living people will waste Daming's food and grass, but dead people will not, and can generate greater value.

Heads are a way to get officers and soldiers promoted and get rich.

It is nothing more than the cheapest heads of rogues, not as expensive as the heads of Mongolians on the grasslands!
He Jinzhao looked at Subtai, who was kneeling on the ground begging to surrender, tapped his fingers subconsciously and said, "Why should I trust you?"

Subtai said: "Tian Khan, the lives of my family are in your hands. If I betray Tian Khan, you can slaughter my family."

He Jinzhao shook his head, leaned back on his chair and said: "I remember that on the grassland, you don't pay as much attention to blood relationship as we do. Your family dies when they die, and you can still find wives and concubines without any burden. , there is nothing to threaten you."

Hearing this, Subtai gritted his teeth and said:
"God Khan, there is also a group of Jurchen caravans in the city, and they brought ginseng and others to Zhangjiakou to exchange food.

Moreover, along the way of Duoyan Sanwei, there is a transfer station set up by the Dajin Transportation Line, which was arranged by Huang Taiji in the past two years in order to conquer Lin Danbatur. "

"Oh?" He Jinzhao's eyes lit up, and he nodded slightly: "In my opinion, this information is somewhat useful, and it is better than killing your whole family as a price tag. I said earlier that I am not a person who kills without authorization."

Subtai didn't dare to refute. In the past few days, truckloads of human heads were always transported from outside the city, and then they were tanned before being transported out of the city.

I don't know how many tribes have been slaughtered, and he is not a murderer.

"I'll kill them all and send their heads, will Tian Khan trust me?"

"Talented, untie him."

He Jinzhao snapped his fingers and smiled.

Subtai didn't expect He Jinzhao to be so happy, he looked up in astonishment, and originally planned to beat his head to bleed to gain trust.

"How many real maidens are there in the caravan in the city, how many people do you need to handle them?"

"God Khan, the size of this group of Jurchens is no more than 600, and I need [-]."

"it is good."

He Jinchao ordered Pan Yu to take Subutai down to select soldiers.

After he left, a Mongolian came out from the side hall, knelt on the ground and shouted God Khan.

"Arufa, you are leading 2000 people to monitor Subtai's actions."

"Yes."

Only then did Arufa stand up respectfully.

He Jinzhao naturally wanted to support a new leader. For their own status, these people dealt with the old forces even more ruthlessly than He Jinzhao personally dealt with them.

This person is the son of Uncle Subutai, who has always wanted to replace Subutai. After he surrendered to He Jinzhao, he took the opportunity to join him.

Fathers are kind and sons are filial, and brothers and friends are respectful. These are the characteristics of the grassland.

For the position of the leader, it is too normal to have billions of points of disagreement.

He Jinzhao had already obtained this situation through Arufa, who had taken refuge in him, and he still wanted to swindle Subutai if he didn't do anything.

Only when two tigers compete, can he be a referee.

Subtai selected a group of his own people among the captives. He found that most of his confidantes were dead, and asked what happened.

After getting the exact answer, it was Arufa who made the trouble, but he just clenched his fists and said nothing.

He wants to rely on He Jinzhao to become the leader of Wuliangha, does he really think that I, Subutai, are made of mud?
There is a large yard in the northwest corner of Manset.

These people combed the hairstyle of the money mouse tail, and closed the gate of the courtyard.

The leader was a Niulu named Wu Dabu, who was good at business and was born with a yellow banner.

His deputy Daji is the one who is good at culling.

Since the whole set was occupied by hammer bandits and patrolled the city, they never opened the gate again.

"Remember, we are just businessmen."

Wu Dabu told the 170 people under his command.

Merchants have a high status on the grassland, mainly because of the lack of supplies, and they rely on them to buy.

Under normal circumstances, merchants would not be robbed. Once no merchants came, life would be in trouble.

What's more, it's hard to say who will be the prey in the end to rob the caravan of this group of Jurchens.

"My lord, I'm afraid we won't be able to escape in a short time." Daji whispered: "It's better to take advantage of the night to climb out of the city wall and escape."

"No, on the grassland, two legs cannot run with four."

Wu Dabu hastily rejected this crazy proposal. This method does not mean that the whole army is wiped out, and there may be one or two lucky ones left.

The most important thing is that their people can die, but the goods cannot be lost.

Otherwise, if you escape back to Shenyang, you will be punished by your master, so you might as well stay here and give it a try.

"Don't worry, this group of hammer bandits will leave eventually, first dig a tunnel, so that we won't be spared when they massacre the city."

Based on their previous practices, it is quite normal to think that the hammer bandits will make a massacre of the city.

While the two of them were talking.

Loud echoes and arrows flying in the courtyard have already appeared.

The Mongols set up simple wooden ladders, straddled the earthen walls, and shot arrows into the yard.

Whoosh whoosh.

The shouts of the Jurchens and the shouts of the Mongols.

dong dong dong.

The wooden door of the courtyard couldn't resist the impact, and fell to the ground with a bang, stirring up a cloud of dust, and a group of Mongolians rushed in.

They went into the yard and chopped everyone they saw, showing no intention of keeping their hands.

"My lord, quickly hide in the tunnel."

Daji grabbed the bow and arrow beside him, kicked open the window, and shot outside.

Under the humming of the bowstring, someone fell down in response.

Standing behind the shield with a knife in hand, Subtai watched the fighting in the courtyard with indifference in his eyes.

Your heads are to ensure that my status will not be lost.

What kind of thing is Alufa? Is Subtai more experienced and more proficient in making dogs for others?

"All the Houjin spies were slaughtered."

Following Subutei's orders, the Jurchens had less and less space for their activities.

Under the pressure of the arrows, even if he was as brave as Daji, he couldn't lift his head up.

He could only hold the shield, rush out of the door, and fight with the Mongols to avoid being baptized by arrows.

"Fire arrows."

buzzing.

Under the flying arrows, Su Butai didn't even care about the lives of his subordinates, so he was still afraid of Jurchen close combat?

Daji was wearing cotton armor and was also shot into a hedgehog.

Subtai stepped forward, cut off his head with a knife, pulled the tail of the money rat, looked around the corpse and said loudly:
"Search for me, even if you dig three feet into the ground, you must never let a Jurchen go!"

Under the high pressure of Subtai, the Mongolian soldiers began to look for tunnels with knives and guns, and counted the Jurchen corpses to see if they were enough.

At least the leader Niulu, Subtai has not seen his body yet.

Arufa, who was watching the battle from a further distance, saw the people from Subtai report to He Jinzhao, snorted coldly, and said nothing.

The good days are still long, just wait and see!
(End of this chapter)