The wind rises at the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 58 Scars
Holding the file in his hand, Chen Wang asked in a condescending voice.

"All the dossiers are in my hands, and all the sufferers are outside the camp."

The sufferer is naturally not outside the camp, so what Chen Wang said was just to put some pressure on Zhao Huailiang.

"What else do you have to say?"

Zhao Huailiang's face turned pale, and the new battalion officer was not easy to fool.

He had heard Chen Wang speak with a Liaodong accent, and thought that all Liao people should be considerate of each other, but he didn't expect that Chen Wang had been aggressive since he entered the camp.

More importantly, he was already guilty, and he didn't know what the people under him had done during this period.

Sanshui City suffered a defeat. To be honest, he was really downcast, and his spirit was also beaten.

He has been fighting since he entered the camp as a soldier, and the salary he receives in January is not much, and sometimes it is deducted.

But the battle is always going on, no matter how hard it is to fight, it can't be finished. I really don't know when it will end.

First they fought Jiannu outside the pass, and then entered the pass to fight the rogues. They ran back and forth without stopping, and there was no time to take a breath.

Although I was aggrieved at times in Liao Town, at least the military salary was not much short. When I came to the pass as a guest army, many prefectures and counties on the border did not even provide food and grass, so I could only hold on.

If you don't move, you will be looked down upon and looked down upon by others.

It's just a small county magistrate, whose head is almost raised to the sky, looking at people with their chins, and they have to salute respectfully so as not to offend them.

Zhao Huailiang lowered his head, speaking weakly.

"Beizhi was injured in Sanshui, and he has been recovering from his injuries during this period, so he didn't have much control over the affairs of the army."

Chen Wang's eyes moved slightly, he glanced at Zhao Huailiang, and said coldly.

"Since he was injured, why is he still smelling of alcohol?"

Zhao Huailiang hadn't spoken yet, but a Baizong who was standing on the side stepped out of the queue and half knelt on the ground to defend Zhao Huailiang.

"Mr. Qian, Mr. Zhao was indeed seriously injured. He was hit by three arrows and stabbed in the shoulder."

"We were attacked at night in Sanshui. It was Mr. Zhao who desperately captured the East City, and then personally led the team to lead us out of the encirclement."

The Baizong showed an indignant expression, and said in a low voice.

"If Zhao Bazong didn't exist, my brothers and I would all be lost in Sanshui. How could we stand here and go back to President Qian?"

Chen Wang's expression moved slightly, and his eyes shifted to Mr. Bai.

"presumptuous!"

Hu Zhili took a step forward, his eyes sharpened sharply, half of the Yanling Saber from his waist was pulled out, and he sternly reprimanded.

"Shangguan lectures, how dare to interrupt!"

Hu Zhili's behavior was like a signal, and all the family soldiers who followed Chen Wang held down the Yanling Saber on their waists one after another, and the situation was tense in an instant.

The guards outside the school grounds and the servants who were still riding on their horses were also on alert to prevent possible accidents.

Although it was 60 people against 900 people, the advantage was in Chen Wang's hands.

None of the Liao soldiers assembled on the school field carried weapons, and no one wore armor except for the two gladiatorial soldiers.

In the worst case, if there is a mutiny, more than 900 Liao soldiers will definitely lose.

However, the result of inciting a mutiny is undoubtedly a lose-lose situation. Once a mutiny is aroused, it will be as difficult as heaven to have such an opportunity in the future.

Can't restrain even a remnant soldier, can't suppress a mutiny, doesn't this mean lack of ability, who would use such a person?
Chen Wang tilted his head slightly, glanced at the group of Liao soldiers on the school field, and caught everyone's expressions in his eyes.

Many of the crowd showed indignation, and some showed anger and clenched their fists.

Obviously this Zhao Huailiang's prestige among the remnant soldiers is quite high, because his repeated accountability has aroused the dissatisfaction in the hearts of everyone.

However, it is far from enough to provoke a mutiny.

To give kindness and power at the same time, you must first establish your prestige first, and then give kindness.

Giving kindness first will only make people feel weak and deceitful.

Not only because he is afraid of the generals with swords around him, but also because he is afraid of the court.

At this season, although the imperial court has suffered repeated defeats in Liaodong, its prestige is still there.

The Ming Dynasty has been established for nearly [-] years, and it is not that it has never lost.

It's not that there are people who lost worse than Liaodong, and tens of thousands of elites were wiped out in a civil engineering change.

But what about the result?
Wala, which was once very prosperous, has long since jumped to a corner, but Daming is still there.

The imperial court killed the rebels, but they didn't see much mercy.

"During the interrogation by the superior, if the subordinate leapfrogged his words, what should he do?"

Chen Wang stared coldly at Mr. Bai who was half kneeling on the ground, took another step closer, looked down at Mr. Bai, and asked in a deep voice.

Chen Gong stepped forward and replied.

"According to the military law, they will be tied up thirty times."

This kind of thing can be big or small, if it is handled according to the most serious contradicting superiors, it can even be beheaded directly.

However, Chen Gong had already received Chen Wang's instruction before, so he only said that he should be tied up thirty times.

"Hold him."

Chen Wang lightly raised his hand, and the two guards in the helmets had already tied up the hundred bosses.

Such a move naturally caused a commotion among the Liao soldiers on the school grounds.

Zhao Huailiang looked very anxious, such things as being tied with military sticks can be light or serious.

If the Thirty Army Sticks are hit hard, it is not uncommon to kill people.

Zhao Huailiang kowtowed again and hurriedly explained.

"Mr. Qian, after I recovered from my injury yesterday, I remembered in the tent that I lost many brothers in Sanshui's defeat. I felt uncomfortable, so I drank alcohol, and now I smell like alcohol."

When Zhao Huailiang talked about the defeat in Sanshui, all the Liao soldiers who heard Zhao Huailiang's words on the Jiangtai school field looked gloomy.

Chen Wang knew why.

Since Sun Chengzong supervised Ji Liao, Liao people were used on a large scale as generals, and then Yuan Chonghuan was appointed as the governor of Liaodong.

It even adopted the method of using the Liao people to guard the Liao land and using the Liao land to support the Liao people. Most of the soldiers recruited in the Liao town were Liao people, and no soldiers were recruited from other places, and the generals were also Liao people.

The recruitment of soldiers in many places in Liaodong is regional, and many people in the first battalion are relatives and friends.

This time Sanshui was defeated, nearly 300 people, more than half of the casualties were only more than [-] people, and most of them had relatives and friends who were killed or injured, so morale was extremely low.

Chen Wang raised his hand to stop the servant who was escorting the Baizong, and then ordered calmly.

"Since you said you were injured, take off your clothes to prove it."

Zhao Huailiang was slightly taken aback, but in the end he clasped his hands together and gave the order.

Hearing the order, all the Liao soldiers on Jiangtai school field showed an expression of displeasure.

Zhao Huailiang knelt down on the ground, with a gloomy expression, first took off the leather belt around his waist, then pulled the collar with both hands, and directly took off the arrow jacket he was wearing.

Chen Wang's eyes were slightly condensed, even though he was used to wars and seeing mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his heart still trembled.

The expressions of everyone on the general stage also changed slightly.

Zhao Huailiang's body was covered with dense scars, with a total of more than ten wounds.

The scars and wounds were like carvings on a stone slab.

(End of this chapter)