The big world Zhuo Bufan talks about is naturally not something that Yi Zhihua can understand. Since Zhuo Bufan said that he must go deep into the enemy camp, all she could do was to risk her life to accompany them.
Human life is very fragile. People who are wandering on the line of life and death may never get up again if they fall. Sometimes, life is tenacious. On this winter night in the North, because of the bonfire that protected life, no one froze to death except for a few seriously injured soldiers. At this time, Zhuo Bufan felt very grateful to the little Tartar. However, looking at the situation and estimating the journey, I am afraid that there are still ten and a half days to reach the destination. Without food, I am afraid that I will not be able to hold on for a few days. At the same time, because of this unexpected and rare non-cruel behavior of a Tatar, Zhuo Bufan thought a lot and couldn't help but ponder.
At this time, in the former Tatar brigade that was pulling out of camp, several Tatar officers were bowing to face the young Tatars with respectful expressions.
"Isn't this inappropriate?" One of the middle-aged generals raised his head and said hesitantly: "Allocating the soldiers' rations to these humble slaves of the Chinese nation, this"
A young officer next to him also said angrily: "The barbarians refused to surrender for more than a year, and so many of my sons were killed at the foot of Songshan City. Hmm, giving them a way to survive is already a great grace!"
"This has indeed never happened before, I'm afraid", an old general also hesitated to persuade.
The little Tatar glared and said angrily: "My father ordered you to learn more and think more, but it seems to be in vain. You were only obedient when you met, but in fact you know nothing. Forget it, I won't tell you more, leaving the big Chinese behind. My father's life is also what I want, so just do as you please. I'm so angry."
As he said that, the little Tatar actually turned his head and walked away. However, these generals looked at each other but did not dare to say anything anymore and could only do as they were told. There was no other reason. Since it was the intention of the Great Khan, there was naturally no room for bargaining. , and the words spoken by the Lord in front of him cannot be underestimated.
Something unexpected happened again. Those Tatars actually started to distribute the urgently needed food, including dried meat, and pasta which is common in Dahua but very valuable in the grassland. Although it is not much, in this situation, every bite Food could save a life. Even Zhuo Bufan was a little surprised at this moment. With food and firewood available for warmth, the escort journey, which was supposed to be a narrow escape, became no longer so scary. However, the expression on Zhuo Bufan's face was more solemn than when facing a crossbow that might be fired at any time. Looking at the grateful expressions of the Dahua sergeants, Zhuo Bufan felt alarmed that he had underestimated the Tatar after all. This move is indeed powerful. You must know that this can definitely be regarded as treating prisoners kindly. Even if the Chinese army clears out the civil strife and hungry people, it may not be able to do this. Involuntarily, Zhuo Bufan looked solemnly at Hong Chengchou, who was still covering his head with a blanket. The better the Tatars surrendered, the greater the pressure on Hong Chengchou. Even he could not predict the future situation.
Take it one step at a time. Zhuo Bufan believes that no matter what situation arises, he will definitely have a way to deal with it. There are ready-made examples around him. I am afraid that even those historians would not have thought of what happened to such a notorious traitor in history. . It is true that I played a big role in this, but who can guarantee that the reasons in history that I am familiar with must be correct. The victors are princes and the losers are bandits. History, to be precise, official history, is actually just the history of the victors. Certain truths have either disappeared in the long river of history, or have become unofficial histories spread on the streets. The so-called historical research is actually strictly speaking a bargain with time and evidence.
Only Zhuo Bufan can enjoy this kind of pleasure of making history.
We kept walking for more than ten days, and the Tatar soldiers, who were famous for their brutality, also started to treat prisoners preferentially. The Tatar soldiers who were rarely merciful were harsh, and the confused Dahua soldiers were suspicious and worried, but at least this Let these Dahua soldiers who surrendered save their lives. Along the way, they gradually learned from the mouths of the Tatars that the whole army had been annihilated in the East China Sea during the breakout. This actually made these soldiers of the Great Hua Dynasty secretly rejoicing. Even the occasional scoldings and riding whips seemed to be less serious. It¡¯s so hard. When Jianzhou City appeared on the horizon, both the escort and the escorted breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing Jianzhou City once again surprised Zhuo Bufan. He had various imaginations about the Tatar capital, but he still could not imagine the scene in front of him. Different from the circular outer city of Dahua City, it is as majestic and extraordinary, and the architecture is also very detailed, changing the crude and wild imagination of Zhuo Bufan. Every once in a while, there is a tall tower with a round spire on the city, which not only adds exotic features to the city, but also greatly strengthens the city's defense function. After entering the outer city, the inner city that came into view was very familiar. It actually looked like the common Dahua Square City. The combination of Chinese and Western styles, each taking advantage of its own strengths, is a direct impression of Zhuo Bufan.
cityThe layout inside also shows the characteristics of Jianzhou City. The vast urban area between the circular outer city and the inner city is mostly filled with non-permanent tents. There are Tatar military camps stationed here and there, as well as a large number of herdsmen and traders. The seemingly messy and difficult-to-distinguish layout actually has strict regional divisions, but Han people who don't know what's going on generally can't understand it. The inner city is a completely different scene. The streets here extend in all directions and are obviously well planned. The buildings are neat but have their own characteristics. There are a large number of Dahua-style buildings, as well as exotic buildings with strong Western and Northern styles. Frankly speaking, from the perspective of city planning and management, although the Tatar Jianzhou City is far from the capital, it is still better than the average Greater Washington City.
It was just an initial impression, and there was no chance to understand it carefully, because as soon as he arrived in Jianzhou City in the morning, Hong Chengchou became the focus. Correspondingly, Zhuo Bufan and others, who were Hong Chengchou's personal guards and helped the Tatars prevent Hong Chengchou from committing suicide, also became the focus. .
The prison car and the accompanying Zhuo Bufan and others were taken to a courtyard. This courtyard was a small courtyard in a large house. At first glance, it looked like a courtyard in the capital, with gray tiles and cornices, wooden pillars and red walls. Revealing a rich Dahua style. The group of people accompanied the prison car and were under the strict supervision of elite Tatar soldiers. People kept coming in from outside, but they didn't answer, they just looked at them from a distance, and then turned around and left without saying a word. There were probably more than a dozen people in front and back, some wearing official uniforms who looked like civil servants, and some wearing armors shouting and cheering. Seeing it like a rare thing made everyone feel angry, except Zhuo Bufan.
You look at me, I look at you, I won¡¯t suffer. Zhuo Bufan looked at various characters with interest. In the eyes of others, the same foreign barbarians are indeed very interesting in my own eyes. For example, the armors worn by the Tatar generals are quite similar to those in Qing operas. They have high heads and red tassels, shoulders and ears, but they are definitely not the fake canvas copper nails in the TV series, but cowhide copper nails. There was a dark oily sheen, not that glamorous, but it contained murderous intent. A tight-fitting fish scale armor is protected under the wide outer robe, with a little bit of hair exposed on the shoulders. In Jianzhou, this tight-fitting little armor must be a very valuable thing. But those civil servants were very different from those in the TV series. Most of them wore leather robes and Hufu, and there were no official rank indicators. Zhuo Bufan was very curious about how they distinguished their official ranks.
After two or three bored hours of peeping and counter-peeping, suddenly another group of people came rushing through the door, and in the middle came a Tatar with his hands behind his back. He was not angry or intimidating. The most peculiar thing was that this person was actually in the body. Wearing Han clothes, the Tatars around him looked extremely respectful, and the guards also bowed in salute. Zhuo Bufan took a closer look, but his heart skipped a beat, because this was an acquaintance. This was the first time that everyone saw a Manchu wearing Hanfu in Jianzhou, the Tatar stronghold, and this Manchu was none other than Dorgon, who had escaped alone.
Zhuo Bufan couldn't help but shrink his neck. Dorgon had faced off against him before, and he must have hated himself very much. There was no doubt about this. There was nothing strange about the others, but they peeped at the Tatar in Hanfu out of curiosity, including Yi Zhihua and other people from the Shenyin Camp, who had never seen Dorgon at all. Zhuo Bufan clearly remembered that Dorgon was a sensible person among the Tatars, and he hadn't been there for too long. Looking at his frowning, melancholy and cold look, I'm afraid he hadn't recovered from that failure yet. Not sure. At first, he just went up there bravely, but now Zhuo Bufan knows very well what ten thousand cavalry means to the Tatars.
No matter how you think about it, Dorgon should still remember how much he hates him, which is a bit not good. In the end, Zhuo Bufan didn't do anything special. He knew that in this situation, he could only bite the bullet and hope to get through. His current appearance had changed a lot. Yesterday, he almost didn't recognize himself when he looked at him in the water on the roadside.
Dorgon walked directly in front of everyone casually, and first looked at Hong Chengchou, who was still wrapped in felt in the prison car. Hong Chengchou seemed to feel something, and lifted the blanket for the first time, and curiously met Dorgon. Gon's gaze. Suddenly, Dorgon raised his eyebrows and his eyes flashed with energy. Hong Chengchou was also shocked, and his distracted eyes immediately became bright, and they looked at each other without giving in.
The atmosphere in the venue suddenly became a little tense and quieted down instantly. The two looked at each other. It seemed like a long time but it seemed like just a moment. Suddenly, Dorgon grinned.
"I have admired the name of General Hong for a long time, but when I saw him today, he is indeed a dragon among men." Although his words were stiff, Dorgon's Chinese seemed to have improved a lot.
Hong Chengchou narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice: "The defeated generals don't show courage. Hong only wants to die." As he said that, he actually pulled up the felt again, causing the surrounding Tatar soldiers to shout angrily.
Dorgon snorted coldly, raised his hand, and the place was silent again, but Dorgon actually stopped looking at Hong Chengchou and looked at everyone casually.
Suddenly, Dorgon's eyes stopped in mid-airZhuo Bufan stood silently beside him, and for a moment, Zhuo Bufan felt a chill welling up in his heart.