Nanming Engineer

Chapter 1 Yangzhou Ten Days
"Washing a hundred thousand pieces on the waist, riding a crane down to Yangzhou."

In the story article "Novel" written by Yin Yun, a native of the Song Dynasty in the Southern Dynasties, several scholars who went to Beijing to rush for an exam rescued an old man, but the old man turned out to be an immortal old man. One of the smartest scholars proposed the above poem as a wish.

It was not the scholar who dropped his schoolbag, but Yangzhou from the Southern and Northern Dynasties to the Yuan and Ming Dynasties, which was the contemporary economic center, a place of prosperity for generations, and a pearl on the Huaihe River.Huaiyang Road and Guazhou Ferry are bustling with wealthy merchants. Workshops and shops are scattered inside and outside the city. Industry and commerce are prosperous, the population is dense, and the houses in the city are lined with carved beams and painted buildings.Among the fireworks, people looking for flowers and willows are walking one after another, and the sounds of warblers and swallows are charming. Therefore, Jia Dao, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, said in a poem: "I heard that when I went to Yangzhou, I played the flute and had an old trip. There are so many people coming but I don't see them. Could it be that I went to a lost building?" ?”

Since the Ming Dynasty, Yangzhou Prefecture has been one of the two Jiangbei prefectures in Jiangsu Province. It has jurisdiction over three counties and three states. Its geographical conditions are even more unique. It relies on the Grand Canal for water transportation, with convenient transportation and a developed salt industry. Goods from the south go north, and goods from the north go south , Stimulated the further development of industry and commerce, so Lin Zhang, a man of the Ming Dynasty, chanted a poem in the wind, flowers, snow and moon: "I don't know which bridge the Qinhuai water will be sent to Yangzhou tonight?"

1645, April of the first year of Nanming Hongguang, Yangzhou.

The smoke is everywhere, the cries are loud, and the four gates of the city are closed. The city that used to be full of fireworks has become a hell on earth.On the streets paved with bluestone slabs, soldiers in iron armor and shaved money rattails held swords and spears, grinned grinningly and kicked open the gates on both sides of the street, shouting "Barbarians offer treasure!" They captured women, rummaged through boxes and chests, and robbed all property that could be taken away. Young children who were not taller than a wheel were taken away and used as slaves of armored men.

For a time, the city of Yangzhou was blazing with flames. Regardless of the poor, the poor, the poor, the rich and the poor, no family could escape the massacre. Corpses were strewn in the streets and alleys, countless heads fell to the ground, thousands of families were destroyed, and there were loud cries. Hundreds of miles.

On the busiest Dongguan Street in Yangzhou, there is a shop facing the street. The red door has been smashed into pieces. A short and stocky Qing soldier with a bald head and rat tail is holding a long knife in his right hand. Blood is dripping from the tip of the knife. He is holding it in his left hand. Pants, with the belt tied indiscriminately, an angry look on his face, he walked out angrily.

Another taller Qing soldier laughed and caught up from behind, patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Merdiller, my warrior, does this make you angry?"

Merdiller, the former Qing soldier, was already angry when someone teased him, and he was slapped on the shoulder rudely. He couldn't help but became furious and was about to explode. When he turned around to see who was coming, he was immediately discouraged and knelt down. Xia lowered his head and said: "Er Zhen, this subordinate is rude!"

The last Qing soldier pulled him up and said: "It's no wonder you're angry. Since entering the Pass, you have fought in the north and south, fighting with Ming dogs for more than a hundred times, and you have never been injured by those cowardly Han people. But here you are today." I was bitten to the core by a bitch."

When he said this, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he couldn't help laughing out loud again.

Mordill was ashamed and angry, his face was flushed red, but it was his Ezhen who was laughing, the head of the family who held the power of life and death, couldn't do anything wrong, so he stood on the street in shame and angrily, bowed his head and said nothing .

After Ezhen laughed, his face changed and he said sternly: "Since you know the shame, you should use your strength to kill all the Han dogs. I tell you, you have shamed me today! If you don't kill five hundred Han dogs, If the head of the dog comes to see me, I will kill you all over the house!”

Mer Diller was stunned, and couldn't help asking: "Er Zhen, I'll kill 500 people by myself, I'm afraid it will be too late today."

Ezhen smiled, and said in a gloomy and rough voice: "Prince Yu ordered to kill all the dogs in the city, and the swords will not be sealed for ten days! This is only the fifth day, kill another 500 people, 100 people every day, can't you do it?" ?”

Mer Diller was overjoyed when he heard the sound, and said with a smile: "There are still five days left, of course it can be done! Er Zhen, don't worry, within five days, I will pile up five hundred heads in front of the city gate the day after tomorrow to offer!"

Er Zhen glanced sideways at his lower body, where the blood was still wet, and said: "Is your lifeline all right?"

Merdiller murmured awkwardly: "It's okay, it's not serious. The bitch just bit the skin a little bit, and I cut her with a knife before I even bit hard."

Er Zhen said seductively: "Merdiller, please remember, the massacre of the city is the real business these days. As for women, when we conquer the beautiful world of Jiangnan, are you afraid that there will be no more? In five days, as long as you can be at the city gate, If there are a thousand heads piled outside, why would it be difficult for me to give you a wise wife?"

Mer Diller was overjoyed. Regardless of the pain in his lower body, he knelt down and replied loudly: "Yes! This subordinate obeys! Please rest assured, I will definitely present the head as scheduled!"

After finishing speaking, he stood up, raised his knife and rushed out along the stone-paved street in big strides.

This kind of situation is happening every moment in Yangzhou City. Countless Qing soldiers rob property, kill people and set fire to them on the streets, in shops, and in houses. The soldiers were dragged out of the house, begged for mercy, and killed them at the door.Blood flowed into rivers, corpses were everywhere, and even the blue stone streets were dyed red.

The smoke filled the air, and it was miserable.

Amidst the flames of war in the sky, a group of cowering figures appeared on a small street swept by soldiers.

The streets were full of dead bodies, and the smell of blood filled the air almost nauseatingly.

A gust of wind blew by, revealing the figure in the gunpowder smoke. It turned out to be more than twenty bald monks in blue linen clothes. Judging by their age, they were all young novice monks. Their faces were immature and terrified. When he saw the dead body, he was so frightened that he couldn't even step out.

"Amitabha!" Several monks closed their eyes and shouted in a low voice to resist the panic in their hearts.

"Ah, you shit!" A yellow-faced soldier following behind them kicked a young monk who was walking in the back. The kick was so strong that the little monk was caught off guard and was kicked like shit. , face hit the ground, suddenly nosebleeds.

The few young monks in front quickly turned around and helped him up, then stood aside timidly.

"Bah! Bad luck!" The soldier who stretched out his legs to kick someone spat on the ground. This man's face was sallow, with high cheekbones and pointed chin. A pair of rat eyes were full of meanness and ruthlessness. There was a slender scar on his forehead, which seemed to It was a scar scratched by a bow and arrow. He was not tall but very strong. He looked like an old man who had been around for many years. He cursed bitterly: "You little bald donkeys, I get angry just looking at them! Others are in the city." You are here to grab gold, silver, and women to get promoted and make a fortune, but I have to accompany you to carry the body and spread lime. Just thinking about it makes me angry!" The more he talked, the more angry he became, and the yellow-faced soldier pretended to raise his leg to kick someone again.

A group of young monks huddled together, looking at the yellow-faced soldiers in fear, trembling, but no one dared to escape, but kept reciting "Amitabha" in a low voice in despair.

One of the thin little monks gritted his teeth, looked at his companion who was sitting on the ground with a bloody nose and could not stand up, and resolutely stood up from a group of bald monks and stood in front of the yellow-faced soldiers.

This little monk has a handsome face, sword eyebrows and starry eyes. Although he is wearing a tattered monk robe that is obviously too big, he is full of a natural bookish atmosphere. A handsome and elegant young man.

Although he was small in stature, his magnanimity was not low. The young monk stood firm on his feet, clasped his palms together, pronounced a Dharma chant, and said in a low voice: "This military master is also a Han Chinese. Please show mercy. My junior brother has already Injured and unable to move, please spare him."

It was unexpected that he stood up so suddenly, the faces of the young monks who were huddled together turned pale, and the yellow-faced soldiers couldn't react in time.However, the yellow-faced soldier came back to his senses immediately, thinking that there was a young monk who dared to openly confront him, and became more and more angry.

"Your mother is crazy, little bastard, are you tired of living?" The yellow-faced soldier cursed: "What Han people, I am now a Han Banner, a banner man! It is different from you group of Han dogs!"

The yellow-faced soldier's face turned black, and he was obviously extremely angry. In his rage, he said "swipe!", pulled out the long knife at his waist, twitched the corner of his mouth, and said with a grinning smile: "The nobles of Manchuria are killing people to get rich, so I will kill you!" The monk sees the blood!"

The yellow-faced soldier made a wrong step, and raised his hands high. The bright steel knife reflected the bleak sunlight, which was breathtaking. A group of young monks behind him screamed in fright. Among them, one short monk, one tall, and two young monks were particularly anxious, and shouted anxiously. : "Wang Huan, hide quickly!"

The little monk standing in front of the yellow-faced soldier also turned pale. Looking at the steel knife that was about to break through the air, his whole body was trembling slightly. Big beads of sweat were flowing down his forehead, flowing smoothly all over his face, but he was completely unaware of it. In the fearful and violently constricted pupils, he couldn't see anything, he just stared at the blade that was getting closer and closer, and remained motionless as if frightened.

It's just that in his eyes, under the intense fear, there is still a sense of relief, a kind of relief in despair. This is because this little monk named Wang Huan does not belong to this era. He is a The traversers come from a world hundreds of years later.

(End of this chapter)