PFC Chapter 28 Eight Banners and Armored Horses, the Smell of Barbarian Dust and Blood
Chapter 28 Eight Banners and Armored Horses, the Smell of Barbarian Dust and Blood
at that time.
Johann Adam Schall von Bell had just left the Guangqu city gate.
The sled was covered with cowhide on the outside, sheepskin in the middle, and mink fur in the middle, at least six layers thick. With a charcoal brazier and a hand warmer in hand, the sled didn't feel cold at all, while the outside was bitterly cold.
Marquis Guo Peimin of Wuding, Earl Wei Shichun of Xuancheng, Marquis Li Kaixian of Fengcheng, and Earl Li Guozhen of Xiangcheng looked out from the huge three-story barbican, where the multiple arrow towers had all fallen into disrepair over the years.
From here, you can overlook the entire outer city, which appears almost completely dilapidated.
Several once bustling temples, such as Anhua Temple, Long'an Temple, Fazang Temple, Baiyun Temple, and Fahua Temple, were all uprooted by Sichen.
Even Taoist temples were not exempt; Yuxu Temple and Wanshou Palace no longer exist.
Only the Guandi Temple remains, while the Yaowang Temple still enjoys its incense offerings, even more so than before.
"The Heavenly Official's felling of mountains and destruction of temples has given this city a unique flavor." Xuancheng Earl Wei Shichun, on the contrary, had the leisure to comment on the people in the capital.
The crowd's expressions turned somewhat unpleasant. "Hmph."
Earl of Xuancheng, Wei Shichun, laughed and said, "Do you think we can become heroic spirits after we die?"
"It's hard to say." Marquis Guo Peimin of Wuding slowly shook his head.
"What a pity."
Marquis Li Kaixian of Fengcheng slammed his fist on a rock. "Can't you two get down to business?!"
Wei Shichun didn't take it to heart at all.
"That Johann Adam Schall von Bell has already headed towards Tongzhou. Aren't you going to make a move?"
"Let this fellow go further away. I don't want the stench of the barbarians to pollute the land around the capital."
"Alright."
The four of them turned and left together.
When Johann Adam Schall von Bell arrived in Tongzhou, he looked at the broken cross in his hand and his face turned extremely ugly.
He poked his head out of the sled.
Looking at the long queue, I felt uneasy.
Johann Adam Schall von Bell quickly returned to the sled, changed into his mithril inner armor, and gripped an exquisitely crafted handgun. As he passed an intersection, he tumbled off the sled.
Watching the convoy head south.
They ran towards Shanhaiguan without looking back.
They hadn't walked for long.
A huge fireball rose slowly across the plain.
The entire team of over a hundred people was wiped out.
Johann Adam Schall von Bell touched his forehead, feeling a cold sweat break out all over his body. "Damn, that's ruthless."
He suddenly looked down at his appearance and then touched his beard.
Johann Adam Schall von Bell pulled out a small, bright silver knife and began slashing his face until he was unrecognizable. He then cut off his beard and hair, took off his robe, and ran naked through the snow.
Heading north to Shunyi, it's several dozen miles.
I feel a little more at ease.
Following the wind and snow, Johann Adam Schall von Bell found a house nearby and met a couple. He secretly used his divine light to entice them.
To confuse their minds and obscure their true nature.
Kill her husband and skin him alive.
Using the art of animal breeding to transform its appearance, he ordered his wife to cook it and then offer it to him on his pillow at night.
The next day, he cooked his wife again.
The door was covered by heavy snow last night.
Everything outside was desolate; there wasn't a single living creature moving about.
When Tang Ruowang saw that there was no response from Changping, Shunyi, Miyun and other counties, he turned back and contacted Shanxi merchants to travel through Juyong Pass to Zhangjiakou.
There was a trade route there that led directly from Shanxi to Shenyang.
Once the Xilamulun River on the west side of Halawen Mountain freezes over, it becomes a winter highway.
In winter, sled caravans are ten times faster than land transport.
When Shanxi merchant Fan Yongdou met him in Zhangjiakou, he almost didn't recognize that the man in front of him was Johann Adam Schall von Bell.
"Hurry up!"
With a wave of his hand, Fan Yongdou started the sled quickly, and it drove out of Zhangjiakou.
Johann Adam Schall von Bell breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that the night thugs would come after him.
After leaving Zhangjiakou for some distance, the caravan's guards turned back.
Several tall, imposing figures of men and horses approached, resembling a city wall.
These were the truly barbaric centaurs, tall and mighty with bloodshot eyes, clad in cotton armor, their four iron hooves nailed with iron nails, and their calves wrapped in cowhide.
The six riders circled the sled once, their nostrils flaring, "There's no unfamiliar scent."
Fan Yongdou nodded and waved behind him.
Six Manchu bannermen on horseback swept around the sled like a whirlwind.
Not long after.
The guards from earlier were captured and brought back.
"Boss, we didn't see anything!"
"In the home of a villain..."
"Kill!" Fan Yongdou waved his hand expressionlessly.
The Eight Banners armored cavalry grabbed a guard, slowly and resolutely snapping his neck, savoring the fear and ferocity before his death, and drinking his blood. "The blood of the Han people is indeed sweet."
Large swathes of blood mist condensed into ice in the air.
"No......"
Several hideous heads crashed down.
Then the iron hooves of the Eight Banners cavalry roared past.
Repeat this process several times.
The remains were nothing but a pile of bone fragments.
As you travel along the Xilamulun River, you can see headless corpses everywhere, preserved like sculptures by the heavy snow on both sides of the river.
These are all masterpieces of the Eight Banners armored cavalry.
Whether Han Chinese, Mongols, or Jurchen tribes.
They rely on cannibalism, father-son killing, and many other inhumane acts.
In the eyes of the completely corrupt Eight Banners cavalry.
Cruelty is more like a compliment to them.
Therefore, the Ming Dynasty has always referred to it as "Rakshasa".
This phenomenon gradually decreased only near Shenyang.
It's not that we don't kill people.
Instead, they ate it even more thoroughly, leaving not even bones behind.
Fan Yongdou got out of the car and walked into the city, while Tang Ruowang fell asleep in the car.
Here, Han people are considered inferior.
It has become an ironclad rule.
Fan Yongdou stared expressionlessly at the corpses hanging above the city gate, their eyelids cut off. The vicious witchcraft had kept them alive forever, allowing them to witness the fate of the rebels.
The city was littered with corpses.
They were all victims of a spontaneous rebellion by the Han Chinese of Liaodong, who assassinated members of the Eight Banners.
Nearly four thousand Jurchens were assassinated in Liaoyang; the Jurchens couldn't afford to lose so many people.
Fan Yongdou looked away, his face filled with disgust. "Why do you have to resist? You're such a despicable species."
He seemed to already see the eternal golden age that the Great Khan had promised them.
Eternal nobility.
Han Chinese from Liaodong, Korean captives, Mongol slaves, and a large number of Solon warriors were forcibly enslaved.
All the family members had their legs broken, their Achilles tendons severed, and were chained.
Large numbers of white rat-men walked freely through the city; they were manifestations of the Great Horned Rat God.
We passed through two city walls.
The city has turned into a white sea.
A city built from countless corpses.
Johann Adam Schall von Bell got out of the car and walked silently among the passengers.
Beneath their feet flowed a pure white river, with shadows faintly visible moving within, their menacing fangs bared, waiting for every unfortunate soul to fall in.
Two colossal Bayara warriors, as tall as mountains, blocked the entrance to the temple.
Two giant mountains are thirsting for the refined oil of man.
Rakshasa has an insatiable cannibalistic desire.
Also known as hemothrombosis.
The palace was filled with castrated young men, all of whom were emaciated.
After moving the capital to Shenyang, Nurhaci, in order to maintain the "noble" bloodline of the Aisin Gioro clan and prevent his servants from having affairs with his wives and concubines, stipulated that servants must be castrated at a young age.
In just one instance, 20,000 children around ten years old were castrated.
Huang Taiji continued this tradition, which is why all the Manchu Jurchen eunuchs were young.
Moreover, it involves completely removing the root.
Once these bondservant eunuchs reached adulthood, they inevitably developed a distinctive urine odor, a unique fishy smell belonging to the Manchus.
These eunuchs are everywhere; they are consumables of this palace, and could very well disappear into the mouths of those Bayara warriors at any moment.
But the supply of slaves continued to increase through plunder.
Dorgon sat coiled on the silver bed, a single horn on his head, resembling a twisted and chaotic poisonous dragon.
Johann Adam Schall von Bell slowly raised his head, looking like a demon whose facial features were almost unrecognizable.
"The Regent".