Huai'an, Suqian.

As the distance from Shandong became closer, more and more news about the war situation in Shandong became more and more. What made the Central Army soldiers gritted their teeth the most was the ravages of the Mongolian Tatars on Dongchang and Yanzhou. This time, the plunder of the Mongolian cavalry on Dongchang and Yanzhou became unprecedentedly barbaric and bloody. Wherever the Tatar cavalry passed, they almost left no living!

Zhang Huangyan, who had been transferred from the magistrate of Mengcheng County to Huai'an Prefecture, was in Suqian. He and Suqian County recruited civilians to build shacks, set up porridge sheds, and accommodate refugees who fled south from Dongchang and Yanzhou Prefectures. In just half a month, Suqian hosted more than 100,000 Shandong refugees, and more refugees were rushing to hear the news.

After hearing the news, Wang Pu rushed to the refugee camp to visit the refugees.

Zhang Huangyan, Suqian magistrate and more than a dozen well-known Shilin gentry in Suqian County were accompanying Wang Pu to inspect the refugee camp. Although Zhang Huangyan had tried his best, there were too many refugees fleeing south. A small Suqian county town could not be resettled. There was no way, so Zhang Huangyan had to ask someone to build a shack outside the city.

Walking in the temporary "Wopang Village", Wang Pu's face was gloomy and terrible, and there was a fire burning in his heart!

Zhang Huangyan next to him introduced the refugee situation to Wang Pu, and said worriedly: "Mr. Marquis, Huai'an does not lack food, but cotton coats for wintering. It is already early October, but the weather will be even colder in a while, but these people who fled south cannot bring anything out. They are still wearing only a single coat..."

Wang Pu said in a deep voice: "Why don't you raise funds from the wealthy merchants and families in Huai'an?"

Zhang Huang sighed: "The officials have been recruited, and the merchants and wealthy families in Huai'an Prefecture have also donated them, but this little clothing is still too small for hundreds of thousands of refugees! Marquis, the Suqian county has resettled more than 100,000 refugees, and there are tens of thousands of refugees in Pizhou and Juning counties. I heard that there are more refugees in Xuzhou. So many refugees need cotton coats for winter, so it is definitely not enough to rely on merchants and wealthy families to raise funds."

At this time, the refugees nearby had discovered Wang Pu because the five provincial governor's dresses were worn by the Central Army, and the guards following Wang Pu were also wearing Central Army uniforms. These refugees were like drowning people who saw life-saving straws and gathered from all directions.

"June, where is this June..."

An elderly servant fell to Wang Pu on the ground and cried loudly, "You Central Army must avenge this bloody revenge for us. These damn Mongolian Tartars are not humans. My second girl is only ten years old, and she was ruined by several Tartar soldiers until she died, hoho ho..."

"Pity my second wife is still eight months pregnant, and the Tartars were ruined. After the Tartars killed thousands of swords, they cut open the belly of my poor wife, took out the babies inside and roasted them alive. Those Tartar soldiers are not humans, they are all beasts, they are beasts, wuwu..."

"Master of the Central Army, my family of thirteen were killed by the Tartars. If my father hadn't knocked me out and hid me in a dry well, I wouldn't have survived. Please, Master of the Central Army, please accept me. I want to join the Central Army. I want to kill the Tartars, kill all the Tartars to avenge my father and mother!"

"Official, you must make the decision for me!"

As more and more people gathered, Wang Pu could no longer move forward.

Zhang Huangyan behind him said sadly: "Marty, the murderous crimes committed by the Tartar soldiers this time are simply hard to write. They rob things when they see them, burn houses when they see them, kill men when they see them, and... even the seven or eight-year-old girl is unwilling to let go. The ancients said that they are not my race, and their hearts must be different. These Tartars should be exterminated!"

Wang Pu's expression was gloomy, and frost could almost be scraped off his face.

Seeing that more and more people gathered, Lu Liu was worried about Wang Pu's safety and nervously led dozens of guards to protect Wang Pu, but Wang Pu pushed him away without saying anything.

Wang Pu pushed Lu Liu away and squeezed into the middle of the refugees, clenched his fists and shouted: "Famous people, I... am Wang Pu, the governor of the five provinces of the Ming Dynasty, and the supreme commander of the Central Army of the Ming Dynasty. The Tartar soldiers are domineering in the territory of our Ming Dynasty, burning, killing and looting. This is the shame of our Ming soldiers, and it is even more of my Wang Pu's shame. I... kneel down to you!"

"puff!"

After saying that, Wang Pu knocked his knees and knelt heavily on the ground.

Zhang Huangyan, who was standing under the stone, twitched twice, and then knelt down to the ground. The Suqian magistrate and a dozen gentry gentry dared not stand anymore, and they all knelt down to the ground.

The people gathered here were moved. The governors of the five provinces of the Ming Dynasty were first-rank officials and officials of the imperial court. Now they actually kneel down to the common people! In ancient times, officials were arrogant and cherished their own feathers. How many of them were willing to kneel down to ordinary people?

The north wind whistled, and the scene was surprisingly quiet.

All the refugees' eyes were focused on Wang Pu, and there was an inexplicable solemnity surging in the air.

"My fellow villagers, I'm guilty!" Wang Pu shouted at the top of his lungs, "As the governor of the five provinces of the Ming Dynasty and the supreme commander of the Central Army, I failed to protect the people of the Ming Dynasty. However, I let the Mongolian Tatars and Jiannu burn, kill and loot on the land of China, and even let everyone leave their hometowns and suffer from their relatives. I'm sorry for you!"

"Dongdong!"

After saying that, Wang Pu knocked two more loudly, his forehead was already knocked, and his face was covered with red blood.

Wang Pu didn't even wipe it, but after knocking three times, he stood up suddenly. The painful expression on his face had been replaced by deep hatred, and his eyes showed a heart-pounding murderous intent. Then he jumped onto the steps on the roadside. Wang Pu raised his right arm and shouted loudly: "But don't worry, fellow villagers, this blood feud must be avenged!"

Zhang Huangyan, who stood up, also waved his fists fiercely. Although he was a civil servant, he couldn't help but want to use a knife to fight the Tartars.

Wang Pu raised his right hand high and said sternly: "I... Wang Pu, the governor of the five provinces of the Ming Dynasty, swears to heaven that the blood of our Han people will never flow in vain. The suffering we Han people will suffer will be returned to those barbarians who have bullied us thousands of times in the future. My Wang Pu will definitely be in his lifetime..."

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Zhang Huangyan's face was so excited that his face turned red, and he was the first to shout at the top of his lungs.

Then there were the magistrate of Suqian and more than a dozen scholars and gentry, and then all the refugees nearby who heard their shouts. Finally, all the refugees gathered began to roar hysterically, and the huge waves were about to shatter the sky. Who said that the Han people were cowardly farmers? Who said that the Han people were lambs slaughtered?

Our Han people are just too kind, and our Han people are just too tolerant.

But kindness does not mean cowardice, and tolerance does not mean fear. Whoever thinks that our Han people are weak and can be bullied, then one day he will pay a heavy price! Looking at the 5,000-year history of China's civilization, how many barbarians and foreigners who once bullied and enslaved our Han people? But now, the once-strong nations, the once-prosperous nations, are there again? How did Mongolians and Turks, become weak nations?

At this moment, Wang Pu only had murderous intent in his heart, a vast murderous intent!

This world is a world where the strong prey on the weak, a world where success and defeated enemies!

Three hundred years ago, Mongolia was powerful in Temujin's era, so the Mongols at that time were the kings of the world. They could kill anyone they wanted to kill, including the Han people! Then three hundred years later, the Ming Dynasty of Zhongxing could of course kill anyone they wanted to kill, including the Mongolians!

If you are not of my race, your heart will be different.

That night, the Central Army was temporarily stationed.

After returning to the headquarters, Wang Pu still couldn't calm down for a long time. As a time traveler, only Wang Pu knew how deep the suffering the Han people were. The Han people are the most kind and gentle nation in the world. They used their hard work and intelligence to create the most brilliant civilization in the world.

The Han people followed the teachings of the sages of all generations, and did not hesitate to export their advanced civilizations, and used advanced knowledge to educate the barbarian neighbors around them, hoping to share civilizations. However, the result was very regrettable, or ironic, it was these barbarians who had received countless help from the Han people that brought heavy disasters to the Han people.

Wang Pu must not help but think that the teachings of the sages of all generations may be wrong. The Han people can no longer be as kind and gentle as before, and the Han people should also become full of aggressiveness. For the nations that can be integrated, they will promote integration through genocide, making them part of the Han people, and for the nations that cannot be integrated, they will ruthlessly destroy them!

For the 17th century Ming Dynasty, this may be the best racial policy.

Wang Pu did not need to be responsible for other races in the world at that time. He only needed to be responsible for the 150 million people of the Han people at that time. His historical responsibility was to protect these 50 million people of the Han people. His historical responsibility was to ensure that the Han people could stand on the top of the world forever, rather than being enslaved by barbarians like Jiannu and then fall into the abyss of suffering.

The night is cold and the wind is cold, and everything is silent.

When Wang Pu was brewing a racial policy suitable for this era by relying on the window, a burst of footsteps suddenly pulled him back to the cruel reality. When he looked back, it was Liu Qingyan, the witch who came in with her. Their faces were a bit solemn, as if something big had happened.

Liu Qingyan twisted her slender waist and walked to Wang Pu, saying in a narrow voice: "Marty, my family has just received a letter from Jining's flying pigeon. General Scarface said in the letter that the Mongolian Tatars have been attacking Jining City like crazy in the past two days, and they are stunning to capture Jining City at all costs before the Central Army arrives."

"Is that?" Wang Pu's brows frowned and said in a cold voice, "Scarface is a hard bone. If the situation had not been at a critical moment, he would have never surrendered! Although he only said that the Mongolian Tartars' offensive was very fierce and did not ask for help directly, I am sure that Jining's situation must have been very serious."

"What are you waiting for?" Liu Qingyan said, "Hurry up and ask the Second Musket Battalion of Muskets and the Tenth Muskets to speed up the marching and rush to Jining."

"No." Liu Rushi said anxiously, "Marty, this matter is strange. In theory, Jiannu should have encircled Jining and did not attack Jining. After our Central Army arrived, the confrontation between the two armies would be formed. This situation would be beneficial to Jiannu. But now Jiannu has driven the Mongolian Tartars to attack Jining fiercely, which is inconsistent with their strategic purpose."

"Well." Wang Pu nodded, "If Jining loses, the Scarface Mixed Battalion will certainly be difficult to escape, but the strength of the Central Army has not been weakened at all. Moreover, once Jining loses, our Central Army will definitely retreat to Xuzhou or Huaian. In this way, the front line of Jiannu will be longer, and the rear of Jiannu will be more vulnerable to attack. Dorgon cannot not know this."

Liu Rushi said: "So, there must be other articles in it."

Wang Pu frowned and said, "So what does Dorgon want to do? Is it to lure our Central Army to speed up the marching?"

Liu Rushi's beautiful eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said in a calm voice: "Yes, it must be like this!"

Liu Qingyan looked at Wang Pu in confusion, and asked Liu Rushi again, "How about Rushi girl?"

A flush suddenly surged on Liu Rushi's fair pink face and said, "Sister Qingyan, the reason why Dorgon drove the Mongolian Tatars to attack Jining was to create an illusion for us that the Mongolian Tatars should seize Jining before the Central Army arrived, and then induce our Central Army to speed up the north to rescue."

"What's the use of this?" Liu Qingyan said in confusion, "What's the benefit of our Central Army going north faster?"
Chapter completed!