Hearing Yue Tuo's words, Amin's expression relaxed considerably.
"That's good. As long as we don't die, we'll always have a chance."
He gradually gained confidence.
"Although that young emperor of the Ming Dynasty is powerful, our Manchuria is not without a chance."
The other high-ranking sword slaves in the prisoner-of-war camp sighed, "Amin, at a time like this, you're still thinking about these things?"
"Even if we don't die this time, we'll definitely be exiled to the frontier by the Ming Dynasty."
"Where else is there any chance?"
Amin gave a cold laugh.
"You just don't understand, do you?"
"Although the Ming Dynasty has been very powerful in the past two years, in my opinion, this is just a last gasp before its full glory ends!"
"Even while the young emperor was alive, the Ming Dynasty remained as stable as Mount Tai."
"Once he dies, the Ming Dynasty will be plunged into crisis again."
"We may not live to see this, but our descendants will always have the chance!"
However, after Amin finished speaking, the Genocide leaders present remained expressionless.
Regardless of whether Amin's words make sense or not.
Even if it makes sense, that's decades from now, so what does it have to do with them?
Some people even looked around cautiously, afraid that Amin's words might have been overheard by the Imperial Guards.
The group whispered, "Amin, please don't say things like that again."
"If someone overhears this and it reaches the ears of the Ming Emperor, we'll definitely be doomed!"
Amin was also a little scared at this moment, and quickly shut her mouth.
They even started praising the Ming Dynasty.
Yue Tuo was speechless upon seeing their performance, but also felt somewhat relieved.
"Fortunately, I surrendered quickly and decisively, otherwise, with these guys, Shengjing City definitely wouldn't have lasted long."
At that moment, cheers suddenly erupted outside.
The Jurchen high-ranking officials present felt a chill and hurriedly crowded to the cell door, peering outside.
Trying to figure out what happened.
Someone asked the Ming guards outside the prison, "Sir, what's going on outside?"
The guards ignored them and just glanced at them coldly.
Feeling the guards' gazes, these men felt a chill run down their spines and dared not say anything more.
I can only guess in my mind.
"It must be someone sent by the Ming Dynasty court?"
"Sigh, I really don't know what will become of us."
"Am I really going to be beheaded?"
Some people became increasingly frightened as they thought about it, and some even started to cry.
At this moment, Amin regained her energy.
"Stop crying! Cheer up, don't lose points."
However, the more he said this, the more bleak the atmosphere in the cell became.
"What's going on here? Why are they crying and sobbing?" Yuan Chonghuan arrived at the prison, his brows furrowed.
"You didn't mistreat these prisoners and make them cry from hunger, did you?"
The guards at the gate quickly said, "Sir, we would never dare to do such a thing."
"General Li has given instructions that these prisoners are to be sent to the capital to be seen by the Emperor. How could we dare to mistreat them?"
The guards' eyes lit up when they talked about Zhu Youjian.
Seeing this, Yuan Chonghuan nodded slightly, then asked, "What are they crying about?"
The guards were taken aback for a moment, then said in unison, "They're probably just afraid of dying, aren't they?"
Yuan Chonghuan raised an eyebrow: "These Jurchens are afraid of death too?"
He also fought against the Jurchens in Liaodong back then.
Even during his time in Korea, Hauge fled the battlefield, hardly befitting a ruler.
However, the ordinary Jurchen soldiers were not bad.
That's why Yuan Chonghuan asked that question.
But the garrison soldiers retorted, "What human being isn't afraid of death?"
"Besides, not all the prisoners here are important figures of the Jurchens."
"If you've had too many good days of living in luxury, even if you weren't afraid of death before, you'll be afraid of dying now."
After thinking about it carefully, Yuan Chonghuan realized that this was indeed the case, so he said nothing more.
He arrived at the prison cell door, looked at the weeping and wailing princes and bannermen inside, and said coldly:
"The Emperor's decree has been issued."
The Jurchen high command panicked and hurriedly rushed over, kneeling behind the railing.
"My lord, how does the Emperor intend to deal with us?"
Seeing their demeanor, Yuan Chonghuan felt a sense of disdain, but he still took out the imperial edict and recited its contents:
“You Jurchens have been rebelling since the end of Emperor Shenzong’s reign, which has lasted for more than ten years.”
“You have killed more than a million of my Ming people and soldiers. Such heinous criminals should all be executed.”
At this point, Yuan Chonghuan deliberately paused and took a deep breath.
When he saw that the Jurchen high-ranking officials were indeed terrified and drenched in sweat, he was astonished.
Only then did he continue speaking.
"However, Heaven cherishes life, so I will send you prisoners to serve in the Ming army and atone for your sins."
“Ideally…” Yuan Chonghuan suddenly frowned, “Ideally, to be a dog of the Ming Dynasty.”
"So be it."
The Jurchens finally breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the final words.
One by one they knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "Your Majesty is wise! Your Majesty is wise!"
"From now on, we will dedicate ourselves to the Ming Dynasty until our dying breath."
Yuan Chonghuan chuckled coldly.
"You dare to talk about dying for your cause?"
In fact, these high-ranking Jurchen officials were not well-educated, and their concept of "dedicating oneself to the utmost" was learned from the Three Kingdoms period.
I used it subconsciously at that moment.
Seeing their blank expressions, Yuan Chonghuan didn't bother to say anything more to them.
"From now on, remember to serve the court diligently."
After speaking, Yuan Chonghuan walked out of the prison and saw Mao Wenlong waiting for him outside.
Mao Wenlong rubbed his hands together: "Minister Yuan, are those Jurchens still behaving themselves?"
Before Yuan Chonghuan could reply, shouts erupted from the prison cell.
"From now on, we must be good dogs of the Ming Dynasty."
"To be a dog of the Ming Dynasty is such a blessing."
Yuan Chonghuan looked helpless, thinking to himself, "What kind of words are written in this imperial edict!"
"What kind of dogs are they, from the Ming Dynasty... They're utterly vulgar and disgusting!"
However, Mao Wenlong burst out laughing.
"These Jurchens really know their own limitations."
"It would be best if they would just behave like dogs."
Yuan Chonghuan sighed, not wanting to delve deeper into the issue of the dog.
He asked, "Lord Mao, what brings you here to see me?"
Not long ago, the emperor's edict was sent to Shengjing, and all the soldiers were to be rewarded.
The land was agreed upon long ago, so there will naturally be no discounts whatsoever.
In addition, all the gold and silver rewards were also delivered to the intended recipients.
However, the money will only be distributed after they return to the capital.
As for the generals who led the troops, everyone was rewarded.
Even Mao Wenlong, a cheerleader, was promoted one rank by Xu Nuoguan.
It wasn't a wasted trip after all.
That's why Yuan Chonghuan asked that question.
Mao Wenlong glanced around, and seeing that no one was approaching, he whispered:
"Lord Yuan, I have come to see you because I wish to join forces with you."
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