Chapter 93 (15) The second democratic election

The 40,000 reinforcements were annihilated, the coach Zhang Chun was taken to the Lama Temple to reflect, his brother-in-law Wu Xiang fled, leaving his uncle alone, Dalinghe's ancestor Dashou, now he can only resign himself to fate. Really resigned. In the land of the Central Plains, the officers and soldiers surrounded and tore into a ball with the rogues. No one asked about the life and death of Dalinghe, only Zu Dashou led 15,000 people to guard the isolated city. In the blink of an eye, Daling River has been besieged for more than two months. The grain and rice in the city were exhausted, and the soldiers began to slaughter war horses to satisfy their hunger.

The common people were very happy. Every evening, they would go out with their kitchen knives to cool off.Everyone was sitting under the eaves, you looked at me, I looked at you, looked at, suddenly someone was so hungry that he fell to the ground with a plop, and all the neighbors rushed up immediately, the kitchen knife wheel Crackling, crackling, in an instant, the ground was empty, the starving man had been cut to pieces, and all the neighbors went home to light a fire. But the dry firewood has been burned out, what should I do? No difficulty can trouble the wise Dalinghe people. Just use the bones of the corpse to start the fire.

Very tragic. However, this is not the worst. In the blink of an eye, the army's war horses had been eaten up, so the soldiers spontaneously organized into grain hunting teams, took advantage of the cover of the night, sneaked into the houses, and stabbed down, only the sound of muscles and muscles was heard, but no blood was seen. After carrying the corpse back to the camp, everyone gathered together and happily started the tooth sacrifice. The hungry and crazy people have been reduced to food for the city guards.Those who were still alive launched a secret escape operation, took advantage of the darkness, quietly climbed up the city wall, and jumped down with a plop. Drinking is not counted, and he will be received cordially by Huang Taiji himself.

Human appetite is a bottomless pit, no matter how many people there are, there is not enough raw food. Soon, all the craftsmen, merchants and common people in the city were eaten up. So Zu Dashou ordered the soldiers to assemble, every ten people in a small team, and hold a democratic vote. Don't keep saying that the Ming Dynasty was not democratic. No, this is already the second democratic election in the Ming Dynasty. The person who got the most votes was honored to be the food of his comrades. He took off his clothes, washed it, washed it cleanly, and then jumped into the pot. A fire was lit underneath. The comrades held the dishes and chopsticks in their hands. Staring at you with blood-red eyes: Fast ripening, fast ripening, fast ripening, when the aroma of the meat overflows, the comrades-in-arms pounce on you like wolves, and there is only a white skeleton left in the pot.

The friendship in war is such a tearjerker. Regarding the tragic situation in Dalinghe, Huang Taiji knew that this guy was still writing letters every day, and at the beginning he sent someone to deliver the letter, but the person who delivered the letter was eaten, and the messenger was fat and white, making people salivate.So I switched to shooting with arrows later. Zu Dashou received another letter from Huang Taiji.The letter said: Zu Dashou, I know that your old, weak, sick, disabled, and thin soldiers have all been eaten up. I express my sincere admiration for your appetite and teeth.But, I'm really curious, the weak soldiers are eaten up, and then the strong soldiers devour each other, do you really plan to eat up the last soldier in the city, and then come out to meet me?

Are you protecting the people, or are you going to eat them up? Are your soldiers defending the country, or are they food in the pot? When Zu Dashou received the letter, he sighed: Pass down the order to hold a meeting of cadres above the company level. Hearing the news of the meeting, everyone came, sitting there, everyone's eyeballs were blood red, and they ate too much human flesh, that's what they looked like. Zu Dashou said: Life is always about to die, but some people are dead, he is still alive, some people are alive, he is already dead, but those soldiers who were eaten by us, are they really dead? Woolen cloth?Still alive?Some people's death is heavier than Mount Tai, and some people's death is lighter than a feather. I really want to know, when we wash our soldiers and put them in a pot to cook, is he cooked better than Mount Tai? How heavy is it?Or cooked lighter than a feather?

Let's vote with a show of hands, whether to surrender or continue to eat each other. All the commanders and fighters raised their hands in agreement to open the city, and they can’t eat any more. If you think it’s inappropriate to do this, then come in and let everyone eat you. There is only one person who disagrees with Kaesong. Lieutenant He Kegang. He doesn't speak, he just opposes surrender. Zu Dashou said: People should be the country, the family and ourselves. We have done our best for the country now. What kind of country is it that requires us to eat each other? The minority obeys the majority, and the surrender resolution is passed.

He Kegang, the only main combat faction, was brought to the top of the city to let the Qing soldiers see clearly, and He Kegang was killed on the spot. He Kegang kept smiling, seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence, and dying without complaint. Before his body could fall down, the hungry soldiers and civilians had already swarmed up, devouring his flesh in an instant, leaving only a bone. Eternal heroic style, generous singing, the Ming Dynasty, who still remembers him?