Liu Junzai didn't answer, he was full of dissatisfaction and resentment towards this group of people.

This group of people, the treatment given to them by the state, I don't know how many cups it is better than Inner Mongolia, the army is autonomous, the internal affairs are autonomous, the imperial court only nominally sent a minister in Kulun here to supervise, even if there is General Uriya Sutai, it is only the real military power in name, or in various tribes, but even so, these people are still not satisfied, and they want to split the country that they have raised for hundreds of years and become a country independently, this kind of person is not worthy of being a person. also did not get Liu Jun's forgiveness and tolerance.

walked out with an angry face, leaving Dong Fuxiang, who was still looking at the eighth generation who was already bleeding and in a coma, in a daze.

Dong Fuxiang and Naxun Qiuketu have been with Liu Jun for the past few days, and after a few days of contact, they all have a good consensus, that is, Liu Jun is approachable and not as terrible as others say. He is a very powerful, civilized Confucian general. Benevolent general.

However, just now, the title of Confucian General, General Renyi, will not appear in the minds of Dong Fuxiang and Naxun Qiuketu from now on. General Confucianism will not shoot through someone's palm, let alone break someone's thigh indiscriminately. He also didn't step on his already bloody palms, which was undoubtedly torturing people, no, he didn't treat the eighth world as a human being.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Na Xun Ketu secretly wiped the cold sweat on his face, he was very glad that he didn't resist Liu Jun to the end at the beginning, otherwise, the person who was ravaged like this today would be himself.

Outside the gate of the Minister stationed in Kulun, there were already two guards standing at the gate. Liu Jun went straight to the two squatting majestic lions placed in front of him, and gently patted the cold buttocks of the fire.

These are all products of our China, indicating that these places belong to China, and no one is qualified to erase these, and no one dares to erase them, if anyone dares to risk the world's great inaction, then they will directly send troops, and even their own descendants will send troops to deal with all those who rebel and make separatism, and all these people who want to be independent and rebel now or in the future will be dealt with.

Gently stroking the two stone lions that were already covered with moss at the bottom, Liu Jun regained his expression and looked up into the distance.

In the distance, don't you think of the sporadic gunshots, this is estimated that the battle on the periphery has not completely ended, and the city of Kulun is not very prosperous in the first place, and with this battle, it makes the city of Kulun even more dilapidated.

Filled with fleeing Outer Mongolians, Liu Jun saw in their eyes the horror and uncertainty about the future, and he guessed that they did not know how the Qing army would treat him.

"Zhong Lin." Looking at the crowd of people fleeing in all directions, Liu Jun turned his head and looked at Zhong Lin, who was standing blankly.

As soon as Zhong Lin saw Liu Jun calling himself, the sad look on his face just now suddenly showed a smile, and he ran over suddenly: "Head, what's the matter?"

"Immediately issue a notice, this time the imperial army is coming, only punishing the leader, and it has nothing to do with the people."

Zhong Lin nodded, and immediately turned around and ran out, he knew very well. If the people can't settle down, then some of the work that follows will be difficult to carry out.

After a while, the notice was written in Mongolian and Chinese under the writing of Tushetu Khan Naxun Yuktu, and Liu Jun's camp was covered, and Zhong Lin urgently handed over the notice in his hand to the guard regiment. As soon as the guard regiment got these things, they immediately detached their personnel and quickly walked to the streets and alleys of Cullen City to paste and publicize.

Liu Jun's guess was not wrong, the people of Kulen City were indeed worried about being slaughtered by the Qing army, after all, they had also heard about the slaughter of the old and young people of the Chechen Khan, and the killing of thousands of people in the south.

As soon as the notice was posted, it attracted onlookers from the people. Although most of the people did not know how to read, after the propaganda of the Liaodong Army and the soldiers of the Tushetu Khan, the people of Kulen finally breathed a sigh of relief. Since they were not looking for themselves, the crowd gradually calmed down from the panic, although it was not the explosion and the houses that had been blown up that made everyone's faces full of sadness, but it was more important than life compared to the safety of their own lives.

The residence of the minister stationed in Kulun has now been urgently cleaned, and the corpses that were originally outside have been carried out under the cleaning of the Liaodong Army, and there are no documents and papers scattered all over the ground. The whole hall is now quite tidy, a table is placed in the center, and the dragon chair that was originally placed there has been for Liu Jun to be carried out and split into waste. Now it's just a very simple chair.

"Head, that Eighth is now in prison, you see how to deal with it." Zhong Lin glanced at Liu Jun, who was sitting leisurely on a chair and drinking tea, and asked how to deal with the eighth generation.

VIII, Liu Jun frowned suddenly. Looking down and pondering, Liu Jun raised his head and asked rhetorically, "What do they mean?" ”

Of course, Zhong Lin knew who Liu Jun was referring to, "Dong Fuxiang meant to bring these people back to Beijing and hand them over to the emperor to deal with." ”

Lowered his head and pondered, where did Liu Jun not understand what Dong Fuxiang meant, and handed over these prisoners to the imperial court, saying that it was not good that as soon as the old woman of the imperial court was happy, she would raise this old thing to several levels. It's even possible to be the Admiral of the Nine Gates.

Liu Jun, who has always been willing to help others, had no intention of agreeing, and nodded slightly: "Except for the eighth generation, the rest of the people will be handed over to Dong Fuxiang." ”

Leaving the eighth generation, Zhong suddenly raised his head in confusion, not understanding why Liu Jun wanted to leave the biggest figure alone.

Liu Jun didn't want to let go of the eighth, and he also used the head of the eighth to deter Outer Mongolia. That is, bury the 8th alive under the root of the wall outside the east gate of Kulun, and cast an iron statue there, so that this bastard will always kneel down facing the east, and remind Outer Mongolia not to forget who his ancestors are.

Briefly expressing his opinion, Zhong Lin immediately gave a thumbs up, praised it greatly, and then ran out. He wanted to take matters into his own hands and inform the whole city of this big news, so that the people of the whole city could visit it, and let everyone know that the end of going against the imperial court was very miserable, and the end of going against Liaodong was even worse.

Word soon spread within the city of Kulen. The people all know that the Liaodong Army will execute the most heinous living Buddha today. Both Outer Mongolians and Han Chinese all got up to see the excitement and came to the east gate early. Watch the hilarity.

It's already twelve o'clock. Cullen was a little hot from the sun, but that's it. The people were still interested, and craned their necks and looked at the east gate.

"Here we are." I don't know who shouted, which immediately caused a commotion, and the people suddenly began to squeeze forward in order to see it closer.

However, in the face of the vigilant Liaodong Army, the bayonet in the hand of the bright flicker. The riots only stopped for a moment.

The eighth living Buddha, who was once extremely noble among these people, was a god-like existence, but now he was wearing tattered clothes. The messy hair, under the guard of more than a dozen Liaodong troops, was being locked in an iron cage, and under the pull of a carriage, it came to stop under the east gate.

Zhong Lin, who presided over the handling of the eighth generation this time, did not expect the power of the notice to be so great, and opened his mouth slightly. Zhong Lin nodded with satisfaction, got off the horse, and walked straight to the supervision platform that had been set up long ago.

There were no superfluous words, just a simple list of the eight indictments, and then after reading it out loud, Zhong Lin directly waved his hand and motioned for the soldiers to do it.

The big pit next to it had already been dug yesterday. Several Liaodong soldiers opened the iron gate boastfully, and then dragged out the eighth who was already dying inside, and without saying a word, they dragged it directly into the pit and threw it in.

Knowing that his death was near, Hachishi whined and shouted from time to time, but the inside of his mouth was stuffed with rags, and his body was tied to a kneeling position. Kneeling in the pit, he could only watch in horror as the dirt on his body slowly flooded his body.

To be buried alive is nothing more than to bury a living person.

I don't know if it was Liu Jun's arrangement, or Zhong Lin, in order to better deter these Outer Mongolian people who watched, Zhong Lin didn't let the soldiers in charge of burying the head of the eighth emperor bury, so he left a head outside. If you can breathe, you just can't come out.

Poor Eighth Generation, after holding out for a day, is dying, even so. There was no one to bury the head, until Liu Jun left, because the body stinked, under the order of the Liaodong Military Commission in Waimeng, the head was cut off, and then a pit was dug next to it and the matter was hastily buried.