"Get down!"
"Hurry up!"
"Don't dawdle!"
As they were being reprimanded, the Chinese laborers with pig-tail-like braids behind their heads were horrified to find that these tall and imposing soldiers in black military uniforms suddenly had a bad attitude towards them.
One by one, they pointed their rifles at them and forced them to get off the boat and go to the shore.
They were terrified and didn't know what to do, but no one dared to speak.
She got off the boat like a pig and went to the shore.
"Soldier Master, what's wrong? Wasn't he fine just now?"
A Chinese worker with shiny braids asked in panic.
He was the one who shouted," Your ancestors have braids, you bunch of disrespectful people.”
A flash of anger flashed across the Ming army soldier's eyes as he hit him in the face with the butt of his gun!
"Ah!"
The Chinese worker covered his face in pain and fell to the ground.
"Don't dawdle. Get down!"
The Ming army soldier kicked the Chinese worker again.
Immediately, seeing that someone had been beaten, the Chinese workers did not dare to say anything else.
The 500 Chinese laborers were chased off the boat and went to the shore.
Groups of people gathered on the shore.
Pairs of pitch-black leather boots stepped on the shore.
The eyes under the black military hats were very sharp.
"Now, start cutting the braids!"
Dressed in a pitch-black military uniform, the Ming Dynasty officer stood on the shore with his hands behind his back and shouted at all the Chinese workers.
" What, cut braids?!"
"Soldier, I beg you, we can do anything you want us to do, but please don't cut our braids!”
"Please, Soldier Master!"
"We kneel down before you."
The Chinese workers begged, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to Corey.
"Stand up!"
Corey was furious and raised his foot at a Chinese worker.
The black leather boots kicked the Chinese worker, knocking him down.
Corey looked around and roared in anger.
"The place you are about to go to is our Great Ming!”
"How many years has it been since Slave Jian ruled the land?! It's only been sixty years!"
Have you all forgotten?"
"When the Manchu people entered the pass, they left their heads behind. How many Han people did they kill?!”
"How many Han people have lost their heads to Slave Jian in order to not leave behind any braids?？”
"The Qing Dynasty forced the Han people to cut their hair, change our Han family's clothing, and destroy our Han culture!”
"But now, after being ruled by Slave Jian for more than sixty years, you can still shout nonsense like whose ancestor doesn't have braids?!”
"Your words have insulted the ancestors of all the people in the Divine Prefecture for the past 5,000 years! Including your ancestors! Did being a slave give him a sense of honor?!”
Corey grabbed the pig-tail-like braid behind the Chinese worker's head.""Sixty years up, five thousand years ahead!”
"In China, in the Divine Continent, other than you, who else has a pigtail-like braid on the back of their head?？”
"Cut it!"
"Anyone who doesn't want to cut their braids will be shot!”
The Chinese workers wailed.
On the other side, the Chinese workers from Taiping Country who had no braids widened their eyes in shock.
Under the pressure of force and the pressure of guns, the Chinese workers began to cut their braids.
Everything went smoothly. Many Chinese workers were shocked by Wang Zhong's words and allowed the Ming soldiers to take out their military sabers and cut their braids.
However, two Chinese workers in mandarin robes, who were different from the other Chinese workers and looked like scholars in the past, knelt on the ground and begged the Ming soldiers,"Soldier, Soldier, don't cut my braids!”
"No, I can't! Don't cut it!"
The two Chinese workers, who looked like scholars, begged and struggled.
Zhu Shengkai, who had been standing at the side, made a gesture with an expressionless face.
The Ming soldiers at the side immediately understood.
Immediately, four Ming soldiers in black double-breasted uniforms pulled the two Chinese workers out like wolves and tigers.
He raised his gun.
He didn't say much.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Two gunshots rang out.
"Kacha."
The crisp sound of a bolt being pulled rang out.
At the same time as the bullet shell that was thrown out of the gun, there was also bright red blood.
The two corpses fell to the ground weakly.
This caused the Chinese workers to scream.
"When Slave Jian of the Manchu Dynasty entered the pass, anyone who didn't want to shave their hair or have braids was killed by Slave Jian.”
"Now, I, Great Ming, have an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!”
"You don't want to cut the braids at the back of your head?”
"Then die!"
"Leave your hair behind!"
"I want to see what your ancestors will say when they see the braids that you cherish and even think of as the orthodox braids of the Divine Prefecture!”
"Continue!"
Under his black military cap, Wang Zhong looked around like a hawk.
With this order, the Ming soldiers who were like wolves and tigers continued to hold their military sabers.
The pigtail-like braids were cut off.
Many Chinese workers were crying.
"Are they really people from Great Ming?”
On the other side, the dozen Chinese workers from Taiping Country who did not have braids looked at this scene in shock.
"Brother Yue, what should we do now?”
Everyone looked at a burly man.
The burly man kept sizing up the Ming soldiers who were wearing a mighty black double-breasted military coat, black long leather boots, a large-brimmed military cap, and holding rifles.
Especially the rifles in their hands. Yue Long looked at them for a long time.
He was shocked. On the battlefield of the Qing Kingdom, whether it was them, the Qing Yao army, or the foreign army invited by the Qing government, they had never had such advanced weapons!
"Follow me!"
Yue Long took the lead, and a dozen Chinese workers from the Taiping Country Army who did not have braids came to Zhu Shengkai.
They saw clearly that Zhu Shengkai had the highest status.
The surrounding Ming soldiers looked at them.
"Huala!"
Yue Long and the others immediately kowtowed to Zhu Shengkai. He shouted,"The former general of Taiping Country, Yue Long, has led 17 soldiers to greet Your Majesty!”
"I am willing to lead my subordinates and serve Your Majesty!”
Zhu Shengkai's eyes flashed with surprise, but he did not refuse. Instead, he nodded and said,""Yes."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Yue Long was excited.
"Also, don't kneel in the future. I, Big Ming, don't kneel anymore.”
"In the Qing Dynasty, Manchurian Jian Nu didn't treat us Han people as humans, but in the Ming Dynasty, it's different.”
Zhu Shengkai said. This sentence was not only for Yue Long and the others to hear, but also for those Chinese workers who had their braids cut off!
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