choke element

There are about two to three thousand Khitans and Jurchens living in Kaicheng. Most of them left the Khitans for various reasons and dispersed throughout Goryeo. They clashed with others and committed crimes and were arrested.

The Koreans were disgusted and wary of them, so they were taken into custody, stripped of their weapons, and placed in several hard labor camps outside the city. The strong ones went to dig copper and iron ores every day; the weak ones tended livestock for the Goryeo nobles.

Neither of these two jobs is easy. In the copper and iron mines, whether it was digging ore in the open pit or helping to transport it near the furnace, it was all exhausting. Once they take turns going down the well, the dark depths of the ground can kill people at any time.

Raising livestock sounds easier, but the strict rules of the Goryeo nobles are ten times stricter than those of nomadic tribes. Herdsmen with a rough temper often get into trouble in that environment, and being whipped is commonplace.

In the morning of this day, the camp door opened, and several cooks brought a few buckets of drinking water inside. The water was not clean, and the amount was small. Each person could only drink a spoonful to quench their thirst. Then they moved a few wooden barrels into the camp, which contained grains that looked like swill, and a few piles of pickles whose original color couldn't be seen. This kind of food is barely enough to survive, and it is certainly impossible to eat enough.

The superiors have already given instructions to the hard labor camp, saying that these people are ferocious beasts, and only if they are thirsty and hungry can they be honest.

Food and drinking water had just been supplied, and before everyone in the camp had a chance to take a sip, the soldiers in charge began to scream and urge them to get to work. Most of the Khitan people trapped here were tired. Some of them got up listlessly and stood slowly on the edge of the fence to look at the situation outside, their eyes dull.

Even though the guards yelled and cursed them, more people still sat there in a daze. Among these people, there were famous warriors under Yelvliu Ge in the past, hunters with outstanding skills in the white mountains and black waters, and experts who could ride a bareback horse for thousands of miles in a day, but they were all not good.

But now, their credentials are worthless.

No matter whether they are brave and powerful, cunning and wise, or fierce and cruel, no matter what their background is, even if they once held a high position and treated prisoners on the battlefield like pigs and dogs, now they are just bereaved dogs with no hope in life. Menial slave labor.

Seeing that they were tired, the Korean guard immediately pushed open the fence and came in, kicking and beating them. There was a Khitan man who was probably ill and too groggy to get out of the way. The guard flew up and kicked him in the chin. There was a muffled sound, his mouth was filled with teeth, and blood surged from his mouth and nose. The man was quite tough. He was so seriously injured that he didn't scream. He rolled on the ground twice before struggling to get up.

Seeing this, the dozens of Khitan men lying nearby all jumped up, and some bit their cheeks, showing a ruthless air.

The Korean guard didn't notice at all, but kept shouting and showing off his power. When a Khitan man saw him turning towards the other side, he staggered closer, intending to use all his strength to hit him hard.

Before he exerted any force, the Korean guard was very vigilant. He turned around suddenly, stared at the people in front of him suspiciously, and cursed: "What do you want to do? Are you looking for death?"

The Khitan people all looked confused.

There was a language barrier on both sides. The Gaoli guard cursed a few more times, turned around and walked out. At this moment, a group of officials walked over quickly. The guard came forward to ask, but was pushed away unceremoniously by the official.

The officials strode into the camp. No one said anything at first, and they opened a few wooden boxes. The lid of the box was opened, and it was filled with copper coins.

Hundreds of eyes were focused instantly, and people slowly gathered around with greedy expressions on their faces.

The leader of the officials spoke up and spoke in Han Chinese language: "We are subordinates of the Privy Councilor, and we are recruiting people to prepare for the polo competition. We need people who can ride strong horses! We need people who can fight immediately! It is best to kill them." Extraordinary! Those who are selected will be rewarded generously, and they can all be counted as the guards of the Privy Deputy Envoy!"

People's footsteps stopped.

Polo is a sport that has declined in the Central Plains. It is still popular only among the Jurchens and Bohai tribes in the northeastern hinterland. Although the Khitan people were not very familiar with this, they had never eaten pork and had seen pigs running away, so no one found it difficult. It was obvious before his eyes that a certain high-ranking official with the rank of Privy Councilor wanted to shine in a certain polo tournament, so he gave everyone a chance to escape from the hard labor camp. Even without the lure of several boxes of money, everyone present was moved.

But the conditions mentioned by these Koreans are ridiculous. Suddenly some unruly people in the crowd sneered: "I'm afraid these Goryeo barbarians are not stupid. Among us, who can't ride fierce horses to fight? Who has never killed someone? If it weren't for bad luck, we would kill the Goryeo people just like killing chickens!" "

A man who looked like a leader stopped his restlessness and stepped forward: "Master, we have at least two hundred of the people you want here... but I don't know how many you want?"

The official narrowed his eyes and looked the leader up and down: "Two hundred? Don't brag!"

The man smiled bitterly: "My lord, what does fighting on horseback mean to us? Who hasn't gone through several years of bloody battles and traveled thousands of miles to get here... Anyone without any skills would have died on the road long ago! The people in this camp , the official can pick any one he wants, and any one of them can charge into battle, more than just a game of polo!"

The official also wanted to point someone out to give it a try, but the companion next to him echoed: "The Deputy Privy Councilor said, you have to move fast. If you go slow, you may be robbed!"

The official slapped his forehead: "Yes, yes, thank you for reminding me!"

He raised his voice and shouted: "There's no need to think too much, I want two hundred people!"

The coolies all gathered around, shouting: "Me! Me! Don't mention giving me money, just give me a meal of wine and meat, and I will kill for you!"

When the hard labor camp was noisy, Chi Yunshen hurried over. Seeing this situation, he did not dare to enter and could only look from a distance. Seeing that the strong men in this camp were about to be swept away, he whipped his horse and said to his left and right, "Listen! You can play a polo game with two hundred people! What a murderous person!"

When it comes to recruiting the Khitans and Jurchens who went south for his own use, Chi Yunshen had already had this idea. However, the person who was most suspicious of the Zhou Dynasty both inside and outside the court of Goryeo was Cui Zhongxian himself.

Cui Zhongxian was accustomed to holding power alone, so he would never allow foreigners to try to interfere in Goryeo's internal affairs and take away the power in his hands. Others don’t care so much!

Before I reach the highest position, as long as any power can be used by me, how can I refuse? If anyone can really contact Dazhou behind them through those Khitan and Jurchen refugees, and then obtain Dazhou's promise... Believe it or not, this person can sell his ancestors to the Zhou people!

The problem is that everyone except Cui Zhongxian wants to sell, but Da Zhou has never expressed his position. No one knows what the Celestial Empire wants, so they want to sell it but cannot find a way.

This time Yin Chang came across the sea, so many people were watching, and so many people sent their men to try to do something. Could it be that they were all trying to prevent him from intervening? Chi Yunshen himself secretly allocated a large amount of money, and also copied into a book the dirty information about many officials in Goryeo that he had collected over the years. As long as Yin Chang shows enough strength, Chi Yunshen will immediately give him a meeting gift.

Chi Yunshen bets that Cui Junwen thinks the same way, and even Cui Yu... This guy has spread rumors that he will use Japanese pirates to intercept at sea, and he can't guarantee that he is trying to contact Yin Chang first!

To a certain extent, the stability of Goryeo's situation is due to the arrival of Yin Chang. Before this gentleman makes a choice, no one is willing to take the risk of doing useless work and tearing their faces in vain.

As a result, Yin Chang said that he was here to organize the polo competition.

Well, the wait was in vain! In the end, the Heavenly Kingdom had no idea at all. For the sake of Cui Zhongxian's power after his death, everyone still had to roll up their sleeves, hold the sword, and fight in person until blood was everywhere!

Cui Yu is the fastest in recruiting people, while Cui Zhongxian seems to be reminding others, but in fact he is clearly encouraging everyone, urging them to quickly expand their strength and then join in the bloody struggle!

This old man is crazy, he is already a demon controlled by lust for power!