Late Ming Dynasty: Oops, I am surrounded by the Donglin Party

“There are hundreds of kinds of punishments in our Imperial Prison, and some of them require special tools that we don’t have here.

But don't worry, Marshal. Just this trick of playing the piano is not something that ordinary people can withstand.

This fellow is of noble status and has probably never suffered much. I will wait for him to speak."

As Wu Datou spoke, he took out a piece of wire from the box he brought with him.

"What is the technique of playing the piano randomly?" Zhang Shikang asked.

As it was a secret of the Imperial Guard, if anyone else asked, Wu Datou would never tell them. But when his immediate superior spoke, Wu Datou explained while tidying up his equipment:

"My Lord Commander, this move is simple.

See the wire in my hand? Just pass it through the guy's testicles and keep pulling it.

Imagine, sir, a cold, sharp piece of metal piercing the most sensitive part of a man's body, pulling it back and forth with severe pain, just like plucking a guitar string. Isn't that just playing the guitar randomly?

Hehe, most people can’t bear this kind of torture.

But even if this person can bear it, it doesn't matter. I have even more ruthless ones."

Zhang Shikang just felt a chill in his crotch.

He had known that the punishments in ancient times were very perverted, but when he actually saw it, he had a different feeling.

However, Zhang Shikang keenly noticed that when Jirgalang heard the execution process, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.

"Will this not kill someone?" Zhang Shikang asked again.

Wu Datou immediately stiffened his neck. If the person asking the question was not Zhang Shikang, he would have probably lost his temper. This was questioning the ability of a professional.

"That's not possible. At most, your eggs will be damaged, and you won't be able to play with women anymore." Wu Datou promised.

Jirgalang's lips twitched again and his legs began to tremble.

"Hurry up!" Zhang Shikang urged hurriedly when he saw this.

Wu Datou responded and ordered his two men to tear off Jirgalang's clothes immediately.

Jirgalang felt a chill in his crotch, and his legs began to tremble unconsciously.

Zhang Shikang took a look at Jirgalang's crotch and frowned. It was all black and hairy.

He thought again that the Jianlu had just transitioned from a life of eating raw meat and drinking blood, and they probably didn't pay much attention to personal hygiene, so he unconsciously covered his mouth and nose.

But Wu Datou didn't care at all. He even pulled it twice, causing Jirgalang's legs to shake even more violently.

"Come here, both of you, hold down his legs and don't let him move." Wu Datou instructed his two subordinates.

Two subordinates hurried over and held down Jirgalang's legs. Wu Datou held the sharp wire in one hand and grabbed one of Jirgalang's testicles with the other.

He was about to push the wire in, but Jirgalang couldn't help himself:

"I confess, I confess, please don't torture me! Please don't torture me!"

Zhang Shikang grinned.

"Why would you have suffered so much if you had confessed earlier?"

Most people are like this, they won't cry until they see a coffin. Unlike him, he can cry even without seeing a coffin.

"What do you want to know?" Jirgalang said dejectedly.

After shouting out that confession, he suddenly became as powerless as a deflated ball.

Zhang Shikang roughly understood that this was the inevitable result of destroying Jirgalang's so-called dignity and honor.

"About the military deployment of the Qing Empire, including the relationship between the Qing Empire and the Mongolian tribes, and all useful things.

If you dare to lie, or let me find out, you know the consequences." Zhang Shikang said after finding a chair and sitting down.

Jirgalang was silent for a moment and then said:

"The total number of soldiers in the Qing Empire is 190,000, divided into the Eight Banners of Manchuria, the Eight Banners of Mongolia, and the Eight Banners of Han.

The Eight Banners of Manchuria are the absolute elite of our Great Qing Empire. Excluding those who died in battle today, there are about 58,000 of them.

The Eight Banners of Mongolia are also the main force of the Qing Dynasty, with more than 90,000 people, and the rest are Han Banners. "

Jirgalang's confession was quite detailed, clearly describing the respective flag owners and military strengths of the Manchu, Mongolian and Han peoples.

Even the conflicts and frictions between the princes, as well as the situation of Han officials, were all revealed.

"You only have tens of thousands of people. With so many tribes in Mongolia, will they all listen to you obediently?" Zhang Shikang asked again.

"Of course they refused to obey, but they were not united and each acted independently, so the late emperor used both soft and hard tactics to defeat them one by one, leading to the current situation."

"What a good combination of soft and hard tactics. How many daughters has Wild Boar Skin given away?" Zhang Shikang teased.

This made Jierhalang particularly angry, but he took a look at the wire in Wu Datou's hand and said honestly:

"The late emperor only married off two daughters in total. The rest were either Beizi or Beile from the Qing Dynasty, or women from other royal families, or Manchu commoners."

Well, it turns out that in every dynasty, people liked to fake marriages when marrying so-called princesses, Zhang Shikang thought to himself.

"How is your control over the Mongolian tribes?" Zhang Shikang asked again.

This was the question he really wanted to understand. The territories of the Mongolian tribes were so vast that they almost ran through the entire northern part of the Eurasian continent.

Broadly speaking, the area from west of the Sea of Okhotsk to the steppes of East Europe was the activity zone of the steppe tribes.

By this time, the Qing Dynasty should have conquered part of the Mongolians, but the Qing Dynasty continued to conquer Mongolia until the period of Emperor Shiquan, which means that at that time at least half of the Mongolians had not surrendered to the Qing Dynasty.

If this is the case, then it is Ming Dynasty’s opportunity to go north, north, and north again, all the way to the North Pole.

Go west, west, and west again, all the way to the steppes of East Europe. This area, which is only controlled by herdsmen, will sooner or later be taken away by the Russians.

Zhang Shikang believed that the Ming Dynasty must get a piece of such a vast territory.

Moreover, since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the threat from the north has always been the Ming Dynasty's most primary contradiction. He must find a way to solve this long-standing problem once and for all.

"The Mongolians' activity area is too vast. Now all the sixteen Mongolian tribes in the south of the desert have surrendered, but the Mongolians in the north and west of the desert are still fighting against the Qing Dynasty.

Our Great Qing Emperor is planning to attack the Mongolian tribes in the northern desert."

Jirgalang said with a painful expression that as a prince of the Qing Dynasty, he now had to sell important information to the enemy country naked in such a humiliating way.

This pain is no less painful than killing him.

What he called the southern, northern and western Mongolians were actually the great desert Gobi between the northern Ming Dynasty and the North Sea.

The North Sea is Lake Baikal. Before the Ming Dynasty, the desert there was called the Great Desert. The Ming Dynasty called it the Hanhai. Now it is located in Outer Mongolia and is called the Gobi Desert.

"Are there any tribes in the Mongolian desert south of the desert that are flattering and submissive to your Great Qing Dynasty?" Zhang Shikang asked again.

"Most tribes have surrendered, only the Tumed tribe has ulterior motives. Our Qing Empire has already found out that he has secretly traded with the Ming people."

"Yoshi, I got it." Zhang Shikang said with a wicked smile.

Among the cavalry of his guards, 4,000 of them were purchased by Lu Xiangsheng from Tumed through the border town. Isn't this a match?

As long as you work hard, there is no corner that you cannot pry open.

"Kill me." Jirgalang said dejectedly.

All he wanted now was death, for only death could offset his guilt for selling out information.

"You wish, I'm planning to use you to exchange for more things!

"Wu Datou, keep an eye on this man for me. If he dies, I will hold you responsible."

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