Ah Shan, the owner of the Yellow Banner, came to the Shengjing Sect with his own soldiers.

According to the order of the old thief Hong, Zhenghuang Banner needs to send two Jiala, a total of 3,000 men and horses, to participate in the battle.

Behind Ah Shan, there was a young general, among whom the slender and tall one was named Nalan Mingzhu, who was eighteen years old this year and was a person with a yellow flag.

Nalan Mingzhu's grandfather was Yehenara Jintaiji, the commander of the Yehe tribe, who had united the nine-part coalition army to conquer Nurhachi, and it was cold in the first battle.

His father, Niyaha, recognized the situation and led the Yehebu to surrender to Nurhachi, and was awarded the rank of assistant leader, becoming the founding father of the Qing Dynasty.

When Ah Shan and Nalan Mingzhu came to the Great Teaching Field, they saw that the team of Zhenghuang Banner gathered here was sparse, and the bannermen were staggered and listless.

These bannermen feel that they have poured blood mold for eight lifetimes, and they have been transferred to the front line, and they are ten thousand unwilling in their hearts!

Ah Shan glanced at Nalan Mingzhu, Mingzhu understood, and shouted: "Gushan is really here!" ”

Only then did those flagmen with hysteria come to their senses and hurriedly stood in line, but no one came to report to Ah Shan.

Ah Shan frowned and asked, "What about your Jialazhangjing?" ”

There was a stumbling in the ranks, flagmen, you look at me, I look at you, no one answers.

Finally out of the group came a young man who dragged a flint rumi, which was only as tall as a flint rumi gun.

The little man said, "Lord Ezhen, our Jialazhangjing has run away."

"Two Kala Chapters Kyoto ran away? Where did it go? Ahsan glared at his beard and shouted.

The little man shook his head and replied, "They all ran away, I don't know where they went, and the minions didn't see them this morning." ”

Obviously, when the two Jiala Zhangjing heard that they were going to the front line to fight the Ming army as cannon fodder, they had already been frightened, and they formed a team to smear oil on the soles of their feet and run away overnight.

"Are you Niu Lu Zhangjing?" Ahsan asked.

The little man shook his head and replied, "No, our Niu Lu Zhangjing also ran away!" ”

Ahsan was furious and shouted, "Holy shit, you guys have all fucking run away!" ”

The little man Qi Ding muttered, "We don't speak Chinese and Korean......"

The implication is that if these bannermen could speak Chinese and Korean, they would have changed into the clothes of Han Chinese or ordinary Koreans and secretly ran away.

Ah Shan's face turned blue with anger, but Nalan Mingzhu beside him was inexplicably surprised.

He had long heard that these Eight Banners soldiers in Manchuria were willing to degenerate, their military discipline was sloppy, and their morale was low, but he never expected that their morale would fall to such an extent!

Although these 3,000 people are not the elite of the Zhenghuang Banner, most of them are cannon fodder carefully selected by the banner owner, but they are also the three banners of the Qing Dynasty!

Before the battle was fought, the official ran away first, what the fuck is going on!

I heard that the bandits in the mountains encountered a big event, and the big boss also knew to stand up for the brothers, but the Jiala Zhangjing of the Great Qing Kingdom lost a battalion of brothers and slipped away first!

Ah Shan suppressed his anger and asked, "Is there still Niu Lu Zhangjing who hasn't run?" Stand up for Lao Tzu! ”

"The minion didn't run!"

A round young fat man stood up, straightened his chest, and said proudly, as if he had made a great achievement without running.

Ah Shan's face softened, and he forced his spirits to ask, "Report your name, age, and origin!" ”

The little fat man immediately said loudly: "Slave Suo Etu, seventeen years old this year, Hesheri clan, Manchuria Zhenghuangqi Shizhi Niu Lu Zhangjing!" ”

This little fat man is quite energetic, Ah Shan asked meaningfully: "Suo Etu, why didn't you run, aren't you afraid of death?" ”

Suo Etu replied seriously: "The slave's father is the minister of Taizong's court, Sony, the ancestor was ruthlessly killed by Ming Gou during the Liaodong War, and the slave wants to avenge his father!" Serve the Qing Dynasty! ”

"It turned out to be Sony's son, and it's good!"

Ah Shan sighed heartily, and then shouted: "From now on, you are Jia Lazhangjing!" ”

Suo Etu, who had been promoted two levels in a row, was overjoyed, and hurriedly kowtowed: "The slave Xie Gushan is really promoted!" ”

Ah Shan nodded with satisfaction, but the two Jialazhang Kyoto ran away, and now only one is selected, and there is still one missing, who will go?

He glanced at the group of flagmen in front of him who were stunned, and shook his head secretly, these cannon fodder are not good, few of them are energetic.

In the end, Ah Shan set his eyes on Nalan Mingzhu beside him, and he asked: "Mingzhu, are you willing to be this Jia Lazhangjing and make meritorious contributions to the Qing Dynasty?" ”

"Minions willing!"

Nalan Mingzhu replied stubbornly, but she was extremely disappointed in her heart.

He knew very well that Ah Shan didn't want the elite of the Yellow Banner to be sent to death, so he specially sent some guys who picked up some scumbags in the Niu Lu to fill the number, that is, these three thousand banners, and gave these rookies who didn't even have armor to be Zhang Jing, and the future was bleak!

"Good!"

He patted Nalan Mingzhu on the shoulder and said: "Young people, you should go to the battlefield to practice more, like our era, those who are not descendants of the old Khan, who can become Jialazhangjing before the age of thirty, are all talented ministers with great military achievements, you have caught up with the good times!" ”

Mingzhu slandered in his heart, it's not that there is no one in the Qing Dynasty, the older generation was basically killed by the Ming army, and even the Manchurian Bannermen were slaughtered, and there are not many people left, if we young people are not allowed to go up, who else can we count on the Eight Banners?

Ah Shan is very satisfied, now that the generals are also available, the men and horses who are going out on the Yellow Banner are all alive, and he can finally give an explanation to the old thief Hong.

On the big teaching field, Ah Shan simply said a few words of encouragement, and then left with his hands behind his back.

Nalan Mingzhu looked at his demoralized subordinates and shouted: "The veterans who have been on the battlefield and killed people are out of the ranks!" ”

To his surprise, more than half of the bannermen stood up, and these bannermen were quite strong, holding various types of firearms such as bird's guns, Lumi guns, and flint Lumi guns, and some of them were holding bows and arrows......

But these flagmen all move strangely, their actions are procrastinated, and when they hold a good fire gun in their hands, it becomes a painting style of holding a stick and doing a dry frame.

Now the army of the Qing State is not short of firearms, but the models are complicated, and they are relatively backward compared with the Ming army.

Nalan Mingzhu was very satisfied, feeling that he had underestimated the Eight Banners Army, he carefully selected, and finally picked out a few bannermen who looked powerful and had good faces.

He happily pointed to a few people and said, "From now on, you are Niu Lu Zhangjing!" ”

"Wow!"

In fact, Nalan Mingzhu didn't know that these Eight Banner soldiers who stood up, the so-called soldiers who had killed people on the battlefield, were obtained by suppressing the civil strife on the Korean Peninsula, not by fighting the Ming army on the battlefield in Liaodong.

Suo Etu, who has just been promoted, is also selecting Niu Lu Zhangjing, but the people he chooses are all loyal to his old subordinates.

In just one day, the establishment of the two Jiala of the Zhenghuang Banner was rebuilt, and together with the other flags, they went to the front line one after another.