The day before yesterday, Mao Wenlong had a new whistle.

Donurhachi took almost all of his troops with him, leaving only 10,000 real slaves and 20,000 false slaves for Manggultai.

This whistle is different from the previous more than 10,000 real slaves and tens of thousands of fake slaves, but it coincides with what this false slave said.

Mao Wenlong looked at the messenger slave who was firmly pressed under his feet by his adopted son, and his eyes moved slightly.

This time, he personally led the army out of the island, went deep into the dangerous place, and died down, and spent such a lot of hard work, not only for Fuyizhou.

"Nothing else to say to me?"

Listening to Mao Wenlong's question, Mao Chenglu moved the knife away so that the fake slave could get up.

I saw him bow to the ground, kowtow wildly, and said in a loud voice: "General, that Mang Gurtai sent a team of men and horses to the Big Worm River and set up rafts, as if preparing for crossing the river and storming the island. ”

"Whether what I said is true or not, the general will know when he tries it!"

It was getting late, and Mao Wenlong's hand holding the saber moved lightly a few times.

After a long time, he nodded lightly and said, "Tie it up, put it in." ”

When this fake slave was tied up with five flowers, stuffed with a mouth full of anesthetic and cotton, and many soldiers of the Dongjiang Army were also muttering in secret.

"Really, the Tartars are going to attack the island again?"

"Don't make noise, and listen to how the general decides, I will obey orders!"

Mao Wenlong thought for a while, combined all the news in recent times, and found that this news became more and more true.

Suddenly, his hand gripping the saber tightened.

If these news are true, then there is a way for him to make Yiju City self-defeating, but then again, if the news is fake, he will fall into a situation from which he will never recover.

Finally... Believe or not believe?

In fact, Mao Wenlong's garrison on Phi Island has two roles.

First, the territory of the Ming Dynasty from Guangning to Liaoyang and then to Phi Dao formed a line, and through Phi Dao connected to North Korea, so that North Korea could also understand the situation of the Ming Dynasty.

When the Dongjiang army harassed Houjin, it also reduced the pressure on North Korea, and sent more troops and horses north to cooperate with it.

Second, the Dongjiang Army was stationed on Phi Dao, attracting tens of thousands of Liao and Korean people who had been enslaved by the Later Jin Dynasty to defect.

On weekdays, although Mao Wenlong stuck to an island, he made four out of his mind, scattered rumors near Hetuala, the old nest of the Houjin Dynasty, and persuaded the people to be the internal response of the Dongjiang Army.

The nest is full of people who resist oppression, and many Han generals who surrender are frequently rebelled by Mao Wenlong.

In Houjin, there are spies all over the place, and almost every Han person is the internal response when the Dongjiang Army is coming.

As a result, Nurhachi hated the Han people more and more, using Han people and believing Han people even less, and oppressing the Liao people even more.

However, the more intense the oppression, the more likely it is to provoke resistance.

The riots of the Liao people were wave after wave, all of which were in harmony with the Dongjiang army, and when Nurhachi was in Hetuala, he was worried all day long, guarding against internal and external defenses, and suffering unspeakably.

In the west, Xiong Tingbi's iron bucket policy made him nowhere to speak, and the Dongjiang Army sailed to the sea, harassing him all the time.

If it weren't for Wang Huazhen's foolish behavior this time, Nurhachi would not have found a chance to send troops to the west.

Mao Wenlong knew these truths, so in the end, he chose to believe it.

Give it a go.

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Three days ago, Mang Gurtai Zheng, the Jurchen soldiers of the Blue Banner, slaughtered a Liao people and a village inhabited by Koreans outside the city of Yiju.

At least hundreds of people suffered from this hardship, and their people and gods were indignant, and when they got the news, the Dongjiang army was united in one heart, and everyone shouted for capture.

In this regard, Mao Wenlong's strategy for Yizhou gradually unfolded.

If he can capture Mang Gurtai, the leader of the Tartar soldiers, in a battle, he can block the mouth of the court and prove to the saints in the Forbidden City that the Dongjiang Army is worthy of his recognition.

The tributary of the Yalu River, the estuary of the "Big Worm River" for a period of time, flows southeast through the abandoned Bosso Province and flows south to the Yalu River.

The estuary is turbulent, the dark rocks are dense, and the soldiers and horses are traveling south.

A few miles away from the Big Worm River, a Ming army of more than 10,000 people was quietly marching.

At the mouth of the river, there is a small slave camp.

The mouth of the slave camp drove towards the river, and there were more than 2,000 real slave soldiers who were adding their fists and feet to more than 10,000 fake slave soldiers, shouting unknown nonsense, and constantly whipping.

In the Guangrou Plain, the sun was dazzling and not warm, and many real slaves took care of the Han people and worked for themselves, but they also gathered together to talk in Jurchen language.

At this time, on the banks of the two rivers, countless Ming troops quietly came up, and everyone was happy to see that there was really a slave camp setting up rafts here.

At this moment, they all hated to rush down directly and hack all these Tartar soldiers to death in order to eliminate the hatred in their hearts.

In their eyes, the Tartars were not synonymous with fear, but both a great opportunity to prove their exploits to the imperial court and to take revenge.

Outside the slave camp, there were rangers patrolling the sentry posts, and inside the camp there were well-equipped slave soldiers in iron armor standing guard.

They all looked disdainful, not expecting that they were about to be in trouble.

"General, let's do it!" Mao Chenglu lay on Mao Wenlong's side and kept urging.

Mao Wenlong waited quietly, but did not say a word.

At this time, three slaves came from afar.

One of them shouted a word of tartar, and then put his sword and spear on his horse, ran in front of the crowd, untied his trousers, and began to pee.

This urine is not only fishy yellow, but also has a lot of smell.

The smell reached the noses of the soldiers of the Dongjiang Army behind Xiaopo, and many of them pinched their noses and held their hands tightly on the knives and guns at their waists.

When the unwielding Tartar was refreshed, the two slaves behind him also pointed at him and laughed.

Suddenly, there was a commotion ahead, and almost instantly, a cluster of arrows pierced the throat of the Tartar soldier.

The Tartar unsheathed his trousers, clutched the bleeding wound, and with a look of disbelief, fell like a hill.

"Soldiers, the time has come to repay the emperor's grace, and kill the prisoners with this commander!" Mao Wenlong pulled out his saber and was the first to jump out.

Mao Chenglu also screamed a few times, preemptively cut off the head of the tartar, danced in the air, and rushed forward after Mao Wenlong.

"Kill the captives and restore the land!!"

Suddenly, the Ming troops on both sides jumped up, and the cavalry and infantry were all like overwhelming mountains, rolling towards the slave camp below.

Inside and outside the slave camp, the Tartars panicked and tried to organize resistance.

Suddenly, the false slaves who had been enslaved for a long time rose up one after another, picked up stones, grabbed weapons, and turned around to fight with the real slaves.

As soon as Mao Wenlong led the Ming army to kill, the team of more than 2,000 Tartars was frightened, and the cries of the fleeing men and horses were earth-shattering.

"The Ming soldiers have arrived!"

"Soldier Ming is here, run!"

The Great Worm River is menacing, blocking in front of the Tartars, as if it is the will of heaven.

The Ming army is also like a river that bursts the embankment, from top to bottom, cutting Tartars at close range, and like chopping melons and vegetables, it is extremely brave.

Even those Liao people who had been enslaved before turned around and threw themselves into the camp of the Ming army at this moment, and turned the people killed by the Houjin soldiers on their backs.

Mang Gurtai wanted to set up a raft, and then cross the river and capture the Phi Island, so as to comfort the old slave.

Unexpectedly, Mao Wenlong actually believed the words of a fake slave, led the Dongjiang army to pour out, and killed him by surprise.

The rescued Liao people reported one after another, and made it clear where the materials near Manggultai were in Yizhou.

Surprisingly, a few miles from here, there was a horse camp with a blue flag.

The destruction of the raft was secondary, and what really hurt Mang Gurtai was the casualties of the two thousand real slaves, as well as the loss of thousands of horses in several horse camps.

Not long after, Mao Wenlong rode on a war horse and watched coldly as the Dongjiang army collected the spoils of war everywhere.

Suddenly, he looked in the direction of Yizhou again, throwing away a disdainful look.