Oba's envoy was welcomed into the Khan's court at dusk, and Ho Heli was giving him a feast.

In fact, the Jurchens did not know that some of their habits had long been assimilated by the Han Chinese.

"Thanks to the five thousand iron horsemen of the Minister of Parliament, the Khan of our department was able to regain the power of Korqin!" The messenger laughed and held up a glass of spirits.

When He Heli heard this, the expression on his face gradually faded, and he put down his wine glass and asked with a smile: "Lord Oba hasn't forgotten what he will do if he regains power this time, right?" ”

The messenger noticed that the atmosphere in the tent had become a little delicate, so he quickly got down on his knees, leaned over, and said:

"How dare you forget?"

"The Korqin Department will always be the most loyal servant of Dajin from now on, and it is the right thing to do to conquer the Quartet for Kundulun Khan and pacify the Southern Barbarians!"

He Heli immediately laughed and drank the liquor in one gulp.

"Where's Budazi?"

The envoy shook his head and sighed: "Those lords who followed Budaqi's rebellion have all been disposed of by Lord Oba, but Budaqi led his cronies to the south, and I am afraid that they will flee to the southern barbarians!" ”

He Heli sneered: "It's okay to flee to the Ming Kingdom, Oba should know the truth of killing the Horqin people loyal to Budaqi, right?" ”

In the end, this minister of parliament was worthy of being a figure who followed Kundulun Khan's southern and northern wars, and the murderous aura between his words also made the envoy's heart throb and uneasy.

He Heli didn't wait for him to reply, and said to himself:

"Cut off Budaqi's wings, even if he gets the help of Ming Guo, he won't be able to make any waves. The Great Khan has a lot of opportunities, this time he is triumphant, and there are many piled up affairs waiting to be dealt with, but he has no time to wipe his ass for Oba! ”

The envoy sweated profusely and hurriedly said: "The little envoy understands, the little envoy understands..."

He Heli nodded, raised his wine glass, swayed, looked like he was already drunk, and said in his mouth:

"Today's double happiness is coming, first, the Great Khan is about to return in triumph, and the second is that Korqin Obadaiji surrenders to Dajin, which is the best congratulatory gift for him!"

Speaking of this, listening to the laughter of the crowd below, he added:

"Hey, that Mao Wenlong is also the level of a Dongjiang thief, he is really timid, if I were him, I would definitely come out of the nest this time and attack the village!"

"But he doesn't have a chance!"

After He Heli finished speaking, he drank a full cup heroically.

Niu Lu, who was wearing white armor at the bottom, said with a smile: "What the Minister of Parliament said, even if he dares to come, he will definitely be exterminated under the old walled city and turned into the future of the warriors' military exploits!" ”

The remaining civil and military officers below also laughed and boasted.

"I'm worried that the Dongjiang thieves won't come, if they come, they will definitely let them taste the tiger knife in the hands of the Dajin warriors!"

"Mao Wenlong is just a rat, and Xiong Manzi is our henchman!"

"My Eight Banners Iron Horse, crisscrossing the north and south, invincible!"

When the slave chiefs were slightly drunk, there was a noisy sound outside the court, followed by a rush of footsteps.

A white-armored soldier rushed over and shouted, "Minister of Parliament, the Southern Barbarians have attacked the city!" ”

He Heli drank very well, in fact, he was not drunk at all, he saw that the panicked appearance of this Bayala guard did not look fake, but he still didn't believe it in his heart, and asked slowly:

"How many people are there in the Southern Barbarians, and under whose banner?"

The white-armored soldier knelt on the ground, panted roughly, and replied: "The black pressure is pressing, and I can't see the number of people clearly, at least more than 50,000!" ”

At this time, another fake Tartar who had just run back also said: "What 50,000, at least 100,000 people, under the banner of Mao Wenlong, the chief soldier of Zhenjiang!" ”

Hearing these words, He Heli's eyes rolled in his sockets.

Fang Cai just blew casually with the smell of wine, but he didn't expect it to come true so soon, and the Southern Barbarians really attacked the city.

50,000?

100,000 people!?

No, how could Mao Wenlong have 100,000 people, even if the North Korean army is counted, it will be at most 50,000 people, this Han army must be scared stupid.

At this time, the court was also silent.

"Kill!"

"Kill!!"

Listening to the fierce shouting and killing sound outside, everyone realized that this was not false, Mao Wenlong actually hit Laozhai!

In the past, the east of Liaoyang and the south of the Taizi River were the scope of activities of the Dongjiang Army, but now it is good that they are all presumptuous to Hetuala!

If this continues, won't Dajin's capital become the backyard of the Dongjiang Army, and you can come whenever you want.

His face was gloomy, he touched the big knife, raised his hand to the fake tartar that was reported, and said loudly: "Dajin warriors, the Dongjiang thief is really here!" ”

"Why don't you go and let him taste the tiger knife in your hand!"

Many of the Eight Banners who went out to fight lived in the old village, and if Mao Wenlong came in and slaughtered, it would be okay.

If Hetuara is seriously injured, even if he is one of the five ministers of parliament, even if he is a hero of the founding of the country, he will not escape death!

He Heli killed the Han army, blood splattered on the court of the Khan, the stimulation of the smell of blood, coupled with the urge of the smell of wine, made some of the Niu Lu and Jia Lamen who stayed in the old village pick up their knives and leave.

"Minister of Parliament, don't panic, let me gather warriors and pacify this Dongjiang thief!"

"It doesn't take any effort to get it, Mao Wenlong is looking for death by himself!"

After Niu Lu and Jia Lama left one by one, there were only some Wenchen and Baijia Niu Lu and Horqin envoys left in the Khan Palace, and He Heli got up and paced, his face anxious.

The shouting and killing sound outside made him feel his blood boiling, and the heavy responsibility of staying in the village made him have to act cautiously to avoid mistakes.

At this time, staying in the Khan court can only make He Heli feel depressed.

He then put on his armor, went out and stepped on a white horse, and climbed the wall of the Khan's court to look around, and when he boarded, his heart was half cold.

In the current city of Hetuala, swords and soldiers are one after another, shouting and screaming, and in the dark night, it is impossible to distinguish which are the Ming army that rushed to kill, and which are the Houjin army who went out to resist.

The wind was blowing, the fire was blazing, and the smell of blood filled the air.

He Heli quickly understood that there were only more than 1,000 Jurchen armor soldiers in Laozhai, and the general trend was gone, and the big thing now was to protect the children and grandchildren of Aixin Jueluo.

"Order, close the gate of the Khan's court, and lead the warriors to defend the wall!"

Hearing this, some civil officials were a little incredulous, but they didn't say anything.

After all, He Heli is the Minister of Parliament, and in the current situation, they also know what the result will be once the Ming army rushes into the Khan's court.

......

"Kill!"

Mao Wenlong was holding a goose-winged knife, Mao Chenglu and Kong Youde were on the left and on the right, following on the side, and the three thousand soldiers of the Dongjiang Army rushed into the area where the Jurchen bannermen were densely populated, and a bloody massacre began in the blink of an eye.

No one is merciful when they cut down the Jurchen children who are teething and babbling, because the Jurchens kill their wives and children more!

Hacking to death the old Jurchen who is already dying, no one will show mercy, because compared to the sword of the Dongjiang Army soldiers, what the Jurchens did was far more cruel!

This is a war between races, and one side will not be destroyed, and it will not stop.

Mao Wenlong looked coldly at a teenage Jurchen boy who was waving a pitchfork and rushing towards him, and suddenly kicked him as he approached.

The Jurchen boy was kicked directly, and then turned over and continued to rush with a pitchfork, and scolded in the clumsy Chinese he learned nowhere:

"You dog, suffer death!"

Mao Wenlong held the saber tightly this time, and when he was at the last moment, he suddenly swung the knife down, looking at the Jurchen boy's neck and seeing the blood gushing out, his emotions did not fluctuate in the slightest.

He turned over his horse, stared at the Khan's court, and said:

"Kill one less Tartar, and in ten or five years, more Liao people will die at their hands, and take back your useless mercy!"

"Those women who fled to the Dongjiang River, the girls who dug ginseng with their hands, have you forgotten? How could the Tartars ever have any mercy toward them? ”

"Every Tartar head here, Ben Shuai will personally play the Holy Lord, and repay your merits!"

When Mao Wenlong's words landed, the officers and soldiers of the Dongjiang Army aroused a thousand hatreds, and the shouts of killing became more and more intense.

A wisp of dust and smoke rose quietly......

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