"Li Yongfang?"

When Huang Taiji heard this, he snorted coldly, as if he was very uninterested in this person, and said:

"The last time I went on the expedition, I fought Xiping Fort, and tens of thousands of people were beaten by Luo Cheng and thousands of people, and I didn't take it down for a few days."

"Tell him to go, I'm afraid it's to deliver food to Dolgon!"

"That's too..."Amin muttered a few words, and he didn't trust this Li Yongfang very much, "It seems that a capable Nikan is going to be sent." ”

"I have a candidate."

At this time, Huang Taiji suddenly said.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Amin frowned, obviously unhappy again, "Who is this person?" ”

"Liu Aita!"

Huang Taiji's words were amazing, this person, even Amin didn't treat him as one of those Nikans, because his ability was too high.

is not only highly capable, but also deeply favored by Nurhachi, and Amin has to admire.

If Li Yongfang is the best dog among the Han people, Liu Aita jumped out of this circle, a Han person, and really lived as a flag man.

Including Nurhachi, no one will treat Liu Aita like ordinary Nikan and Baoyi.

"Liu Aita? Do you know how much the old guy trusts him! Amin got up, raised his voice, and said:

"The old guy is staring at him very closely, and he is still in the red flag of Daishan, and it is not easy to say it quietly."

"Do you think Dai Shan is really optimistic about Liu Aita as a Han dog? I'll go to him and tell him, you don't have to worry about it. Huang Taiji was confident and said:

"You just have to be responsible for keeping the old guy safe and having him enjoy himself in Hetuala, and then this..."

Amin's eyes widened:

"Okay?"

"Do you want Dorgon to ride on our heads?"

Huang Taiji looked at him coldly.

Amin struggled in every way, but in the end he couldn't stand his pruning, gritted his teeth and said:

"That's it, just say it on Daishan's side."

......

At that time, the world in Liaodong was dark, and the biting cold wind was whistling, slapping on the accumulated white bones on both sides of the road, making a "whooshing" sound.

A team with the banner of "Dajin" walked silently in the middle of the barren world, and it seemed that even these slave soldiers, who were accustomed to life and death, did not want to take a second look around.

Dolgon, dressed in tailor-made armor and riding on horseback, was short, but the slaves who followed him did not dare to underestimate him, and they were all cautious.

The reason for this is, of course, Nurhachi's trust in him.

"How far is Shinshu Castle?"

Dorgon looked ahead, and his soft tone showed that he was very different from his age.

When a Bayala guard in bright white armor heard the news, he turned around and said, "Back to Baylor, there are still about three miles." ”

"Hmm."

Dolgon nodded, the hand holding the saber at his waist moved slightly, and said slowly: "Pass my order, inside and outside Shinshu, no one will be left." ”

"Yes!"

The white-armored slave rider was about to turn around when Dolgon added behind him.

"Including the Nikans who stayed in the city."

Hearing this, the white-armored slave rode with a moment of surprise in his eyes, and then he was relieved, and without saying a word, he turned around and rode his horse to the east and galloped away.

In the city of Xinzhou, more than 100,000 Liao people living under the coercion of the Jurchens are living a hopeless life day after day.

No one would have thought that an iron cavalry of 3,000 men was rolling here from three miles away.

As before, it was the Nikans who relied on the power of their masters to make things majestic in the city.

Nikan is the Jurchens' contemptuous name for the Han soldiers in the Later Jin Dynasty, and the fake slave soldiers are the names of the Han people in the Central Plains for these traitors who have no national integrity at all.

Most of these soldiers were just cannon fodder used by the Later Jin to forcibly attack the city, and a small number of them could be called elite, and they were soldiers of the Ming Guards in the former Liao.

In addition, a large number of people are bastards who have no ability before, and when they see that the gold is strong, they take the initiative to take refuge and want to be powerful.

Now Fan Wencheng, who is advising him under Nurha's red tent, is the ancestor of these traitors.

It was he who used his personal experience to tell all the literati and scholars who were depressed in Daming that they could show their strengths when they came to Houjin.

Of course, they don't need to have any knowledge and special abilities, and their knowledge of the roots of the Han people of the same race is their greatest strength!

Fan Wencheng is like this, he prides himself on being born in a famous family, and is the seventeenth grandson of Fan Zhongyan, the famous minister of the Northern Song Dynasty, but he can't even pass the exam in Daming.

What makes people feel funny is that the down-and-out talent Fan Wencheng has no achievements in the Ming Dynasty and is not heard, but in the future, he became the meritorious service of the opening of the Qing Dynasty.

I have to say, this is really embarrassing.

At this time, the commander of the fake slave soldiers stationed in Xinzhou City was the eldest son of Li Yongfang, the first Han general to surrender to Houjin, Li Yangeng.

Today's Li Yangeng has long since severed contact with Li Yongfang, and the reason is naturally that he hates his surrender to Jiannu, which humiliates the Li family and makes him a traitor unconsciously.

However, Li Yangeng also knew that his arms couldn't twist his thighs.

In addition to secretly supporting the righteous soldiers who rebelled against Jiannu, he did not openly argue with the slave soldiers, on the contrary, in order to gain the trust of the Jurchens, he also tearfully beheaded two rebellious generals.

Li Yangeng buried his hatred deep in his heart and climbed up in Houjin as much as possible.

He gained the trust of the Jurchens step by step, and served as a guerrilla and general of the Han army in the Later Jin Dynasty, and now he has an official position in the Han Dynasty.

The status of this official position is equivalent to that of the servants in charge of the Han people.

The bigger the official position in the Later Jin, the more Li Yangeng saw the tyranny of the Later Jin in Liaodi, and his hatred for Jiannu never wavered in the slightest.

On this day, an uninvited guest came to Li Yangeng's home.

Opening the door, he was stunned for a moment, and then said:

"I don't know what General Liu is doing here?"

He didn't know the person in front of him, and there were few fake slave generals in Liaodong who didn't dare not give this person a little thin face.

It was Nurhachi's good son-in-law, Liu Xingzuo, who came.

Liu Xingzuo's armor was wrapped in a layer of coarse cotton clothes, and his originally mighty figure looked a little bloated.

Li Yangeng's cynicism, he seems to have long been accustomed to it.

He first glanced at the courtyard and found that there was no one around, so he pushed away Li Yangeng, who was stunned, and walked in.

Seeing that this guy didn't treat himself as an outsider so much, Li Yangeng was even more annoyed, turned around, and mocked:

"General Liu is not staying in Laozhai and Dabeile, what are you doing in my remote town, even if you are the son-in-law of the Great Khan, you can't break into my private residence so rudely, right?"

Before Liu Xingzuo came here, he made a lot of determination.

Because he only learned Li Yangeng's true thoughts from the mouths of some anti-Jin righteous people, he was gambling for the lives of more than 100,000 Liao people in Xinzhou City.

If Li Yangeng, like his father Li Yongfang, was a staunch lackey of Jiannu, Liu Xingzuo's years of forbearance would have been in vain.

But he couldn't watch hundreds of thousands of people being slaughtered by Dolgon.

Sitting in his seat, Liu Xingzuo took a deep breath and said quietly:

"We're getting straight to the point, Dolgon's horse team still has three miles to go, and my men are stopping them, but it won't take much time."

"If you want to save someone, listen to me."

"Otherwise, the 170,000 Liao people in the whole city of Shinshu will be turned into dry bones on the ground tomorrow, and they will be stones under the feet of Na Dolgon."

"Believe it or not, it's up to you!"

As he spoke, Liu Xingzuo closed his eyes and made a neck waiting to die, but under his coat, he pressed his hand on the saber.