After March, it usually rarely rains in the Jianzhou area, let alone heavy rain.

But this year, God is strange, there was a heavy snowfall just half a month ago, and the snow in some places has not yet melted, and a torrential rain has fallen.

The center of the rainstorm is located in the area of Jierling, more than 300 miles east of Hetuala, probably due to the influence of strong convective weather, and even thunder even sounded over Jierling.

To say that this year is the first month of rain and snow, February rain does not stop, March is fixed. But in March this year, there were thunderstorms and flashes, and the older generation of Jurchens felt rare.

Thinking that the Khan King in the country was leading his soldiers and horses to fight against the army of the Ming Dynasty, an old Jurchen man who could speak a few words of Chinese pondered and said, "This is a good omen from heaven to Dajin."

The person next to him asked, why?

The old man said mysteriously: "March thunders and ravines the hidden dragon! ”

This said that the Jurchens were all happy, and if the Khan King was a hidden dragon, they would be the heroes of the dragon. In the future, if you really respond to what the old man said, Baqi Erlang will enter the pass and go to the rich Central Plains Han Land, won't the Jurchens never have to suffer from the wind and snow outside the pass for generations, and enjoy the flowers and flowers in the pass.

The more I thought about it, the happier I became, a group of people moved the table, you and I got some meat out little by little, and the old man also took out a jar of wine from his private collection, and everyone listened to the thunderstorm outside with wine and meat, and remembered that tomorrow would be better.

What a bitter day these days!

After the King of the Khan erected the banner of anti-Ming in the capital, the Jurchens had a hard time. You must know that fighting with the Ming Dynasty is not only the bravery of the Eight Banners, but also the national strength of money and food.

In response to the call of the Khan, the Jurchens in all parts of Jianzhou cut back on food and clothing, saving food from between their teeth and sending it to the capital to supply the army at the front.

Otherwise, what will the tens of thousands of soldiers in front eat and drink?

The Jurchens in this area of Jierling are all under the banner of Huang.

The inlaid yellow flag is separated from the original Zhenghuang flag, and the flag owner is the fourth son of the Khan King Tang Gu. Because the fourth elder brother didn't have a team in the past, three of the five Jialas under the jurisdiction of the Yellow Banner were made up from the newly conquered tribes in Jianzhou in recent years, and they were at the bottom in terms of combat effectiveness, only better than the White Banner rebuilt last year.

Ji'erling Pass is a checkpoint built by the Ming army during the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty earlier, after Jianzhou took over here, it also set up a card with the Ming army, the guard of the previous years will be the armor of the yellow flag of the Jiala Ezhen Yierhan, and there are about 5 Niu Lu's troops under his command.

However, more than two years ago, the Ming army in Yizhou suddenly attacked Jierling Pass from Kuandian to the north, and the defender Yierhan fled with his people.

After the Ming army occupied Jierling, they sent troops to sweep the Jurchen villages, causing heavy losses to the Jurchens in this area.

After the Ming army retreated, Jierling Pass was garrisoned by the Zhengbai Banner, and the original Jierling residents who fled to other places came back one after another. But whether it is a village or a population, it can't be compared with before, and some people have calculated that at least half of the people are gone.

In addition, there were rebels in the Laozhai area east of Jierling. The rebels professed to be a homecoming group, and they wanted to sing a confrontation with the Khan, saying something to liberate the people of Jianzhou.

In this regard, the Jurchens in Jierling also regarded it as a joke, but as the homecoming group became more and more troublesome in the Laozhai area, they slowly did not dare to be a joke anymore.

Under the strength of the Niu Lu's group, even the Jurchens in the Jierling area were given weapons even to eleven or twelve-year-old children, in order to prevent the return to their hometowns from attacking them.

Fortunately, a large army was finally sent from the capital, and Lord Zhiduoxinghu Erhan, who was next to the king of Khan, personally led troops to fight the return to the hometown, and even won the battle, and drove the gang of rebels out of the village. I heard that the people of the Yellow Flag are encircling and suppressing them in the north, and it won't be long before this bandit will be quelled.

"It's all the cowardice of our Jurchens, shameless things! If these things are not killed, our Khan King will not be able to fight with the Han army with peace of mind! ”

The Jurchen old man Zakatul, who said that "the thunder and the hidden dragon in March", had fought Yehebu with the Khan King in his early years, and only retired from the army after being injured, and he had indescribable feelings for the Khan King and the Eight Banners, so he couldn't see those Jurchen traitors who betrayed the Khan King.

"Guo Luomafa, can the Khan King defeat the Han Chinese? If we win, will we really go to the Han people in the future? ”

Zack Attu's nine-year-old grandson listened to his grandfather talk about it for so long in his mother's arms, and he couldn't help but be a little curious.

"My silly boy, when did Marfa deceive you? Our Khan King is a great hero of the Jurchens, and the generals under him are all good men of our Jurchens, they will definitely be able to win against the Han people, and then take our little Luo Luo to live in the place of the Han people..."

Zack Atul's scarred old face was full of smiles, and he reached for a piece of meat to hand to his grandson, but outside there was a lightning bolt in the sky, followed by a long explosion.

The explosion was louder than the previous thunder, and it sounded as if it was outside the house, but little Luo Luo was frightened, and he buried his head in Eniang's arms at once.

Everyone was amused by little Rollo's appearance, and Zac Atul looked up to look out while smiling and comforting his grandson.

The torrential rain obscured everything, and the mountains and fields were covered with the sound of "booming" rain.

The sky and the earth were shrouded in darkness and thunder and lightning, and the four fields were vast, and they could not see their fingers.

"With such a method, Ming'er doesn't know how many rooms he can fall."

Zak Atul's neighbor, Naladori, got down from the kang with some concern and walked to the window to look at his house.

Their Jurchen houses were not built of fired bricks, unlike those of the Han people in Shenyang and Liaoyang, but were made of clods of earth and thatch. If the wind and rain are stronger, it will leak, and if it is serious, it will collapse. Therefore, the Jurchens are usually not afraid of snow, but are afraid of heavy rain.

"It's useless to watch, you have to stop the rain to know if it matters."

Zackatul poured himself a bowl of wine. This jar of wine was given to him by a Han trafficker who sold skins last year.

"Amaha, it's leaking."

Zakatul's eldest daughter-in-law took a wooden bucket and placed it in the place where the water was dripping. Zak Atul's eldest son, Shun Bao, was worried that it would leak from other places, so he wanted to bring in a few buckets outside.

As soon as I got off the kang and took off the deadbolt, the rain came in. Shun Bao was about to go out to get the bucket, but as soon as one foot stepped out, he was stunned.

"Shunbao, what's wrong?"

The people in the house were curious and asked Shun Bao, who didn't move.

"People... There are a lot of people..."Shunbao's voice stammered.

"Who's out there in such a heavy rain?"

Naradori muttered as he walked to the door, but when he looked out, it was pitch black and there was nothing.

Just as he was surprised, a bolt of lightning struck through the air.

In the lightning, Naradori's face froze for a moment, for he saw that there were many men wearing hats marching westward on the other side of Ji'erling.

"Is it a soldier in the flag?" Shun Bao muttered to himself.

"Didn't the soldiers in the flag just pass?" Naradori remembers clearly that Lord Huerhan had returned to the capital with his troops three days earlier.

Zac Atul thought for a while and said, "I'm afraid that Lord Ashar will also go back to fight the Ming army." ”

Naradori shook his head and said, "Asha, even if they go back, it's daytime, what are you going to do in the middle of the night?" ”

"And who are these people?"

The people in the house were wondering, but outside the earthen wall came the sound of people talking and hurried footsteps.

"Who's out there?"

Shun Bao shouted outward, thinking it was a nearby neighbor. But no one outside responded to him, but the footsteps became more and more urgent, and then a dozen people climbed over the earthen wall.

After daybreak, a well-fed and well-fed group of Korean soldiers walked out of the resting place that they had finally found, and continued their march to the west.

Behind them, there were more than a dozen houses, smelling of blood.

Last night's torrential rain didn't let the smell of blood dilute the smell of blood.

On the side of Ji'erling Pass, the corpses of the guard Asiha and his more than 400 subordinates were neatly stacked on the side of the road.

Groups of Ming troops passed by their corpses and marched rapidly towards Heituala, more than three hundred miles away.

To the west, to the west, all the way to the west!

Gonggong Wei, who was on crutches, refused the guards' request to hump him for the third time, even if his actions were difficult, even if he slipped in the mud several times, he always insisted on moving forward.