Chapter 41: Greetings

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From Jueluo City to Yalu River, the straight-line distance is more than 70 miles, but in fact it took nearly three days, an average of only 20 miles a day.

No matter what era this speed is placed in, it is a manifestation of scum. But considering that the road in the deep mountains and old forests cannot be called a road at all, and there are many Jurchen women and children, it is understandable.

The father-in-law was still good to the Jurchens in Jueluo City, and he didn't make any death marches. Even when camping and resting, the father-in-law would visit these Jurchens, not to mention the cold and warmth, but as much as possible, these Jurchens could feel the fiery heart of his father-in-law of Wei and feel the kindness of the Ming Dynasty.

"We are a family, a family that loves each other, and we have only one enemy, and that is the Kyoro Nuerha reactionary clique that fishes and fleshes you and enslaves you!"

The further east you go, the more difficult it became, and in some areas the cavalry could only dismount and walk on their horses, and could not pass on horseback at all. It's still summer, and if it's winter, and it's cold, that's what it's called suffering.

Fortunately, Gonggong Wei led by example, with crutches in one hand and a knife in the other, chopping branches and chopping thistles, and sharing weal and woe with the soldiers and Jurchens, so that the entire eastward march team was stable and morale was high.

Along the way, the Ming army discovered several more Jurchen villages, and the imperial guards captured more than 100 Jurchens one after another. These Jurchens made a living from hunting, so many of the captured Jurchen young men were born good archers.

At the same time, there is also a good thing, that is, these Jurchens have nothing to do with Jianzhou, strictly speaking, they should be "born Jurchen", or "wild Jurchen".

And in history, the birth of a girl is really the main supplementary source of soldiers for the Eight Banners.

Whether it was Nurhachi or Lord Hong, they had sent troops to capture and plunder the Jurchens on a large scale to replenish the banner soldiers lost due to the battles with the Ming army and the Mongols.

Otherwise, the tens of thousands of people in Jianzhou would have been wiped out long ago.

Therefore, Sheng Juzhen was not only the executioner of the massacre of the Han and other ethnic groups, but also the accomplice of the reactionary split aristocratic clique in the Later Jin, but also the victim.

This is mainly manifested in the fact that they did not get much benefit from the rebellion war launched by the state, but on the contrary, they were outcasts.

After paying for the death of countless men, most of the Jurchens were arranged in the Lower Five Banners, and after the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs in a big way, these Born Jurchens who were compiled in the Lower Five Banners were left outside the customs and guarded their hometowns in the name of beauty.

In the following 200 years of history, these former "Shengjurchen" who guarded their hometown outside the customs took on the heavy responsibility of guarding the northeast for the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and then they were constantly abandoned by the Manchu ruling group, allowing them to be slaughtered by the Rakshasas. The famous Jiangdong 28 Tun tragedy is the real end of these daughters.

When the Manchu Qing found that there were no descendants of the real daughters outside the Guan, and their descendants of the Eight Banners were unusable, they had no choice but to open the side wall so that the Han people in the Guannai could once again set foot on the homeland of their ancestors.

The three eastern provinces of Wei's father-in-law in his previous life were all descendants of the Han people in Shandong and Hebei, and there were no Jurchens at all.

Because, no.

Some are just so-called ethnic groups that help officials who have been cut by thousands of knives to force Han people to change their clans.

My father-in-law clearly remembered a ridiculous thing, as a writer on a certain website, he met an author who claimed to be a Chifeng Jurchen in the official group, and he was deeply proud of his nation, which made his father-in-law particularly surprised.

Then tell the other party very solemnly that you are not a Jurchen, you are Han. And you are not an ordinary descendant of Han Chinese, but a descendant of anti-Qing heroes.

Because, your ancestors were a member of Wu Sangui's Great Zhou Army, and your ancestors were captured because of defeat, and were sent to the armor people as slaves by the Qing court, and then followed by a Gege who married a Mongolian prince to Chifeng. Before that, there were no Jurchens in Chifeng, and after that, there were no Jurchens in Chifeng.

Now, there is.

A group of bastard officials pointed out that the deer was a horse, ignoring history and only for profit, leading to a series of tragic incidents of recognizing thieves as their fathers.

"If you don't believe it, you can check it yourself, and if I'm wrong, I'll chop off your head and use it as a urinal." My father-in-law is confident, and no one knows this absurd history better than him.

The author checked according to the clues provided by his father-in-law and confirmed that what his father-in-law said was right. He faced up to the fact that he was a descendant of the Han and a descendant of anti-Qing heroes, but he could no longer change his identity.

How to change it?

That is the recklessness of public power, how individuals can fight against it.

My father-in-law didn't want this kind of absurd thing to happen again, he kept writing books and kept being blocked, but he still kept writing, just hoping that someone could know history.

He can't do much, he has to support his family, and he knows that what he writes won't be accepted by the mainstream, but he writes anyway. It doesn't matter if you don't have scenery, it doesn't matter if you don't have money, catch it, grow vegetables.

As long as you are alive, you have to write.

Because he doesn't want one day in the future, his children and grandchildren will suddenly cease to be Han.

I didn't even know that my grandfather's grandfather, "Proud and Iron-Hearted", was an author who wrote books specifically for Han Chinese.

The original intention will never change, even if it is a human being in two lives.

If the absurdity is not staged again, there is only self-struggle.

The real appearance of the birth girl made the father-in-law see a vast world.

Kou can go, I can go too!

If the slave does it, I will do it!

In fact, the Shengjurchen is just a general term, and most of them have nothing to do with the Jurchens, most of them are the Feiyala, Sauron, Oroqen, and other "natives" who do not even have a clan name.

Even, there are many Han people among them.

Their ancestors were the Ming army of the guards who were stationed thousands of miles outside the Guan.

The ruins where Gonggong Wei is now standing at his feet is one of the guards of the year - Hu'er Wenwei.

Along the Hu'er Wenwei and then to the north, until the Arctic Ocean, millions of square kilometers of land, scattered in the Ming Dynasty large and small more than 100 guards.

These guards witnessed the strength of the Ming Dynasty, the glory of the Ming Dynasty, and the actual rule of the Ming Dynasty over the Far East of Tsarist Russia in later generations.

The father-in-law ordered to treat these birth girls well and cultivate their loyalty to the Ming Dynasty.

They are the seeds, and when the time comes, they will become the spark that ignites the plains, and the reactionary clique in Jianzhou will be plunged into the sea of people's war of all nationalities outside the Guanzhou.

On the 8th, the imperial guards in front came to report to the riverside.

My father-in-law crossed the crowd and saw a wide river, and in the distance, I could see Korean people farming on the other side of the river.

"Signal!" Hu Quan raised his hand.

In the sound of "whoosh", more than a dozen smoke bombs rose into the air, exploding brilliant fireworks in mid-air.

The North Koreans on the other side stopped what they were doing and looked in amazement at the long line of people emerging from the forest on the other side of the river.

In the distance, the horn sounded, and the warships flying the Sun and Moon military flags sailed towards this side one by one.

The flag bearer on the ship of Dangxian Fu waved the flag.

On the shore, a herald with a small pennant on his back stared intently, then turned around and rushed to shout: "All the officers and men of the navy greet my father-in-law!" All the officers and men of the Navy greet their father-in-law! ”

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A hasty chapter, because I was in a hurry to catch it to make money.