Relatives or country?

Faced with this choice, most people will choose the former.

Yang Huan himself has made this choice, between his uncle Li Yongzhen and his boss Deng Xian, who trusts him, Yang Huan chooses his uncle.

There is no other reason than because my uncle is a relative.

In the world, there are too few people who can sacrifice their lives for the country and are willing to sacrifice their relatives.

Morally, Yang Huan has no reason to accuse these people of preferring to stay in Jianzhou as cattle and horse compatriots, in other words, he will never bring destruction to his father, mother, wife and children, so he left them to fend for themselves.

Even if these people are likely to become the enemies of the Ming Dynasty in the future!

As Gonggong Wei said, there are too many last resorts in this world.

He still remembered that when his father-in-law said this, he was gazing at the city wall of Jingshi affectionately.

At that time, the father-in-law's gaze was complicated, and there was both nostalgia and reluctance for the capital in the deep affection, but there seemed to be a trace of unwillingness and hatred.

No one knows why the father-in-law suddenly asked the emperor to issue an order to be detained in Dongchang, and no one knows why the father-in-law was suddenly released again.

It all seems to be a mystery.

Coming quietly, leaving quietly, except for taking away their group of people who are willing to fight for a rich and noble fan, my father-in-law has never been able to bring anything out of Beijing.

In addition to a light sigh, his old man left the capital with that uninhibited freedom.

"I am born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone!"

My father-in-law's poems are also intoxicating when they sound, and he really deserves to be the first reader in the middle of the government examination, no wonder the emperor is so fond of his father-in-law.

Reading more is not a bad thing.

Yang Huan subconsciously touched the first volume of the "Wei Gongwen Collection" in his arms, which was lent to him by Lai San.

However, he was illiterate.

.........

Looking at the officers and soldiers of the homeland who drove by by the car, and looking at the companions who chose to go back, the emotions of the Han people who knelt on the ground were also complicated.

They are not like those guys who go with the Ming army, they have wives and children.

When many Ming soldiers passed by them, they would always subconsciously shake their heads, with sympathy and hatred on their faces, which made the Han people who were reluctant to go instinctively bow their heads.

Their faces are also ashamed.

After the Ming army passed for a long time, the leader of them touched the braid at the back of his head, slowly stood up, took a long breath, and scolded the guys who were still kneeling stupidly: "Don't you hurry up and get up, do you want the masters to see that you are still thinking about the Ming Dynasty!" ”

In the midst of scolding, the Han people stood up one after another, and then silently began to clean up everything around them as before.

Some of them began to treat the wounded and undead Jin soldiers, carefully bandaging them to stop the bleeding; Someone carried the corpses of the dead golden soldiers to one place and numbly took off their wooden cards; Others pick up weapons that have been discarded on the battlefield...

The sound of fighting in the distance had nothing to do with them, they only knew that if they didn't do a good job, they would be executed by the Eight Banners Lord, and their relatives would be punished terriblely.

Far south, it is obviously a peaceful and prosperous era. But on the Yalu River in the north, it is a troubled time.

In troubled times, human life is worthless.

It is even more impossible for people to live according to their own ideas, that is a luxury.

........

"I want to run!"

After discovering that the Jin Army's Jia Lae Zhen led people to flee north, Wei Xuewen hesitated for a moment and chased after him, he wanted to kill a Jin Army general with his own hands, so that the Thirteenth Uncle would be proud of him.

There were dozens of foot soldiers of the Jin army running in a hurry in front, and when they heard the sound of hooves coming from behind, several Jin soldiers looked back and saw that it was the Ming army, and their frightened souls were about to fly.

Wei Xuewen just wanted to capture and kill the Jin Army Armor Lae Zhen, and he didn't care about these Jin soldiers who were tired of fleeing for their lives in his sight, but he didn't mind killing a few of them.

After beating the horse and rushing and jumping over a wild ditch that was not very wide, Wei Xuewen didn't look at it and raised his hand to smash it.

The three-eyed iron pipe smashed into the back of the golden soldier's head, and with a scream of "uh", the golden soldier's body fell forward, twitching on the ground, and the back of the head seemed to be opened, and red and white things overflowed everywhere.

"Kill!"

The soldiers of the Ming army who followed closely behind the main general also slashed and slashed, and more than a dozen Jin soldiers with unhappy legs and feet died on both sides of the ditch, and the rest of the Jin soldiers ran to both sides shouting.

"Leave it alone, follow me!"

Wei Xuewen shouted to stop the subordinates who were trying to chase and kill the rout of the Jin army, and gathered all the men and horses to bite the Jin army generals who were running wildly in front of him.

But soon, Wei Xuewen realized that he couldn't catch up with the other party, and just when he was disappointed and ready to turn around, something unexpected happened.

The cavalry of the Jin Army who were fleeing in front suddenly stopped, and more than a dozen horsemen hurriedly turned around and ran back.

Wei Xuewen didn't know what was going on, but his intuition told him that something good was going on.

..........

It's a good thing, Du Anchao was unlucky, and he didn't notice that there was an abandoned well hidden by weeds in the field ahead of him.

This abandoned well was originally used for irrigation by the Ming Dynasty soldiers and civilians who lived here.

Fortunately, he escaped in time, and it was impossible for the Ming army to catch up with his own Du Anchao hit the horse and stepped directly on the waste well, but the mount stepped into it with one foot and foot, and the leg bone was broken on the spot, and the owner fell down from his body with a painful neigh.

Du Anchao, who was dressed in iron armor, fell to the ground stiffly, and the sharp armor on his head hit his eyes, and the whole person instantly lost consciousness.

When he came to his senses, the chasing Ming army also rushed over.

"Hurry up and save your lord!"

Du Anchao's subordinates didn't notice that their Jia La's forehead really fell from their horses at first, and they hurriedly reined in after reacting.

Du Anchao's several Goshha were even more anxious, and they turned their horses' heads and ran towards the master of the fallen horse.

"Help me!"

The sound of the Ming army's hooves in his ears is getting closer and closer, and the minions will no longer come to save themselves and get on the horse, and Du Anchao will be captured alive by the Ming army.

More than a dozen cavalry soldiers also turned back to participate in the rescue, but they soon found that they could not save Lord Jiala'e Zhen at all—the Ming army rushed up.

Wei Xuewen took the lead and smashed a golden soldier who turned over to help his master to the ground, and the rest of the golden soldiers who were about to dismount saw this, and made a choice in pain between lightning and thunder - turn the horse's head again!

Du Anchao, who had already sat up, was stunned there, looking at the Goshkha who turned their horses and walked away in disbelief, how could they leave their masters?

How could they leave their masters!

Until his head was smashed by the rushing Ming army, he was still muttering this sentence in his mouth.

It was not Wei Xuewen who completed this blow, but an ordinary soldier of the Ming army, the Jurchen Tormug.

So far, Du Anchao has become the second Jiala Ezhen who has died since the establishment of the white flag, and the other is Yinda Huqi, the second Jiala.