In this land, braids are the only criterion for Wei Gonggong to distinguish between friend and foe.

If you have braids, you are enemies; No braids, it's for friends.

After discovering that there were more than a dozen braids in front of him, his father-in-law immediately opened the folding fan with a "horn".

It's a sign of dead, dead.

Dozens of knights with pennants on their backs immediately rushed out, their sharp sabers shining on their hideous faces in the sunlight.

Dozens of feet away, the braids can't run away at all.

Dechang gasped, he instinctively wanted to turn around and run, but how could two legs outrun four legs.

The Jurchens, who had only short bows for hunting, were cut down one by one at the bottom of the slope before they could figure out who these horseback warriors were and where they came from.

Columns of blood splattered into the air from their necks and backs.

Several Jurchens who ran back in a hurry were cut in half by the Ming knights who were chasing after them with long knives.

This skirmish, which took place a few miles west of Jueluo City, took less than half a column of incense from beginning to end.

The city of Jueluo, which was almost far away, did not even notice what was happening here, the smoke curled inside and outside the city, the Jurchen women were busy washing rice and cooking, the men were sitting shirtless in the shade chatting, and the children gathered together to play the games handed down from their ancestors.

As in the past, the Han people were busy with the work in the fields and houses for their masters like livestock, and even if their stomachs were growling with hunger, they did not dare to stop what they were doing.

Because, this is not allowed. They can only stop working if their master tells them to eat.

This is the meaning of their existence.

From the day they became Ahan, they were deprived of their dignity as human beings.

They are just slaves of Allah, and they live only to make their masters' lives better.

On a river outside the city, more than a dozen fishing boats that had just returned from the Yalu River had just docked, and a ferry carrying a dozen Jurchens was slowly rocking in the middle of the river.

In the city lord's mansion, Jueluo Baoshi was playing with the snuff box that his grandson Dechang brought back from Heituara a few days ago, which is said to be an old gadget that he got from the house of the Han emperor in the south from the former Dajin kings.

In short, everything in Jueluo City is so quiet and peaceful.

………

Dechang, who was covered in blood, was brought to the Wei Gong Stallion, if it weren't for his more "stylish" clothes that were very conspicuous, he would have been separated at this moment.

Gonggong Wei looked at Dechang who was trembling all over his horse, judging from the clothes worn by the other party, this should be a guerrilla official officially appointed by the Ming court.

This guerrilla officer was obviously appointed by Nurhachi, and as the governor of Jianzhou and the general of Longhu, Nurhachi could appoint the officials of the two guards on his own.

The guerrilla grade is not low, and Gonggong Wei guesses that this guy is likely to be a senior officer of the Jianzhou Jurchen Army. After asking the Jurchen guide, sure enough, this guy named Dechang was the Jiala Ezhen of the Zhengbai Banner, which was equivalent to the high-ranking general of the deputy capital.

"Ask him how many people are in the city,"

Gonggong Wei raised his hand lightly and emphasized, "Be lenient in confession and strict in resistance." This probably means that if Dechang confesses honestly, he will be spared death. If you don't tell you honestly, you'll die.

"Yes, sir!"

A Jurchen guide rolled off his horse and walked up to Dechang, who was trembling, and muttered. Dechang was obviously afraid of death, and from time to time he looked up at Gonggong Wei and the Ming knights around him, and finally explained the situation in Jueluo City after hesitation.

According to Dechang's confession, there were about 700 Jurchen armor-clad people in Jueluo City, more than 3,000 men, women and children, and more than 1,000 Han people. However, the soldiers and civilians of Jueluo City were not subordinate to Jianzhou Wei, that is, they were not under the control of Nurhachi, but were led by his grandfather Baoshi. But their family and Jianzhou are one, and if the big sect is in danger, they will also give people and food.

This information made Gonggong Wei rub his hands and feel that the trip was worthwhile. In terms of people alone, Jueluo City is obviously a large Jurchen city, which can be described as the political and military center of the southeast of Jianzhou.

Although it has little to do with Nurhachi now, it will definitely be included in the Eight Banners in the future. As for why Jueluo City can maintain a certain degree of independence now, this naturally has something to do with the fact that Dechang's grandfather Baoshi is Nurhachi's uncle.

After Dechang finished explaining, according to Wei's father-in-law's eight-character policy, he wanted to spare his life, but his father-in-law looked around and asked: "Where is Dalang!" ”

"The child is here!"

Seven-year-old Zhao Butai replied loudly on the horse. He and his younger brother Ao Bai were too young to ride alone, so they rode with their father-in-law's guards all the way.

"Good boy, you killed this man for your father." The father-in-law has high hopes for Da Lang, and the murder must start with the child.

Zhao Butai didn't expect his father-in-law to ask him to kill someone, and he was stunned on the horse.

This appearance obviously made the father-in-law very unhappy, he frowned, and said quite unhappily: "Da Lang can't do this, but I still remember what my father said to you!" ”

"Remember, remember, strong... Hungry for hunger and feasting on Hulu meat... Laughing and thirsty for the blood of the Huns... Only the more cruel we are to the enemy, can we make the enemy feel our mercy..."

Zhao Butai muttered, and after finding that his father-in-law looked at him very scariously, he immediately became afraid, and then tremblingly got off the horse, and stepped forward cautiously with the sharp knife handed to him by the guard.

"Lord spare your life, Lord spare your life!"

Dechang's legs were weak, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and even claimed that he was an official of the imperial court, and the official worshiped the left guard of Jianzhou guerrilla.

Needless to say, Grandpa Wei also knew that this was a colleague. But he came this time because he couldn't get along with his colleagues. So, there is no room for negotiation.

Confession can be lenient, but this "wide" only refers to the way of death.

Although Zhao Butai held the sharp knife, he still didn't dare to move.

"Bastard! Are you going to wait until it gets dark? Gonggong Wei shouted angrily, invisibly showing the majesty of a loving father of steel.

Zhao Butai, who was frightened by the majesty of his father-in-law, did not dare to hesitate any longer, and with a loud cry of "ah", he stabbed the sharp knife into the chest of the person he didn't know who was firmly held down by the soldiers.

Xu was young and had no strength, the sharp knife only stabbed into it a little, and beads of sweat oozed from Dechang's forehead, and he wanted to open his mouth to scream, but his mouth was firmly covered by the Ming army, so he had to look at the child in front of him with wide eyes and horror.

He never dreamed that he would be killed by a child of seven or eight years old.

After discovering that he had not stabbed the other party to death, the young Zhao Butai was more scared than the other party, and he held the sharp knife in panic, not knowing whether to continue or pull it out.

"Butai, master help you!"

As a master, Ding Xiaogong must help his apprentice, he turned over and jumped off the horse, stepped forward, and held Zhao Butai's small hand with his big hand, and then the master and apprentice worked together to completely stab the sharp knife.

"Uh..."

Dechang, who was let go, couldn't stop convulsing in pain on the ground, but Zhao Butai still stiffly maintained the action of pressing forward.

His eyes were closed.

Ding Xiaogong touched his apprentice's head, smiled, and then took his hand and turned away.

Gonggong Wei nodded, Da Lang will definitely not be suitable for the first time to kill, and it will be good to be proficient in the future. He turned his head to look at Erlang Aobai on the other horse, and saw that the little guy was also frightened, so he couldn't help but smile and shook his head, and then waved his right hand forward.

"Kill!"

More than 100 cavalry warriors of the Ming Imperial Army rushed towards Jueluo City in the distance.

Jueluo City, which has more than 700 armored people, does not scare off the Duke of Wei and the heroic soldiers of the Ming Emperor, on the contrary, it stimulates their blood even more.

It's a pride, and it's a pride!

And this stems from their invincibility since they followed Gonggong Wei!

Just as Gonggong Wei declared-the sword of the Ming Imperial Army, always forward!