"The flag is in the people, the flag is dead!"

"Good minion, we hope you can plant this military flag on the main hall of the puppet palace in Heituala!"

"Go back, fight back bravely!"

"Eliminate the reactionaries in Jianzhou and realize the real liberation of the people of Jianzhou!"

"Go, go! Our family is proud of you, the people of Jianzhou are proud of you, and the Ming Empire is proud of you! ”

"The red flag is sweeping the west wind, today the long tassel is in hand, when to tie up the old slave!"

“......”

With the fluttering military flag in the river breeze, recalling what Gonggong Wei said to himself, Suo Hun's gaze in his hand was suddenly extremely firm.

He is loyal and brave to protect the country, he must take his sons and daughters to fight back, fight back!

Only by fighting back, he Fucha Suohun will not live with the infamy of "female rape";

Only by fighting back, can he Fucha Suohun let his clansmen live a happy, healthy, and free life!

Oh, no, I'm no longer called Fucha Suohun, the father-in-law of the Great Ming Dynasty has given me the Han surname "Fan", from now on, I am Fan Hun!

Fan Hun looked coldly at the golden soldiers who were swimming desperately in the water: Do you still want to run?

These abusive Jiannu, don't you know that I, Lord Fan, have been waiting for you here for a long time!

"Row, row!"

"Fu Aman, do you want to let those Jiannu go! Don't you want to fight me back! Fan Hun glared viciously at Fu Aman, who was rowing behind him.

"No, no,"

Fan Hun's prestige made Fu Aman subconsciously lower his head, although he was unwilling to be an enemy of the former camp in his heart, but what Fan Hun said was not bad, he Fu Aman could only follow him back to Jianzhou, otherwise he would never want to raise his head and be a man in his life.

"Row! Paddle hard! ”

After a loud shout, Fu Aman rowed the boat pulp vigorously, and the river water carried up by the wood pulp splashed on the heads of him and his men.

The head was bare, and there were no more braids.

They are no longer braided slaves, but have returned to the embrace of the motherland and become the official Ming army with an official number!

........

Most of the boats requisitioned by the Ming army were small boats of Yiju fishermen, and although they did not carry many people, they were very fast in the rivers.

In order to catch the big fish, the nearest Jin soldiers were more than ten zhang away from the river, and the Ming army who came quickly stood on the boat and quickly approached them.

"Shoot the arrows, release the arrows!"

Along with Fan Hun's order, dozens of officers and soldiers of the Loyal and Brave Warrior Regiment who were still Eight Banners soldiers a few days ago gritted their teeth and picked up their big bows and shot at their companions who were swimming in the river.

Several of the golden soldiers were shot at that time, let out a scream and submerged in the water.

Fan Hun was very cunning, and he had people constantly fire arrows at the riverbank in front of the Jin soldiers, so as to force those Jin soldiers who were already close to the riverside to swim to both sides in order to avoid the arrows.

After using his spear to pick up the fishing nets discarded by the Jin soldiers onto the boat, Fan Hun shouted at his subordinates who were galloping on the left and right and ordered: "Go around and intercept them, and don't let any of them go!" ”

Several small boats quickly rushed to the front of the Jin soldiers who had not had time to swim ashore, and the Ming soldiers on the boat stabbed at the Jin soldiers who were desperately swimming back with spears.

One after another, the golden soldiers who did not have time to go ashore were stabbed with spears, and the blood stained the nearby river red.

Unwilling to be stabbed to death, the Jin soldiers had to dive under the water again, they swam forward by feeling, but when they poked their heads out again, what was waiting for them was still the Ming army standing on the boat.

The more than ten Jin soldiers and Suna who were lucky enough to return to the shore had no way to save their comrades who were still in the river, and they could only watch as the bald-headed Ming soldiers stabbed and shot their companions to death one by one.

"Is it Lord Suohun?"

Suna looked at the incomparably familiar third-class Lama Ezhen in a daze, once upon a time, this noble Ezhen was their most revered Eight Banners warrior.

Now, this Eight Banners warrior is brutally killing the Eight Banners officers and soldiers!

What an unbelievable scene.

"Spare your life, spare your life!"

Youyou's exhausted Jin soldiers emerged from the water and shouted for help and surrendered to the Ming army on the boat.

"Catch them up!"

Fan Hun stopped his subordinates from assassinating these begging soldiers, and his loyal and brave warriors needed manpower.

Instead of being shot by the Ming army, he didn't surrender, but looked at the cold air and took a sharp breath, and then stabbed down like a white fish.

He was very good in the water, and he was also very breath-holding, although not enough to support him to swim to the other side, but it allowed him to avoid the search of the Ming army.

In the water, he desperately kicked his legs, and swam a long way.

The sound of the Ming army's slapping and shouting could not be heard in his ears, and Sitku thought he was safe, and was about to surface to take a breath, but something suddenly fell on his head, and then covered his whole body, and his hands could no longer be extended.

Taken aback, Sitku's face turned white when he looked up.

A small boat of the Ming army stopped next to him, and the Ming army on the boat was looking at him with bad intentions, and he was covered with a fishing net.

"To come up or not to come up?"

To Xitku's surprise, what Ming Jun said turned out to be the Jurchen.

"If you don't come up, you won't be able to go back to your hometown." The Ming officer on the ship had the spear handed to Xizi Teku.

After a moment's hesitation, Sitku finally took the spear from the other man, and then let them drag him to the side of the boat, and pull it up again.

"Are you from the first Kala? The water is good. Someone from the Ming army on the ship asked.

"I'm the fourth Kala." Sitku whispered.

"Well, you'll be my soldier from now on."

The Ming army officer at the bow of the ship turned around and smiled at Xiteku, "We are people from the homecoming regiment, follow me and work hard, I will take you back in the future." ”

Sitku was silent.

There are still Jin soldiers struggling on the river in the distance, and they can be selected into the fishing team, which means that they are all good at water, but no matter how good the water is, it can't stop the air in their lungs from being light.

Either they were killed by the Ming army, begged for surrender, or disappeared silently.

The ships of the Ming army were finally gone, and there was nothing on the river.

Desperate, Suna and his companions watched quietly, waiting, how they wished they could see someone emerge from the water.

In the end, however, they waited for nothing.

"Let's go back,"

Suna sighed and picked up the fish that had been brought to shore one by one into the basket.

Someone said, "The nets are gone, what will happen in the future?" ”

"If it's gone, it's gone."

Suna carried the basket behind his back, and he didn't know what would happen in the future.

..........

"I've only been a few months since Dajin was founded, so do I have to sign this humiliating treaty with someone!"

"Master Gong, don't persuade me anymore, I won't sign it even if I am killed!"

In Da Baylor's military tent, Zhen Ying looked at his master Gong Zhengliu with a red face, holding a few pages of paper in his hands.

The sheets of paper were crumpled and wrinkled by Big Baylor, but they were never torn.