Only the great eunuch can be true;

It's a real man who is self-merry!

———— Wei Liangchen inscription (the second day of the fifth month of the 44th year of Wanli)

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In his busy schedule, he couldn't stand the bitter pleading of Zhou Tiexin, who was guarding Dongning Dao in Liaohai, so Gonggong Wei poured ink and inscribed it for him.

Although it has nothing to do with him no matter how you look at this inscription, Zhou Tiexin still collects it as a treasure.

In this regard, Grandpa Wei is very satisfied.

Who stipulates that the inscription must say good things for the other party, and the inscription can also praise itself.

What's more, although the content has nothing to do with you, Lord Zhou, it is the true work of your father-in-law after all!

This alone has decided that the value of this authentic work is not lower than that of the "Orchid Pavilion Preface", if you Zhou Tiexin have insight, it must be brought into your coffin, otherwise, it will be a pearl secretly cast, and the treasure will be covered with dust.

Ahead, the soldiers used their lives, and Jiannu was defeated.

Under the personal command of Gonggong Wei, the anti-Jin rescue soldiers attacked on all fronts and defeated the Jin army that had fallen into chaos.

He Shixian, the general of Yizhou, took the lead and personally went into battle to kill the enemy. Driven by his bravery, the Yizhou soldiers almost completely annihilated the three bulls of the Jin Army and the white flag in front of them.

Jiala Ezhen Cuidar was stabbed by the spear of the Yizhou soldiers in the chaos, and Niu Lu Ezhen Sakda fell from his horse and died, taking more than 300 prisoners.

As the main force, the Phi Dao troops, under the leadership of Niu Zhu, Hu Lihai and other generals, killed the 13 ghosts and wolves of the main force of the Kim Zheng White Banner.

The battle was slashed and the white flag was slashed, and more than 850 officers and soldiers below the Zhuhu Lake were captured.

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After recapturing the passage, the Ming army did not continue to pursue the Jin army with victory, but drove the captives to move corpses and dig up mud, intending to destroy the passage.

The defeated Jin army did not have the courage to stop the Ming army, their structure was already chaotic, the soldiers did not know the generals, the generals did not know the soldiers, and there was no half a day to rectify, Hugh had to count on them to remember which Niu Lu they were.

This is not to say that the banner lord Dabeile drove them to fight with the Ming army again, even if the king of Khan fought Heituala, it was useless to come in person.

Many of the retreating Jin soldiers looked at the miserable scene in front of them, and their whole people seemed to be drained, and they didn't have the strength to whip those Han people who were not dead.

Even, many Jin soldiers actually had some awe of these Han people.

In the evening, Gong Zhengliu counted the losses of each department.

More than 2,600 white flags were lost, and there were fewer yellow flags, but more than 700 officers and soldiers were also lost. A total of more than 3,000 officers and soldiers were killed and wounded in the two banners, and if you count the Han Aha who was used as cannon fodder, the battle of the day would be a loss of more than 5,000. The Han Chinese who were supposed to bring back to Hetuala and distribute the flags were not counted.

The losses of war horses and weapons are even more incalculable.

The generals also suffered heavy losses, Anzhu Lake and Mandahai were nowhere to be found, and the losses of officers such as Niulu, Qiangqiang, and Shideba were about 100 people.

It can be said that in this battle, the Zhengbai Flag is already a big injury, even if it is the first in strength among the eight banners.

When Gong Zhengliu was narrating, Zhen Ying had his eyes closed.

Big Baylor was really heartbroken.

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Hundreds of wounded soldiers fled, most of them lightly wounded, and those who were seriously wounded were either snatched down by relatives and friends in the army, or officers, otherwise no one would risk their lives to carry them down.

Minor injuries can be bandaged as long as the wound is not inflamed, and most of the seriously injured can only be left to fate.

Looking at the blood gushing continuously, the wounded soldiers who were so painful that they couldn't scream could only stare blankly at the wounds, or close their eyes and sit down weakly on the ground, slowly waiting for the god of death to take them away.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old soldier with a yellow flag suddenly burst into tears, but it was his Ama who stabbed the Ming army for him in order to save him, and asked the Ming army to cut off his head in front of him.

The soldier was frightened at that time, and was pulled back by his companions, but he didn't even snatch back Amma's head, and when he came back to his senses, he naturally cried loudly and scolded himself for being unfilial.

The cries of the young golden soldier spread like a plague.

The soldiers of the Eight Banners are all fathers, sons, relatives and friends, brothers and nephews are in the same battalion, and every Jin soldier who died in the battle has a living relative.

The living will not fail to grieve the dead relatives, and one person crying soon led a group of people to cry, and in the end, the entire military camp was crying loudly.

The cries frightened the Ming army on the other side.

"Third elder brother, you can't let them cry anymore!"

E Shuo knew that he would never be able to cry, but he couldn't stop thousands of people crying at the same time.

"Let the sons and daughters cry for a while."

Zhen Ying waved his hand weakly, if crying could redeem today's losses and save his reputation as a big beyler, he would rather cry down the old border wall of the Ming Dynasty, just like Meng Jiangnu in the Han story.

"Master, what should I do?"

She hoped that his teacher would tell him what else to do.

What to do?

Looking at the fire lit in the camp of the Ming army, and then looking at the location of the white flag in the night, and listening to the crying of the officers and soldiers of the Eight Banners in his ears, Gong Zhengliu also felt confused.

Dare to ask, where is the road?

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In the Ming military camp, hundreds of Jin soldiers were sitting together, their eyes glazed over, not knowing what their fate would be.

Until, a group of Ming troops with torches came to them and shouted: "Guerjia clan, is there any Guarjia clan!" ”

Amid the shouting, Jin Bing looked at each other until a strong man stood up stubbornly: "Back to the old man, the little ones are from the Guerjia clan." ”

"Just you?" There was something strange about the officers of the Ming army.

"No, it's not,"

The strong man turned his head to look at the golden soldiers sitting around. Slowly, another golden soldier stood up, and finally about fifty golden soldiers got up, obviously, they were all from the Guerjia clan.

The officer of the Ming army pointed the whip in his hand at them and said, "The Guerjia clan is all out, go over there!" ”

"Master, we have surrendered!"

Growing instinctively, he thought that the Ming army was going to kill them.

The officer of the Ming army glanced at him and said with a smile: "Go over, it's not to kill you, but our father-in-law Wei wants to meet you." ”

Grandpa Wei wants to see us?

With doubts, he came to a clearing with the dozens of golden soldiers surnamed Guerjia.

Behind him, the Ming army shouted one after another:

"Ma Jia's, is there any Tong Jia's?"

"Sosher, Hesheri over there!"

"Fucha, Niu Hulu, Hesheri..."

“......”

With one surname after another, one by one the golden soldiers walked out of the crowd, and then walked to the place designated by the Ming army.

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"Uncle Thirteen, why do you want to see those Guerjia clans?" Wei Xuewen didn't understand what Uncle Thirteen meant.

"Because I'm the son-in-law of the Guerjia clan, how can anyone who is a son-in-law not see his wife's family."

Father-in-law Wei laughed, we Han people are polite.

"Uncle Thirteen, I have... Aunt? Wei Xuewen was stunned.

"Your thirteenth uncle is also a man, how can you not have an aunt?"

Gonggong Wei knocked on the door of his eldest nephew's head, "Isn't that Luo Luoer your sister-in-law?" ”

"But,"

Xuewen knew that Uncle Thirteen had a maid who was a Jurchen, but that woman was older than Uncle Thirteen, and she was afraid that she was seventeen or eighteen years old, so how could she be her own aunt.

My uncle is... There's no such thing!