Zhu Hao looked at these five thousand soldiers who had been ignited by the fire of desire, nodded slightly, and continued:

"I want to, too, but they won't give us food, what should we do?"

As Zhu Hao's words were finished, Cheng Yanjin took the lead and said viciously:

"Kill them all!"

"Get the meat back!"

As soon as Cheng Biting Jin's words led, these five thousand soldiers who were already hungry and red-eyed shouted in unison:

"Kill!"

"Kill them all!"

……

Zhu Hao saw that his morale had been completely mobilized, and he immediately did not hesitate, and pointed to the more than ten yurts with a horsewhip in his hand, and shouted: "Kill!" ”

As the shout fell, Zhu Hao took the lead in riding towards the more than ten yurts, and with Zhu Hao's horses coming out, the five thousand soldiers behind Zhu Hao also rushed to the more than ten yurts with Zhu Hao.

At this time, more than 20 miles away from Zhu Hao, this small Jurchen tribe without a name, did not know at this moment that they were about to encounter a great disaster, and they were slaughtering sheep under the leadership of the old patriarch Najie, celebrating the great victory of Emperor Nurhachi in his journey.

Just as these people were celebrating and singing and dancing, and the mutton in the pot was just cooked, there was an earth-shattering shout of killing in the distance, making them, the old and weak women and children who had stayed in the tribe, all of them lose their color, and they all kneeled on the ground and prayed for the protection of the gods.

On the other hand, Zhu Hao took the 5,000 soldiers who were already hungry and red-eyed, and after a short run, they had already reached the front of the yurt, Zhu Hao drew the sword at his waist and shouted: "Kill!" He rushed in first.

With Zhu Hao's rush in, the 5,000 soldiers also picked up the weapons in their hands and rushed into this Jurchen tribe, cutting down people whenever they met, without the slightest mercy and sympathy.

After these Jurchens lost their minds for a short time, they all picked up the weapons in their hands and began to resist the attack of Zhu Hao and others, but these old and weak women and children, where are the opponents of Zhu Hao's five thousand well-trained soldiers, there is no difference between resistance and no resistance, and after a while, these Jurchens were surrounded by Zhu Hao commanding five thousand soldiers, and at the same time constantly locking the encirclement.

Seeing that the entire tribe was about to be destroyed, the old patriarch of the Jurchen tribe, whose eyes were torn, roared angrily:

"Who are you?"

"The Great Khan of Nurhachi has ordered all tribes not to attack!"

"If you do this, are you not afraid that the Great Khan will condemn you?"

"You damn beasts!"

It's a pity that no one paid attention to the roar of this old patriarch, and the encirclement was still shrinking, at this time Zhu Hao stopped the soldiers, stepped forward, and asked:

"Can any of you understand what I'm saying?"

"Come up and answer!"

The reason why Zhu Hao said this was because the old Jurchen patriarch Najie just now spoke Manchu, and Zhu Hao couldn't understand it at all, which is why no one paid attention to Najie's anger just now.

As soon as Zhu Hao's words came out, Najie's face was full of shock, and he exclaimed:

"Are you from the Central Plains?"

"How did you get here?"

Najie said Daming's official dialect this time, Zhu Hao looked at Najie, raised his eyebrows and said:

"King Ben, I thought that no one in your small tribe understood the words of my Heavenly Empire!"

"I didn't expect you to be able to speak fluent official dialect, which really impresses this king!"

Najie listened to Zhu Hao's sighing words, but his face was still full of shock, and he said in disbelief:

"You're from the Central Plains!"

"Why are you here?"

Zhu Hao's eyes were full of playfulness, and then he smiled:

"You are now a captive of the king, are you qualified to ask the king?"

"Besides, just do you prisoners and plunder my Central Plains, don't you allow this king to come here and plunder you?"

After listening to Zhu Hao's words, Najie had a shocked expression on his face, and then spoke:

"We are all old and weak, women and children!"

"Haven't you heroes in the Central Plains always bullied the weak?"

Zhu Hao listened to Old Najie's words, and snorted coldly:

"That's in the Central Plains!"

"It's different here!"

"You prisoners, when you plundered my Central Plains, you killed the old and weak, women and children!"

"Don't you give this king nonsense, you dogs, if you want to live today, then whatever this king asks you, you can say!"

"If you dare to hesitate, this king will kill one of you!"

"Until you kill them all!"

Najie listened to Zhu Hao's vicious words, even if he was a little scared, for Najie, he was old, he was not afraid of death, when he was young, he also went to the Central Plains, and when he looted, he didn't kill less, he was not afraid of this bloody scene, but now in his tribe, he can't care about the tragic death of these women and children in the tribe.

Therefore, after Zhu Hao's words were finished, Old Najie respectfully saluted Zhu Hao:

"This venerable king!"

"Whatever you want to ask, I'll tell you!"

"Please don't hurt my tribe anymore!"

Zhu Hao nodded with satisfaction with Old Najie's interesting performance and said:

"Good! As long as you cooperate with this king, this king will definitely stop killing people in your tribe."

Zhu Hao said, paused, and then asked:

"This king asks you, how many men and horses are stationed in Hetuala, the capital you built?"

Old Najie listened to Zhu Hao's words, was slightly stunned, and then said suspiciously:

"This king, what are you asking for?"

"Do you want to attack the capital?"

Zhu Hao listened to Old Najie's words, his expression was very displeased, and he said coldly:

"This king just told you that you are a captive and you are not qualified to ask this king questions!"

"Looks like you haven't figured it out yet!"

Zhu Hao said and looked back at Cheng Biting Jin and said:

"Three masters, give him a long memory!"

Speaking of a young man in the encirclement of Zhu Hao, he said:

"Chop!"

"Sober up this old guy!"

When Cheng Yanjin heard this, the gossip Xuanhua axe in his hand swung violently, and the young man Zhu Hao pointed at just now was in a different place, and he didn't even scream.

Although the young man who died under Cheng's golden axe did not let out any shouts, the rest of the living Jurchen tribesmen screamed in horror, and Old Najie grabbed his hair and knelt on the ground in pain and shouted:

"No!"

Old Najie roared angrily, then raised his head, his blood-red eyes, glared at Zhu Hao and shouted:

"You demons! There will be retribution! ”

"Heaven will punish you!"

Zhu Hao listened to Old Najie's words, sneered again and again, and said in a slightly mocking tone:

"You prisoners, kill thousands of women and children in my atomic people!"

"If Heaven really has a spirit and wants to punish, it should be punished first, you prisoners!"