On the third day of July, southwest of Hetuala, Chimney Mountain, Spore Gully. (Please remember me)

This place is adjacent to Hetuala, and is less than forty miles away from Yahu Pass, an important pass on the Great Wall of Liaodong of the Ming army. Surrounded by mountains and forests, it was originally a small tunzi, but after the rise of the state, it was included in the sphere of influence, and a simple dirt road was built to connect it, becoming an important satellite base around Hetuala.

The main settlement area of this tunzi is in a small valley, and dozens of scattered households are scattered in the surrounding mountainous areas, all of which are dense primeval forests, covering an area of dozens of square kilometers; The mountain peaks in the whole area are handsome, the strange stones are numerous, the ancient trees are towering, and the streams are murmuring, which is a scenic area with quite beautiful scenery. If it is left in a few hundred years, it will definitely be a forest park or a hot tourist area, but now all the people who haunt here are Jurchen armor and bow holders.

The number of households in Tunzi was originally more than 300, and it belonged to a cattle record inlaid with a yellow flag. But not long ago, a large number of Han Chinese Aha were brought here, and the population exploded nearly threefold. These Han people just keep cutting down trees and transporting them to the tunzi every day, anyway, the forest here is big and boundless, so they can cut it at will.

In addition, more than 100 Han people in Tunzi have set up a vacant land to house these woods. The Jurchen bannermen who lived here didn't know what was going on inside, but they didn't dare to inquire casually. Now there are guards with blue flags stationed in the whole tunzi, and the rules are so big that it is strictly forbidden to inquire casually, and it is strictly forbidden for people to enter and exit now. Later, I heard that one night I ran two Aha and made it even more strict, and those who broke the rules were severely punished.

Today, there is a large group of people and horses outside the entire tunzi, all of them are the guards of the yellow flag led by the king of Khan, and there can be thousands of people densely packed outside the tunzi. The cow in Bentun went door-to-door to inform him that he would stay at home if he had nothing to do today, and don't go out and run around. The Tunmin Bannermen guessed in their hearts that there must be a big man, the owner of the Baylor Banner? I can't figure it out, it's long live the Khan. Everyone's heart is nervous, but this kind of thing can only be thought about in the heart, and no one dares to talk nonsense. I don't dare to go out and look around.

In the open space separated by the workshop, there were five steps, one post, ten steps and one sentry outside, and the Han craftsmen and slaves inside, hundreds of people, together with the Jurchen overseers and soldiers, all knelt on the ground to greet Nurhachi who came to inspect.

Nurhachi is wearing a bright yellow brocade robe today, wearing a copper-buckled iron wire cotton armor embroidered with dragon gold patterns, a steel knife hanging from his waist, riding a big black horse, his face is still as cold and hard and serious as a 10,000-year-old granite, and the sharp eyes of two eagles and falcons sweep over the people around him from time to time, and there is no human emotion in his eyes at all, as if these people are like ants that are not worth his attention to waste a trace of emotion. Anyone who sees such a person will only have the same thought in their mind: the ruthless hero.

Behind him turned out to be a bright and moving stunning beauty, with a face like condensed fat, eyes like paint, a bewitching and graceful body, dressed as a Jurchen lady. Wearing a set of gorgeous brocade cheongsam with a light yellow group pattern phoenix, a small vest with gold decoration, and a Jurchen-style phoenix crown on his head, which is inlaid with crystal red sapphires, it looks graceful and luxurious. Riding a pink horse is none other than the mysterious Houjin concubine Ulannara Abahai who has the strange secret art of the White Yang Sect.

She also has three children, an older child wearing a brocade robe with red edges on a white background and armor behind her is Azig, he is sixteen years old this year, according to the standards of the Jurchens, he is already a human being, he is very energetic, and he also boasts a waist knife and bow and arrow on his waist, and he has a red horse, which seems to have a bit of Nurhachi's fierce temperament.

The other, a six-year-old, was Dorgon, who was born with fine skin and tender flesh, and he also sat behind his brother, who rode together. The Jurchens are not accustomed to sitting in a sedan chair, because Nurhachi himself has promulgated the rules that nobles must ride horses even if they are big officials, and the Jurchens will not ride horses and shoot arrows to humiliate the face of their ancestors, and they will be severely punished if they are caught, so even if Abahai is reluctant, he has to let Azig take his younger brother with him. And she held the four-year-old Duo Zhi on her chest.

In addition, half of the wrong position with him is the banner owner of each banner, Baylor. Dressed in white dragon armor like a snow-capped mountain silver tree, Gushan Belle is the white flag master Ice Prince Huang Taiji, a heroic man with flame-like enthusiasm is the red flag master Dai Shan, known as the first fierce general of the Houjin Zheng Blue Flag Banner Lord Mang Ergutai, Shuerhaqi is the blue flag master Amin, and Dai Shan's son is the red flag master Yue Tuo. Behind them are the Jurchen ministers Baylor, as well as the newly descended Li Yongfang, Fan Wencheng and other Han officials, it can be said that the civil and military essence of the entire Houjin has poured out, and they are all gathered in this small mountain.

What exactly is going on here, the people present such as the minister Baylor and others do not know the details, and the high-ranking people such as the banner owners know in their hearts, and everyone knows that it is estimated that their father is ready to start a new battle.

Dai Shan, Huang Taiji, and Mang Ergutai rode side by side, Mang Ergutai and Huang Taiji occasionally exchanged glances, and Huang Taiji could see the sparks bursting in each other's eyes, while Manggutai saw a deep coldness, either murderous or angry, or extremely deep coldness, which made people involuntarily think of goosebumps.

Both of them already knew that the other party was stumbling on themselves, and most of the elite soldiers that Mang Ergutai had secretly trained with his heart and soul were killed by Huang Taiji near Goatyu Fort, and later they were put down a lot by the evil magic of the two demons of the Wenxiang Sect, and they were basically wiped out, but he didn't dare to make a noise, so he had to knock out his teeth and swallow blood. Now seeing that Huang Taiji almost wants to tear him apart in order to relieve the hatred in his heart. And Huang Taiji also knew that it was he who secretly stumbled on himself to make his errand yellow, so that he was fined five Niu Lu's men and horses, and he also fell out of favor in front of his father, and now he has become the flag with the least number of people among the eight banners, and he has cheapened Dai Shan for nothing.

For the two of them in private, the matter has been clarified. But on the table, I still have to maintain the illusion of brotherhood, but I don't want to talk to each other, so I have to grit my teeth and pretend to be okay while only using eye contact with each other.

Dai Shan looked at his two brothers suspiciously from time to time, and he also had something in his heart.

This dispatch was originally intended to be successful, but Yue Xiang slipped out of his fingers, causing him to lose face in front of Nurhachi. Although he robbed a lot in the Ming Dynasty, he still felt that he had no bottom in his heart. And he was not stupid, he felt that there must be something strange in this matter, his mountain search force of more than 200 people lost contact with the large army, and when he was found, he only saw corpses all over the ground.

Who were the men who attacked him? He didn't know, but it was definitely related to Yue Xiang's escape from his hands this time. In other words, this group of unidentified enemy soldiers has inserted a lever into his troubles.

As far as Dai Shan is concerned, he really doesn't believe that the Ming Dynasty officers and soldiers in Liaodong have the ability to kill none of his team of more than 200 people, and they haven't even escaped alive, even those restless Mongolian Tatars don't have this ability. So who are these people?

He intuitively felt that there was definitely an article in this, and after thinking about it, he estimated that most of this matter had nothing to do with Huang Taiji or Mang Ergutai, and it was one of them who secretly stumbled on him.

But he suffers from no evidence, Huang Taiji seems to have been pointing the finger at himself since he planted a big heel last time, and secretly resents himself, so this time it is most likely that he is the ghost. Dai Shan thought in his heart that there were more times he stole a glance at Huang Taiji. Then Huang Taiji seemed to show something, but his expression did not change at all, but the content in his eyes disappeared.

The three of them walked side by side, followed by Fei Yingdong, Er Yidu, Hu Erhan, He Heli, An Feiyangu and other ministers and Zhong Beile, and at the back of the team were two Han officials, Li Yongfang and Fan Wencheng. These two people came down together in Fushun City, and they can be said to be sympathetic to each other, so they went all the way. Both of their heads have been shaved in the style of the Jurchens, and Fan Wencheng's head still has a layer of cyan stubble marks on his head, which looks nondescript and very funny. Li Yongfang was silent, bowed his head slightly, and had no expression, but Fan Wencheng was looking around, as if he was actively showing his virtue.

"Master Li, what do you want? This time, King Khan specially took you and me on his trip, which shows that he values us very much. I guess it's not good to make trouble this time because we Han people are going to be reused. ”

Fan Wencheng's face couldn't hide the excitement, but Li Yongfang didn't say anything. He is different from Fan Wencheng, Fan Wencheng is just a student in Fushun City, and he has no qualifications, who is he working for? To be able to be reused is to earn it at all, and no matter how bad it is, it will be a poor scholar who will return to the prototype as him. He Li Yongfang was originally the emperor of the soil on the side of the lord of a city, and after he surrendered, Jin Na made a capital to betray his compatriots and abandon his ancestors, which was a lot of pressure, and gains and losses were inevitable.

"What's the matter, why is Brother Li still sad, could it be that there is something in his heart?"

Fan Wencheng's eyes were quite poisonous, Li Yongfang was slightly stunned, thinking that this guy was quite good at observing words and feelings, and he couldn't take him lightly, so he smiled faintly and said, "How do you know that King Khan is going to reuse us people?" You must know that this is the world of Jurchens, and what we have in our bodies is the blood of the Han people. You can't even say the words of the Jurchens, how can you reuse us? ”

"Brother Li was thinking about this? Don't worry, just look at the examples of the previous dynasties and know that if the Saibei people want to enter the Central Plains, it is simply untenable not to reuse the Han people. King Han is a man of great talent, his vision is definitely not only on small cities like Fushun, I think sooner or later he will set off a frenzy in the entire Liaodong. The Jurchens fight wars, but they have to govern the country and civil affairs, and they have to make suggestions, where in the world is there a more playful turn than our Han people? When the time comes, if we really change the world and we have righteous deeds, are we still worried that there will be no future? With the temperament of the Khan, if it weren't for our usefulness, we would not have been allowed to surrender at all, and we would have been killed with a knife or worthy of being slaves. ”

"Entering the Central Plains? Could it be ......" Li Yongfang's face changed twice, and he seemed to be a little incredulous.

"Because of the situation, the Jurchen Wanyan clan rose in Liaodong, destroyed the Liao State like a bamboo, and established the Jin State. At first, he did not necessarily have the ambition to go south, all this was just a change of time. If the Khan really annexed Guanwai, he might not have the opportunity to go south again and enter the Central Plains, it just depends on the situation at that time. In my opinion, the current imperial court and the Ming court have reached this point, and this matter may not be a dream. ”

Fan Wencheng's eyes were full of excitement, as if he had seized an opportunity to ascend to the sky in one step.

Li Yongfang remained silent and said in a low voice: "But I heard that Yang Hao has taken office and is mobilizing troops and horses to prepare for the attack, and the three major expeditions of the Wanli Dynasty have all won battles." Although the Ming Court leaks from all sides, the foundation may not be as rotten as you think. Even if there is really a day when soldiers come to Shanhaiguan in the future, I don't know how many fierce battles are waiting ahead. We don't know if we'll make it to that point. ”

This is a bit pessimistic, but it also gets to the point. In the final analysis, both of them are descendants, surrounded by aliens, and their fate is completely in the hands of others, and they will mentally have a feeling of "they are aliens"; Although they also had high-ranking officials materially, with the current living standards of semi-primitive tribes like the Jurchens, they were not even as nourished and rich as a landlord in the Ming Dynasty.

Materially and spiritually unsatisfactory, so the only thing to do at this time is to think about the benefits as much as possible, Fan Wencheng's words are also with the ingredient of painting cakes to satisfy hunger, depicting a better future, and constantly hypnotizing himself, otherwise it is really difficult to survive the past in this environment.

It's bitter, but there's no way, and now they can't go back.

Fan Wencheng was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice: "Then there is no way, and now there is only one way to run until dark." Could it be that the Ming Dynasty can still tolerate us? We've all shaved our heads......"

"Even if you can really go back to Daming now, are you still willing to go back?" Li Yongfang sighed seemingly to himself. Fan Wencheng's body shook, looked left and right, and carefully looked at Li Yongfang's expression, but he couldn't see anything. It seems that this sentence is what he casually feels.

"Go back? What can I do when I go back? You're better off with a martial artist, I'm ...... Hum...... I'm different from you. Besides, I have an official here, what can I do when I go back to Daming? To climb to the equivalent of the current position, I don't know how many years it will take. I'm in my forties, how many years do I have left to live? ”

What he said was from his heart, the Ming Dynasty scholar was the most upright, as a disciple of a saint who had read the books of the sages, he actually made such a move as surrendering to the enemy and rebelling, even if he could really return to the Ming Dynasty, he couldn't imagine what a good end he would have.

"Don't think about it, it's not good for people to hear it. For us, this life is dead and returns to the mind of the Ming Dynasty. Fan Wencheng muttered a few words in a low voice, and then rode his horse forward two steps, and pulled some distance from Li Yongfang. Therefore, he didn't see a trace of discoloration flashing in Li Yongfang's eyes.

Forever...... Can't you go back to Daming......

In the midst of a mountain crying long live, the team stopped.

At this time, everyone had already come to the interior of the workshop. The Han craftsmen and the Jurchen overseers knelt down in a large area, not even daring to lift their heads, while the finished product area on the other side was stacked with large wooden shields.

This kind of shield is also more than an inch thick, about the size of an ordinary door, and can be erected to completely cover a person's figure, and the outside is covered with cowhide and rivets. The big one can cover two people, but it also requires two people to hold the handle left and right to operate freely.

Nurhachi was on his horse, his face was still so cold and hard, and he listened to Amin's report.

"King Khan, since the servants were on an errand, they have been urging the work day and night, and they dare not slack off. Now 1,083 large cards have been made, and there are 2,114 small cards, which are enough for the iron head armor soldiers selected by the Khan King. King Khan, please see, this card is made of solid thick wood, fastened with rivets, covered with cowhide, strong enough to cover the bow and arrows. The minions tried, and with the bows and arrows of the Ming army, they could not shoot through no matter how far or near they were. ”

The bow and arrow of the Ming army in Amin's mouth refers to the Ming bow captured from the hands of the Ming army, and most of the bows and arrows used by the Ming army inherited the Song style, and later the eastern Liaodong border army mostly used the style of the combined bow improved by Qi Jiguang. However, due to the continuous abolition of armaments and the prevalence of firearms, the bows and arrows were shoddy and unusable, and there were few skilled archers; The Jurchen warriors are all masters of mounted archery, and the main battle weapon is the bow and arrow, so naturally the attention to the bow and arrow is higher than the rest. Seeing that the bows and arrows of the Ming army were all defective, his contempt suddenly grew. I thought that the Ming army used such bows and arrows to fight, how could there be a reason to win?

"The Ming army's bows and arrows can't work, so what about our Jurchens' bows and arrows?" Nurhachi's tone was smooth and unfluctuating, making it impossible to touch the emotions in his heart.

"Uh...... This...... The minions didn't try it, the minions should die, the minions just wanted to use the cowardice and incompetence of the Ming army, and they didn't think that there would be such a strong bow in the army as the one used by our Jurchen warriors, so they didn't try it. ”

Nurhachi didn't speak, just waved his hand. Two armor-armed bannermen flashed out of the guards on his side, and each of them picked up a single shield, and when they were erected, they immediately covered their entire figures. Nurha didn't even look at Amin with his bare eyes, but looked ahead and said coldly: "If you can't stop it, you will receive twenty lashes and confiscate five Niulu's banner property." If he can stop it, he will reward him with a hundred taels of gold, three horses of brocade, three hundred head of cattle and sheep, and a hundred ahas. ”

Amin's face changed at that time, and his forehead was sweating. But he didn't have the courage to say anything more, so he had to stand up and step aside. Then Nurhachi turned back to Azig and said, "The twelfth elder brother goes up and shoots arrows, and if you shoot well, you will be rewarded." ”

Nurhachi's words were always so simple and straightforward. But listening to it is not a taste in the ears of everyone, especially those who have a heart such as Dai Shan and Huang Taiji. Because Nurhachi did not say that there would be a penalty for shooting badly, this was a sign of favoritism, and Abahai's three sons had been very favored lately, which made the jealous eyes of their brothers burn, while Abahai's eyes were secretly happy.

Azig agreed to ride out of the horse, purely relying on his legs to control the horse, with a very skillful movement to open the bow and arrow, the moment the horse rushed over, the moment the horse rushed over the hand is an arrow, the momentum is like a tiger descending the mountain goshawk pounced on the rabbit, the arrow from the string turned into a blazing wind directly hit the big shield, the powerful impact force made the shield holding the armor sway backwards, but finally stood firm. Look at the cluster of arrows that broke through the cowhide and sank deep into the plank, and the shaft of the arrow kept shaking.

But there was no shot through.

Azig did not stop, his arms were like the wind, and his horse galloped back and forth, shooting all the ten plum needle arrows in the quiver at the wooden shield in one go, and each shield was neatly distributed in the shape of plum blossoms, showing extraordinary archery skills.

Still not a single arrow penetrated.

Some in the crowd applauded, and some exclaimed. Amin quietly wiped the sweat on his head next to him, peeked at Nurhachi, but saw that this old guy was still expressionless like a robot, Amin's heart went up and down, did he let him not get off the stage, this old guy was angry?

If so, that's bad......

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