Uiju

This quiet town on the banks of the Yalu River in the past has fallen into boundless blood.

Dignitaries, kill.

Civilians were also killed.

Since the city was broken in the middle of the night, the behavior of the Houjin soldiers was one word, kill.

"Erbeiler, if you don't care anymore, there won't be a living person in Yiju City."

In the lobby of the Uiju Mansion, the former North Korean minister Jiang Hongli shouted angrily.

"Brother Jiang doesn't need to be nervous, the sons and daughters are just routine clean-up after entering the city. Don't worry, I've already given the order, and the sons and daughters will seal the knife.

Come on, brother, let's keep drinking. ”

Slanting his eyes and glancing at Jiang Hongli with disdain, Amin said lazily.

These weak chicken-like Korean ministers found by Huang Taiji, Amin is actually very undesirable.

However, these people can easily take the city of Yiju with the blue flag, which is still somewhat useful.

The anti-justice state people have almost been killed, and Amin doesn't mind giving them face. After all, they will be needed later.

Jiang Hongli felt Amin's neglect very clearly, but what could he do?

He Jiang Hongli was only a courtier of the former king of Korea, Gwanghaejun, and stayed in Houjin after the Salhu War. If it weren't for the coup d'état of Yi Ju (Joseon Injo), who imprisoned Gwanghaejun and killed his Jiang Hongli's entire family, he would not have led Houjin into the court.

"Alas.

Don't blame me for the unjust soul of Yizhou, if you want to blame Li Kun. If it weren't for his repeated provocations, how could Hou Jin come to ask for the guilt. ”

With a sigh, Jiang Hongli poured a cup of bitter wine directly into his mouth.

"Brother Jiang, next, shall we go to Guochuan or Dingzhou?"

Before the wine was swallowed, Jiang Hongli heard Amin's lazy question.

Swallowing the wine in his mouth, pouring another glass, and immediately pouring it into his mouth, Jiang Hongli replied vaguely with a snort of wine: "Let's go to Dingzhou." ”

Iron Mountain City

Looking at the Iron Mountain City that appeared in the distance, Dreg breathed a sigh of relief, and the heart he had carried all the way was only then put back into his stomach.

It's all those hateful pigs.

Dregg swore he had never faced such a lewd opponent.

The soldiers with white flags marched in a line, and those Ming troops came out of nowhere to attack.

But when Dreg slowed down his march and sent the marksman to clear the road, the damned pigs never showed up again.

When the soldiers with white flags walked out of the mountain pass and entered the road with an open vision, those damned Ming Pigs attacked again.

This time, Ming Pig shot 3 or 40 arrows at the fastest speed from a hundred paces away, and then turned around and ran.

In the field, Ming Zhu even had horses left in the distance.

From that attack until the fall of Iron Mountain, Dregg didn't dare to let go of his nervousness.

"Set up camp."

Following Dreg's order, the soldiers with white flags hurried to prepare for camping as if they had been granted amnesty.

Everyone was looking forward to hiding in the fortified camp for a good rest.

The spirit of this road is tense, and everyone is indeed a little unbearable.

It's just that the lightly armed soldiers with white flags don't seem to be able to set up camp right away.

"The detachment is on alert, and the others are resting on the spot."

Finding that the order was wrong, Dregg gave the order to remedy.

Letting the soldiers rest, Dreg personally led a group of people to stare at the gates of Iron Mountain City from afar, for fear that the defenders of the city would take them by surprise.

"I've also completed the military order of the Azig Banner Master." Dregg thought bitterly in his heart.

On the mountain road

Azig, the owner of the white flag, looked at the dead and wounded soldiers in front of him, and his face became extremely ugly.

He had never met such a slippery and hateful opponent.

The opponent didn't show up at all, and only used cold arrows to sneak attack the army from between the mountains and forests.

The number of opponents is not large, at most there are only 10 people. But on this rugged and difficult mountain road, it caused a lot of casualties to the soldiers with white flags.

The brigade of the main force with white flags, which stretched for several miles, really gave the opponent too many opportunities to attack.

So far, 2 or 30 soldiers have been killed or wounded.

What made Azig even more unbearable was that due to the constant harassment, the already slow speed of the white flag became more like a turtle crawling.

Rushing to Tieshan City at such a speed, let alone Mao Wenlong, even the people of Tieshan City are afraid that there will not be one left.

How can Azig, who is bent on grabbing great credit, endure it.

Looking at the seemingly quiet mountains and forests around him, Azig's eyes showed a cold light.

Little mouse, if you dare to stop my army, I will have to take you out and trample you to death.

"Ha Yimu and Tie Ha, you each pick a group of soldiers who are good at tracking and hunting, and go and take out those rats for me.

Remember, don't let them die too easily. ”

Pointing to the mountains and forests, Azig shouted loudly with a twisted face.

"Chirp, don't worry, master, the minions won't let them get a good death."

Hayimu licked his lips, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes.

Although the emaciated Tieha did not have such a rap as Ha Yimu, the bloodthirsty light in his eyes seemed to be more prosperous.

Outside Iron Mountain

In the evening, Azig and Dreg finally converged.

"Okay, worthy of being the first Baturu of my Yellow Flag."

Looking at the white-flaged soldiers with strict banners staring at Iron Mountain City, Azig praised Drag a lot.

"Dreg, thanks to your speed of marching, you can block the Ming Pig in the city. Is Mao Wenlong in the city? ”

While trying to distinguish the banner of Iron Mountain Castle in the setting sun, Azig asked excitedly.

"Twelfth master, the credit of this door, the slave does not dare to take it. According to the minions, the Ming Pig in Iron Mountain City has no intention of fleeing at all.

Twelfth Master, they seem to want to confront us with the white flag. ”

Seeing that Azig was a little overexcited, afraid that he would be too underestimated, Dreg hurriedly reminded him carefully.

"I want to ...... with us, oh, face off with a white flag, these pigs are not small. Okay, great. ”

Hearing Dreg's reminder, Azig became more and more excited.

Compared with the Ming pig that runs away as soon as it hits, Azig prefers to fight this kind of Ming pig who still has some heart.

What is the ability to bully the weak, and trampling the strong under his feet is the feeling that Azig prefers.

The old Khan died, and Azig wanted to use his own achievements to recast the glory of the Jurchen Eight Banners. He wants to make a name even louder than the old Khan.

"Drege, tell me to go down, the whole army has a good rest tonight, and tomorrow we will try to break the city with one drum. I'd like to see what Ming Pig can do to fight us? ”

"Wow."

Dreg turned to leave, when he heard Azig add behind him.

"Dreg, we must add an extra set of guards tonight to prevent the Ming Pig from harassing you. Be sure to let the children get a good night's sleep. ”

"Wow."

With a heartfelt yes, a smile appeared on Dregger's face.

He felt that Azig didn't pay enough attention to Iron Mountain City, so Azig made a cautious enough arrangement.

With this order, Azig is qualified as the banner owner.