The Dongjiang Army has gone through a hundred battles, even if it is facing hundreds of thousands of Qing troops, it is not stunned, however, the unknown thing is the most frightening, along the way, the territory of the Qing Kingdom is like a cemetery, there is not a single Tunpu for dozens of miles, there is still an empty city here, and you can faintly hear a faint ghost cry, that kind of atmosphere, not to mention how depressing.

Seeing that the city gate was pushed open, the avant-garde troops who were close to raised all their horse pistols at once, and even Mao Jue himself couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

There's not going to be a bunch of zombies coming out, is it?

Just as a group of people were watching, the figures of several pigtailed soldiers finally met Mao Jue's eyes, and then, a scribe wearing a melon skin hat, a green brocade vest, and a bright yellow vest was wrapped inside the city gate in high spirits.

Looking at him like this, it was as if it was not the enemy army that had already arrived in the city, but the army that greeted the triumphant.

It was actually the big traitor Fan Wencheng.

"General?"

The guard Changmao Lance held a rifled flintlock pistol and turned back to Mao Jue and shouted. Pinching the short beard on his chin and thinking for a moment, Mao Jue still nodded.

"Let him come."

The Dongjiang knights in front put down their guns and spread out to both sides, and then two wrestlers greeted them. Fan Wencheng also wanted to raise his head and walk over by himself, but where could he be accommodated, the two Dongjiang Army Haixi Jurchens who were more than 1.9 meters tall directly grabbed his arm and carried the little chicks and handed them over.

Now that Dongjiang occupies an absolute advantage, you have to guard against people and dogs jumping off the wall in a hurry, although a traitor like Fan Wencheng can't talk about any loyalty, but what kind of human bomb still has to be searched, the two big men even ripped off his clothes, to check whether there is a black lump of pneumonic plague, to prevent a caterpillar from crawling on the surface of the feet, not biting people, claiming to be an elegant person, how can Fan Wencheng agree, but it's a pity that he is a scholar how to tear the meat three times a day, a strong man who has been physically training for twenty-five hours, was pressed to the ground by two wrestlers and rubbed, In that scene, if you want to have more bases, you will have more bases.

was tossed for a long time, the gems on the hat were lost, and he was used to reaching out in his clothes, and a set of yellow jackets was worn crookedly like a soup chicken, Fan Wencheng was finally brought to Mao Jue, and he was angry, and he jumped to his feet and shouted angrily.

"This is Dongjiang's hospitality?"

"You deserve to be a guest, too? Get on your knees!"

Unexpectedly, the biggest anger this time was not Mao Jue, but Fan Wenju, the prime minister of Dongjiang who was responsible for the overall planning of food and salary for the rear army.

This time, it was Fan Wencheng's turn to be surprised, looking at his old face, he screamed in amazement.

"Cousin!"

This title really made everyone turn their heads incredibly, a face was hard to see, and they glared at this great traitor with hatred, Fan Wenju immediately turned over and dismounted, knelt heavily in front of Mao Juema, turned over and kowtowed.

"General, the old minister is guilty! This disloyal and unfilial person is my Shenyang Fan family, after the fall of Shenyang Wei, the minister fled to Shandong, I didn't expect this brute to turn his back on the ancestral grave, Tian shamelessly became the lackey of Jiannu, please allow the old minister to personally kill this scum! After clearing the portal! The old minister is willing to accept the disposal of the general!"

Mao Jue was really a little surprised, he just thought that the names were about the same, and he didn't expect the two to really be related, but he still knew what Fan Wenju was, he was the most upright on weekdays, and his personality was particularly hostile to these Jianzhou Jurchens who took his territory, if he had a different heart, why would he fall into Shandong to beg for a living, such a small relationship, Mao Jue naturally couldn't find anything wrong with him, Mao Jue was helpless to shake his head at the guards around him.

"Don't hurry up and help Master Fan up! As the saying goes, orange is born in Huainan for orange, and Huaibei is born for orange! The nine sons of Longsheng are still different, and it is nothing if a family has an unfilial scum! Don't mind Lord Fan!"

"Scum is not filial?"

Listening to Mao Jue's comforting words, this Fan Wencheng became angry, stretched out his hand and pointed directly at Fan Wen, who was being dragged up, raised his nose, and snorted disdainfully and arrogantly: "The court is dim!" Officials are corrupt and stupid! It's all about the appearance of the dead country, I abandon the darkness and turn to the light, support the ancestor Holy Emperor, and let the Fan family shine on the lintel, but you, the Fan family who fled with you at the beginning are one hundred and thirteen people, and now there is still a lot left? ”

"Something that is inferior to a brute! You read so many sage books for nothing! Lead the beast to eat people, and use the blood of tens of millions of dawn people to dye your top red, in exchange for your glory and wealth, the faces of the ancestors and ancestors of the Fan family have been lost by you! Under the Nine Springs, what kind of face do you have to meet the ancestors of the Fan family!"

His face was distorted with anger, and Fan Wenju also shouted angrily, and even reached out and grabbed Fan Wencheng's collar, but listening to his roar, Mao Jue couldn't help but sigh.

Loyalty also has a price, no wonder Fan Wenju hates Jiannu so much, more than 110 people! When Mao Jue found him in Shandong, he was just alone.

"Enough!"

Let the guards separate the two, and in Fan Wenju's angry gaze, Mao Jue raised his horsewhip and pointed at Fan Wencheng's head very unscrupulously.

"Since you have chosen to build slaves and barbarians, you are no longer from my Huaxia, go back to the city! Waiting for a decisive battle with my army, Lord Fan, when the time comes, if you want to clean up this portal, I will allow you to fight in person!"

"Xie Jiangye!"

He bowed heavily in gratitude, and waved his sleeves fiercely at Fan Wencheng, who was stunned, his cousin who had taken a completely different path.

"Someone! Get out!"

"Wait!"

Angrily shaking off the two Dongjiang wrestlers who were tugging on his sleeves, this Fan Wencheng also tore Nasven's mask, and jumped on his feet and roared like a country scoundrel.

"Mao Manzi, aren't you hypocritical and self-proclaimed as the savior of the Liao people? Today is here to warn you! If you dare to take another step into the army, millions of Liao people will fall to the ground because of you!"

"Your Majesty of my family has deployed troops in Gaizhou, Jinzhou, indeed, Shengjing is empty, and my clan is left old and weak, but as long as Shengjing falls, the town troops will let go of their arms and slaughter! Even if you get Liaodong, there will only be a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!"

"Hahaha, Mao Man, if you have the guts, you will attack the city!"

Fan Wencheng laughed uncontrollably, and Mao Jue couldn't help but be shocked by the ugly smile, and after a while, the entire Dongjiang commander group also exploded, and angry shouts and curses rang out one after another, and even Shen Rong reached out and pulled out the knife, and was pulled back by Song Xiance fiercely.

In the scolding, Mao Jue's own eyes were on fire, he never thought that the Qing people would be so shameless, no wonder the Qing army's eight banners defending the periphery of Shengjing were all pushed back, this rich Liaodong Plain has now become so empty, the Qing people are driving all the Han people in Liaodong to the south, and the Qing army gathered near Ningyuan is not to attack Shanhaiguan, but to be ready to raise the butcher's knife on the heads of the Han people in their own territory at any time.

How far has a country's army degenerated to the point of threatening the lives of its own people?

However, after only a moment of anger, Mao Jue calmed down again, indeed, the Qing people were extremely shameless, but they had to admit that this did make him hesitate, he wanted to enter the customs, and the future wars would be hundreds of thousands of millions of people, he needed the Han people under the command of the Qing State, and once southern and western Liaoning was killed into a blank land, it was impossible for Dongjiang to have enough people to fill the border in a short period of time, and if Dongjiang wanted to enter the customs, it would be equivalent to stretching the supply line hundreds of kilometers in vain.

This hand is like the sword-wielding deterrence in "The Three-Body Problem", the deterrence of the earthlings is that if you want to kill me, I will detonate the sun and let the two civilizations be destroyed together! And the shock of the Qing people is that I can be slaughtered, and you don't want to enter the customs!

However, the situation has unfolded, and anger is useless now, what you have to think about is how to use it correctly to be a qualified superior. In Fan Wencheng's astonishment, Mao Jue quickly calmed down, and at the same time raised his right hand upwards suddenly, looking at his slap, the group of officers who were originally boiling with anger fell silent for a moment.

"What are the conditions of the Qing Kingdom?"

"Your Majesty of my family invited the Inspector Shirenshan to gather together to discuss the peace treaty between the two countries!"

"Impossible!"

Listening to Fan Wencheng's smug words, Fan Wenju roared angrily again, there was Shen Yangwei in front of him, but his hometown, the center of the blood and tears of many Liaodong Ming people, seeing that the recovery was close at hand, if this was a failure, how could he accept it?

It's a pity that Mao Jue reached out to stop him again.

With a gloomy face, he turned over and dismounted and stood in front of the Dongjiang Officer Corps, the murderous intent in his eyes made Fan Wencheng feel a chill down his spine, and in his trembling, Mao Jue snorted gloomily.

"Tomorrow at noon, Shiren Mountain, I will go! But I will tell your master that there is no peace between Dongjiang and you Jiannu!"

"Take him out!"

Once again, he was dragged out by the shoulders of the two wrestlers, and was dragged out a few meters away, Fan Wencheng woke up in Mao Jue's murderous machine, and in order to save face, he jumped to his feet and roared.

"Mao Man, you have thought about it, you have to dare to do it! My master will burn Liaodong to a white ground, you wait!!"

The embarrassed figure even crawled back to the city, and a few Qing soldiers didn't make an empty city plan, pushed the gate and slammed it shut, watching the street behind the door disappear from view little by little, his face was extremely gloomy, Mao Jue snorted coldly and led the horse to turn around, while walking backwards, he waved his hand coldly and ordered.

"Withdraw the troops, set up camp, and put the cannon to Lao Tzu at the front!"

"The last general obeys!"

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Across a city wall, the two armies confronted each other nervously, as the sun gradually rose, the fate of a sunset empire and another rising empire also began, at noon, on Shiren Mountain, the four dragon banners of the eight banners of the Qing army have been densely planted in the Dongshan pavilion, and along the winding mountain road, hundreds of waist strength pinned to the revolver of the superintendent guards from the left and right, Mao Jue is gloomy face personally climbed the mountain.

At the entrance of the pavilion, he still looked triumphant, Fan Wencheng had been waiting there for a long time, and when he saw the Dongjiang team coming up, he was arrogant and hugged his fist.

"The overseer is invited, my majesty has been waiting for a long time!"

As he got out of the way, behind the pavilion, the golden silk couch was revealed, and a person in a yellow robe, who was already skinny, was lying on it, and Mao Jue saw it.

(End of chapter)