The weather began to warm up, even Liaodong in the ice and snow world has its spring flowers, more than a meter thick snow thinned little by little, and the vigorous meltwater poured into the Yalu River, so that the river water, which had been dry for more than half the winter, also skyrocketed, and even the river was less than one meter away from Mao Jue's left front tooth fort.

Mao Jue, who had been worried for more than three months, finally put his heart in his stomach at this time, the river was turbulent to this extent, even Dongjiang Town, which had a boat, would not easily cross the river to launch an attack, let alone Houjin, who was not good at water warfare.

In February, the military merits have been reported to the imperial court, and those who are cheeky and have experience have more or less benefited, but the imperial court rewards them, and a group of unconscionable people immediately patted their butts and left, and returned to Phi Island, which really made Mao Jue worry for a while, even if he added the West Battalion, he was only about 8,000 people, and only about 2,000 people could fight was not a heart, even if more than 10,000 were pressed by the blue and red flags, he really couldn't beat it, even if there was a turtle shell of the fortress, Yizhou defended it, The chaotic Eight Banners cavalry burned Tieshan to a white ground, and Mao Jue couldn't accept it.

Fortunately, after this wave, Mao Jue can be stable for at least a few months, unlike most of the threats from the northern ethnic minorities faced by Huaxia, Houjin is also a farming people, and they also need to farm, and before Xia Xian, these guys have no time to take care of themselves.

Then this kung fu is an opportunity for you to seize the time to recuperate.

This winter's war was as devastating as the harsh winter itself, the original social order of the entire Uiju was completely broken, all the villages were burned, more than 19,000 Uiju Han people, Koreans were taken to the city of Uiju to squeeze into a house in several households, and some people lived in shacks outside, relying on eating captured Zhenglan Banner grain, which survived this winter, and now it is time to re-open this society, but before this, Mao Jue still has one more thing to do!

A high platform is erected like a singing opera, and a big curtain is hung behind it, but the people who eat melons watching the play seem to be too deep into the play! One by one, the crowd was extremely excited, raising their fists and shouting angrily, what rotten vegetable leaves, stones and garbage, desperately throwing them on the platform, the momentum, like a landslide and tsunami.

"Down with Zhao Laocai, the lackey of Houjin, !!"

In the roar of excitement and anger, a dead fat man with a blue nose and swollen face who was beaten and a pangolin seemed to tremble and hug each other, and after the shouting was over, then a trembling old lady trembled and walked up to the stage with the support of two young people, and stabbed the ground with a cane in a sad voice.

"The surname is Zhao, you are still a relative of our Zhao family! Just to please that old man of the Tartars, in exchange for your head of the village, my daughter is only thirteen years old, let you be tied up and ruined to death by that old beast, and your conscience will be eaten by dogs! Pity my granddaughter!! ”

"The surname Zhao, last winter you forced the rent, snatched away the last bag of food in my family, my mother was seriously ill in the cold winter, and wanted to eat a mouthful of porridge before dying, Lao Tzu knelt at the door of your house for three days and three nights, you didn't even look at it! Let my mother die on an empty stomach, how many people in our Zhuangzi were forced to rent and starve to death by you, and as a result, all the food we worked so hard to lay was let you take it and feed the tartars! Are you worthy of your ancestors? ”

The young man next to him also roared angrily, and the anger of the two caused the crowd who had finally calmed down to erupt in anger again, and everyone had red eyes and raised their fists.

"Kill him! Kill him! ”

was so frightened that he collapsed, and the head of the "pangolin" shrank to the ground, shouting sadly: "Folks, I was also forced!" Please spare my life, little one! Small! I must change my mind and be loyal to me! Please, give the little one a chance! ”

There is no majesty of the village head on weekdays, this surnamed Zhao is trembling, pitiful like a mouse caught in the cat group, but unfortunately, not to mention that those Yizhou people below are red-eyed, only before this guy was the head of the blue flag, and the relationship with the blue flag is too close, Mao Jue will not let them go, and in the wave of condemnation, a few pro-soldiers carried the arm of the dead fat man and dragged it down, in the old guy's fart and urine, the strong rope sleeve was hung around the neck, and the goods were hung up like a duck.

However, the old guy with his legs fluttering is not alone, there is already a large string hanging at the gate of Yiju City, and at this time the frost has not yet receded, and some people have been frozen hard and hung there like a popsicle.

Devils are hateful, but what is more hateful than devils are these traitors! If it weren't for the help of these Han Zhuang Zhuangtou to maintain order and brutally suppress their fellow tribesmen, according to the cruel national oppression of the early Houjin, these Han people would have rebelled long ago.

However, hatred is not the only reason why these people must die, Mao Jue has an even darker reason to kill! That's anger!

The anger of the people of Uiju!

Xunzi said that human nature is evil, and people's hearts are actually dark, even the Buddha who shouts and abstains from anger all day long, has angry eyes, not to mention these ordinary people. The house was burned, and he was detained and frozen for three months in Yizhou City, and it is estimated that Mao Jue himself will have to be angry, if this anger is not handled properly, if one does not play well, Mao Jue will have to play with fire and set himself on fire.

Fortunately, there is such a group of two devils, getting rid of these people is not only to remove hidden dangers, but also to become a sandbag for the public, so that the anger in their hearts is transferred from Mao Jue to these leading parties, and the anger of these people is calmed down with blood, and the violence and darkness of the Yizhou people are brought into full play in the public criticism.

This head surnamed Zhao is still kicking his legs, and the head is a guy with a full face who is arrogantly screaming and being pushed to the stage, this violent and uncooperative attitude immediately aroused a new anger of the people of Yizhou, and the mud and snowballs were thrown up again.

…………

The criticism and execution lasted for more than three days, and the gate of Yiju City was like an air-dried chicken in Tibetan cuisine, and more than 200 people were hanged, but these days are really enjoyable, and the remaining more than 19,000 Yizhou Han people or Koreans are all following the clockwork, and the morale is very high, and I can't wait to see it now.

It is also like Tieshan, all the population was organized into military household guards by Mao Jue, with 100 households as a unit, and 200 households formed a village, and the villages were re-established in those reclamation areas of the former Zhenglan Banner.

In April, Uiju also began to become thriving, in the end it was a rural area, burning fast, rebuilding was also fast, Uiju had food supply all the time, adobe thatched houses were built in ten days, and then the ice and snow melted, and the military households with new homes threw themselves into the ground with great energy, each rolling like a mud ball.

This year, God still gives face, the weather is warm very quickly, the corn seeds are in the ground for a few days, and they begin to pull out a trace of green shoots, as for the sweet potatoes and potatoes, the two fast-growing brothers are even more green leaves.

Mao Jue is a person who does not have a sense of security enough, according to his ideals, the entire Yizhou Mountain, there should be machine gun bunkers everywhere, but now, his armament is in a slow state, after all, this year is still the era of eating according to God's face, when you can't grab anything, the spring wasteland occupies the vast majority of the population of the two counties, as for the fortress hill selected by Mao Jue, there are only about 20 young people on the site of the city with a circumference of more than 600 meters, where they are desperately digging the foundation for Mao Jue with hoes, patrolling around, Mao Jue is an old man with an old face, and as soon as he stepped into the foundation, the depth had not buried half of his boots, which made Mao Jue sigh sadly.

As long as Su Changmei next to him didn't have the Jiannu cavalry to scare him, he would be a smiling meat bun image, this Mao Jue sighed there, but the other thing was smiling like a flower roll, holding his fist flatteringly.

"The general's plot! Spicy hand Buddha heart, this Yizhou is cleaned up, but it is much more deferential than the other side of Iron Mountain! ”

It's no wonder that this guy sighed, the big and small mountains on the Iron Mountain, such as Tian Tao, Zhao Cheng, and Mao Jue's orders basically refer to the thousands of clans that do not move their families, and a small half of the fields are occupied by them, even if it is those small villages, there are village elders in the village, and people such as local tyrants bargain, but in this Yizhou, the largest place Haoqiang Zhenglan Banner has all been driven away, and most of the smaller local snakes have been slaughtered by Mao Jue, and a small number of trembling people are holding their tails, not to mention jumping out and blowing up thorns. If they don't shrink their heads into the crotch of their pants, they are fat.

As for the newly appointed hundred households, the general flag and the small flag were all selected by Mao Jue in the more obedient tunmin in the past three months, all the authority came from Mao Jue, here, Mao Jue's orders were smoother than those of Tieshan, saying that he would dig wherever he did, and let the corn and sweet potatoes that had not been planted again be planted without any hesitation and complaints, even Su Changmei, the big housekeeper, was a lot easier to work, and this thing was half flattering and half sincere.

It's a pity that this guy's compliment didn't make Mao Jue happy at all, he is now full of his own fortress, and how to recruit new soldiers, after all, in June and July last year, before the autumn harvest, Zhenglan Banner launched a large-scale sweep, and the scope of the attack was all over the northern part of the peninsula, who knows if it will come again this year, with eight hundred soldiers and those friendly troops who don't know whether they are reliable or not, Mao Jue really has no bottom in his heart.

"Lao Su, you can't recruit another batch of ......"

"General, you can set a goal of 120,000 acres!"

This dead fat man actually has a principle, looking at Su Baozi's spread of hands, without the slightest discussion, the corners of Mao Jue's mouth couldn't help but twitch wildly, he really called Tangerine Shenghuainan as orange, Shenghuaibei as Mandarin, this slippery head also dared to argue with himself.

But then again, the military order is like a mountain, and it is also Mao Jue's own 100,000 mu reclamation plan, after all, this year's grain is the boss, and now there are two front tooth forts stuck on the Yalu River, it really can't be done, he shouted to Mao Wenlong for help at the critical moment, after all, he doesn't have a baby yet, Mao Wenlong shouldn't look at himself whining and mourning!

Coincidentally, just when Mao Jue was playing Mao Wenlong's idea, under the mountain, there was another rapid sound of horses' hooves, and Liu Chong rode a fast horse and galloped over from the mountain road next to him.

"General, Mao Shuai sent a messenger to summon you to go to Phi Island quickly!"

Mao Wenlong is looking for himself, there is generally nothing good, even if he gave himself 20,000 stone of military food last time, he also trained himself for a long time, and in Mao Jue's opinion, it is not a good thing. His face couldn't help twitching, his voice was lowered a lot, and Mao Jue asked in a low voice.

"What's going on there, old man!"

His face also became strange, and Liu Chong also replied in a low voice.

"I heard from the messenger that there is a ghost ...... Phi Dao"