The literati described Liaodong occupied by the Jianzhou Jurchens as thousands of miles of withering, scorched earth, and bones everywhere, but in fact, Liaodong was actually not bad under the rule of the Qing Dynasty, and the fields were rich and the fields were dense everywhere, which was at least ten million times better than the Qinchuan in the Central Plains, which was devastated and the peasants fled to the wilderness.

After all, the Jianzhou Jurchens also wanted to enjoy the well-developed farmland and water facilities developed by the Han people, not to watch them go into ruin.

But after all, it is a land ruled by foreign races, and everything produced is to support the slave owners of the Eight Banners, compared to Liaodong thirty years ago, it was completely a lifeless slave society, wearing tattered clothes and skinny Ahba, working hard in the fields one by one, his face was full of numbness and confusion.

The horse's hooves trampled on puffs of smoke and dust on the loess road between the serf grange and the serf grange, and the loose soil and grass on both sides hurriedly knelt down, kowtowing on the side of the road, not daring to look at it at all, until the cavalry went out far away, then they dared to tremble and get up, and the samurai of the Wa Kingdom can also kill these slaves at will without paying any price, but the samurai still abide by their honor of pretending, and they will not kill innocents indiscriminately, But these children of the Eight Banners have not yet been influenced by Han culture, and they may draw a knife and kill someone if they don't go their way, and they don't need a reason at all.

Sending off the cavalry master, these ahas finally breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around and planned to go back to work in the field, but by chance, a man in his early teens, but the old one was like a dozens of years old, and he accidentally glanced at it, but he was like being struck by lightning.

"Yes, it's the cavalry ...... of the Ming Dynasty, woo ......"

"Little, you're crazy! Aren't you afraid that the village lord will condemn you with missing Minggou and cut you? Why don't you get down and get to work!"

"But, that's really the cavalry of the Ming Dynasty!"

A dark flag still vaguely showed a tail, the simple but majestic clear characters clearly came into view, and another young man was talking there, and several old men were also stunned.

It's been more than 10 years! In the past, the Ming cavalry, which used to patrol the rural border most often, has been extinct for more than ten years! Imperial knights can only occasionally appear in the dreams of the older generation, looking at this cavalry, for a while, many people have mixed feelings.

"Daddy! Ming cavalry! What the hell should I do? ”

After being stupid for a few seconds, the old man who covered Little Ahha's mouth was shaken awake, and his emotion disappeared, but the color of fear immediately appeared on his old face, and suddenly like a pig about to be slaughtered, the old man shouted angrily.

"What are you still doing! Don't go to the police yet! Report to the Banner Man!"

In an instant, a large group of Aha rushed towards the manor.

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Compared with the emotions of Ahha, Song Xiance himself is also full of emotions.

How prosperous was Liaodong in the Ming Dynasty? In the era of the dream office in the Wanli period, Zhang Wei, the secretary of the Nanjing Military Department, once made Liaoyang songs.

Liaoyang spring is like Luoyang spring, and Zimo flowers fly without seeing the dust! Don't hesitate to smile at the gold, and change the horse for a newcomer a few times.

But in less than 30 years, this is simply a change of world, from the Yalu River to cross the river, stepping into the land of the Qing Dynasty is only ten miles away, Song Xiance and his cavalry were surrounded, and it was not the Jianzhou Jurchens who surrounded them, but those who came back from the Guannei and served as slaves! One by one, they were dressed in tattered clothes and holding ridiculous dung forks and hoes, but they were eyeing themselves and others murderously.

The first old man trembled and shouted with an axe.

"Where did the Ming dog come from, don't get off the horse and be bound quickly, so as not to be affected by the blood and light!"

The more you stuff a foreign land here, the more you can feel the kindness of the country's voice, and the military attache Su Mu Yeertai who was subordinate to him pulled out his knife with murderous vigour, but Song Xiance stretched out his hand to stop him, but he lost a smile.

"This old man! Everyone is Han, there is something to say, don't use a knife or a gun, this official is an envoy under the command of Dongjiang Mao Shuai, and he wants to go to Shengjing......"

"Who's a Han dog like you! Dad, I am a Qing person, a Qing person who is many times more noble than you, a Han dog! Don't fucking ramble! Or Lao Tzu really did it!"

Mr. Lu Xun once truly evaluated, lamenting his misfortune and being angry with him! At this moment, it has really become Song Xiance's best mood interpretation, before, these staff members were not without objections, why not take back part of the well-developed Liaohe Plain, but fight for a desolate and ancient land on the Ussuri River, now Song Xiance suddenly understands that Mao Jue's deep understanding of human nature is far above their staff!

But just when Song Xiance sighed, there was another sound of horses' hooves, and then, a burst of leather whips crackled over, and the Qing people who were still "extremely noble" just now knelt in a row like a mouse when they saw a cat, looking at a female real white flag officer with a bald head, a mustache, and a look that was obviously very different from the Han people, the old man was fifty years younger all of a sudden, and he kept kowtowing on the ground like his grandson.

"Master! There's some bright dogs here, and the minions are sleepy! Just wait for the master to send it down!"

However, what stunned him was that Su Mu Yeertai provocatively stabbed the Dongjiang Maozi banner to the ground, and the owner of the white flag, who was arrogant and domineering on weekdays, hurriedly stepped forward and bowed fiercely as if he saw his father.

"Masters of the Dongjiang River! These cheap minions are ignorant and have disturbed your masters, please forgive me! My emperor has already issued an order, and the little one is waiting here to guide you!"

This series of expressions looks at Song Xiance's eyes, the classics can be painted down and become a masterpiece, once again, he sighs for being a member of the Dongjiang River! The Ming Dynasty lost the city and lost the land for 30 years, and was repeatedly killed by the broken army, and the corpses were all over the field, once these people of the Ming Dynasty were not proud of their homeland, and they were proud of roaring at the homeland in front of the slaves.

Seeing that Song Xiance didn't speak, he thought that he was still angry, and the eight-character Hu Zheng white flag snapped two whips on the old man's back, and scolded there.

"Cheap slaves, don't make amends to all the masters of the Dongjiang River!"

"Ahh The old decay has eyes and no beads! The old man is a cheap bone, masters, don't, don't be like the old man, this minion!"

It was so frightened that the old man in the lead was trembling like a sifting chaff, desperately smashing his head on the ground, all of which were blue, however, at this time, after coming back from his emotion, Song Xiance once again recovered the Song military division who could say the dead alive for the sake of the Dongjiang River, he suddenly twisted his round head, and asked a guard next to him who also had a mustache and was not much taller than him.

"Suzuki, you are from Fuso, and in Fuso, what should you do with the farmers who offend the samurai?"

"Kill!"

Although the Japanese people are obscene, the foolish loyalty of some high-ranking warriors to the head of the family is admirable, this little dwarf retainer collected by Song Xiance clearly popped out this cruel and cold words in Liaodong official dialect, and the people who knelt on the ground were simply shocked.

"Master, we are all Han Chinese!"

The voice was full of sadness, and the old man knelt up miserably and stretched out his hands sadly, but in exchange for a sneer from Song Xiance.

"Han Chinese? You Qing people, your own officials can't climb high, this general, don't you know how to do it? ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, the minions understand! Come on! Chop these cheap bones!"

With a click, the spine was cut off, and the officer of the Eight Banners personally took action, and fell to the ground softly, the old man's face was still full of fear and disbelief, and the sound of slashing and killing also sounded among the kneeling hundred and ten minions, and now the Qing Kingdom is the weakest morale in history, who dares to offend them because of the hundred and ten minions who were captured from the customs to drive sheep?

Only those who are self-reliant can control their own destiny and gain the respect of others, like these people, their backbones have long been broken, and they are just animals who can speak human words from the heart.

"Master!"

The slashing continued, but the leader of the white flag had already put away his knife and bowed respectfully. Killing these people is just to show the majesty of Dongjiang, and Song Xiance is not interested in killing itself, he nodded expressionlessly.

"Lead the way!"

"Master! This one, please!"

Turning over from the new horse, the white flag raised its voice again.

"Open the way for the Dongjiang masters!"

The horse's hooves sounded rapidly again, and in the blood of the dead and wounded, there were still seriously injured and not dead people moaning, but no one dared to treat them, just watching the bitter haha brothers who were suffering with themselves died in pain, but squatting in the flooded wheat field, looking at the bright banner rolling in the gale, and the hearts of those clothed minions once again rose and fell with emotion.

Dongjiang!

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The dense transportation network of later generations, from the border town of Ji'an to Shenyang, the train is only more than ten hours, Song Xiance They set off from the vicinity of Dandong, but they walked a full four, no way, compared with the Dongjiang River, the road in the Qing Kingdom is simply the same as their minister's response to the emperor's spoken language, scum!

Compared with Shenyang more than 30 years ago, the city that is now renamed Shengjing City has not flourished at all, the caravans that used to be endless are extinct here, and the residents of Shenyang City who did not die under the slaughter of the city were also driven out of the city and attached to the farms near the city wall, becoming clothed serfs, and the city was only given to the slave owners and nobles of the banners and their close slaves, and the children of the Eight Banners came to live, less of that vitality, and more of the rigid and depressive atmosphere of the feudal slave era.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Shengjing has arrived, and the little one will call the city gate for you!"

The Eight Banners officers who led the way also changed two or three, but they all had one thing in common, a servile face with a smiling face, who knows, at this time, Song Xiance once again picked a thorn, and he suddenly raised his palm-sized slap.

"This official is the envoy of praise painting under the command of the governor of Dongjiang! How could an official of the imperial court enter the city so easily? Let you Tartar lords personally come and greet you!"

Looking at Song Xiance's fingers waving downward, the leader of the red flag who was leading the way in the shift almost didn't cry......

(End of chapter)