At this time, the Lin family's Ding Duo planned to fish in troubled waters near the county government, and sang an empty city plan in the house.

The small-footed women were panicked, some planning to wipe the bottom of the pot, and some planning to kill themselves to save their virginity. But the ash at the bottom of the pot had no effect on the soldiers who looked at the Manchurian women with big faces all day long, and the rope that hanged themselves was cut off with a knife, and the idea of preserving the chastity of the dead was in vain.

The flames kept rising in the city, and the Manchurian soldiers immediately turned the battle into a celebration meeting, and the county town of Qinghe became a Shura field, and the people were "sacrificed" by the Manchurian soldiers.

Facing the wolf-like Manchurian soldiers, the head of the Lin family shouted in despair: "Master, my family is a good citizen!" "Faced with the reality that almost the whole family of his family is dead, this bad old man who doesn't know how much land and life he has devoured, and a woman, is still trying to defend himself.

"Whoosh...!" A heavy iron arrow whizzed into his stomach.

"We used to practice slashing, now let's practice archery."

"Okay," the guys lifted their pants, each grabbing a clear bow and standing in the distance for rapid fire. If you don't consider the continuity, the speed of the bow and arrow is much faster than that of the bird's gun, and in a few breaths, the head of the Lin family inserted arrows from head to toe, shedding blood.

In the long river of history, the severance of family blood is like ants washed away by a flood. As the controllers of the "flood", the Manchurian soldiers were refreshed, and under the command of the officers who had fought vicious battles before and after entering the customs, they went door to door to collect surplus grain in the city. Ao Bai didn't think that the ruined north could easily supply an army of more than 100,000 people for so long, and collecting a day's grain and grass at this time was to add a day's life to his troops.

What the? Don't give? My ancestor will kill all those who have no valley for Nikan! Isn't it more merciful than when I didn't kill you now, just obeying the daughters of the Nikans and taking the last grain of rice from the grain jar?

"Hey!" Several Manchurian soldiers dragged the resisting men out and split them in two with their sabers. "These Nikans, if you are good to them, their tails will rise to the sky, and if the master says before he fights, as long as he resists, the city will be slaughtered. I don't think I even need to delay it for half an hour! ”

"Slaughter the city, slaughter the city, you know the slaughter of the city. You little. It's all killed, who will be the coated Aha for us, no, the coated Aha's coated Aha; Who's going to farm for us? Do you want us flag people to farm the land by ourselves? ”

"Just ten years ago, our flag soldiers hit Jiangyin in one go, and the result was because the regent said that he wanted to shave his hair and make it easy to wear, such a big place, we fought for eighty-one days." The old red-armored soldier brandished his sword.

"Let's kill people now so that in the future, the remaining Nikans will surrender obediently. They all said that the flag is going to teach you young dolls to read, why are you so old and don't know anything? ”

"Uncle, we know." The Manchurian soldiers fought a thousand and dragged out a few skewers of pickled meat.

The economy of the counties near the canal was not bad, which was directly reflected in the food level of the Manchurian soldiers, and after a happy vent with a saber and a clear bow, smoke rose everywhere in the city. Large pieces of white meat are thrown into a boiling pot, and the snow-white lard or butter melts in the water at once, plus refined salt and spices found in the back kitchens of large households. Several of the Manchurian soldiers gathered around a cauldron and ate with their mouths full of oil. If it weren't for the ban on alcohol in the army, some people would probably take advantage of the alcohol to cut a few nikans to help the fun.

"Master, the minions have found that there is a big family in the city that is better than the broken county government, why don't the masters go in and rest and eat."

The one who said this was a little white face from the Ao Bai family, as a child born as a slave, with a low brow and a pleasing look on his face, he looked like a little eunuch. Ao Bai swept the little white face with his eyes, and his rough and greasy hands suddenly picked up the little boy's face.

"Okay, don't learn, just learn some slippery!" Ao Bai reprimanded gently, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face, and followed the little rabbit into the yard.

"Isn't the slave afraid that the master will be tired?"

Ao Bai entered the main house, and saw that his staff and leaders had all gathered, a large pot of Manchurian traditional white meat was placed on the table, and the dishes and chopsticks in front of everyone were brand new and untouched. Waving his hand to let everyone sit down, Ao Bai picked up the horse spoon and scooped the meat to eat. For Aobai, who fought many times before entering the customs, the tasteless boiled pork was the delicacy of those "eventful years".

The minions who sit on either side each have small plates filled with various seasonings to keep their taste buds safe from disgusting oiliness.

At least the people here are also the lords of Niu Lu, and no one is greedy for this idea. After eating, everyone put down their chopsticks--- this is to get down to business.

The minions who served their masters stepped aside to enjoy the food prepared by the minions of lower status than them. Ao Bai wiped his mouth, "Bring the map!" ”

Presented was a map of Jiangnan Province, which clearly marked the Yellow River, the Yangtze River and several tributaries, as well as the prefectures and counties. Among these chaotic symbols and texts that drive obsessive-compulsive disorder, the canal depicted with a red pen is the most conspicuous. Ao Bai pulled out his sword and pointed at the map with the tip of his knife:

"We are in Qinghe County, where we are now, north of the Yellow River. It is about 400 miles to Yangzhou, and more than 500 miles to Jiangning. We came here from Taoyuan County before, exactly one day, about seventy miles away. ”

"After this, south of the Yellow River is Huai'an Mansion. As far as I know, the Zheng family's gang of eggs thought that they could do Liu Yu's dream of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and the Huai'an area was very empty. If the force is used properly, it can be completely taken down in one go! ”

The minions didn't understand what Liu Yu meant by the Eastern Jin Dynasty, but this did not affect their wisdom in touting Aobai. When Ao Bai was pointing out the country on the map, the scout who ran back also confirmed Ao Bai's prediction: the scout crossed the Yellow River directly in a small boat in disguise, and crossed the river back, and found that the gates of Huai'an Mansion were open!

"You're all well fed and drunk, right?" Ao Bai stood up proudly and patted his big belly.

"Back to the master, the slave is full."

"Then go back and lead the troops, and cross the river immediately!"

"Huh?"

Everyone was stunned, this is the Yellow River? Do you say that you don't even have a boat ready to cross the river? What's more, the gang just started and is about to march now, and it is inevitable that someone will be left behind?

"Do you know why your fathers and ancestors, no one would fall behind after a day march of seventy or eighty miles?"

"The minions don't know, listen to the master's teachings."

"Because, those who have fallen behind have been killed by the Nikans."

"Take Huai'an Mansion, I will personally ask the emperor for your credit, which Niulu's people are the first to climb the Huai'an city wall, and reward half of the future, Niulu Zhangjing, Jiala Zhangjing is the same!" After saying this, Ao Bai turned away coldly, leaving behind a jubilant Tunguska warrior.