Zharozhai is a village fifty miles west of Liaoyang, which is full of Mongolian and Han people, with a total population of about five or six hundred.

Of course, the vast majority of these five or six hundred people are Han Chinese. The vast majority of these Han Chinese were slaves, and a very small number were Manchu clothed slaves.

These Han people belong to more than 30 Manchus and a few Mongolians in the village, and these people are all meritorious people who came down from the battlefield mountain, so they are eligible to be assigned to these Han captives from the Ming Dynasty as slaves.

The daily task of the male Han who became slaves was to farm the land, chop wood, feed the horses, carry water, and do all the heavy work for the Manchurian slave masters. The female Han people cooked for the Manchu and Mongolian slave owners, cleaned up the housework, and even had to bear their ** and give them children.

These Han slaves couldn't eat enough one by one, and at most they didn't starve to death, so they were basically thin, with vegetables on their faces, and their eyes were godless.

Many of the current Manchus have Han slaves and clothed slaves, and they have gradually abandoned their original fishing and hunting life, and have also learned from the Han people to start farming.

Of course, they don't have to work, and they don't do farm work. Now is the spring ploughing season, and they are all in a hurry to complete the sowing so that they can harvest the grain in the autumn.

Therefore, their daily work was to ride to the fields on horseback, and walk up and down the ridges with the whip in their hands, and when they saw any slave who did not care about their work, they would throw it with a whip, and curse a few words along the way.

This day was no exception, and a large area of land behind the village was bent over by Han Chinese slaves to cultivate.

Some have oxen pulling plows more easily. Some of the oxen had to be hired to pull the plough with hemp rope in front of them and move forward step by step, while the iron plough behind them slowly moved forward, cutting through the shallow soil, and the black soil inside surged and tumbled to both sides, covering the footprints of the slaves in the field little by little.

After a few Manchurian slave owners whipped the slaves and yelled and cursed a few words, they got together and began to chat.

They talked about the fact that the defeated army had fled here from Liaoyang City two days ago, but they seemed to be talking about a very ordinary thing.

"Those dog minions of the Han Eight Banners are too timid, born soft eggs, cowards when they were soldiers for the Ming people, and they are still so cowardly when they are soldiers of our Qing Dynasty. Saying that the enemy is too powerful to stop, I think eighty percent of them ran away before they saw the enemy, and they were the same as they were at the beginning. A man shook his horsewhip and grinned.

"Not really. The matter of this war still depends on our full eight banners. These Han people are good at work, and they can only wave their flags and shout on the side when they fight. It is said that the Jiang family army defeated Liaoyang, and what if it was defeated, it would not be possible to wait for the army sent by the emperor to arrive in two days, and it would not be the same as last year. Another man leaned against a big tree at the edge of the field and said with a stalk of grass in his mouth.

"If the emperor still needs us old guys, we can still ride horses and swords to kill the enemy. After so many years of fighting, those southern barbarians are getting more and more cowardly, and we are getting stronger and stronger. In my opinion, as long as we don't lose our riding and archery skills, the territory of these southern barbarians will be occupied by us sooner or later. Then each of us will be able to divide more land and slaves. ”

"That's right, if those dogs have the courage to come to us, Lao Tzu will let them see what it means to fight, and let them know that we are not comparable to those cowards of the Han Eight Banners." The man leaning against the trunk of the tree said with disdain on his face.

The two of them were talking energetically, when they suddenly felt that the ground shook slightly, as if a group of cavalry was coming from a distance, and both of them stood up and stretched their necks to look east, and saw a group of cavalry in black clothes and black armor galloping towards the ridges on this side.

The two Manchurians looked at it for a long time, and felt that these people should not be their cavalry of the Qing Dynasty, and knew that things were not good, so they hurriedly ran over to the horses tied not far away, shouting loudly as they walked.

Their cries and the sound of the horse's hooves also attracted the attention of all the people in the land, and the Manchus all changed color when they heard this, and ran towards their horses one by one.

Some of those who were close had already turned over and mounted their horses, and drew their long knives from the saddles, and screamed in their mouths, ready to ride their horses and charge at the black-armored cavalry.

Those Han slaves looked at the black-armored cavalry with blank eyes, and then they all lay on the ground, stretching their hands forward and motionless, which was the basic consciousness they formed as slaves under the threat of whipping and knives and guns, indicating that they were harmless and regular.

The fast men climbed onto their horses and brandished their swords and rushed towards the black-armored cavalry as uninvited guests, like a praying mantis brandishing a broadsword and rushing towards the wolves.

But before he could take a few steps, there was a buzzing sound in the air, and an arrow had already plunged into his neck, and the bloody arrow was exposed from the back of his neck.

The mount dragged the dead owner and rushed forward a few more steps, but found that there was no master to drive him, and then slowly stopped.

The black-armored cavalry didn't even look at the dead Manchu, rushed to him, and the leader glanced around at the restless Manchu and shouted: "Liaoyang City has been defeated by the Marquis of Wu'an of the Ming Dynasty, and you are now prisoners." The Marquis of Wu'an ordered that all those who were honest and obedient would not be killed, and the land would be returned. If you are not honest, you will be killed on the spot. ”

When he said this, the black-armored cavalrymen behind him who were covering their faces and only showing a pair of solemn eyes had already bent their bows and arrows, making a look of waiting to kill at any time.

It's a pity that the Chinese spoken by the generals who led the team couldn't be understood by the Manchurians at all, and even if they did, they probably didn't care. Accustomed to being jackals, tigers and leopards, it is not so easy for you to let them obediently be sheep.

So some of them rode horses, some didn't, but all of them screamed and shouted incomprehensible words and pounced on the black-armored cavalry.

"The tenth village, I know that it is in vain again, and it is more troublesome to kill directly." The black-armored cavalry general at the head sighed and muttered, and then waved his hand very boringly.

The buzzing sound of the bow was constantly resounding, and dozens of arrows made of birch shafts flew out, and then there was a puff of arrows into the flesh.

The full people who screamed and pounced on them fell to the ground one by one, and after a few struggles, they didn't move.

Of course, there are also a few cowards who just turn around and run away when they see so many people dead.

The cavalry general lazily picked up the bow and arrow next to the saddle, the bow was like a full moon, and as soon as he aimed slightly, the arrow shot out sharply, making a slight screech, and then plunged headlong into the back of the neck of the fleeing fellow, and the huge kinetic energy carried him to the ground violently, and after two convulsions, there was no movement.

In the blink of an eye, all the slave owners were dead.

The black-armored cavalry general shouted to the Han slaves who were lying motionless on the ground: "Get up, you are not slaves now, you are now the people of Wu'anhou." ”