"You don't have to ask."

Ha Bu waved his hand impatiently, after he gave the order, it was naturally the officers and nobles of Hairi Chagai's department who were the most excited, jumping up and down, which made Ha Bu unaccustomed to seeing - the military advisor is going to die, you are so happy?

Ha Bu's mood is indeed very contradictory.

Hairi Chagai gave a lecture inexplicably, touched his nose helplessly, and said: "The spies have sent news that Amin's army has not returned, and now there are only tens of thousands of Han slave soldiers and more than 3,000 wild Jurchen mature Jurchen mixed elites in the camp outside the city. ”

"I didn't come back!" This good news diluted some of the gloomy mood, he smiled, slammed his fists on the table excitedly, and muttered: "I knew that Lian Zining would not let Amin escape so easily!" In other words, now Ali Zhiwei is not only empty of troops, but also has no defense in his heart. The only thing we have to deal with this time is the three thousand Jurchens. ”

"That's right, those Han dogs, they are vulnerable, and they will be over after a while!"

Hairi Chagai licked his lips, with a bloodthirsty expression on his face, and said, "Father Khan, let me rush to the first battle!" ”

Ha couldn't look at him fixedly: "Hairi Chagai, let you come to the battle, it's okay, but you have to promise that you will never be reckless and absolutely cautious." The Han people have a saying, which is very reasonable, the goshawk fights the rabbit and does its best. We have won this battle, but only in this way must we be more cautious. ”

He let out a long sigh: "The 50,000 soldiers who came out this time are almost half lost, and our Fu Yuwei has already broken his muscles and bones." You can't afford to lose anything, you know? ”

Although Hairi Chagai was very unimpressed with the words of the Han people. But he still listened to it, and patted his chest: "Father Khan, don't worry." I'll save it! ”

"Go ahead!"

I can't help but wave my hand.

Looking at the back of Hairi Chagai who disappeared from sight, he twisted his beard with relief, and there was a smile on his face.

This is my son! The wolf king of the steppe! Ulaanbari's little cub, how can he compare with him?

He had already made up his mind in his heart, and after returning to Fuyuwei this time, he announced to all his people that Lihai Richagai was the heir.

It's time to decide.

It was just dark, and the assembled army of 30,000 Fu Yuwei quietly left the city, with thick cloth wrapped in horses' hooves. With a piece in his mouth, he took advantage of the night to quietly cover up in the direction of Ali's guard.

These 30,000 soldiers are all the troops that Fu Yuwei can come up with.

In addition to the 500 soldiers left behind, the Vultures Guard was already an empty city.

They took advantage of the darkness to see and touch a dense forest near Haizi not far from Ali Zhiwei, and hid it.

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The fog was thick and shrouded Ali's guard.

About two miles west of the Acropolis, a camp was established.

The area of the camp is not small, three or four miles in radius. It's like a small city, but it's extremely simple, and there are not even a few tents in it, but it's full of shacks.

Sewage cross-flow between the shacks. Garbage is thrown everywhere, and there are even a few open pits, that smell. It's really exciting.

It's less like a barracks and more like a slum.

In fact. This is the residence of the Han slaves under Amin's tent.

Amin attacked Ali Zhiwei at the beginning, when it was at its peak. There were 80,000 Han slave soldiers under his command, and later the attack on Ali Zhiwei lost a lot, and there were only more than 40,000 people. However, after the capture of Ali Zhiwei, all the Han Chinese were turned into slaves, and the number increased a lot, and now the number is maintained at about 70,000.

In the Jurchen army, the hierarchy is strict, and it is similar to the four-level popular system in the Yuan Dynasty.

The first class was naturally the Haixi Jurchens who fled to Jiahewei with Amin, the second class were those wild Jurchens who were captured from the deep mountains and old forests, the third class were the Han slaves who had been submissive from Jiahewei earlier, and the fourth class was recently accepted.

The Jurchens were stationed in the city, living in large mansions looted from the Han Chinese, while the Han people lived outside in military camps, shacks.

This hierarchical system is incomparably evident in the place of residence.

The artificial division of generals and sergeants into several ranks, in the long run, will certainly not succeed, and it will certainly make the contradictions extremely intensified, and it is impossible to say that they will have infighting. However, in a short period of time, the effect was good -- there were countless more cannon fodder in the army, which effectively reduced the casualties of the main force, and oppressed them with strict punishment and cruel systems, which actually made the combat effectiveness of these slave soldiers quite good.

And let's be honest, this also varies from person to person. Some people, with clever means, can train these cannon fodder to be obedient, such as Lian Zining, and some people, even if you give him 500,000 elites, he can bury you, needless to say. Moreover, the latter are often narrow-minded and do not think about lessons, and it is really sad that such people are in power.

And Amin and Lian Zining are the same kind of people.

Just as Lian Zining did to those Jurchen slave soldiers, he also used all kinds of means to control these Han slave soldiers, in fact, to put it bluntly, it was nothing more than those few things - suppressing those who were disobedient and punishing them severely. Reward those who are obedient and meritorious, and give them official positions, money, and women. In this way, the hearts of the people cannot be united, and with the example of those who have already reaped the benefits, the rest will follow suit.

Of course, this thing is easy to say, but it is quite difficult to operate in practice, and even more difficult to execute.

There are clear rewards and punishments, this sentence has been said for thousands of years, and there have never been many people who have really done it.

Amin was able to do it, and this alone was enough to make Lian Zining pay attention to him. And it seems that Amin is no worse than Lian Zining.

It was already late at night, and there was obviously no nightlife in the camp, and it was already in a deep silence.

Except for the occasional group of soldiers on the night watch, there was no other sound.

Zhao sat up abruptly. His forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He gasped for air, his fists clenched hard.

Another nightmare. It's this scene that can never be seen, a nightmare deeply imprinted in the bottom of my heart!

Despite the scenes in the dream. A year has passed, but in Zhao Slowbear's heart, it seems like yesterday.

That scene gradually appeared in front of him, and his eyes became clear.

His home is in the town of Goki.

The town of Wumu is a subordinate of Jiahewei, and its name comes from the fact that there are five huge cedar trees on a hill next to the town.

The fir tree has grown in the mountains and forests for I don't know how many years, and it is more than 30 zhang high. The thick trunk of the tree requires more than two dozen people to hug it, and what is even more rare is that the trunk stands straight and straight, and only at the top does it have some branches and leaves. Five towering trees, like the five giants, guarded the town.

Wumu Town got its name from this, and its fame is not small.

However, a few years ago, those big trees were cut down, and it is said that it was an order from Yang Xuezhong, a general in northern Liaoning. Cut down the giant wood to build a mansion for yourself. At that time, tens of thousands of people were mobilized just to transport the five giant trees, and that spectacular scene is still remembered clearly by Zhao Wanxiong.

Since then. Wumu Town is also not worthy of its name.

Zhao Slow Bear is an ordinary hunter, he is very skilled among the Han people, and can often hunt a lot of things from the mountains and forests. At the same time, the family also planted 20 acres of land, and the life was harmonious and beautiful. Although it is not brocade food. But you can see some meat every once in a while, for the common people. It's already a rare luxury.

There are not only Han Chinese in the town, in fact, there are also a number of Jurchens.

Some of them were local wild Jurchens who gradually adapted to the life of the Han Chinese, while others moved from other places.

In Zhao Slowxiong's eyes, these Jurchens are not bad, although they are rude and uncivilized, they are simple and hearty, and they are easy to get along with. Some of them have been living here for several generations, and they have stopped hunting, and they have also begged for wasteland and farmed with the Han people. Besides, this is the territory of our Han people, how dare they, the Jurchen Tartars?

This idea is not only his own, but also many Han Chinese.

Even in the town, it was the Han people who occupied a completely dominant and powerful position - there was no national protection policy in that era, the Han people were an absolutely strong nation, and in this era, it was normal for the strong to bully the weak.

But all of this, last year, came over and over again.

Those days, Zhao Slowbear will never forget it for the rest of his life.

When he returned from hunting in the mountains that day, he found that the people in the town were panicked and in a panic, and many large families with a little wealth began to hurriedly pack up their belongings, and drove them to the south as if they were fleeing.

The town was in a state of anxiety and unrest.

The Jurchens in the town were elated one by one, and they gathered in groups at the corner of the street, holding knives, sticks and other things in their hands.

In the past, they were not cautious in front of the Han people, at least they were polite, but at this time, they were arrogant. When the Han people saw them, they nodded their heads and didn't dare to look directly.

As soon as Zhao Wanxiong inquired, he learned that Amin had led the Jurchen army to fight!

Jiahewei has been occupied, maybe it will be here in a while!

Hearing this news, Zhao Slowxiong was trembling at the moment - who doesn't know the brutality of the Jurchens?

He hurried home, and around his home, several Jurchens were wandering around with bad intentions.

What they couldn't hide in their eyes was a gaze full of lust - Zhao Slowxiong's wife was one of the most beautiful women in the entire Wumu Town.

Zhao slow-bear comforted his anxious wife, and he decided to stay here for another night and go to the countryside tomorrow to hide.

But he didn't expect that sleeping this night would make him regret it for life.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Slowbear was noisy by the roaring noise and crying outside, and the blood was rushing to the sky.

The massacre began.

Unexpectedly, the initiators of the massacre were not the Jurchen Tartar army, but the Jurchens in the town.

They had already planned during the day, and after late at night, they were divided into groups, armed with sharp blades. Broke into the homes of the Han people and wantonly slaughtered the Han people. Rape Han Chinese women and rob them of their property. Burn their houses.

If it is not my race, its heart will be different, these white-eyed wolves who are not familiar with it, no matter how peaceful they were before, once they seize the opportunity, they will immediately turn into bloodthirsty demons.

Zhao Wanxiong's family was not spared.

Four or five Jurchens broke into his home with large bags and small bags, and what made him even more chilled was that they were all covered in blood, and one of them was in his hands. He was also carrying a human head, and blood was dripping down.

The eyebrows are like the second king of the family next door.

Zhao Slowxiong has good skills, but his two fists are invincible to his four hands, and he is knocked down in one shot.

He was tied to a pillar - those Jurchens deliberately did not kill him, just so that he would deliberately look at him, suffer greater humiliation, and life would be worse than death!

He watched with his own eyes as the Jurchens wreaked havoc in his own home.

A Jurchen named Fucha crushed his gentle and virtuous wife under him. After the hard fucking, he thrust a branch the thickness of an arm into her lower body, blood pouring into it, and the Jurchen. Laughing wildly, twitching with the twigs until his wife was dying. Only a faint moan was used to pull the branch out. And at that time, it came out together. It was countless pieces of blood and shattered internal organs.

Fucha is a hunter and does not farm. And he is addicted to alcohol, and he can't save any money. Zhao Slow-Xiong still remembers that when the snow closed the mountain last year, he couldn't open the pot at home, so he came to borrow food, or Zhao Slow-Xiong lent him a bag of wheat, otherwise, I am afraid that the rich tea in winter will not be able to last.

And the mother-in-law of Fucha was now scavenging in his house, wrapping all the valuable things he could see in cloth and putting them on the cart that came from his own house, and soon the cart was so full that it could no longer hold anything.

Grain, copper coins, mountain goods and game, nothing.

And another Jurchen, Zhao Slowxiong's neighbor, that has a very good temper, every time Zhao Slowbear goes out for a walk with his son, he smiles and comes up to touch the child's head and says some auspicious words Su Laoji. At this time, he picked up his three-year-old child and smashed him over and over again on the hard stone grinder, until he threw the child to death. Then Su Laoji cut off the child's head, threw it into the cauldron, filled the pot with water, filled the stove with firewood, and lit a fire. Laugh as you watch the bloody head rise and fall in the water.

Zhao Slowxiong's eyes were split, and the corners of his eyes were bleeding. He roared wildly, his throat was hoarse, blood was flowing from his throat, his vocal cords were torn, but the more he roared, the more excited the Jurchens became.

Until Zhao Slowxiong screamed, his eyes flashed with stars, and he fainted.

When he woke up, he found himself in the barracks.

The military camp of the Jurchens.

The Jurchens came very quickly, and easily took the town of Wumu, which was unguarded by an army, and Zhao Slowxiong, like all the adult men in the town, became a slave soldier.

And those Jurchens in the town were collected into the army and became regular soldiers.

This is more than a year.

For more than a year, Zhao Slowbear can be regarded as a veteran of the battlefield.

He has participated in several siege battles, and even the most tragic Ali Zhiwei offensive and defensive battles, as the most senior slave soldier, now Zhao Slow Xiong is already a slave soldier hundred household officials.

There are more than 90 people under his hands, and he is not a big or small official.

He is very deferential on the surface, and he has no disobedience to his Jurchen boss, without a trace of disobedience, but in his heart, that hatred has never disappeared.

He took a few heavy breaths, no longer sleepy, grabbed the saber in his hand and stood up, and several Han slave soldiers who were napping next to him were also awakened, sat up and looked around.

Their shack was a little farther away, not far away was the fence, the fog seemed to have lightened, through the fence, you could see the stubble of the stump that had just been cut down a dozen paces away.

"Lord Baihu, what's wrong?"

A slave asked in a low voice.

Zhao Wanxiong waved his hand: "It's okay, I can't sleep, go out for a walk, brothers go to sleep!" ”

So saying, he stooped out of the shack.

The sound of footsteps behind him sounded, Zhao Slowxiong looked back, and it was a young man named Su Ji who came up, tall and thin, looking like a pockmarked pole, but he was actually very energetic.

He was a ten-captain under Zhao Slowxiong and his cronies.

Su Ji smiled: "It just so happens that I can't sleep anymore, so I go out for a walk with the adults." ”

Zhao Slowxiong nodded silently and walked now.

The night wind struck, the birch trees rattled, and the two walked one after the other, and neither of them spoke.

Su Ji had a similar experience to him - in fact, many Han people had such a tragic experience, but they were divided and co-opted by Amin's various means to give up the hatred in their hearts, but Zhao Wanxiong and Su Ji were different, they always persevered.

This is also the reason why the two can become inseparable friends.

Hatred for the Jurchens, that's all.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the humidity in the air was getting thicker.

"Look, it's going to rain."

Su Ji said in a low voice.

"Yes! The next rain will be good. Zhao Slowbear exhaled a breath of turbidity, and he only felt suffocated to death in his heart.

The two walked not far from the camp wall, where the wind was getting stronger and stronger, and there seemed to be a strange smell mixed in the wind.

"Su Ji, do you smell it? What does it smell like? ”

Zhao Slowbear's nose twitched, and he wondered.

"Smelled." Su Ji's face was a little solemn: "It's a little fishy and smelly...... Very familiar"

The two of them glanced at each other, and their faces suddenly changed.

They are very familiar with this smell, and every time the Jurchen army goes on an expedition, tens of thousands of war horses gather together, and it is this very unpleasant smell that is produced.

"There are enemies!" Su Ji was about to shout, but was stopped by Zhao Slowbear, and he said in a low voice: "Let's go, let's go back, retreat......"

Su Ji instantly understood Zhao Slowxiong's plan, anyway, even if the enemy came in, it would only be the Jurchens and their lackeys who died!

These people, no matter how much they die, he doesn't feel distressed.

The two of them tiptoed back, coming without hiding their tracks, but now they wished they had become a light bug. (To be continued.) )