Once this document is signed and pledged, it is a traitor, and even if he returns to Shengjing safely, Dolgon will not spare him. But Fan Wencheng changed his mind again, and his mind was a lot calmer, but he was just signing and drawing, and for the time being, as long as he denied it after escaping, what could these tenacious Ming generals do with him?

Fan Wencheng actually laughed twice, asked Cheng Mingjiu for pen and ink and ink, signed the name of the dragon and phoenix dance, stamped the seal, and pressed five bright red fingerprints.

"General, please look, I don't know if this is good?"

When Fan Wencheng asked like this, he was apprehensive in his heart, for fear that the Ming army generals in front of him would see through his thoughts. Cheng Mingjiu seemed to be unaware, only glanced at it twice, and then said with a smile: "In this way, Mr. Fan agrees with the conditions proposed in this national document?" ”

Fan Wencheng hurriedly bowed and saluted, "The general's words are serious, and there is an order, but please tell me, Fan Mou will obey his orders!" ”

Anyway, with empty words and white teeth, Fan Wencheng has no psychological burden on such insincere words.

"Since Mr. Fan doesn't object, that's fine. But Ben is still worried about ......"

Cheng Mingjiu's tone was elongated, and Fan Wencheng's heart trembled, he was afraid that Cheng Mingjiu would make a branch out of the festival, so he tried his best to explain: "The regent is obedient to Fan's words, and he won't object!" ”

Fan Wencheng raised his hand seemingly inadvertently and wiped the fine beads of sweat oozing from his face and forehead. When he said this, he was still a little weak-hearted, how could Dorgon obey him? On the contrary, he was like a mouse seeing a cat in front of Dorgon, and he didn't even dare to say anything more.

The atmosphere in the room was a little awkward, and Cheng Mingjiu suddenly burst out laughing, "That's great!" Ben will immediately arrange for Mr. Fan to return to his hometown! ”

Hearing Cheng Mingjiu's relent, Fan Wencheng only felt that a boulder in his heart had landed, and he hurriedly bowed down and said, "Just listen to the general's arrangement!" ”

"But before leaving, Ben still wants Mr. Fan to see something!"

"Fan is all obedient!"

Cheng Mingjiu's "but" made him nervous again, could it be that this guy still has a backhand?

"Someone!" The servant entered, "What do you command?" ”

"Take Mr. Fan down, change into decent clothes, and serve the best wine and meat. Mr. Fan is the general's honored guest, so he must not be neglected......"

Cheng Mingjiu didn't say what he wanted Fan Wencheng to see, but was entertained with good wine and meat. This made him confused and a little more worried.

He is not used to wearing the Han family clothes on his body, and he wears a full robe and horse coat, and he always feels that this sleeved robe is a little awkward. Fortunately, a money rattail braid on the back of the head was not forced to be shaved by these people, and the clothes could be changed at any time after going back, but once the hair was shaved, it would not know what year and month it would grow back again.

The table full of all kinds of wine and meat exuded bursts of aroma, but Fan Wencheng was not half greedy, he was just racking his brains to think about what Cheng Mingjiu was selling.

Fortunately, Cheng Mingjiu didn't let Fan Wencheng wait too long, and after noon, a sergeant came to deliver the message.

"Please Mr. Fan prepare and leave immediately, Cheng Junmen is waiting!"

Fan Wencheng trembled and wanted to probe Cheng Mingjiu's tone, but the soldier who sent the message was extremely strict, no matter how he asked, he only responded with one sentence, "Mr. Fan will know when he goes!" ”

Fortunately, the attitude of this soldier was very polite, and Fan Wencheng settled down a little.

After leaving the palace of the deposed envoy, Fan Wencheng was sent to the carriage, and the carriage bumped all the way through the potholed dirt road in the city, turning him upside down. After about a quarter of an hour, the carriage finally stopped.

The door was opened from the outside, and there were already soldiers waiting outside for him to get out of the car.

Fan Wencheng only felt that his eyes were open, and it turned out that he had arrived at the edge of the Han River, and in his ears was the sound of hundreds of people shouting in unison. Is this the army training? After putting his feet on the ground, he looked around and saw a neat army lined up on the river beach, with a size of several thousand. These Ming troops are all bright red military uniforms, with tops and pants, no robes and no armor, one person moves a thousand people, one person is quiet and a thousand people are quiet.

With the rhythmic drum beat, the neat phalanx marched in rows, without a trace of chaos, without a trace of hustle and bustle. What is even more surprising to Fan Wencheng is that there are hundreds of people in each row, and there is the illusion that there are thousands of people with the same legs when they walk, which is so neat that it is already incredible.

But Fan Wencheng then secretly slandered again, "Isn't it a showmanship no matter how good you practice?" When it comes to the battle line, what can such a thing do? Aren't you going to see the salvo of the bow horse? ”

With such thoughts, his initial shock gradually faded, and he only watched with curiosity how the Ming army practiced.

"What does Mr. Fan think of the soldiers under the command of Ben General?"

Cheng Mingjiu's voice suddenly sounded from behind him, Fan Wencheng was startled, hurriedly turned around, and patted the horse's ass with ease.

"The general's commands and soldiers are forbidden, and the morale is high, which is really rare, and in my opinion, even the two white flags under Dolgon do not have such majestic and mighty momentum!"

The insincere words spit out word by word in Fan Wencheng's mouth, and Cheng Mingjiu seemed to be very useful when he heard it, and laughed.

"Ben will like people like Mr. Fan who like to tell the truth......"

With that, he turned his head and said coldly to the herald behind him, "Let's start!" ”

The herald unhooked the horn from his waist and whined.

The drumbeat on the battlefield suddenly changed, the shouting of killing was loud, and the wide phalanx of Huo Huo's advance suddenly changed, and suddenly it was divided into several narrow columns like a trick, and it quickly attacked forward, and it was especially rare that the formation was not scattered because of the rapid advance.

At this time, Fan Wencheng noticed that there were hundreds of planks more than one person high on the river beach farther away, like an army that had cut off the way of the Ming army.

Fan Wencheng was a little confused, he didn't understand what was the use of the Ming army's maneuvers like this, how could those planks nailed to the river beach be compared to nimble people?

Boom Boom!

The cannon exploded suddenly, making Fan Wencheng shrink his neck in fright, and the six-in-one hat on his bare head almost slipped off.

After a round of artillery fire, Fan Wencheng just wanted to ask a few words, but the second round of artillery fire followed, and so on and so on, that it was shelled for half an hour. Fan Wencheng tried to look for traces of the Ming army's artillery on the river beach, but he craned his neck and looked left and right for a long time but did not find out where the Ming army's artillery was hidden.

When his eyes fell on the dense wooden planks on the river beach again, he couldn't help but be shocked, but he saw that half of the planks were blown to pieces, and the rest were also crooked. What would have been the result if the planks had been replaced with living people? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder!

But this was only the beginning, I saw that the Ming army was advancing rapidly, interspersed, and it had gradually outflanked the plank formation from the front and the left flank. Several columns turned into long horizontal formations, lined up along the river beach, and slowly advanced forward.

The rhythm of the drums changed, but after a few crackling sounds, thousands of muskets were fired in a volley, and in an instant, the thick white smoke filled the entire river beach......

Thousands of Ming troops came out one after another, and Fan Wencheng was dazzled when he saw it, but he couldn't give birth to it in his heart, this was a fancy contempt in his heart. The continuous sound of musket volleys made him palpitate and be terrified.

If such a continuous volley of muskets were fired on top of the battle array, how terrifying and unimaginable the combat power would be! When he was captured by the Ming army that day, wasn't there this kind of thick gunpowder smoke on the battlefield? At first, he thought that the smoke was a trick for the Ming army, but now it seems that it is the smoke produced by the frequent volleys of muskets.

In Fan Wencheng's consciousness, the shape of the musket was only at the level of the bird gun and the Ming army's gun, and the combat effectiveness of the Three Guards Army had long since it was equipped with rifled flintlock pistols and bayonets.

Cheng Mingjiu also did not forget to show off to Fan Wencheng, the "Chongzhen 14-style" musket of the latest equipment team of the Three Guards.

As the battle formation drill came to an end, Cheng Mingjiu randomly selected ten musketeers from the soldiers who had just participated in the drill.

Then the ten musketeers were ordered to shoot at the human-shaped planks at a distance of 150 paces with the new muskets in their hands.

Seeing Cheng Mingjiu let the soldiers shoot the human-shaped target a hundred steps away with a musket, Fan Wencheng was greatly surprised, he had seen the musket of the Ming army, although it was very labor-saving when shooting, but the accuracy was very poor, shooting at the target within more than ten steps, and it was common for ten shots to miss. Now Cheng Mingjiu asked his soldiers to shoot at a humanoid target a hundred paces away, how could this be a hit?

The firing command was shouted from the officer, and the ten musketeers pulled the trigger, and the wooden target a hundred paces away fell in response, and it turned out to be eight out of ten shots. A dozen salvos were fired repeatedly, and each time the hit rate was more than 50%. Faced with this situation, Fan Wencheng was completely silent, if the Ming army used this kind of musket with a very long range and extremely high accuracy, and shot the Eight Banners Iron Cavalry, its fate can be imagined.

That night, Cheng Mingjiu sent someone to escort Fan Wencheng across the Yalu River and back to Liaodong. Fan Wencheng tried to get his subordinates back, but was rejected by Cheng Mingjiu. Returning to Xin'an Mansion in Liaodong, the follow-up Han army flag foot soldiers arrived at the time, and heard that the Qin Cha was in distress in the territory of Korea, and one by one the group was excited, wanting to cross the Yalu River.

When Fan Wencheng returned, he strictly ordered all soldiers and civilians not to cross the Yalu River without authorization, and those who violated the order were immediately beheaded. Then, he couldn't take a break, dressed lightly, and rushed back to Shengjing.

The trip to Ping'an Road completely subverted Fan Wencheng's judgment of the situation in the Korean state, and the reason why he rushed back to Shengjing in a hurry was to dissuade the regent Dolgon from raising troops to attack Ming. Nowadays, the immediate concern of the Qing Dynasty is no longer in the south, but in the east.

This Korean state, which had always been despised by the Manchus, had now become a terrifying monster, staring at Liaodong with fierce eyes.