The sound of artillery rang out in the sky, and Fan Wencheng was trembling all over his body, and a chill rose in his heart.

Oops, ambush!

As soon as this thought flashed, I heard the shouts of the mountains and the tsunami surging like waves in the sea.

"My lord, there are unknown thieves blocking our way back!"

"Report! In the southeast, there are thieves rushing towards our army. ”

"Oh no......"

The exclamations of the ranger scouts came one after another, and the bad news came one after another, and Fan Wencheng was shocked. Let him give advice in the rear, keep a clear head at any time, and see through the situation with a sharp eye at a glance. But in the midst of the battle, all kinds of negative emotions are crowded in my heart, and it is impossible to think calmly.

"Repel the thieves, repel the thieves, give me ......"

"Don't panic, look at the mark, get out of the horse, and set foot on the Korean thieves in one fell swoop."

The one who spoke was Fan Sangou, the leader of the Han Army Banner, a fugitive from Shandong, who was promoted to the Han Army Banner Leader because of his courage in fighting with the Ming Army and repeatedly winning the first level of meritorious service.

In the past few days, Fan Sangou has nothing to do, and Fan Sangou even climbed to his own house with Fan Wencheng, but now seeing the Daniel Zhang arrogant attitude of his own family, Fan Wencheng's anxiety in his heart can't help but fade a lot.

"Thanks to Fan Zuo, who led and repelled the thieves, this official will definitely ask for credit for you in front of the regent!"

Fan Sangou laughed twice, "My lord, sit down for a while, and wait for the standard to stand down and reverse the first level......."

After speaking, Fan Sangou led hundreds of cavalry and rushed to the southeast openly, which was a flat land, and the front extended along the river bank to the sea, which was suitable for cavalry cavalry and archery operations.

Fan Wencheng narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at the thieves who were gradually approaching in front of him, no, it should be the Ming army, he was constantly hinting to himself, whether it was the Ming army or the army of the Korean State, in front of the iron cavalry of the Qing Dynasty, they were all soft like a piece of tofu, and it was only a matter of time before they were leveled.

Thinking of this, Fan Wencheng's apprehension in his heart faded a lot, and he only watched Fan Sangou lead people forward with anticipation. At the same time, the bannermen of the Han army divided their way and made a feint in the direction of the Yalu River, where the Ming army also appeared in the valley, and they had to be blocked in the valley before Fan Sangou could defeat the enemy in front of them.

Suddenly, there was a crackling sound, one after another, to Fan Wencheng's ears, this was like a firecracker set off during the New Year, when he carefully observed the battlefield, his eyes were already full of white smoke, and the smoke blew all the way with the southeast wind, which soon made Fan Wencheng's men and horses shrouded in gunpowder smoke full of strong sulfur smell.

This is the disadvantage of being at the disadvantage of being in the middle of the battle formation. But due to the suddenness of the incident, Fan Wencheng had no choice.

Everything was in smoke, it was hard to see beyond a dozen paces, and everyone could only tell what was happening by sound. The neighing of war horses, the shouting of soldiers, the crackling and rumbling of muskets and cannons were endless.

The scuffle lasted for about half an hour, and Fan Wencheng gradually became uneasy again, he felt that the Ming army was moving closer to him from all directions.

Suddenly, a soldier rushed through the thick smoke of gunpowder with a cry, and then pounced at Fan Wencheng's feet.

"My lord, Fan Zuoling, Fan Zuoling is dead!"

"What?"

Fan Wencheng was suddenly startled, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble, when he was about to fight, the Lord would be beheaded, which was almost a precursor to defeat.

An hour later, the smoke gradually dissipated, and Fan Wencheng looked desperately at the Ming army surrounded on all sides in the distance. He couldn't figure it out, how did the tofu-like Ming army suddenly become stronger, what kind of moths were in this method of fighting and releasing smoke?

Fan Wencheng didn't know much about the methods of the Three Guards' firearms battle formations, and he had never personally touched them, so there were too many things that were difficult to understand. On the battlefield today, there are too many places beyond his knowledge. This gave him an unprecedented sense of crisis that he was known for his insight and strategy.

"Listen to the Qing army inside, you are surrounded, we have a policy, surrender without killing, and treat prisoners preferentially!"

Soon, the sound of persuasion came from the direction of the Ming army, and Fan Wencheng could even see the dense artillery on the hillside not far away. He had seen such things as artillery, but they were all big guys that could only be pushed by dozens of people, and they were not used at all in field battles, and they were only carried out when attacking fortified cities. It is as small as the one used in the Ming army, but it is uncommon.

But he also knew that so many artillery pieces were beckoning at him, and it was conceivable what the outcome would be. The banner soldiers of the Han army, who were responsible for the feint attack on the back road, also fled back in embarrassment, which made him even more at a loss.

"Give you another quarter of an hour, and if you don't surrender, you won't be killed!"

The voice urging from the other side made Fan Wencheng feel confused. Since the main general was dead, everyone set their eyes on Fan Wencheng, waiting for him to give the order to make a last fight and fight to the death with the Ming army in front of him.

"Raise the flag and surrender!"

A few words were squeezed out of Fan Wencheng's teeth, so that several Han Junqi Military Academy around him failed to react.

"Are you all deaf?"

Seeing that the people around him didn't move, Fan Wencheng broke out, "If you don't want to die, hurry up and obey your orders!" ”

The generals and soldiers in the Han army banner did not have a strong sense of belonging to the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and they were nothing more than those who were strong and strong, who would eat their food and work for whom. Since he is already under siege, he has not been stupid to die for the Qing Dynasty. Everyone finally reacted and expressed their willingness to surrender and disarm.

In this way, Fan Wencheng became a prisoner of the Korean State overnight as a messenger of the Great Qing State. Because he soon discovered that almost all the people in charge of escorting him were local soldiers of the Korean state, and the Ming army who had been in charge of fighting him had already lined up in a neat line to the northeast and disappeared without a trace.

Due to the excessive killing of Huang Taiji during his expedition to Korea, both the officials and the people of the Korean State hated these barbarians from the mountains of Liaodong.

They couldn't tell the difference between Manchu and Han Chinese, and when they saw their bare heads and a pigtail like a rat's tail behind them, they wanted to eat their flesh raw. But due to the strict orders of the deposed envoy, he could only greet him with his fists and feet.

Along the way, Fan Wencheng was miserable, and he couldn't understand his words, and he didn't know where these Korean sons were going to escort him. But he was also a little sure in his heart, since the Ming army did not dare to come forward to detain him and handed him over to the Korean State, it was enough to show that the other party was still afraid of the Great Qing State. At the very least, your life should be safe for the time being!

After half a day's march, Fan Wencheng was escorted to the capital of Pyongan Province, outside the small city of the capital, after the crops were harvested, a large open space appeared, and the local villagers of the Korean country were armed, and they were practicing on this vacated farmland, and the momentum was very strong!

What I saw along the way is very different from the Korean country that Fan Wencheng has heard, is this still the withered, barbaric and obscene country?

Suddenly, there was another sharp pain in his leg. "What do you see, Lord Dethroned is waiting for you!"

Fan Wencheng felt very cordial for a moment, and then felt extremely ridiculous, he had been speaking Manchu all these years, and he had almost forgotten how to speak Chinese.

"Do you speak Chinese?"

The generals of the Korean state looked at Fan Wencheng with disdain, like looking at a disgusting pig.

"In the Chinese language, which one won't? Dog traitor! ”

In fact, not everyone in Korea can speak Chinese, and only those with better backgrounds and higher status can receive Chinese cultural education. The general in charge of escorting was from the aristocratic class and naturally spoke Chinese, while his subordinate soldiers who were born as peasants and hunters could only speak the local dialect.

The phrase "dog traitor" deeply stimulated Fan Wencheng. What qualifications does Shengfan Savage have to say that he is a traitor? But under the low eaves, I had to endure this unprecedented humiliation!

After staying in the dark, clammy and cold cell for three days, someone informed Fan Wencheng, "The envoy has summoned you, hurry up and follow me!" ”

At this moment, Fan Wencheng looked forward to it for a long time, hurriedly thanked him repeatedly, and couldn't wait to leave the cell. It was dirty and smelly, and he didn't want to stay longer. But the jailer who delivered the message stopped him, and said with his nose in: "Look at your filthy body, change into clean clothes and go again, don't defile the hall of the deposed envoy." ”

Fan Wencheng had no choice but to take off the Manchu flag suit on his body and change into the Korean style cloth robe brought in by the jailer. It's just that the robe is a little small, and he is tall and tall, and he looks funny when he wears it.

After waiting for a full morning in the signing room of the Dethroned Envoy's Mansion, a miscellaneous servant finally came to inform him, "Your Excellency has summoned you, hurry up!" ”

In the morning, Fan Wencheng was stunned to find that the officials in the palace and the ordinary miscellaneous servants seemed to be all Han Chinese, because the Chinese they spoke had a thick accent from all over the Ming Dynasty.

"You are Fan Wencheng?"

Yao Qisheng stared at Fan Wencheng, and his eyes naturally revealed his disdain and disgust for the traitor.

It is said that this person is a confidant of Dolgon's side, and has contributed a lot to Dolgon, but when he sees the sloppy person in front of him, he looks trembling, and it is really difficult to connect with Dolgon's henchmen. I really can't figure out, how could Dorgon's eyes be obedient to such a man?

For a moment, Yao Qisheng even wondered if the person in front of him was Fan Wencheng. However, many Manchu captives have confirmed that this person is indeed Fan Wencheng.

"It's down there!"

Yao Qisheng didn't talk nonsense with him, picked up an official document from the desk, and pushed it to Fan Wencheng.

"Sign him and you're free!"

"What?"

Fan Wencheng couldn't believe his ears, he had already been mentally prepared to be escorted to the Ming Dynasty Jingshi. At the same time, he also got confirmation that the Jiangsu-Zhejiang accent of the Korean State of Ping'an Dao in front of him was indeed a Han Chinese.

At the same time, Fan Wencheng never imagined that the other party would let him go so lightly.

He suspiciously picked up the official document on the table, and after looking at it a few times, he couldn't help but change his complexion!