Don't listen to this so-called Bogu Tongjin nonsense, this old guy is actually a big fool.

Huang Chongzhen is almost certain that this old guy who has just enlightened his wisdom is no less ambitious than the slave chiefs of Jianzhou, but whether it is the value of force or prestige, it is not enough to convince the public.

Now that I have met myself once-in-a-lifetime, of course, I need to do something with my own banner.

Anyway, the average lifespan of a savage woman is only a few decades small, but if she lives vigorously, eats enough meat, drinks enough wine in a big bowl, and enjoys it all over the white woman, it will be worth it.

If there is still life left, then Huang Chongzhen can be sure that this greedy old guy will definitely try to plan a conspiracy.

If the conspiracy succeeds, he will not hesitate to kill himself so that he or his descendants and nephews can ascend to the throne.

As for the group of prime-aged savages behind him who flashed with simple big eyes, but looked unruly, they just wanted to follow him to eat and drink spicy food, just like the tigers, bears, and beasts that followed him all the time.

But Huang Chongzhen couldn't be sure whether these simple primitives would be as loyal and desperate as the beast brothers after following him to Guanning.

For the eternal cruel theorem of reality, Huang Chongzhen has always been very realistic.

Anyway, for Fushun Pass, which is still a bit of a guard force, it is absolutely impossible to slaughter a city by one person like the barren Zhenbei Pass.

So in turn, take advantage of this so-called Bogu Tongjin, with the help of these savage Jurchens with brute strength and hunting skills, why not?

It's just a pity that the weapons and equipment of those slave traders are rudimentary and backward, but something is better than nothing.

War horses, too.

However, just as Huang Chongzhen secretly screamed pity, Bogu waved his hand, and immediately from behind a snow hill in the north, there was the neighing of some war horses, as well as the sound of some soldiers fighting.

Soon, a bunch of savage Jurchens appeared on the snow hills, some alone leading many warhorses that had long been tamed and obedient, and some were covered with weapons, which were the whole belongings of those slave traders.

"This sinister old guy really wants to calculate Yu! But if he were to be calculated, would he be better than me? Huang Chongzhen gave Bogu a thumbs up, but his heart was extremely vigilant and disdainful.

In the face of the young master's praise, Bogu was flattered, and the folds on his face were piled up into a very old chrysanthemum, but he was quite contemptuous and proud in his heart.

In this way, on Huang Chongzhen's southward journey, there was temporarily an additional team of savage Jurchens who were generally malnourished, but were extremely strong by the wind and snow.

Their number is not more, not less, if you don't count Bogu, there are just three hundred people, which is just enough to make up a Niu Lu in the military establishment of the Eight Banners of Jiannu.

Out of professional habits, when the morning sun rose the next day, Huang Chongzhen stood on a snow hill and whistled, sternly demanding that these savage Jurchens who had sworn allegiance to him form a team and report the number.

The savage Jurchens who had just come out of the various cat winter places were sleepy-eyed and ignorant.

So, the whip that Huang Chongzhen made overnight was immediately thrown up without a head or face, and was whipped on the back of the person's hand or even on the face, crackling, and the blood marks were clearly visible.

However, in the face of the extremely cruel savage Jurchens of the slave traders, including Bogu, and in the face of the ruthless Huang Chongzhen and his whip, they all crawled on the ground like sheep, shouting "Young Master forgiveness", but no one dared to stand up and resist.

Huang Chongzhen mourned his misfortune, was angry with him, and warned him of cruelty.

He put away the whip and gently slapped his palm, raised his face slightly, let the warm morning sun warm his resolute Guozi side face, and pronounced in an extremely pure ancient Jurchen language: "Wait, are you going to follow me like this bear and attack Fushun Pass, which is guarded by an entire Haixi Jurchen Niulu?" ”

When the other savage Jurchens heard this, they were either still at a loss, or they were dissatisfied with their faces and angry, and they wanted to break through the gate of Fushun Pass immediately, and the Haixi Jurchens inside cramped and skinned and gnawed on their flesh.

Only Lao Bogu was awakened by a word, knowing that Fushun Pass, which is a regular checkpoint, is not comparable to Zhenbei Pass, a barren place that has been destroyed.

So he immediately got up, shouted to everyone to stand up quickly, and lined up to wait for the young master's order.

Huang Chongzhen watched Lao Bogu physically shuttling through the crowd, and he was so hot that he was steaming all over his body in the cold weather, which was really hard and pitiful.

But those unruly savage men still lined up in a crooked formation, and some of them still didn't care about laughing with Bogu, and Huang Chongzhen could only make an evaluation in his heart - this is a group of rabble.

Even if it is through its own emergency training, equipped with weapons and equipment and war horses, it is at most a ragtag army.

Such an army naturally has no problem hunting and feeding the tribe, and it is more than enough to rob some small tribes.

However, if you want to pull to the front line and the regular troops of Jiannu face hard steel, or even siege the city, even if it is wandering, it is not enough.

However, Huang Chongzhen also found in his subsequent training that almost all of these savage Jurchens, who had been forged by Liao Dongfeng and snow with rough skin and thick flesh, and could be called after the big waves and sands, all had the potential to become excellent warriors, and even elite cavalry who were proficient in riding and archery on horseback.

With a little training, led by a person with a lot of force and a little brains, it becomes extremely destructive and encroaching.

In the pronunciation of the ancient Jurchen language, such a leader is called "Ezhen".

As a result, Huang Chongzhen simply lowered the standard of training by many grades, and also tried some bad ideas.

For example, if the two armies fight each other, they will be slashed immediately, otherwise they will fall into the enemy's plan to delay time.

Another example is to see that the enemy army has set up a formation and set up guns, do not immediately rush forward to die, you must observe more, take your time, only stand on the battlefield first, can there be output.

There is nothing wrong with these truths, even the high priests of the Jurchen tribe who claim to be Bo Gu and the present, are all bluffed, and those simple savages are even more convinced of them.

Fushun Pass is located ten kilometers east of Fushun City, and the pass is located on the commanding height of the north of the Hunhe River Valley.

When Liaodong was still in the hands of the Ming Dynasty, a horse market was set up here to control the Jurchen tribes of Jianzhou in the east.

Therefore, Fushun Pass is also an important passage for the Jianzhou Jurchens to enter the Liaoshen Plain in the west, and is one of the important passes in the Liaodong town of the Great Wall of the Ming Dynasty.

However, with the Jianzhou Jurchens controlling most of the land in Liaodong and establishing the Houjin Khanate with the Eight Banners system, Fushun Pass was in a relatively awkward geographical position - the Houjin hinterland.

Coupled with the fact that the once prosperous Seoul city of Fushun had been set on fire by Nurhachi, Fushun Pass was no longer so important, and it was given by him to the remnants of the Haixi Jurchen Yehe tribe, which was both pacifying and controlling.

Huang Chongzhen stood on the ruins of Fushun City, looking at the rather majestic pass from afar.

Looking back at the ragtag troops behind them who couldn't even make a decent weapon, they knew that trying to conquer that pass by storm from the front was tantamount to a fool's dream.

But in Huang Chongzhen's active mind, there are no less than ten ways to conquer a pass that has not been in war for a long time and is only garrisoned by three hundred old, weak, sick and disabled.

He chose a very simple and effective one, and that was to lure the enemy out of the city.

When a hundred unclothed savage Jurchens appeared a mile away from Fushun Pass, using the bel canto method taught to them by Huang Chongzhen, they riveted their strength and scolded aloud at the juncture.

The lame Yehebu veteran who was bored in the sunset guarding the closed door was holding back the vicissitudes of life at that time, picked up the spear that was about to rust, and roared angrily.

Especially, when a few bold savage Jurchens rushed to the vicinity of the city and showed their filthy butts to the Yehe soldiers who leaned out after hearing the sound, all the Yehe soldiers picked up their spears that had not been killed for a long time, hung up the longbows that had not been pulled for a long time, and roared to go out of the city to kill the enemy.

In the end, the lame veteran was a little more sensible, and felt that this group of dog-day savage Jurchens seemed to be a bit too numerous, so he called a leggy and footed man to report to the young patriarch quickly, and closed the door, and waited for the young patriarch to come before making plans.

The young patriarch Haiyesi was drinking in the mansion, and was getting better and better, when he suddenly heard the news that the savage Jurchen was provoking outside the city, he immediately became excited, and without saying a word, he called his subordinates to help him put on his whole body.

Then, without waiting to recruit all the people of the Nengzhan clan stationed in the city, he only took the dozens of clansmen who were raised in the mansion and hurried to the juncture on his war horse.

He roared and shouted open the closed gates, and then rode out and into the snow.

"Young Patriarch...... Wait a minute! It's about to fall into the night, and the origin of the enemy is unknown, so be careful! ”

The lame veteran didn't expect such a result, he didn't wait for the young patriarch to come to the juncture to report what he saw and guessed the enemy, so he had to roar in a dumb voice.

But where can the north wind reach the ears of Heyesi?

In a panic, he had no choice but to order all the clansmen who came in a hurry to chase out of the pass to protect the young patriarch as the clan elder.

Even he himself stepped on a war horse with a lame front hoof, chased him into the snow with deep and shallow feet, and asked the few remaining guards not to close the city gate, in case the young patriarch was defeated, he could quickly retreat to the gate.

The so-called people are fast or dogs are fast, the origin of the species is destined to the two legs of human beings, and they can't outrun the four legs of horses, although these horses that have been eliminated by the Eight Banners of Jianzhou are not very strong.

But Hayesi led dozens of tribesmen to rush hard, and soon caught up with the daring savage Jurchens, and pinned them to death in the snow with short spears with their writhing butts, which could be regarded as avenging the provocation of the lame veteran who chased after them at the end.