Dorgon was right, the wolves ran with all their might, faster than the cavalry.

In the face of the ferocious jackals, those Han soldiers did not panic. The muskets in their hands were fired in a neat manner under the command, and even the sound of their firing could not be discerned. The destructive projectile pierced through the jackal's body, shattering its muscles and bones before flying out again.

The scene of flesh and blood flying aroused the ferocity of the jackals even more. These wolves "whooped" and "whooped" screamed more frantically and pounced on the military formation, and the wolves that ran with power were as fast as lightning.

The first row of firing then retreats to the back, followed by the second row, then the third row. These Han soldiers showed good discipline and did not have the slightest confusion in the face of the ferocious jackals.

The jackals are numerous and fast enough. They were getting closer and closer to those Han soldiers, and when the distance was only two or three zhang, Fan Wencheng gave an order. All the Han soldiers threw down their muskets in unison and drew their sabers.

"Kill!" Fan Wencheng roared and took the lead in rushing towards the wolves.

Nurhachi on the high platform nodded, he was a little impressed by these Han soldiers. These Han soldiers are far less cowardly than before. Their fighting spirit is high, and their long knives are like snow and sharp blades like walls in the sunlight. The hungry wolf shattered under the sharp blade, and the smell of blood permeated at once.

"These Han people are kind of funny." Dai Shan, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, can't help but be a little moved.

"It's really rare to see such a brave Han people!" Huang Taiji remembered the bloody battle on the bank of the Hunhe River again.

"That is, to deal with some wolves, and to meet us with a blue flag to make them look good." Mang Gurtai still looked down on the Han Chinese.

Nurhachi did not speak, nor did Dolgon. Dodor tried to speak, but was held back by Dorgon.

As the soldiers rushed to kill, the wolf began to become timid, and finally had to flee as fast as possible. The Eight Banners cavalry behind them picked up their longbows and shot the fleeing wolves one by one.

"Father Khan, what do you think?" Dolgon bowed in front of Nurhachi, looking like a good baby.

"Not bad! We Jurchens are good at riding and shooting, but we are not familiar with firearms. fought repeatedly with Li Xiao's kid, which was a loss of firearms. Now we have not only flowering shells, but also musket teams. In the future, when he faces Li Xiao again, he should not suffer a loss. Herald! Each banner selects reliable Han people to form the Han army flag. It's up to ......! It's up to ......! "When it came to the choice of commander, Nurhachi made a difficulty.

A pair of eyes kept scanning over the sons, and finally he landed on Huang Taiji's body.

Dorgon's eyelids jumped, this firearms team was created by him. Now the duck that is going to be cooked, it is going to fly into someone else's pot, how can this work.

"Father Khan! Specially weave a Han military flag, so that the Han people have their own army. If it is not well controlled, chaos will arise. Erchen felt that it was still the Han people selected by each banner to form the Han military camp. In order to distinguish it from our Eight Banners, it can be called the Eight Banners of the Han Army. The Han soldiers of each banner are still controlled by the owners of each banner. Dolgon's head turned quickly, since Lao Tzu can't eat this piece of fat, then no one else wants to eat it.

This time, the Han army flag was organized into the eight banners of the Han army, but the manufacture of firearms and ammunition were in their own hands. When the time comes, I'm not afraid that you won't come to ask for the master.

"Eight Banners of the Han Army......! It's a good idea, there are too many Han Chinese, and it's really not good to let them get together. Just do what Dolgon wants, and each banner chooses its own Han army among the banner slaves. For the time being, each flag is made up of five ox records. Training, this Fan Wencheng is in charge of training. Nurhachi glanced at Dolgon meaningfully and accepted Dorgon's opinion.

The Han Army Banner became the Eight Banners of the Han Army, which made Dolgon really proud of it.

After sending Nurhachi away, Dolgon proudly came to Fan Wencheng. "In the future, the errand of training the Han soldiers of various banners will fall on your head, and you know what to do."

"Master Pei, you are wrong!" Fan Wencheng had already heard about what had just happened on the high platform, and shook his head helplessly.

"Am I wrong?" Dolgon looked at Fan Wencheng with a frown.

"Yes!"

"What did I do wrong?"

"Master Pei! Do you know why the Great Khan wanted Babel to be the commander of the Han army? ”

"Why? It's not that Father Khan saw that the starling's white flag was a little weak, and wanted to flesh out the white flag. ”

"You are wrong! The formation of the Han army flag can be said to be complicated. Babel is a careful person, and he has been in charge of the white flag for many years, so he is the most suitable person. In this regard, the Great Khan has the wisdom of people.

It takes a lot of time and effort to form the Han Army Banner, so Babel can't get out. So to whom is the white flag handed over? Among the ministers who looked at the Great Khan, the Great Khan valued you the most. If Babel can't manage it, who do you say will fall on the head of Baylor, the owner of the white flag? ”

Dolgon's head "buzzed", and he looked at Fan Wencheng blankly. I only saw Fan Wencheng's mouth open and close, and he couldn't hear what he was talking about.

There was once a position of the banner lord Baylor in front of him, but he failed to cherish it. Waiting for the loss to regret it, there is nothing more painful in the world than this. If Nurhachi could give him a chance to do it all over again, Dorgon would raise his hands and feet in favor of Huang Taiji to lead the Han army.

I finally understood that Nurhachi's eyes were full of complex meanings, still too young or too tender.

"Amma! Today, it seems that Father Ma has some liking for you to lead the Han Army Banner, which is all a bad thing for the Fourteen Trees. On the way back, Hauge was still resentful of what had just happened.

In the Battle of Jinzhou, the loss of the two white flags was second only to the two red flags. In order to save Huang Taiji, he was blackmailed by Li Xiao again. Now the white flag is asking for money without money, and asking for people without people. It was a good opportunity to replenish strength, but because of Dolgon's words, this opportunity flew away. Hauge is very dissatisfied with this fourteenth uncle!

"Huh! The Han people have a saying, called Sai Weng lost his horse and knew that it was not a blessing. It is said that a man lost his horse, and the neighbors comforted him. As a result, he said, the loss of the horse might not be a bad thing.

A few days later, the horse returned with a horse. When the neighbors congratulated him, he said that it was not necessarily a good thing. A few days later, his son broke his leg while riding a horse. The neighbor came to persuade him again, but he said that this was not necessarily a bad thing.

When there was a war at the border, the emperor wanted to recruit troops. Because the old man's son broke his leg and was not recruited. The army was defeated, and all the strong men who went out of the village were wiped out. Only the old man's son broke his leg and survived. ”

"Uh......! Amma, this ...... What does this mean? Hauge was a little dazed by Huang Taiji's words, he had only trusted sabers and bows and arrows since he was born. As for the stories of the Han people, he didn't bother to listen to them. It is the delicate panting voice of the Han woman that is his favorite.

"When it's okay, find a Han gentleman to read more." Huang Taiji gave his son a blank look and urged the horse to leave.

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Li Xiao returned to Shanhaiguan, and the first place he went was Sun Chengzong's study.

Sun Chengzong was looking at a letter and saw Li Xiao come in and hand the letter to Li Xiao.

"The Jurchen Tartars also have flowering shells, what Han army flag do they want to form?" Li Xiao was a little surprised when he saw the contents of the letter, but he didn't expect the Jurchens to actually make a flowering cannonball. This is too bad for Li Xiao!

Since Li Yongfang sent this letter, it means that this matter should not be fake. After the Battle of Jinzhou, the Tartar soldiers became very nervous. They have taken the initiative to abandon a large area of land on the south bank of the Liao River, and if they are allowed to successfully organize the Han army banner, the threat to us in the future will be too great. Sun Chengzong leaned back in his chair and said to Li Xiao with his eyes closed.

"You mean to take the initiative?" Organize the Han Army Banner, this news is very bad. You know, Nurhachi's men control hundreds of thousands of banner slaves. Most of them are young men and women who have been plundered!

If they are really allowed to join the camp of the Tartars, then the Tartars will be able to restore the number of troops before the war in a short time. Because the Eight Banners system is to hide soldiers from the people, Nurhachi's demand for food and salary is not high. It is still not a problem to feed a Han army banner of 10,000 or 20,000 people.

"So far, there is only one way to take the initiative. Our advantage is in firearms, and once the Tartars also have firearms. Even if their firearms are not as powerful as ours, it will be very difficult to achieve the same victory as you used to.

There are many smooth battles, and if there is really a tragic firearms battle. I'm really afraid that our army won't be able to withstand it, and besides, our cavalry is far inferior in number and combat power to Houjin's cavalry. Therefore, the old man felt that he should take advantage of the fact that the Tartars had not yet trained enough firearms troops. Let's take the initiative to press up, one is to hit Nurhachi's arrogance. In addition, we have to get back the Han people who have been plundered.

Otherwise, they are likely to become the best source of soldiers and cannon fodder for the Tartars. ”

"It's August, and it's impossible for the Tartars to organize and train an army in three months. I think we'll be prepared to at least stock up on enough ammo. Especially the shells, if you really want to fight, the consumption of shells will be very large. Besides, if it rains, our firearms troops will also suffer. I think it's better for us to set the time for November after the start of winter. ”

Thinking of the terrifying rate of fire of the mortar, Li Xiao had a headache. A high rate of fire would have been a good thing, but a high rate of fire meant a high consumption of shells. Now the production capacity of Changxing Island is so large, and some of it has to be used up in normal training. It's not easy to accumulate enough ammo.

Ammunition for training cannot be saved, and Li Xiao knows that good shooters are fed with shells. In Li Xiao's army, the maximum consumption of ammunition is not on the battlefield, but on the training ground.

"In November, that's fine. Can you make sure that there won't be something like last winter's when the guns didn't go off? ”

"That's fine, when it's November, we'll send out winter combat bullets. The specifications of this bullet are different from those of summer, and it can avoid the situation of last winter. ”

"That's good! Oh yes! Lao Mao went to the south bank of the Liao River, and I dialed Zu Dashou to him. In addition, from Ao Canghai's hands, he was given an infantry regiment. He needs to collect the scattered villages and govern them effectively.

I heard that your hometown is also on the south bank of the Liao River, and there is news from you a few days ago, you can go back to your hometown to have a look. When Li Xiao was leaving, he handed over the full command of the army to Sun Chengzong. I didn't expect this old guy to use it, and it was really unambiguous.

"Ivory Village!" Li Xiao suddenly remembered that sunny hillside, where the bodies of his father, mother and eldest sister were buried, and he didn't know what was going on. Perhaps the Tartar knew where he came from, and went to dig up the grave.

"Yes! The land in southern Liaoning is fertile, and there is no shortage of water sources within the territory. If cultivated properly, hundreds of thousands of people can live. Hundreds of thousands of people, the annual production of grain can make our money and food more relaxed. ”

"Old Sun, what you said is light. Hundreds of thousands of people, where do you let me go to get those hundreds of thousands of people? Going to Shandong Lane? No, Shen Guangzuo is now the governor of Shandong, and he will go crazy if he does this. There are still many places that we need in Shandong in the future, and we must not do this. ”

"Huh! You have just returned from the capital, don't you know that the biggest problem that plagues the capital is the homeless? The peasants, who lost their land, had to beg for a living. Although many people were killed this time because of the beggar gang, there were still a large number of homeless people scattered all over the suburbs of Beijing.

As long as you propose it now, settle these displaced people in Liaodong. It is estimated that all the adults in the court must raise their hands in favor, and the beggar gang has stirred up the capital over the years. This time, it also deserves the bad luck of the beggars. "Li Xiao's affairs in the capital, Sun Chengzong has already known from the correspondence.

This time, Li Xiao used a means of capturing the thief and capturing the king first, and killed Hong Qi first. I didn't want to cause too much turmoil, but I didn't expect that Hong Qi was not honest when he was dying, and indirectly killed the prince of the Ming Empire. The beggar gang was killed tens of thousands of people at once, but for the huge Beipiao clan, tens of thousands of people are indeed not a big deal.

"You mean that the Shangshu Imperial Court drove all the displaced people to Liaodong?" Li Xiao thought about Wei Zhongxian's greedy old face, how many gifts he had to give him for such a big thing.

"Don't worry, the imperial court will definitely be very happy to drive the displaced people to Liaodong. Without these bullies entrenched in the capital, the security in the capital will definitely be much better. At least there are a lot less kidnappers and petty thieves. ”

"Then you can make such a request to the imperial court, I think you can let Master Mao go when you send the letter, it is much more convenient for him to visit Wei Zhongxian than me."

Then let Mao Wenlong enter Beijing, and let him go to the capital to enjoy a few days of happiness after so many years at the border.