Chapter 107 Riot Riot 2

Fan Wencheng didn't look down on Mangle Gusi at all, and felt that they couldn't bear the pride of the grassland people at all, and as for Dajin's jade seal, it should have been sent to Huang Taiji as soon as possible.

Therefore, Fan Wencheng will not have a good face for Mangus at all.

Similarly, Mangus did not have any good impression of Fan Wencheng.

It was Huang Taiji who surrendered to the Mongolian Horqin, not the southern barbarian who surrendered. In front of Huang Taiji, Manglegus still needs to give him three points of face. But this is in North Korea, and there is no need to give him any color at all.

What's more, Mollegusbeyl was tired of it, with no mare's milk wine, no roast sheep, no galloping horses, and no singing girls. The people who came with them have fallen, and they even fell in love with the clothes of the Ming Dynasty because they were unwilling to wear the clothes of their own people. Although they should not reveal the secrets of the Immortal Heaven according to the requirements, they can't even carry their own dominoes with them.

"Zhang Jing."

Mangususs is Mongolian etiquette, Fan Wencheng's brows furrowed. The force value of these people is very high, much higher than the force value of Niu Lu brought by themselves. At the same time, these people are also very loyal, but the only thing that makes him unhappy is that they look at these stinky rules one by one as bigger than the sky.

"Good work, Mangle Gusbel of Horqin, Mongolia."

His sister is now in Huang Taiji's harem, and she may be a noble lady in the future, and Fan Wencheng does not dare to be less polite.

"The twelve goals are already clear."

This task is not difficult.

In order to rescue Li Hui, the Korean Kwanghae Jun in the cave of Houshan, Fan Wencheng has already sold his first step.

From the very beginning of this plan, he did not choose the plan of the old eunuch Jin Gonggong, and he never pinned his hopes on Li Yuanyi, the right-hand politician, or the so-called housekeeper Li Fu. What can he not sell out of his country? It's also a very strange feeling to say. Of course, Fan Wencheng hopes that there will be more and more people in North Korea and the Central Plains, but he looks down on these people from the bottom of his heart.

What's funny is that whenever someone in Houjin looks down on him, I don't know if it's the same mentality.

In the first step, he found a list of all the officers above the guerrilla level who were responsible for guarding the Korean Gwanghaejun Li Hui in Houshan. These people change shifts every ten years, and there are two classes in total. I won't have any contact with the outside world for ten years, and I won't go home. There were six officers in each squad, making a total of twelve.

Then Fan Wencheng arranged for someone to block the one with the biggest gambling in the gambling house.

The rest is simple. After cutting off one of his favorite son's fingers in front of him, he immediately agreed to all of Fan Wencheng's requests.

Under the persecution of Fan Wencheng, with trembling hands, he wrote down the addresses of the parents, wives, children, and outer rooms of the remaining eleven people. Amin's people can't move, and the elite they have on hand can't move, and the rest are the Mongols who came with him and wanted to exchange a little credit.

"Well, it's been cleared. Twelve people, fifteen houses. Except for parents, wives and children, there is no one left alive. "Reckless Gusbel lied.

After so many years, he knew how cruel Houjin was to Mongolia. However, Mollegusbeyl had his own considerations.

"According to you, when the guerrilla completed the identification of the last family, Zaha had already sent him to the Immortal Heaven, and the corpse had been pushed into the well."

Mangle Gusbele didn't wait for Fan Wencheng to ask, after so many years, he knew that as long as the other party asked, he had to answer. At this point, there is the question of whether to lie or tell the truth. But if you do it well, then there is only one possibility, that is, what I said but you didn't hear clearly, or you made a mistake in understanding.

According to Zhang Jing's arrangement, the remaining two groups also carried out an extermination operation in the remaining seven squares in order to hide people's eyes. There are thirty-one in total. ”

At noon, the news of the loss of contact with a group was fed back to Mangle Gusbeile for the first time, after so many years, he is no longer a straightforward and bold Mongolian man, but a bitter man who wants to work hard for his sister in the palace.

It didn't matter, he didn't even think much of it. The dead were all their own people, and one of them was a North Korean who still needed to be killed. As long as there is no Fan Manzi's eyeliner, it's fine.

"A woman and two children, just look for them from the rest of the house that needs to be destroyed."

"What if Fan Manzi finds out?"

This time he came out with his nephew, who was only fifteen years old this year. In him, it was as if he could see the shadow of his own youth. He patted his nephew:

"Don't worry, do you really think that Fan Manzi will send these people back after threatening other people's men? What's more, this group of people will not be able to leave their barracks for ten days, and we have indiscriminate slashing and killing that covers people's ears, which is enough for those fat and stupid officials who are as slothful as they are busy for a while. ”

He walked through the streets of Hanyang, smiling as if he were walking on the grassland. With Houjin's signboard, the North Koreans simply did not dare to look at them with straight eyes.

"What's more, we're long gone. Minibus, in a moment you will go straight out of the city and take care of your horses at the foot of the mountain. These are our partners and our dependence on returning home. ”

The minibus had to leave, and he couldn't go a round under the eyes of Fan Fox.

What he didn't say was that anything could be blamed on the dead.

What, I'm looking for the wrong person, no. This is the place you have designated for our North Korean traitors.

"All the men have been transported to the camp outside the city, and according to the letterhead provided by the clerks, they have all been stamped with bloody handprints and at least one child's finger attached."

Relegus knew that a fight was a fight, but when he reported to work, he still had to behave in a proper manner.

"It's hard work, Baylor. Are you sure that not a single one is missing, and all of them are dead? ”

Fan Wencheng felt a little relieved. Hanyang City Mansion Yin has long been his own people, anyway, the losses this time are nothing more than the highest from the sixth grade, most of them are the seventh and eighth grades of military generals and killers, so the civil officials will not worry about this. What's more, all the people in these people's houses have died, so that the case of not even a single bitter master will be smoothly dragged on until ten days later.

Ten days later, the kings of Joseon have changed, and who cares about this.

Receiving a nod in the affirmative from Manglegus, Fan Wencheng crossed off the first step option on his list.