He Zhuo bit the edge of the teacup, and his narrow eyes were full of references.

The woman of the Ming Kingdom on the opposite side did not seem to pretend to be angry at her court.

Zheng Haizhu does not have the attitude of acting.

Historically, Kaiyuan and Tieling, the important towns of Liaodong in the Ming Dynasty, have fallen into the hands of Houjin, and tens of thousands of Han people in the two cities were slaughtered by the invaders of the Eight Banners. Then it was the turn of the Yeh Jurchens further north to be destroyed by Nurhachi.

And in the current time and space, although the general soldiers of Liaodong from Zhang Chengyin to Po Tingxiang are still alive, from Fushun Liaoyang to Kaiyuan Tieling, they are still in the hands of the Ming Dynasty, and the hundreds of Li generals led by Li Rubai have not yet fled into Beijing, but what about this?

Yehebu, who could contain Nurhachi, was still destroyed and destroyed under the inaction of the Ming Dynasty!

The jackal on the side of the couch roams to other parts of the yard to spread wild and occupy territory, and after it grows and grows, it will not take a few years to come back and bite the people sleeping on the couch.

Zheng Haizhu sighed heavily.

"He Zhuo, do you know who is the one who suffers when the eldest and the second child fight?"

He Zhuo thought for a moment: "It's the third child." ”

"Yes, you Yehebu have made this third child," Zheng Haizhu said solemnly, "And the Mongolian tribes, the family background is still a lot thicker, at least in Nurhachi's eyes, he is not a lonely third child, so he continues to win over Korqin, Khalkha and even Tumut, that is, the 'Yiyu Alliance' that worries us Daming." ”

Yi, Naidong Yi, refers to the Jurchen. The captives, which are the northern captives, refer to the Mongolian tribes.

Hezhuo is a Jurchen who has no homeland, and she is single and unmarried in Chahar, let alone a Mongol.

The proud soul, since it is in a state of wandering, is not so sensitive to the unpretentious word "Yilu" in Zheng Haizhu's mouth.

He Zhuo's mind was used to think about Sutai Fujin and his own future.

Nurhachi is ambitious, and his sons are all tigers and wolves who are eager to kill, and the conflict between Houjin and Ming will definitely become more and more intense.

He Zhuo knew as well as his mistress Su Tai that if the Mongol tribes fell to Houjin, Chahar would be the first to be destroyed.

Zheng Haizhu continued to ask He Zhuo: "Lin Dan Khan has six Erduo, the Mongols say Erduo, which is the Gushan said by the Jurchens, and we Ming people call it Wanhu, how many dingkou are there in fact?" ”

"Not necessarily, different Erduo, Dingkou, population, number of cattle and horses, are all different."

Zheng Haizhu nodded: "That's similar to the solid mountain of the Jianzhou Jurchen." Their solid mountain is really the banner master, and the Dingkou under the command is not the same. So, Sutai Dafujin gave birth to the eldest son of Lin Dan Khan, and the ten thousand households she managed, Ouerduo, should be the strongest and richest in Chahar, and the most ministers, right? ”

He Zhuo listened to this woman's question so expertly, and he already felt that there was no possibility and necessity to hide it from her, so he might as well light up Su Tai Da Fujin's family background, and Mo Jiao looked down on the other party.

She then said bluntly: "The Erduo of the master of Sutai is naturally the most like the Erduo of ten thousand households, with more than 100 ministers, five or six thousand Dingkou, and the total number of family members is almost 20,000.

Zheng Haizhu did not hide his admiration: "It is three or four times the strength of the troops under my command, even compared with the blue flag of Mang Gurtai or the white flag of Huang Taiji, the number of people may not suffer." ”

"Your troops? Those who are playing the Derg class today? ”

"No, that's General Ma's, and I don't have anything to do with half a copper. He and I, in our Daming, are the commanders of different battalions," Zheng Haizhu replied indifferently, "My soldiers have their own town, and they can't come to the north, but General Ma's town is here." ”

This time, He Zhuo didn't have the sour feeling in his heart for many days, not only because the other party was not hiding, but also because the men she could pull out to fight were much less than Su Tai Fujin.

Zheng Haizhu didn't want this Yehe woman, who was clearly not a thing in the pool, to return to the subtle mentality of female competition, so he coldened his tone by three points: "He Zhuo, I don't have a relationship with you, I just want to talk about a deal, which is better." This end of the Luanhe River is on the side wall of our Daming, and the other end is in your royal city of Chahar, we can now sit in a nest and drink tea and discuss matters, you might as well think about it, how to fight against Nurhachi's Yiju marriage. ”

He Zhuo replied sneeringly: "By the way, you can control the trade routes and make a lot of money, right?" I know, Li Chengliang, the Liaodong general who pinched our Yehe Jurchen to death in the past. Do you want to help that General Ma and become Li Chengliang of the grassland? ”

Zheng Haizhu smiled: "He Zhuo, whether you learn from Li Zongbing or not, it doesn't matter, it is important to live and live well."

He Zhuo waved his hand and signaled that Zheng Haizhu could go.

It was difficult for her to return to the state in which she often chatted with this woman when she had just left Zhangjiakou. In the days to come, if they want to talk, they will talk about the conditions, and after they finish talking, they will definitely have nothing to say.

Zheng Haizhu returned to his tent, and Ma Xianglin walked up.

"Xu San is out." He whispered.

"Oh." Zheng Haizhu responded.

Ma Xianglin persuaded again: "Do you have to suffer once?" In case the girl misses ......"

Zheng Haizhu stopped, looked at Ma Xianglin's gaze, and said with a sigh: "Xianglin, I didn't doubt that your soldiers were incompetent, and you shouldn't question the incompetence of my subordinates." ”

Ma Xianglin was stunned.

After so many years, the woman in front of her, even though she had never had a charming tone in a conversation with him at the beginning, was the first time she used such a straight tone at this moment.

"How could I look down on your subordinates," Ma Xianglin glanced around and said in a suppressed voice, "It's just, even if you are prepared, in case, I mean in case ......"

Zheng Haizhu patted his left shoulder that was shot by Tong Xiyu's men back then: "You have been injured, and I have suffered too." It's winter, a hole in the eye, no big deal. I see that Man Gui still has some color on his hand, you see that he is more alive than a monkey. It's okay. ”

Ma Xianglin frowned, but in the end, he swallowed the words "full of cinnamon and rough flesh".

Zheng Haizhu muttered softly, and his tone softened: "There is also a difference between true and untrue acting. If you do a good job, my people will be less dangerous. ”

Ma Xianglin nodded helplessly and said no more.

……

Derg didn't know how long he had been asleep.

For these two days, drowning in dreams would have prevented him from returning to the humiliation of waking up.

But the felt curtain was opened on time, and the harsh sun shone on his eyelids.

The dergers smell the aroma of the grain when it is cooked.

Hunger defeats insistence on dignity.

Derge opened his eyes and saw a Ming soldier, placing two bowls on the dry grass beside him.

The armor of the Derge class had long since been removed, but his hands were tied behind his back, and he had to kneel on the ground with difficulty, and then, in a prostrate position, like a dog, brought his mouth close to the food bowl.

"Wait a minute."

Ming Jun, who delivered the meal, said.

Derge's figure froze, he raised his head and looked at the other party in astonishment: "Are you, woman?" ”

Mu Zaohua ignored this question that didn't need to be answered, but picked up a bun and leaned it to the mouth of the Derge class: "People can't eat like dogs, I'll take it, and you can gnaw it slowly." ”

The Derg class did not open its mouth.

He was held in solitary confinement in this tent, and he was taken prisoner with Bayala, who could not try food for him.

This woman was wearing a Ming army uniform, and obviously she would not be a Mongolian or Ming lady-in-waiting.

The general of the Ming Kingdom and the female shaman will not kill him, but who knows if someone of suspicious origin will poison him.

Mu Zaohua quickly turned around and looked outside the tent, and when she turned to speak again, she was full of disdain: "You are really different from your brother Mang Gurtai, he is a hero, and you have a mouse guts." ”

Derger's face sank: "Who are you?" What are you going to do? ”

"I'll take revenge, and then go to your brother," Mu Zaohua said, "I've been following the surname Zheng for a long time, that bad woman is my former master, but I'm going to kill her now." As for you, if you weren't the brother of the Three Belles, I wouldn't have bothered to save you. ”

Zheng ...... That female shaman? What revenge? ”

"I don't want to talk nonsense with you," Mu Zaohua cut the thick hemp rope on the wrist and ankle of the Derge class, and said coldly, "You listen to me while eating now, and then take the knife I gave you." After a while, the surnamed Zheng should go to the tent opposite, talk to the general who is good with her, and I will shoot her with a bow. Then let's take advantage of the chaos and flee. Do you understand my Chinese? ”

Without waiting for Derge's answer, Mu Zaohua quickly repeated "Shoot her to death, we will escape" in Jurchen words.

The experience of being with Yehe Aya for a year made Mu Zaohua's Jurchen accent very authentic.

Derg's surprise gradually increased his joy and trust.

Through the information conveyed in a few words, he guessed that this woman had also been to Hetuala, and that something must have happened to her brother Mang Gultai.

"How to escape? How many horses are there? Derg asked.

"Of course it's two, one for each of us, otherwise they won't be able to run fast, and they will definitely catch up with us. The Ming army who brought you food also fed your horses, I have killed him, and the clothes he wore are his. I also have horses, which have been led outside the tent, so many people and so many horses, and no one notices the chaos. ”

Derg devoured the bun, drank the porridge again, moved his wrist, and grabbed the knife that had been taken out of the woman's placket and seemed to still carry her body heat.

Although it is only two feet, after peeling off the cowhide cover, in the dim tent, you can still feel the cold light of the blade, which is not comparable to ordinary knives.

Mu Zaohua said: "Use it so as not to be stopped, it's important to escape after a while." ”

Derg clenched the handle of his knife and muttered a Jurchen word: "That spear general, I'll kill him next time." ”

"Okay, you cheer up and look at me." After Mu Zaohua finished speaking, she came out of the felt tent.

Derg moved behind the curtain and looked out through the gap.

He saw a woman carrying a snowflake of hay coming to his horse, and in another pile of hay a bow horn loomed.

The woman took another horse and continued to feed the fodder, while drawing her horn bow and three or four short arrows, and hiding herself by the side of the horse's neck.

Derge set his eyes on General Ming's slightly larger tent again.

When the two horses had finished eating the forage, they raised their heads, sniffed left and right, and stepped on their hooves, apparently still wanting to pray for food.

At this moment, the female shaman surnamed Zheng really appeared under the escort of the attendants.

Derg stood up in a half-crouching position, staring at the woman with the bow and arrow.

Suddenly, he heard a few of his own babas shouting for food in the wooden cart and the baggage felt tent.

The female shaman of the Ming Kingdom, and the general who stood at the door of the tent to greet her, apparently heard it, and both of them walked over here.

Damn it! The woman was too careless, she should have brought them food first, wore a hat and helmet, and kept silent, so she would not be recognized.

Derg's heart skipped to his throat.

For a brief moment, he desperately waved open the felt curtain and rushed out, stepping onto his favorite horse.

At the same time, there was a "clang" and the arrow flew out.

The hateful female shaman swayed, screamed "ahh

The arrow stuck in her shoulder.

"Don't, she's wearing cowhide armor! It's useless, run! Dege, who was already on the horse, yelled at Mu Zaohua.

Seeing this, the guards were shouting and rushing here, and the general of Mingguo, who was holding the female shaman, immediately handed her over to the others and strode towards the nearest horse.

Fortunately, the vengeful woman reacted quickly and jumped on her horse like a swallow.

When Derg got on the horse's back, his vision widened, and he saw the path where the sergeants had gathered the least, and galloped towards the horse's belly.

A few Ming soldiers who reacted sporadically pulled out their sabers at their waists and ran over to cut off the horse's head.

He quickly glanced back, and the woman was really good at riding, and she followed him closely.

But behind her, General Mingguo, surnamed Ma, also chased after her.

"Poof, poof" a few times, and the woman was obviously firing arrows again.

The Derg class can't take any longer.

He didn't immediately cross the frozen Luan River.

At this hour, the sun has already melted the thin snow on the ice, and the horses' hooves will slip badly.

"Run north!" Derge raised his knife, pointed at the upper reaches of the Luan River, and shouted.

A few days ago, his team had come from there, and as long as he got rid of the pursuit of the Ming people, on the west side of the upper reaches of the Luan River, far from the border wall of the Ming Kingdom, he and the woman who had saved him had a good chance of encountering a large army marching east with the Zhenglan Banner.

The horses of the Derge class had been resting for two days, and they did not seem to be hungry by the Ming army, and they ran energetically.

The familiar sound of the wind whistling in his ears sounded like a heavenly sound.

Soon, on his side, a partner with the same speed appeared.

"Run faster! He can't catch up! A crisp female voice came, still speaking the Jurchen words.

"It's a pity I didn't kill her!" This time it's Chinese.

Derg turned his face to look at the woman.

The speed of the horse was too fast, and the woman was wearing the round hat and helmet of the Ming army, and her face could not be seen clearly.

Derg's curiosity was not satisfied for a moment.

He could only look at the vast snowfield in front of him again, and breathe the cold and free air freely.