The shouts of the soldiers resounded in the sky.

Mu Tianbo smiled with satisfaction.

That's what you want.

Just as he was proud and wanted to say another word, there was a sound of footsteps in the east.

Mu Tianbo looked back to the east, only to see a group of soldiers walking towards them with neat steps.

There were about 5,000 people, all of them wearing bright red armor and stomachs, holding white-pole spears, led by a heroic female general.

It was Qin Liangyu and the white pole soldiers under her command!

This time, she brought 10,000 people to Kunming, but there were only 5,000 white pole soldiers. There are two reasons for the small number of white pole soldiers, one is financial resources, and the other is population.

Not to mention financial resources, how can soldiers be paid without money. What's more, the monthly salary of the white pole soldiers is as high as three taels and six cents, plus three buckets and six liters of rice. It is almost completely out of production.

The population limit was due to the small population of the Tujia people and the extremely strict recruitment conditions of the white pole soldiers. So the number of people has been hovering around three thousand. In the past year, His Majesty was full of praise for the white pole soldiers, and said that in case of war, there would be a silver salary from the imperial court, Qin Liangyu gritted his teeth and took out all his belongings, and recruited 2,000 people, barely enough for 5,000 white pole soldiers, and put on the latest Ming army armor given by His Majesty years ago.

Because the nail stomach is extremely precious, I have never been willing to wear it when I train in the past. And in order to prevent the loss of the nail stomach, she even numbered the nail stomach and linked it to the soldiers. Each person is responsible for managing their own stomach, and if it is lost, it will be beheaded.

As for the others who followed, they were recruited from various ethnic groups in Chungju, and although they were trained to fight well, they were far from the white pole soldiers. She asked her nephews Qin Yiming and Qin Gongming to lead 5,000 soldiers to defend Kunming, and she and her son Ma Xianglin took the most elite 5,000 white pole soldiers to Fenghua Prefecture.

In the original plan, she didn't plan to go in person. But when Mu Tianbo wanted to go on the expedition, Chen was not at ease and asked her for this, so she had to go into battle in person.

"I've seen my grandfather." Qin Liangyu came to Mu Tianbo and bowed.

"General Qin doesn't have to be polite, this is my first time on the expedition, and everything still needs to be taken care of by General Qin." Mu Tianbo's posture was very low. Qin Liangyu is a heroine among women that His Majesty has personally received, and he has made great achievements, and he is not under his own control, so he really doesn't dare to trust him.

Seeing this, Qin Liangyu didn't say anything, nodded and said:

"Shall we leave now?"

"Good! Let's go! ”

The two parties began the first expedition in Mu Tianbo's life.

Na Song and Na Quan quietly followed behind Mu Tianbo, looking at the majestic army, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu Tianbo, the prince of Qianguo, and Qin Liangyu, the chief soldier of Shizhu.

It's not too easy for such a lineup to make a name for itself.

Mu Tianbo was very excited, but it was only the first day of the expedition.

He soon learned that marching to battle was not as simple as killing a few enemies with a meteor hammer. As a general, it is necessary to coordinate the overall situation, from eating, drinking, and Lazar to camping, no matter how big or small, we must take into account the position. At the end of the day, his voice was hoarse. Qin Liangyu looked at Mu Tianbo, who was busy jumping up and down, without the slightest intention of interfering to help.

Some things have to be experienced by yourself, and what you get on paper still needs to be verified through practice.

At night, Mu Tianbo crossed his legs in the tent, using the candlelight of the size of a bean to pick up the blisters on his feet with bamboo branches.

"Shh~ It really fucking hurts. Xiao Song, how did you get this far? ”

Mu Tianbo gasped in pain and said to Na Song on the side. Maybe both of them are children without a father, and Mu Tianbo looks at Na Song is more and more pleasing to the eye.

"At first, I felt very tired, I crossed mountains and mountains, and I often couldn't eat enough, but slowly I got used to it, and I walked and walked." Na Song's tone was calm, and his words were also very relaxed, but Mu Tianbo could feel his misery at that time.

A twelve-year-old child running for his life in the mountains is not a pleasant thing to do.

"If you catch Pu Fame and Sha Yuan, I will definitely let you kill them with your own hands to avenge your father."

"Grandpa Xie."

"Didn't you say that when no one is around, they are called brothers?"

"Okay grandpa."

The two chatted for a while, and Na Song returned to his open top.

The night was spent in peace, and the next morning was in the morning.

By the time the first rays of the morning sun shone on the earth, the whole army had already eaten breakfast, packed up their things and set off.

Compared with yesterday, today's Mu Tianbo is much more proficient in dealing with various affairs, and Qin Liangyu secretly praised it in his heart, worthy of being Mu Ying's descendant.

Their march was boring.

Thousands of miles away, on the banks of the Suzi River, a group of 1,000 cavalrymen was resting on their horses.

"How far is this in the nearest stockade?" It was Liu Wensong, who was shining on the Horqin grassland, who spoke.

"Returning to the general, there is a Jurchen village fifty miles to the east."

"The order goes down, and departing in a quarter of an hour. Raid the Jurchen villages, and kill all the rebels! ”

"Yes! Checkmate. ”

This was his first mission after returning from the battlefield of Horqin.

After Huang Taiji and others died, Houjin died in name only. At this time, the Jurchen tribes can be described as a plate of scattered sand, and the northernmost savage Jurchen was the first to be uncontrolled, splitting from the Later Jin and returning to its original state, followed by the Haixi Jurchen.

The Jurchen tribes of Jianzhou have been ruled by Nurhachi for the longest time, so for the time being, there are constantly people trying to integrate the tribes under the banner of recovering Houjin and fighting against the Ming Dynasty again.

But it's all cowhide blowing, and there is no one who really has the strength.

Huang Taiji was killed, and Zhu Youzhen naturally couldn't give up the huge territory in the northeast, and gave Zhu Kezhen an order to let him encroach on the Jurchen's territory as much as possible.

As a student of Zhu Youzhen, he knew how much his emperor teacher hated this group of wild boar skins.

Instead of killing them, he chose a more cruel and valuable way.

He sent troops to attack everywhere, and as long as it was a gathering place for the Jurchen tribe, it was the target of his attack. Those who resist will naturally kill without hesitation. Both men and women who surrendered were sent to the mines of the Anmoto Iron and Steel Group to mine. The fate of the child was a little better, and he was sent to the salt pan by the sea to dry salt. As for how much you can survive, leave it to fate.

At this time, Liu Wensong's thousand-man cavalry team was one of the ten teams on this expedition. Their mission was to sweep away all the villages within a hundred miles along the Hunhe River.

A quarter of an hour later, Liu Wensong, who had taken a short rest, rushed east with his cavalry.

It didn't take long for a small village to appear on the ground level.

According to the scouts' reconnaissance, the population of this village is about 2,000, and it belongs to the Sukesu River Moat, which lives on the tributaries of the Suzi River.

Liu Wensong clamped the horse's belly and sped up.

Not to be outdone, the cavalry under his command also began to whip the war horses under their crotches one by one.

The fall of Huang Taiji had a great impact on this village, which was originally the hinterland of the Jianzhou Jurchens, and their lives were the best, with wealthy families and Han slaves.

But all this fell apart with the fall of Huang Taiji and others.

The young and strong people in the village have all died, and the old, weak, sick and disabled left behind can only barely make ends meet. Even the Han slaves became disobedient, and most of them ran away one after another.

Extreme Soul Chaos

At this time, an old man was standing at the entrance of the village, looking at the distant daze. His name was Huba, and when he was young, he went out with Nurhachi, and when he was old, he returned to his village to live a good life.

Among the escaped Han slaves, there were two of him. And he was originally two.

He was too old to work, his two sons died, and when the slaves ran away, no one planted the land in the family.

In the past two days, he was worried about this matter, and was considering whether to sell the land and run north. I've heard that it's not safe here, and I'm afraid it won't be safe if I don't leave.

But after asking for two days, no one asked for his land.

That's right, except for the Han people, who will farm?

Seeing that the situation was not good, he made up his mind to leave here early tomorrow morning, and all his belongings were packed.

He stood at the entrance of the village and looked at the familiar scene, feeling a little reluctant in his heart.

But fortunately, this mood did not last long, and he heard the sound of horses' hooves, the kind of horses' hooves that many horses ran together. Then he saw the roaring cavalry.

He froze.

It was the cavalry of the Ming Dynasty.

But I'm leaving tomorrow.

Come and kill us today, is it appropriate?

Knowing that his old arms and legs would definitely die, Huba didn't even bother to turn around and run away.

Moments later, his head was slashed off by a cavalryman's saber, and the pigtails made a ridiculous trajectory in the air.

I don't have to leave my hometown this time.

That was his last thought.

But the nightmare in the village had just begun, and the cavalry scattered around, cooperating with the tacit understanding to rush back and forth in the village, wantonly killing the Jurchens who tried to resist.

Screams and shouts echoed across the wilderness.