When the catastrophe came, they flew separately, and it is not too much to describe the remnants of Jianyu.

When he retreated to the far north, he thought very well, exercised in the bitter cold environment, and regained the courage of the Jurchens.

Naturally, under the circumstances, this was also considered the best choice. Otherwise, it would have been wiped out by the Ming army a few years earlier.

But Daishan, Dolgon and others never imagined that the intensification of the disaster during the Xiaoice River would completely shatter their dreams.

The increasingly cold weather and the drastically shortened planting period have made it almost impossible to combine farming, fishing and hunting.

Traditional crops may not be harvested, and poor harvests are all good, and most of the seeds will not be recovered. After a few years, the food carried has long been exhausted.

Relying on fishing and hunting, it's okay to raise a few people, just like the Oroqen, Hezhe and so on. But there are hundreds of thousands of remnants of Jianjiao, and it is extremely difficult to survive, so what can we talk about lying on the back and trying to make a comeback?

From concentration to decentralization, to gradual dispersion to a wider area, this is the inevitable mode of survival. It is also the same method adopted by the people who cannot farm.

Planting ten acres of land can feed a family; Fishing and hunting in a large area, but barely enough food and clothing for the family, it depends on whether luck is good or bad.

It is impossible to live in towns, the population is too concentrated to provide for it; The small tribal model of the diaspora became a choice that had to be adopted.

In other words, within a few years, the remnants of Jianyu had dispersed to the former Heilongjiang Province, as well as to the vast area in the northern part of Heilongjiang.

In the face of the advance of the Ming army step by step, even if you want to concentrate to resist the battle, it is difficult to do it. And Dolgon, who succeeded to the throne of the Khan, was only able to gather three or five thousand men.

The spring sunshine was warm and cold at first, but it still brought some vitality to the struggling remnants of Jianyu.

Heavy snow covers the mountains, food and clothing are difficult, and the arrival of spring means that they have survived another winter, and the hope of survival is greater.

Fan Wencheng walked out of the ground with a wooden stick and a animal skin, and limped out. The sun shone on him, and he squinted his eyes and looked up at the clear sky.

It's another difficult winter, and it's finally spring. Fan Wencheng scratched his hair like a straw nest in the canopy, turned his head and shouted at the manhole: "Old horse, come out to bask in the sun!" ”

There was not much time, and Ma Guozhu, who was like a beggar, walked out. After looking around, he sat down on a wooden pier by the wall, lazily basking in the sun, flipping his collar and catching lice.

The two traitors have the same disease, and they can't care about the whole clan, so they don't care about their lives or deaths. In this harsh living environment, their full of knowledge is useless.

If you can grow food, or hunt more prey, you might even look up to them. The attachment of a beggar has annoyed Jian Yu.

After Dai Shan's death, the traitors' lives were even more difficult. had to be scattered in all directions, each to make a living.

Fan Wen's companions are in good health, and at first they can go into the mountains to hunt and go down to the river to fish with others. But in the process of competing for prey, he was broken his leg, and he could only live miserably.

My wife ran away a long time ago, I don't know who she was with, as long as she stutters, she doesn't care if he's ugly and handsome, and whether he's educated or not.

Ma Guozhu is also very miserable, fortunately, he knows some medicinal materials, and he can barely show people a headache and brain fever, and he is half-starved.

These two traitors got together, and they were always companions. The strong don't want them, and they can only take care of each other, and they don't want to live for a day.

"Old Fan, I'm going to take a look." Ma Guozhu saw that Fan Wencheng was limping and was about to go to the mountains and forests, and said impatiently: "What can you do with the light and the bait?" ”

Fan Wencheng stopped, shook his head, walked back with a wry smile, and sat down next to Ma Guozhu.

"When the sun rises, go dig some wild vegetables and deal with it!" Ma Guozhu squeezed the lice to death with his fingernails, sighed, and said, "I heard that the army has crossed the Songhua River? ”

Fan Wencheng nodded and said, "That was last year, and the Ming army didn't go deep after crossing the Songhua River, and built a few strongholds. ”

Ma Guozhu frowned and said, "Where did you get so much money, food, and materials to support the army to advance all the way north." How did Nu'er Gandusi give up, isn't it more difficult now than then? ”

More difficult refers to the environment, the climate is colder, the more difficult it is to grow, and it is not possible to eat on the spot, so it has to be transported from behind.

What's more, the Ming army was not a small unit, and even Jianyu did not dare to touch it easily, so he could only conduct reconnaissance from a distance.

"The Emperor of the Ming Kingdom is determined to plow the court and sweep the holes, leaving no one behind." Fan Wencheng wanted to brush his beard, but his face was all over it, like a savage.

After a pause, Fan Wencheng continued: "This emperor is amazing, he has swept away the accumulated shortcomings in a few years and created a strong army. Moreover, he saw through the weakness of the Jin State at a glance, and just blocked and cut off the supplies, forcing the Jin State to launch, but the losses were greater and greater each time. ”

Ma Guozhu lowered his eyes and said weakly: "In the final analysis, the foundation of the Ming Kingdom is still thick, and it is not comparable to Dajin." ”

Fan Wencheng remained silent, even though the Ming Empire was a behemoth, but it was full of internal corruption and malpractices, and it was far less vigorous than the newly rising Houjin.

But he still looked away, and in a short period of time, the Ming Emperor used an iron fist to clean up the court, and raised the needs of the war, suppressing the development of Houjin.

When the war entered a state of desperate attrition, the defeat of Houjin was basically determined.

Fan Wencheng pondered when he had nothing to do, and found that even if he could understand everything in advance, it would be difficult to find a solution.

This is an upright conspiracy, just like two wrist wrestlers, relying on strength, there is no means to take advantage of it. Whoever has the most strength wins, the fairest and the most incomprehensible.

"Old Fan, how long do you think Dolgon can hold out?" Ma Guozhu coughed twice and spit out a mouthful of phlegm, and the gentle and elegant posture of the scholar was not seen at all, and he was as rude as a reckless man.

Fan Wencheng narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "One year, maybe two years." It depends on whether the Ming army continues to advance and puts the knife in their chest. ”

Dolgon and other high-level officials have a hard time, they can't get food, cloth, hunger and bare buttocks, who will obey your orders?

It was not only the Han and Mongols who fled south one after another, but also many Manchus. The Ming army also deliberately put back a few and let them spread the news, and those who returned to the south were not killed, and they were also given food to Tian and properly settled.

But Fan Wencheng, Ma Guozhu and other traitors also know that they are all on the blacklist and are not among the forgiveness.

The emperor of the Ming Kingdom hated traitors, even more so than Jianyu. Dolgon and the others can be spared, but Fan Wencheng and others will want to kill them quickly.

"Live one day at a time!" Ma Guozhu stood up and walked towards the wilderness in the distance, where green was already rising, and he was hoping to dig up edible wild vegetables.

Fan Wencheng looked at Ma Guozhu's thin back, sighed gloomily, lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

Whether it was remorse or other emotions is irrelevant. With the advance of the Ming army, Fan Wencheng already knew that death was not far off.