"Kill him, kill him!" Mrs. Hong trembled angrily, this Talai doesn't even want his ancestors!

"Eighth brother has the ability to kill me, so why say more."

Talai sneered with a knife, who killed who now doesn't know. If it was in the past, he would have been jealous of this eighth elder brother, after all, his father was Nurhachi. But now, he has broken away from Jianzhou, and this eighth elder brother is the person named by Lord Wei, and he just took credit for arresting him.

Compared with the Ming Dynasty, it is true that Jianzhou Yanneng is a Jurchen, but in the Ming Dynasty, there were more Jurchen officials, and there were even more Mongols who were big officials. As long as he is willing to work hard, Tarai believes that he will never be worse than in Jianzhou.

Retreat 10,000 to say, isn't your eighth elder brother's Ama an official of the Ming Dynasty, not a dog for the Ming Dynasty to have today?

Why should the eldest brother laugh at the second brother, you love the Xinjue Luo family and can be a dog of the Ming people, why can't I do it!

Talai snorted coldly and swung his knife at Lord Hong. This knife was spared, but it meant that he wanted to hurt the eighth elder brother and capture him alive.

Since childhood, Lord Hong has learned to ride and shoot with his father and eldest brother Dai Shan, practicing martial arts, although he has never been in the battle array, but his skills are not bad, and he avoided Talai's blow with an oblique step.

Seeing that the master was in danger here, the two personal soldiers Goshha hurriedly came to protect the master after forcing the enemy in front of them, and fought hard to slash and kill Talai, but they were retreated by Talai one by one.

The Ming army and the Japanese slaves in the back had already rushed over, and Jianzhou was left and right, surrounded by enemies on all sides, and from time to time people were injured and fell to the ground.

With fewer and fewer Jianzhou soldiers, Lord Hong is already in danger.

Several red-clothed Flying Tiger soldiers came to support Talai from both sides with swords, and they surrounded the two personal soldiers of Lord Hong. The two Goshkha had no choice but to swing their knives around and barely support them for a moment, one was slashed in the right leg by a long knife, and the other tripped over a rotten log on the ground, and before they could get up, they were slashed off several times.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Lord Hong saw that there were fewer enemy soldiers in front of him, so he ran to that place without thinking. Seeing this, the rest of the flag soldiers still had the heart to resist, and two of them directly threw away their weapons and knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

"Who is Lord Hong!"

Zheng Duo walked up to a soldier with a knife and shouted loudly, he had only one task, which was to capture and kill Lord Hong. If you don't kill this person, he won't be able to pay the Weishe people.

The soldier was frightened, but hesitated and refused to reveal who his master was.

Seeing this, Zheng Duo casually slashed him to the ground. Before the blade could reach the neck of another soldier, the Jianzhou soldier was already frightened and pointed at the fleeing Lord Hong and shouted: "Don't kill me, that is the eighth elder brother!" ”

Zheng Duo looked in the direction of his finger, a medium-sized young Jiannu who was slightly chubby was running wildly.

Although the forest here is wide, the forest is full of weeds, branches, and thorns, but Lord Hong can still run fast in it, which shows that his skills are indeed agile.

However, it was really unlucky, a branch wrapped around his braid, so that Mrs. Hong, who was running wildly, was dragged steeply, and his scalp was almost broken, and his tears hurt and in his sockets.

He stretched out his hand and tried to break the branch, but it was so strong that in desperation, Lord Hong took out the dagger that Amanulhachi had given him and cut off his own braids.

I don't need a hat, if it weren't for a small tuft of braid roots in the center of my scalp, I would look like a Han monk.

"Catch that Jiannu!"

Zheng Duo didn't expect Mrs. Hong to run so fast, so he hurriedly shouted a few times at his subordinates, glanced at the surrendered Jianzhou soldier, but did not kill him, but he didn't pay attention to it, and left him and went directly to Mrs. Hong.

The Jianzhou soldiers knelt on the ground and didn't dare to move, their faces were covered with blood, and their stiff necks moved slightly until they confirmed that they had not been killed.

While I was glad to have saved my life, I was ashamed and ashamed, and I felt deeply ashamed that I had sold my son.

With Zheng Duo's shouting, most of the Flying Tiger tax soldiers chased after Lord Hong, and the Ming army and the soldiers who came to settle the flag soldiers in front of them also followed.

"Eighth Elder Brother, go quickly!"

Several flag soldiers saw the pursuers coming up, and they didn't know who shouted, and then turned around one by one and turned back to resist. A few more bannermen swung their swords fiercely towards the flying tiger soldiers guarding the horses on the other side of the river, trying to make a bloody way for their master. However, like moths to a fire, they screamed in an instant and fell to the ground one after another.

Lord Hong's retreat was completely cut off, and at least hundreds of Ming troops and subordinates surrounded them. And there were less than twenty Jianzhou soldiers left who followed Lord Hong.

The encirclement is getting smaller and smaller, and there are fewer and fewer Jianzhou soldiers standing, and finally they rely on each other, panting, and looking desperately at the enemies coming from all sides.

These bannermen had no intention of surrendering at all, and if they did, they would have already surrendered on their knees. Knowing that there is no way to live, they just want to die with their master now.

Even when they died, the Khan would take care of their families.

Trapped beasts are still fighting!

The White Flag Soldier was originally the most elite banner of the Four Banners of Jianzhou, which had been in the hands of Shuerhaqi, and Nuerhachi was red-eyed. But he never got the opportunity to take the white flag into his own hands, and it was not until the year before last that he found an excuse to seize the military power of Shulhaqi and handed over the elite of the white flag to his eldest son Yuying.

The more than 200 banner soldiers brought by Lord Hong and Feiyangu are the elite of the white flag soldiers, and those who can survive until now are the elite of the elite, and several of them are still members of Nurhachi's own soldiers.

At this time, these banner soldiers, who had no way to live, resisted stubbornly, so that the Flying Tiger Army, the Ming Army and the Japanese slaves who surrounded them did not dare to really come forward. Because, that means fighting for your life.

"Wait for the soldiers to come up!"

It was a general banner of the garrison of Changsheng Fort who spoke, and when Zheng Duo and Oshima, the leader of the detachment who surrendered to the Japanese, heard it, they were all deeply convinced. Hundreds of people surrounded the less than ten people around Lord Hong, looking at them quietly, expressionlessly, with a sneer on their faces, or with bright eyes.

Lord Hong knew that the Ming army's firecrackers were powerful, and once those guns came up, he had only one way to die. His tears burst out of his eyes, looking at these brave Jianzhou warriors around him, bitter and unbearable.

…….

"Sir, slow down!"

After beating Wei Liangchen and dismounting because of the difficulty of the mountain road, Li Wei was busy, from time to time in front of him with a knife to cut branches, that is, he bent down to pick up sharp stones that might pierce the Weishe people.

Tian Gang disdained to do so, and the corners of his mouth grinned from time to time.

Shen Lian and the others followed silently without saying a word. Along the way, Shen Lian silently counted, at least no less than two hundred corpses of Jianzhou people. This made him very frightened, and he didn't understand why so many Jianzhou people appeared here, and they also attacked Zhao Guoan with weapons.

Could it be that what the Weishe people said is true, and that Nurhachi in Jianzhou really rebelled?

Shen Lian was puzzled, he was a member of the Shuai Mansion, and he had heard about the relationship between the Shuai and Jianzhou, so he didn't believe that Nurhachi would rebel. But what he saw and heard in front of him made it difficult for him to explain.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a mountain road, how can this official be so expensive." Wei Liangchen said this, but his eyes were full of approval when he looked at Li Wei.

It is difficult to be an official, it is not easy to be an official, you don't understand the hard work of the envoy as an official, why should the envoy be an official.

At present, the sheren with a sheep's head is like this, and if he really makes a career as a little thousand years old in the future, he must learn from Zhang Jiangling, get a big sedan chair, and walk all over the world.

Li Yongzhen didn't come up, he was very sincere, and told Wei Liangchen that he was fainting and couldn't see the dead. After hearing this, Wei Liangchen was considerate of this father-in-law and asked him to wait for Jiayin.

Looking up and seeing a river at the foot of the mountain not far away, the mountain river scenery is pleasant, Wei Liangchen couldn't help but want to chant a poem, so he asked left and right: "Do you know what kind of river it is?" ”

"Legend has it that there was a Jin prince camped in the Song Dynasty, so the locals called this river the Prince River." It was Shen Lian who spoke.

"Barbarians, An dares to be called the prince." Wei Liangchen was very disdainful.

"Yes, yes, the barbarian man dares to call the prince, this prince river can no longer be called in the future, and it has to be renamed. Well, it's rare to give people here, according to the humble position, it's better to call it the Sheren River. Li Wei looked at Wei Liangchen with admiration.

"Oh..."Wei Liangchen waved his hand very modestly, "How can this be done, the name of a place should be taken by the people, how can it come from me." ”

"Don't worry, your lordship, your prestige has spread all over Liaodong, this Taizi River has been renamed Sheren River, and the people of Liaodong are applauding it."

"It's still up to the local government to decide."

Wei Liangchen laughed, and finally went up the slope with the support of Li Wei, and in his sight, seven or eight Jiannu were surrounded.