Anyone who is sued for peace by the Manchurians is a traitor, a traitor...... Punish the Nine Clans!

King Huai's words made Zhu Daxian's back suddenly cold, especially when the sentence "When the Nine Clans" came into his ears, it made him involuntarily break out in a cold sweat, and he immediately thought of the experience of King Huai in front of him, he was in the sea of blood in Jiading, saved by his master, so, how could he not hate Qingyu? How could they possibly accept their peace?

If there was no such blood feud, how could he say such a thing. In fact, the people of Jiangnan and the Manchu Qing Dynasty are not exactly like this, and every family has a deep blood feud.

At first, he just thought it was a blood feud. But when he savored King Huai's words, he tasted the truth from his words.

"It's a foolish minister!"

After figuring out the key, Zhu Daxian immediately said.

"This is absolutely impossible to negotiate peace with the Manchu Qing Dynasty, if it is allowed to return to Liaodong safely, not to mention how it will make the surrounding Hu people think that my Ming is weak and can be bullied, and then attack my Ming Dynasty one after another, even if it is allowed to return to Liaodong to recuperate, it will definitely be a trouble for my Ming henchmen!"

This is the reason why we can't negotiate peace with them, and we can let them return to Liaodong safely.

"Yes, the Manchu Qing Dynasty is completely different from the Mongolian Tatars and other Hulu, they have occupied the Central Plains for more than ten years, and they are no longer the original Jianzhou Jurchen barbarians, if they are allowed to return to Liaodong, they are bound to recuperate in Liaodong, it only takes a few decades, if they have the help of several generations of Ming monarchs, their vitality will recover quickly, and then they will inevitably be the scourge of my Ming Dynasty. So this time it's going to be thorough! Beat them so that they will never be able to turn over! ”

When mentioning "Ming Jun", Zhu Mingzhong naturally thought of the so-called "Kang Qianyong", although they were not "Ming Jun" from the standpoint of China, but from the perspective of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, they were well-deserved Ming Jun, which also means that in the next 130 years or so, if the problem of the Manchu Qing Dynasty cannot be completely solved, with the existence of such three people, they will inevitably become China's henchmen.

For Zhu Mingzhong, who wanted to open up a new world for China in the Age of Discovery, he naturally could not accept this possibility, even if it was extremely weak. Nor can we accept that they cannot be allowed to become a stumbling block to the future of China.

It is precisely because of his understanding of history that he will never accept peace with the Manchus, and even in his opinion, the best choice is to follow Qianlong's actions against Dzungaria, because of his "jackal nature", so he ordered the rebellious tribes to be exterminated, so as to "eradicate the roots". Only in this way can we completely solve the problem in the northeast.

Of course, Zhu Mingzhong will not say this now, because it is not his Northern Expedition now, but not saying it does not mean that he will not do it in the future. Then he said in a firm tone.

"Besides, this Liaodong is the land of my Ming Dynasty, where did it come from the Manchurian hometown of the Qing Dynasty? Before the wild hunting Pinurhahe rebelled against the Ming, they loved the Xinjueluo family but the hereditary commander of my Jianzhou Guard, but they were just the slaves of my Ming Dynasty. Otherwise, how can we face the people of Liaodong, and how can we be worthy of the Ming soldiers who sacrificed to protect Liaodong! ”

"Liaodong is the land of my Ming Dynasty!"

This sentence made Zhu Daxian's heart boil. Before the Jiashen Heavenly Change, for Chongzhen and the civil and military officials of the world, they still had the dream of "recovering the Liao soil", but after Jiashen, in the face of the Qing captives entering the customs and the subsequent massacre, the biggest dream of the gentry in the world was to restore the rivers and mountains of the Han people, as for Liaodong in their hearts, it had already been abandoned. As long as the land within Shanhaiguan can be recovered, it is enough. As for whether Liaodong is restored or not, it doesn't matter, at least for now.

However, from Zhu Mingzhong's words, Zhu Daxian could clearly feel that he would never give up Liaodong, and he would not even give up Nuergandusi. How could this kind of ambition not make him excited, and even have a sense of being in the Lord's possession.

But Zhu Daxian didn't know that for Zhu Mingzhong, who came from the 21st century, not only did he have a different kind of feelings for Liaodong, a homeland that had belonged to China since the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, but he also had different feelings for the entire Nuergandusi, the entire so-called Far East and Siberia.

Wherever my Han people go, they are Han soil!

For Zhu Mingzhong, his feelings are simple, he will not let go of any piece of land that has belonged to the Han people in history, Liaodong, Nuergandusi, Mobei and the Western Regions and Central Asia, which have been cut off from China since the Tang Dynasty, are all the land in his heart.

In his heart, the scope of the land is far larger than the people of this era imagined, for him, the dream is not just to recover and conquer, he will spend his life to change everything there, will use the Chinese civilization to educate, cleanse the local barbarian style, let it all be sinicized, of course, this is not voluntary, but compulsory, whether they want to or not, no matter what the cost, he will do everything possible, in those areas to turn the soil into Han, even if it is like Qianlong, "eternal roots", it is also at the expense.

There is always a generation that needs to be accomplished. Zhu Mingzhong believes that this is his generation. Or what he needs to accomplish in this life. As for how the future will be evaluated, that is the business of the people in the future, and for him, he only wants to be worthy of history.

While talking, the two had already come to the Martyrs' Shrine and looked at the tall and magnificent ancestral hall. So Zhu Mingzhong straightened his clothes.

"Pingchen, let's go in when we get to the place!"

Minister Zhu came back to his senses at this time, and his expression became very solemn, and he respectfully asked.

"The king, please."

Zhu Mingzhong, who was one step ahead of the main hall of the Martyrs' Shrine, was in this hall, looking at the tablets of the soldiers who were enshrined, and when he bowed down on one knee according to the ceremony, Zhu Mingzhong secretly prayed to these heroic spirits in his heart.

"May the heroic spirit in heaven bless me and bless my Han people to recover ......"

At this moment, Zhu Mingzhong's heart was full of piety, although he knew that these heroic souls would not bless him with anything, but the reason why he was pious came from the respect for them in his heart.

It is not like some people in later generations who have only been in awe of the Heroic Spirit. There is not even any reverence at all, so much so that there is no respect, they can raze the martyrs' cemeteries to the ground for real estate development, they can ridicule and even insult the martyrs. There is no respect for the backbone of those nations.

And now, in this era, although Zhu Mingzhong knows very well that even among the loyal and righteous army, not everyone knows what they are fighting for, but after witnessing their sacrifice. In Zhu Mingzhong's opinion, there is no one in this world who deserves his respect more than them.

"May God bless me China and regain my old rivers and mountains!"

Walking out of the temple gate and looking at the blue sky, when this thought appeared in Zhu Mingzhong's heart, his eyes turned to the north, and he stared at the north. Although the Northern Expedition was more symbolic, it did not prevent him from looking forward to the Northern Expedition......

Northern expedition!

Whenever he thought of this word, Zhu Mingzhong naturally thought of the Northern Expedition that made the Han people hate again and again in history, and it seemed that there were only two Northern Expeditions in history that were successful. It seems that for the Han Chinese, the Northern Expedition often meant failure, and in this era, except for the Northern Expedition of Emperor Hongwu, there seems to be no successful Northern Expedition in history.

Will the Northern Expedition succeed this time?

“…… Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood. To start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky. ”

Li Sen, who was riding on horseback, whispered "Man Jianghong" between his lips, although his words were not loud, but the ambition in those words still made the comrades in the forest feel it.

"What, what did the squadron leader say? Sounds pretty good......"

Before Sun Tianbai's words fell, he listened to Shi Chang's reprimand.

"You kid, let you read hard all day long, this book has been read into the dog's stomach, this is Grandpa Yue's "Man Jianghong", you listen to Lao Tzu...... Angry hair rushed to the crown, leaning on the railing ......"

When the chief was showing off his "literary talents", the war horses under their crotches let out a little uninhibited panting, and at this time, the squadron leader in front suddenly shouted.

"Silence!"

The forest immediately fell silent, and hundreds of cavalrymen immediately calmed their horses, their eyes looked vigilantly ahead, and from the end of the official road, there seemed to be a sound of horses' hooves. However, the sentinels on the perimeter did not stop them. The horses galloped into the woods, they were the scouts they had sent out.

"There are almost a thousand people in the Qing army, and they are rushing towards here!"

The panting rider reported urgently, and the eyes of the warriors, who had been bored, immediately burst into a burning gaze, in their eyes, more than a thousand people were no match for them at all.

There is no suspense at all in the battle of Zhu Xianzhen, because there are not many civilians in the camp of the Qing army, so Yu Xiaobao naturally did not care about the shells, and concentrated all the mortars into the camp after a wild bombardment, more than half of the Qing army was killed or wounded in the shelling, although the Qing army also tried to counterattack with artillery, but it was not the opponent of the artillery of the Loyal Army at all, that night, the remnants of the Qing army tried to escape from the camp by taking advantage of the night, abandoning their positions, However, all this was in Xiaobao's expectations, and he had already subordinated the cavalry team on the road to Kaifeng, and in the past few hours, this cavalry had been waiting in the woods near the official road, waiting for the arrival of the remnants of the Qing army.

The corners of his lips squeezed out a smile, Zhao Fengle turned his horse, he looked around at the cavalry behind him, as the leader of the temporarily formed cavalry squadron, the more than five hundred cavalry under his command came from five battalions, these cavalry, like him, are all from the countryside of Huaibei, and there are many horses in the countryside of Huaibei, so most of them will ride horses when they are young, and after becoming cavalry, they have undergone strict cavalry training.

However, the cavalry training of the Loyal and Righteous Army is still only in the process of exploration, based on the need to promote firearms, each cavalry is equipped with a cavalry knife, but also equipped with two double-barreled short guns and a long gun, at this time, these cavalrymen are already holding short guns, quietly waiting to fight. Only a few of the more inferior horses neighed impatiently, and they had even pulled off their hammers, waiting for a lethal shot at close range as they charged, and then slashing at them with their swords. This tactic of short guns and sabers was summed up after a long period of experiments, and the most suitable tactics for the cavalry of the Loyal Army. Even in order to match the use of this tactic, the double-barreled short guns used by the cavalry team are extremely rare to carve rifling, and the cavalry does not need to consider the speed of reloading, and they only have the opportunity to fire a few shots before engaging the enemy, and then they need to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

Here it comes!

Finally, when the figure of the Qing army appeared on the official road, Zhao Fengle made a charging gesture to the trumpeter beside him, unlike the infantry with a snare drum, the cavalry only used a military trumpet, the trumpeter nodded, and then immediately blew the charge horn.

Nearly fifty years old Na Muta, as early as Emperor Taizong's meeting, had accompanied Taizong into the customs, from the north of Zhili along the canal all the way to Jinan, Jia Shennian also entered the customs from the dragon, all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, and then later, he was convenient for the elderly in Beijing. Originally, Namuta felt that there was no need to fight again in this life, he just had to retire and enjoy happiness in the capital, as for the Han people in the south, there would naturally be those Han green camps to fight, as for the banner people, the life of the banner people is expensive, just enjoy happiness in the capital.

Years of idle life have made him forget the sword and sword shadow of the past, and even when Dasu defeated the emperor's troops the year before last, the first reaction in his mind was to flee back to his hometown outside the Guan, and he didn't play with those Han people.

But the emperor is the master, who dares to disobey the will of the order, entered the camp of Nanyuan, and the drills day and night have somewhat made him find some of the martial arts of the year, and he is even more like those young people who are still young when his grandsons are still young, showing off how he slaughtered the city and bullied those Han women when he entered the customs with the Taizongye, although what he said was wonderful, but he himself knew that he had long lost the martial arts of the year, and ten years of idle recuperation had long consumed his blood and bravery.

But despite this, as a veteran, he still has the sensitivity of a veteran, from the Ming army into the camp thousands of cannons, he knew that this was over, so if the bombardment continued, there was no need for the Ming army to attack the base, and the big guy's would be blown up, sure enough, last night, everyone took advantage of the night to escape from the camp, but even if he escaped, his heart was still a little uneasy, after all, this thing was strange.

Just when his heart was shrouded in that uneasiness, the sudden sound of horses' hooves and shouts made Namuta only feel that his legs were weak, and the scene of the expedition to Mobei with Taizong Ye immediately appeared in his mind, and the sound of horses' hooves when the Mongol cavalry charged into battle appeared in his dreams more than once.

This will hear the sound of horses' hooves, and he even thinks that he is daydreaming, what kind of cavalry is there in this Ming Dog in Jiangnan? Turning his head, he saw the nightmare-like scene. A group of cavalry rushed towards them as if they had come out of hell, but unlike the Mongols, who were shooting arrows with their bows and arrows, these demon-like cavalrymen howled and swung their short guns at them.

With a burst of guns, the cavalry was drowned in white smoke, and the people around Namuta were constantly knocked to the ground by the guns, and before they could even react, the cavalrymen who had already beaten several times rushed to the official road, and immediately waved the saber in their hands and slashed without any scruples.

"Kill!"

After emptying a double-barreled gun, Zhao Fengle immediately held the saber high, rushing towards the enemy formation, this slender saber is a specialty of Jiangbei, a horse led hundreds of cavalry to launch a charge, the yellow earth trembled under the horse's hooves, a Qing soldier tried to block the cavalry with the red tassel gun in his hand, but just raised the red tassel gun, a cavalry rushing in front, immediately raised the short gun in his hand, with the sound of the gun, when a burst of white smoke dissipated, another cavalry had already rushed to the front, the horse's hooves stepped on the chest of the injured Qing army who fell to the ground, At the same time as stepping out of a blood hole, the cavalryman quickly returned to the horse and cut down another Qing soldier, and the nearby Qing army had not yet reacted, he had already jumped on his horse, rushed over, and then waved the saber in his hand lightly, and the head and body of the Qing army were separated.

Just like on the training ground, the cavalry first put a row of guns, in the distance will try to organize a queue to resist their Qing army, and then brandished a saber and galloped into the ranks of the Qing army, slashing and slashing to their heart's content, whenever the Qing army tried to organize a formation, it would be hit by a burst of bullets, each cavalry only had two double-barreled guns, which seemed to be not much, but at this time, it smashed the Qing army's attempt to counterattack one after another.

The oncoming enemy was either cut to the ground by sabers or trampled by the hooves of their horses. But just a respite, those Qing soldiers lost the courage to face the battle under the shooting of guns and sabers, and they dropped their swords and guns and fled in all directions, the more they escaped, the easier it was to become the target of cavalry slashing, and their escape even made the cavalry battle easier.

"Can't escape......"

When Namuta saw that the people around him were fleeing, he immediately shouted loudly, maybe he no longer had the martial arts of the past, but he knew that a person's legs could not run a four-legged war horse at all, and the more he scattered and fled like this, the easier it was to lose his life.

Just as he imagined, when everyone scattered in all directions, they thought that this would make the cavalry not know where to pursue, but their plan was wrong, and the cavalry was like a scythe, drawing an arc on the earth, and sweeping the land at a rapid speed, and the soldiers who tried to escape were cut to the ground one after another.

However, with just the effort of tea, there was hardly a single survivor left of the more than 1,000 remnants of the defeated generals under the slashing of the cavalry. Only Lu Zhongying still stood less than 200 soldiers of the Qing army, and under the leadership of Zuo Ling, they formed a gun formation with red tassel guns, trying to resist and resist the attack of the Ming cavalry, but to their surprise, those cavalry only surrounded them and did not attack.

"Tell your rulers, we are willing to surrender, we are willing to surrender ......"

Su Ha shouted three times, his face was covered with blood, after shouting these words, he looked at those cavalry nervously, he was willing to surrender, as long as the other party promised not to kill him.

"Are you willing to surrender?"

Restraining the war horse, Zhao Fengle looked at the Qing army leader in the formation,

"We are willing to surrender, as long as the general promises not to harm our lives!"

Su Hasan held the handle of the knife tightly in his hand, he knew that these people were loyal soldiers, and he also knew that they had cut off the heads of tens of thousands of Qing soldiers by the Yellow River, but he still had a glimmer of hope, hoping that the other party would accept his surrender. Even if it was hard labor, Su Hasan also admitted it, as long as he could survive.

"Well, in that case, let's put down our weapons!"

Zhao Fengle nodded, and seeing that these Qing soldiers seemed to be a little worried, he immediately said.

"General Ben swears to heaven that he will never hurt you in the slightest!"

Listening to this man's oath, Su Hasan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he barely managed to squeeze out a smile and said in a Chinese dialect full of voices.

"Thank you for your kindness!"

Su Hasan, who was the leader, put down the knife in his hand, and the other soldiers also put down their swords and guns, and just when Namuta put down the red tassel gun, he suddenly saw a familiar look in the eyes of the Han general, it was...... How could that gaze be so familiar.

"Kill them all!"

Almost at the moment when the remnants of the Qing army put down their swords and guns, Zhao Fengle let out a deep sigh, and rushed up with a clamp on the horse's belly to slash at Su Hasan, and the surrounding cavalry got the order and raised their knives to slash and kill them. Those Qing troops who were still glad that they had survived would have given up resistance completely, just kneeling on the ground and praying, but what was waiting for them was still a cold blade.

It wasn't until the knife slashed into his neck that Na Muta, who was already frightened, remembered how this gaze was so familiar, and when he entered the customs, when the Han people were crying and offering gold and silver, his eyes also showed a similar gaze......

Cruelty is always relative!

In the past, when they faced the bitter pleas of the Han people, they could have killed those people without mercy, and now the same retribution fell on them. It can even be said that this is not retribution, if it is a complaint, such retribution should fall on their wives and children, just like they used butcher knives to kill many women and children of the Han family.

When everything was over, looking at the corpses all over the ground, Zhao Fengle just watched all this quietly.

"Captain, is this a breach of a promise? God wouldn't say anything, would he? ”

The subordinate's words made Zhao Fengle stunned for a moment, and then looked at the corpse on the ground and sneered.

"I'm talking about not hurting them in the slightest, what does this have to do with cutting off their heads? It's not the slightest, the real head has fallen off, how can it be the slightest? ”