Don't look at it as the Eight Banners Iron Cavalry, before the army, Nurhachi's Jianzhou Wei Nuzhen was already an authentic farming nation!

In the panicked shouting, Kuandian, the Qing people of Niu Lu, behaved like the people of Dongjiang in Heilongjiang, and then in the chaotic sound of gongs, the crowd working in the field fled back to the wooden village in terror, and the hardcover armored soldiers in Niu Lu climbed the wooden wall anxiously with bows and arrows on their backs.

Most of the Niu Lu Qingzhuang followed Huang Taiji to fight the Guan Ningjin defense line, and there were only about 20 people in the entire Niu Lu Qingzhuang banner

In their nervous gaze, a neat cavalry team roared down from the northwest edge, trampling the sky with smoke and dust, like the arrival of the Bull Demon King.

"Mongols?"

Deputy Niu Lu Zhang Jing looked at him in surprise, but looking at the neat and clear black cotton armor in the faint dust, Lao Niu Lu shook his head heavily.

"Not the Mongols! No Mongols would dare to come to our territory to make trouble!"

Speaking kung fu, the banner that resisted in front of the cavalry team, Lao Niu Lu finally saw it clearly, his eyelids couldn't help twitching suddenly, and the corners of his mouth trembled.

"The cavalry of the King of Mao Yan of the Dongjiang River! They're starting to fight!"

Historically, the Northern Wei Dynasty, which was founded by the Xianbei people of the grassland people, had its biggest enemies become the Rouran people of the same grassland people, and it seems that there are always barbarian peoples from the north who have become a threat to the farming peoples of the Central Plains.

Today, the Dongjiang occupies the birthplace of this barbarian people, and it seems that the Han people of the Dongjiang River have now taken the place of this role.

"His grandfather, these dogs and Tartars attacked the border a while ago, but they gnawed a lot of our green seedlings, and they still have the courage to farm here leisurely, brothers, let's also get off the horse!"

Confucius said: How can we repay virtue with virtue? Repay grievances directly! Repay virtue with virtue! The cavalry of the Dongjiang River couldn't tell the difference between the Mongol Jianzhou Jurchens, and the one with a braid was not a good person anyway! How did the Horqin people play on the land of the Dongjiang River last year, this time these Songnen soldiers played as they were, and in the shouting and scolding of the garrison, the Dongjiang garrison cavalry who rushed to the attack laughed and dismounted, and put the horses in the fields on both sides of the road.

is also a farming nation, and the crops in the field are the meat of the heart! In the eyes of those Jurchens in the wooden village, whose eyes were red and dripping with blood, the Horqin war horses captured by the Dongjiang River were familiar with the road and gnawed on the sweet wheat stalks, and after a while, a large field had already gnawed the roots left.

"Ming dog, I'm fucking chopping you guys!"

The same thing happened to the head, and the same Jurchens couldn't sit still, and several Jurchen prime-aged bannermen had red eyes, and they wanted to rush out with bows and screams, but they were blocked at the door of the village, and Lao Niu really refused to let go no matter what.

"I'll keep the old man safe, and no one is allowed to go out!"

"Ezhen, they will let the horses gnaw the fields again!"

"Lao Tzu is not blind, it's not that he doesn't know!"

"Without the crops in the field, how can I live this year!"

At the door, in the fierce quarrel, there was almost no chaos, but this kung fu, a sharp and excited shout rang out at the edge of the stockade.

"Aza made a mistake!"

"The warriors of our stockade have gone to war!"

The head was sung, and the old Niu Lu really couldn't care about competing with these stunned young people, and even the rolling and crawling quickly ran up the wall and looked down, seeing that the little Tartar who was still listening to his teachings in the yard just now took a few partners, carrying a bow and arrow, and didn't know when to slip out, and rushed out violently, and the old Niu Lu was really almost not paralyzed and sat on the ground.

"Come back soon!"

Lao Niu Lu has not finished an important lesson, that is, compared with the weak Ming people in Guannai, the Ming people in Dongjiang are not a kind of people at all!

"Phew! The bright dog on that side! Hurry up and kneel down to grandpa and beg for mercy, and then compensate dozens of flower girls like Xiaocui, and ask for five hundred taels of silver, grandpa will spare you, otherwise, grandpa will slaughter you all! Throw the carcasses into the mountains and feed them to the wolves!"

It's really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and he doesn't know it, the little tartar rushed to the front, putting on a fierce appearance, just roaring there, and the bow and arrow in his hand were still waving up and down, but this scene, in the eyes of those Dongjiang cavalry, was like a monkey!

"Hiss...... what is this dog tartar calling?"

Confused, the Dongjiang garrison turned his head in astonishment and asked, and on the side, President Tuntian Qian was also confused, shaking his head in confusion.

"We don't know! What should I do, my lord? ”

"Damn, what else should I do, it's all slaughtered!"

This is better than anything else, with a roar, the thousand general farts didn't let go of one more, and rushed out first with a horse pistol, followed by more than a dozen Dongjiang cavalry who also let out excited shouts and followed.

This seems to be different from what Amma said! Halfway through the run, seeing the fierce Dongjiang cavalry coming, the little Tartar's head was a little too tall to turn, and he didn't even pull the bow, he actually turned his head a little stunned, looked towards the stockade, and in his eyes, it was his father's old Niu Lu who was waving his hand heartbreakingly.

Come back, little brute!

This is the last impression of the little Tartar, who has been fighting rabbits in the grassland for a year, and the Dongjiang Qianqian is familiar with the end of the gun squinting, and when a gunshot sounds, the bare head with the tail of the money rat exploded directly.

"Drink! Hah!"

There is no difference between the frightened Jianzhou Jurchen and the old peasants of the Central Plains, they also turn their heads and run back, and the Dongjiang knights with sabers are no different from the Mongolian Tatars, and the knives are also slashing down excitedly, and it is a bloody massacre in front of this Kuandian village.

"Amma! Help me! ”

The last impulsive little Tartar fled to the front of the stockade, but was hit in the leg by the arrow buckshot that came from behind, and the Qing people on the wooden stockade and the dense probe on the wall of the wall were like no one, and the Dongjiang rider with a cruel smile turned over and dismounted, and in the miserable cry for help of the Jurchen, he directly drew the knife pen on his smooth neck.

With a click, blood splattered and heads fell to the ground.

In the seventh year of Chongzhen, the Houjin army plundered a large number of people in the Central Plains, passing through Dai County, robbers asked for help from the city, but the weak officers and soldiers did not even dare to put an arrow, this time, the position of the two sides was reversed, watching the Dongjiang knights so leisurely leave the heads of the young people in their own villages, on the top of the stockade, more than 20 bannermen in armor also did not dare to speak, for fear of provoking these evil gods to their own village.

This leisurely grazing lasted for a long time, before sunset, these uninvited guests were satisfied with their heads, with the well-fed war horses and walked away, these big-mouthed monsters are really full of lethality, the green seedlings of hundreds of acres of Kuandian Fort were eaten more than half, and the ground was like a dog gnawing it, uneven.

The crops that had worked hard for more than two months were ruined! I don't know if it's too late to replant this year, and besides, God knows if these evil stars will come next time.

However, the crowd shouted and scolded in horror, but Lao Niu Lu couldn't take care of it anymore, kneeling next to the body of the little Tartar, Lao Niu Lu was really in tears, and raised his hands miserably.

"Immortal, why are you so cruel?"

…………

Kuandian Fort is not a special case, anyway, the boring people guarding the border are about to fade out, where to graze is not to herd? In just half a month, on the border line of the Songhua River between the Dongjiang River and the Qing State, more than 20 cavalry regiments and tens of thousands of Xiaogu cavalry were scattered like locusts, and the Dongjiang battle situation in the 14th year of Chongzhen was completely reversed.

No Qing shop escaped the infestation of this group of locusts, following the Mongolian way of life, and Mao Jue also gave a year to attack the border.

The military newspaper that urgently asked for help also flew into the Shengjing Forbidden City like snowflakes.

…………

In the past few days, the Ten Kings Temple in front of the Shengjing Imperial Palace has been very lively these days, and in the Qing Kingdom, whether it is the surrendered military attache of the Ming Dynasty, or the children of Aixin Jueluo's own clan, there is an endless stream.

Hong Chengchou was imprisoned there, this was the first time that the Qing army captured such a big official of the Ming Empire, and Huang Taiji ordered that those who could recruit Hong Chengchou would be rewarded with a thousand taels!

It's a pity that this Hong Chengchou is like Wang Ba's iron heart after eating the scales, and he scolds while going on a hunger strike! Regardless of the Manchu and Han ministers, they were all scolded, and several hot-tempered people wanted to use knives, and this Hong Chengchou stalked his neck like he couldn't ask for death, so that the Jurchen rude people couldn't get off the stage, and things froze.

This is even Huang Taiji's favorite minister, the university scholar Fan Wencheng has been dispatched, it seems that he is in a very relaxed mood, he has been in for a long time, with spit on his face, he hummed a small tune and entered the palace, and when he entered, he gave Huang Taiji a big horse.

"The slave greets the emperor!"

"Get up!"

was obviously restless, and Huang Taiji's response voice was full of lack of qi and weakness.

"Fan Aiqing, Hong Chengchou promised to surrender?"

"Back to the master, no, but it's not far away!"

Extremely excited, Fan Wencheng was anxious and happy and couldn't stop kowtowing.

"Master, this slave is talking to Hong Chengchou about the past and now, a piece of swallow dung fell on the placket of his clothes, and he was busy brushing it away at this time, and he still cherished his clothes so much, how could such a person spare his life?"

"As long as time passes, this Hong Chengchou will definitely return to my Qing Dynasty!"

"Master?"

He said excitedly, but Huang Taiji didn't seem to be happy, and when he saw Fan Wencheng, he couldn't help but kneel straight.

"Oh!"

Only then did he react like that, Huang Taiji nodded perfunctorily: "Fan Qing's family has worked hard!"

"Someone, give the recent military report to Fan Qing's family to read, I also want the Qing family to give me advice!"

The little eunuch carefully took the thing from the dragon case and handed it down, opened it with curiosity, and at the first glance, Fan Wencheng shuddered.

"This !!"

(End of chapter)