In Gyeongyang Palace in Seoul, North Korea, the low-ranking officers of the Eight Banners, the soldiers of the Eight Banners, the banner people, and the clothed minions were busy packing their bags and preparing to leave the Gyeongyang Palace, where they had lived for two and a half years. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Shengjing general Dadu Golden Sword sat on the throne, and he had been sitting on the throne of the former Korean king under his buttocks, and this throne was made of imitation of the dragon chair, and it was also the dragon chair of the five-clawed dragon, but it was slightly lower, so it was not arrogance. Dadu has been sitting on this cottage dragon chair for two years, and he is really reluctant to leave today.

"Master, since you are reluctant to give up this throne, then the minions pack the throne and take it with you." A loyal servant came up and said a word of flattery.

"Slap" slapped the minion in the face, only to hear Dadu roar: "Dog minion! This is a five-clawed dragon seat! Although it is a little smaller, but bring it back to the gate, does Lao Tzu dare to sit? Think about it! ”

Li Jiheng, the general of the North Korean Green Battalion, who was standing at the foot of the steps, walked up and saluted: "Dashuai, the last general is here to obey orders, I don't know if Dashuai has any other orders?" ”

Li Jiheng didn't dare to call himself a slave, he had also learned from others to call himself a slave before, but after being slapped a few times before and after Dadu, he understood that he was not qualified to call himself a slave, and only the officials of the Eight Banners of North Korea could call themselves slaves.

"Go down! Pack your belongings and get ready to go! Dadu raised his hand and sent Li Jiheng away like a dirt dog.

When Li Jiheng retreated, Dadu raised his head, glanced at Jingyang Palace, and sighed: "This Jingyang Palace, although it is a little dilapidated, but the old man has lived here for two and a half years, and he is really reluctant to leave today!" ”

In the camp of the Qing army in Seoul, the Eight Banners were full of banners, and he commanded his subordinates to pack their luggage. The Qing soldiers in the camp were busy, pulling out the camp and carrying boxes of goods onto the carts. From time to time, Etuhun called Zhang Asi, the leader of the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, and yelled at him, and after Zhang Asi turned around, he yelled at the people of the Eight Banners of North Korea.

Looking at the busy North Korean Eight Banners, Zhang Asi's heart was full of pride, he was a leader of the Han Eight Banners, although his status was not as good as the Eight Banners of Manmeng, but in front of the Eight Banners of North Korea, he was superior.

"Zhang Ah Si!" Over there, Etu Hun was shouting again.

"The minions are here! I don't know what the master commands? Hearing Etuhun's shout, Zhang Asi hurriedly walked over.

"Zhang Asi, go check how much grain and grass has been loaded!" Etuhun ordered.

"Wow!" Zhang Asi retreated.

Zhang Asi walked up to a leader of the North Korean Eight Banners and shouted: "Kim Sung-joo!" ”

"Wow!" This leader of the Eight Banners of North Korea, who has the same name and surname as a celebrity in later generations, named Kim Sung-joo, hurriedly knelt on the ground and made a thousand, "The slave is here!" I don't know what you have to say, master? ”

"You take someone and go and check how much grain is left in the warehouse, and how much grain is loaded into the truck! Check it out, register it, and send it to me! Zhang Asi gave the order triumphantly.

"Wow!" Jin Chengzhu hit a thousand and hurriedly retreated.

After Kim Sung-joo retreated, he pointed fingers at his group of North Korean Eight Banners: "You minions, hurry up!" Slow down, the master is not happy! ”

After about half a day, Jin Chengzhu came back, knelt on the ground and made a thousand: "Master, everything you told the servants to do has been done, please take a look." ”

After that, Jin Chengzhu took out a stack of account books from his sleeves and presented them with respectful hands: "Master, the account books for the grain out of the warehouse and the loading of the trucks you want, the minions have already done it for you." ”

"Hmmm! You're a good and faithful minion! Zhang Asi nodded with satisfaction.

Zhang Asi took the account book of grain and grass registered by Jin Chengzhu, walked to Etuhun, and presented it with respectful hands.

Etuhun opened the account book, glanced at it, and nodded with satisfaction: "Zhang Asi, good job!" ”

The time of departure was getting closer and closer, and the Manchurian-Mongolian-Han Eight Banners, the Korean Eight Banners, and the Korean Green Battalion began to make final preparations. The tents were all put away and loaded onto carts, as were all kinds of baggage and supplies. In this expedition, in addition to the 20,000 Manchurian and Han Eight Banners, there were also 50,000 Korean Eight Banners, 120,000 Korean Green Battalions, and the Qing army also recruited 200,000 Korean people.

It's already March, and the temperature around Seoul is rising, and it's very warm. However, after the Qing army entered the mountainous areas of northern Korea, the climate here was still cold, and the temperature in northern Korea in the third lunar month was still very low.

Fortunately, in northern North Korea, there is still relatively little rain in the third lunar month, and it will not rain until after the fifth lunar month in northern Korea. The winter snow and ice have long since melted and merged into a stream of water that flows into the river. The originally muddy ground had dried out after being exposed to the sun, and the march at this time did not affect the march.

The Manchurian, Mongolian and Han Eight Banners drove the North Korean Eight Banners, and the North Korean Eight Banners drove the North Korean Green Battalion, which was like driving cattle and sheep, driving the Korean people, driving the carts, pushing the carts, and walking on the mountain roads in the north of the Korean Peninsula.

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In the fourth month of the lunar calendar, the north is in the south of Zhili, and the area of Quang Binh Province.

On the vast North China Plain, as far as the eye can see, a green wheat field, winter wheat has begun to set ears, and in one month, it is the season of winter wheat harvest.

"This year's wheat harvest is good!" Bahai, who was riding on a group of tall horses, pointed to the wheat field with a whip in his hand, "In another month, we will be able to do it!" Snatch all the wheat! Burn down the whole village, drive all the people south! Hum! When the time comes, millions of victims will go to the south to see what Wu Sangui's old dog will do! ”

He Ta said: "Expelling the victims and hindering Wu Sangui, this trick is also useful for Wu Laogou and Wang Wei." If it's against thieves, it's just giving them away! ”

"Yes!" Bahai nodded, "The thieves are ignoring the lives of the homeless people and expelling the homeless people to attack the city. This kind of thing, Wu Laogou and Wang Yi can't do it! ”

Sabu Su frowned: "Dashuai, but now it's not the past, now that sweet potatoes have arrived in the north, after the farmers have harvested winter wheat, they can also plant sweet potatoes, potatoes and corn, harvest these crops, and then plant winter wheat." If we snatch the wheat like this, we won't be able to harvest this year's sweet potatoes. The yield of sweet potatoes is extremely high, how much military ration can be provided! ”

Ba Hai sneered: "General Sabusu, do you think that before the sweet potato harvest, Wu Sangui will not be able to beat it?" ”

"The last general is not guaranteed!" Sabusu lowered his head, indicating that he could not answer.

"That's it!" Ba Hai sneered, "If you keep these barbarian farmers to grow sweet potatoes, won't they all be cheaper than Wu Sangui's old dog?" It's better that we rob the wheat and drive away the barbarian peasants! ”

"But the handsome, the emperor and the empress dowager are also ready to retreat outside the customs. When we go back to the customs, we have to take some barbarian peasants with us, right? Otherwise, who will farm for us? Drove everyone away, in case the emperor blames him? Sabsu asked.