Not to mention the Eight Banners Cavalry, before the rebellion, Nurhaci's Jianzhou Wei Juzhen was already a genuine farming nation!

In the panic cry, the Qing people in Kuandian, Kuandian, were like the people in Dongjiang, Heilongjiang. With the chaotic sound of gongs, the working people in the fields fled back to the Mutou Village in horror. The armored soldiers in Niulu climbed up the Mutou Village with their bows and arrows anxiously.

Most of Niu Lu Qingshang followed Huang Taiji to attack the Guanning Jin defense line, and there were only more than 20 soldiers in the entire Niu Lu Qingshang Banner.

As they were nervously looking, the neat cavalry team whizzed down from the northwest and trampled on the sky, just like the arrival of the Bull Demon King.

"Mongol?"

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

"Not a Mongolian! No Mongolian dares to come to our Qing Dynasty territory to cause trouble!"

When he spoke, Lao Niulu finally saw clearly the banner that resisted the cavalry team. His eyelids couldn't help but twitched suddenly, and the corners of his mouth trembled.

"The cavalry of the Mao Yan King of Dongjiang! They actually started to fight!"

Historically, the Northern Wei Dynasty, established by the Xianbei people of the grassland nation, had its greatest enemy, but it became the Rouran people of the same grassland nation. It seemed that there were always barbaric nations from the north that became threats to the farming nations in the Central Plains.

Today, Dongjiang occupies the birthplace of this barbaric nation, and it seems that the Han people in Dongjiang have replaced this role now.

"His grandpa, these dogs and Tartars attacked the border a while ago, but they ate a lot of our green seedlings. They still have the courage to farm leisurely here. Brothers, let's dismount too!"

Confucius said: How to repay kindness with virtue? Repay grievance with righteousness with virtue! Repay kindness with virtue! The cavalry of Dongjiang cannot tell the difference between the Mongols Jianzhou Jurchens. Anyway, those who have a braid are not good people! Last year, how the Korqin people played on the land of Dongjiang, but now these Songnen garrisons played as they were. While the garrison was shouting and scolding, the cavalry of Dongjiang raided and got off their horses and put their horses into the fields on both sides of the road.

As a farmer, the crops in the fields are the flesh in their hearts! In the red and bloody eyes of the Jurchens in the wooden village, the Korqin war horses seized from Dongjiang were chewing sweet wheat straw seedlings. In a short while, a large field had already gnawed only the roots left.

"Minggou, I'll chop you up!"

The same thing came to his head, and the same Jurchens couldn't sit still. Several Jurchens' prime ministers were red in their eyes and screamed with bows and wanted to rush out, but when they were blocking the gate of the village, Lao Niu Lu'er really refused to let go no matter what.

"I'll stay well for the old man, no one is allowed to go out!"

"Well, they will let the horses ate the fields again!"

"I'm not blind, I don't know!"

"Without the crops in the fields, how can you live this year!"

At the door, there was almost a mess in the fierce quarrel, but at this moment, a sharp and excited scream rang out from the edge of the village.

"Aza made a mistake!"

"The warriors in our village are on the battlefield!"

After a moment of his head, Lao Niu Lue really didn't care about competing with these naughty young people. He rolled and crawled and ran up the village wall and looked down. He saw the little Tartar who was still listening to his teachings in the yard, and slipped out with a few friends, carrying a bow and arrow at some point, and rushed out in a fierce manner. Lao Niu Lue really sat on the ground without any limp.

"Come back soon!"

The important lesson of Lao Niulu has not finished yet, that is, compared with the weak Ming people in the pass, the Ming people in Dongjiang are not a kind of person at all!

"Ha! Ming Gouzi on that side! Hurry up and knelt down to his grandfather and beg for mercy, and then compensate dozens of flower girls like Xiao Cui, and you will still beg for 500 taels of silver. Grandpa will spare you, otherwise, Grandpa will kill you all! Throw the bodies into the mountains to feed the wolf!"

The newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and he doesn't know that the little Tartar rushed in front, posing in a fierce look, and roaring there, while the bow and arrows at hand are still waving up and down, but this scene, in the eyes of the Dongjiang cavalry, was like playing a monkey!

"Hiss..., what is this dog Tartar barking?"

Confused, the Dongjiang Guard turned his head in shock and asked. Aside from, Qian Zongze, the Tuntian, was also confused and shook his head in confusion.

"We don't know either! Sir, what should we do?"

"Mom, what else can I do? I've slaughtered it!"

This is better than anything else. With a whistling sound, Mr. Qian didn't even say anything more. He rushed out with a rifle and followed him with a rush. Then more than a dozen Dongjiang cavalrymen also shouted excitedly.

This seemed different from what Ama said to be a coward! Halfway through, seeing the fierce Dongjiang cavalry coming towards him, the little Tatar's head was a little too big to turn, and he didn't even pull the bow. He turned his head in surprise and looked at the village. Wherever he saw, his father, the old Niu Lu, was waving his hands heart-wrenchingly.

Little beast is back soon!

This was the last impression of the little Tartar. After fighting a rabbit in the grassland for a year, Dongjiang Qianzong was familiar with the gun and narrowed his eyes. With a bang, the bare head with the rat tail with money exploded.

"Drink! Ha!"

The frightened Jianzhou Jurchens were no different from the old peasants in the Central Plains. They also turned around and ran back. The Dongjiang Knights with sabers were no different from the Mongolian Tartars. They also chopped down excitedly with sabers. In front of the Kuandian Village, it was a bloody massacre.

"Ama! Save me!"

The last impulsive little Tartar escaped to the village, but was hit on the leg by the lead arrow shot from behind. Opposite the wooden village and the Qing people who were protruding their heads on the walls were as if no one was there. The Dongjiang rider with a grim smile turned over and dismounted. In the Jurchens' shrill call for help, they directly drew the knife on his bare neck.

A flash of blood splattered everywhere and the head fell to the ground.

In the seventh year of Chongzhen, the Later Jin troops plundered a large number of people in the Central Plains. When they passed by Dai County, they robbed people to ask for help from the city wall, but the weak official army did not even dare to release a single arrow. Now, the positions of both sides were reversed. Seeing the Dongjiang Knights leisurely leaving the young people in their village, there were about twenty flag-teachers wearing armor on the village, as well as the 20 people wearing armor dared not say anything, for fear of provoking these evil gods to their village.

This leisurely grazing lasted for half a day. Before sunset, these uninvited guests were satisfied and carried their heads and fed with their full war horses. These big-mouthed monsters were really lethal. More than half of the seedlings in hundreds of acres of Kuandian Castle were eaten, and the fields were as if they were gnawed like dogs.

The crops that have been working hard for almost two months have been destroyed! I don’t know if it’s too late to replant this year. Besides, God knows whether these evil stars will come next time.

However, the crowd was screaming in horror, but Lao Niulu could no longer care about it. He knelt next to the little Tartar's corpse. Lao Niulu was so full of tears that he raised his hands miserably.

"Changshengtian, why are you so cruel?"

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Kuandian Fort is not an exception. Anyway, those who are bored guarding the border are almost fading out. Where to grazing, aren’t they going? In just half a month, on the border line of Songhua River bordering the Qing Dynasty, more than 20 cavalry regiments and tens of thousands of young ladies were scattered out like locusts. In the 14th year of Chongzhen, the battle situation in Dongjiang was completely reversed.

No Qing people's shop escaped the invasion of these locusts and imitated the lifestyle of the Mongolians, and Mao Jue also came to attack the border every year.

The military newspapers that were in urgent need of help also flew into the Forbidden City in Shengjing like snowflakes.

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In the past few days, the Ten Kings Temple in front of the Shengjing Palace has been very lively these days. In the Qing Dynasty, whether it was the surrendered civil and military officials of the Ming Dynasty, or the children of Aisin Gioro's own royal family.

Hong Chengchou was imprisoned there. This was the first time that the Qing army had captured such a large official from the Ming Empire. Huang Taiji ordered that those who could surrender Hong Chengchou would be rewarded with a thousand taels!

Unfortunately, Hong Chengchou was just like a turtle who was determined to eat weights. He was on a hunger strike while cursing! No matter the Manchu and Han ministers, they were all scolded. Several of them had a hot temper and wanted to use their knives. Hong Chengchou was like he was seeking death, making even the vulgar Jurchens unable to get out of the stage, and the matter froze.

Today, even Huang Taiji's favorite minister and Grand Secretary Fan Wencheng was out, and he seemed to be in a relaxed mood. After entering for a long time, he had spit on his face. He hummed a little tune and entered the palace. When he went in, he came to Huang Taiji to have a big party.

"I pay homage to the Emperor!"

"Get up!"

It was obvious that he was restless, and Huang Taiji responded that he was inadequate and weak in his voice.

"Fan Aiqing, did Hong Chengchou agree to surrender?"

"Go back to the master, there is no, but it's not far away!"

Extremely excited, Fan Wencheng was so quick and happy that he kept kowtowing.

"Master, when a slave today talks with Hong Chengchou about the past and present, a piece of swallow feces fell on his clothes. At this time, he was busy brushing away. He cherished his clothes so much, so how could such a person spare his life?"

"As long as time goes by, Hong Chengchou will definitely surrender to our Qing Dynasty!"

"master?"

He spoke excitedly, but Huang Taiji seemed not happy that way. Seeing Fan Wencheng was shocked and couldn't help but kneel straight.

"oh!"

As soon as he realized that, Huang Taiji nodded perfunctorily: "Thank you for your hard work in Fan Qing's family!"

"Come here, I will report the nearest military report to Fan Qing's family. I will also ask your family to give me some advice!"

The little eunuch carefully took the thing from the Long table and handed it down. He opened it with curiosity. At first glance, Fan Wencheng shivered.
Chapter completed!