The Dongjiang Army has experienced hundreds of battles, and even if it faces hundreds of thousands of Qing troops, it is not a problem. However, unknown things are the most feared. Along the way, the territory of the Qing Kingdom is like a cemetery, and there is not a single Tunpu for dozens of miles. There is still an empty city here, and you can still hear a faint ghost cry. The atmosphere is so depressing.

Seeing the city gate being pushed open, the nearby avant-garde troops raised all the rifles, and even Mao Jue couldn't help swallowing.

Wouldn't there be a bunch of zombies coming out?

Just as a group of people were eyeing each other, the figures of several braided soldiers finally came into Mao Jue's eyes. Then, a scholar wearing a melon-shaped hat, a green brocade outer vest, and a bright yellow jacket wrapped in a bright yellow jacket, came out from the city gate in full spirit.

Judging from his appearance, it was as if the enemy was already at the city, but welcoming the triumphant army.

It was actually a big traitor Fan Wencheng.

"Master General?"

The personal guard, holding a rifled flintlock rifle, turned around and shouted inquiring. He pinched the short beard on his chin and thought for a while, but Mao Jue nodded.

"Let him come."

The Dongjiang Knight in front put down his gun and spread out to both sides. Then the two strongmen came over. Fan Wencheng wanted to show off his chest and walk over with a pretentious attitude, but he couldn't stand him. The two Dongjiang Army Haixi Jurchens, who were more than 1.9 meters tall, handed over him and hugged him like a little chicken.

Now Dongjiang has an absolute advantage and has to be on guard against the rush of the Qing people. Although a traitor like Fan Wencheng is not loyal, he still needs to search for any human bomb. The two big men even took off his clothes to check for black lumps from pneumococcal to prevent a caterpillar from crawling on his feet and not biting people. He claims to be a gentleman. How can Fan Wencheng agree? Unfortunately, he, a scholar, tear up three times a day. The strong man who has been physically trained for twenty-five hours was pressed to the ground by two strong men and rubbed him. In that scene, if there are multiple grammars, there are multiple grammars.

After being tossed for a long time, all the gems on the hat were lost. He was used to getting clothes at home. A yellow jacket was worn in a crooked manner like a cock. Fan Wencheng was finally brought to Mao Jue, full of anger. He jumped his feet and shouted in anger.

"Is this Dongjiang's hospitality method?"

"You deserve to call a guest too? Kneel down!"

Unexpectedly, the one who was most angry this time was not Mao Jue, but Fan Wenju, the Prime Minister of Dongjiang who was responsible for the rear army to coordinate food and wages. The old scholar was also trembling with his beard and kicking the war horse to the front.

This time it was Fan Wencheng's turn to be surprised. Looking at his old face, he screamed in shock.

"Cousin!"

This title really made everyone turn their heads incredibly, and their faces were extremely hard to see. They stared at the Ming traitor hatred. Fan Wenju immediately turned over and got off the horse, knelt heavily in front of Mao Jue's horse, turned over and kowtowed.

"Grandmaster, the old minister is guilty! This unfaithful and unfilial person is the descendant of the Fan family of Shenyang. After the Shenyang Guard fell, I fled to Shandong. Unexpectedly, this beast turned his back on his ancestral tomb and became a lackey of Jiannu. Please allow the old minister to kill this scum himself! After cleaning up the door, the old minister is willing to accept the disposal of the emperor!"

Mao Jue was really a little surprised. He used to think that his names were similar, but he didn't expect that the two of them had relatives. However, he knew Fan Wenju's character was the most upright person on weekdays and hated these Jianzhou Jurchens who seized his territory. If he had a strange intention, why would he become begging in Shandong for a living? With such a small relationship, Mao Jue naturally could not find anything wrong with him. Mao Jue was helpless to shake his head at the guards around him.

"Why don't you help Lord Fan up quickly! As the saying goes, oranges grow in Huainan, oranges grow in Huainan, and citrus are all different! The nine sons of Longsheng are different. It's nothing to have an unfilial son and a scum in a family! Lord Fan doesn't have to worry about it!"

"Scary unfilial son?"

Listening to Mao Jue's words of comfort, Fan Wencheng became angry, and pointed his hand at Fan Wen who was pulled up, raised his nose, and hummed disdainfully and arrogantly: "The court is indecent and dark! Officials are corrupt and dull! All of them are like a country that is destroyed. I abandon the darkness and turn to the light, support the ancestors and the Holy Emperor, and let the Fan family shine brightly. What's wrong with you? You, the 113 Fan family members who fled with you, now how many are there?"

"Things that are worse than beasts! You have read so many books of sages in vain! Lead beasts to eat people, dye your head red with the blood of millions of people in the dawn, and exchange your glory and wealth. The faces of the ancestors of the Fan family are thrown away by you! In the nine springs, what face do you have to meet the ancestors of the Fan family!"

His face was distorted in anger, and Fan Wenju also started to scream in anger, and even reached out to grab Fan Wencheng's collar. However, listening to his roar, Mao Jue couldn't help but sigh.

Loyalty also comes at a price. No wonder Fan Wenju hated Jiannu so much, more than 110 people! When Mao Jue found him in Shandong, he was alone.

"Enough!"

The guards separated the two of them. In Fan Wenju's glaring, Mao Jue raised the whip and pointed at Fan Wencheng's head very badly.

"Since you have chosen Jiannu Barbarians, you are no longer from my Chinese. Go back to the city! Wait for a fight with my army to the death. Lord Fan, then you want to clear this portal, and I allow you to fight in person!"

"Thank you, Mr. General!"

He bowed gratefully and looked at Fan Wencheng who was stunned. His cousin who had taken a completely different path waved his sleeves fiercely.

"Come on! Drive it out!"

"Let's wait!"

He threw away the two Dongjiang Lis who were holding his sleeve in anger. Fan Wencheng also tore the mask of Swenwen and jumped and roared like a rural rogue.

"Mao Manzi, aren't you fake benevolence and righteousness, claiming to be the savior of the Liao people? Today I'm here to warn you! If you dare to advance another step, millions of Liao people will be killed because of you!"

"My Majesty has already deployed troops in Jinzhou Gaizhou. Indeed, Shengjing is empty, and only the old and weak of our clan are left. But as long as Shengjing falls, the troops in various places will slaughter! Even if you get Liaodong, there will be only a sea of ​​corpses and blood!"

"Hahaha, Mao Manzi, if you have the courage, you can attack the city!"

Fan Wencheng laughed unrestrainedly to the sky, and Mao Jue couldn't help but shake his body. After a while, the entire Dongjiang commander group also exploded, and angry screams and scolding sounded one after another. Shen Rong even reached out to pull out the knife, but was pulled by Song Xiance and pulled it back.

Amid the scolding, Mao Jue's eyes were also on fire. He never expected that the Qing people would be so shameless. No wonder the Qing army defending the outside of Shengjing pushed back. The rich Liaodong Plain has now become so empty. The Qing people drove all the Han people from Liaodong to the south. The Qing troops gathered near Ningyuan not to attack Shanhaiguan, but were prepared to lift the butcher knife high on the heads of the Han people in their territory at any time.

The army of a country has even fallen to the threat of taking the lives of its people. How deep is the rogue depravity?

However, after only a moment of anger, Mao Jue calmed down extremely calm again. Indeed, the Qing people's move was extremely shameless, but he had to admit that this made him hesitate. If he wanted to enter the pass, the wars he would go on in the future would be counted by hundreds of thousands or millions. He needed the Han people under the Qing Dynasty. Moreover, once the southern and western Liaoning were killed into a white land, there would be no possibility that Dongjiang would have enough people to fill the border in a short period of time. If Dongjiang wanted to enter the pass, it would be equivalent to extending the supply line by hundreds of kilometers.

This move is like the deterrence of the sword-holding man in "The Three-Body Problem". The deterrence of the earthlings is that if you want to kill me, I will detonate the sun and let the two civilizations be destroyed together! The deterrence of the Qing people is that I can be slaughtered, so don't even think about entering the pass!

However, the situation has begun, and anger is useless now. What we have to think about is how to use the right one to be a qualified superior. In the shock of Fan Wencheng, Mao Jue quickly calmed down, and at the same time suddenly raised his right hand and looked at his slap. The group of officers who were originally in a state of anger actually became quiet in an instant.

"What are the conditions for the Qing Dynasty?"

"My Majesty invites the governor to gather in Shirenshan to discuss the peace agreement between the two countries!"

"impossible!"

Listening to Fan Wencheng's proud words, Fan Wenju roared angrily again. In front of him was Shenyang Guard, but his hometown, the center of many Ming people in Liaodong. Seeing that the recovery was approaching, how could he accept it if the effort failed?

Unfortunately, Mao Jue once again reached out to stop him.

He turned over and stood in front of the Dongjiang Officer's Corps with a gloomy face. The murderous intent in his eyes made Fan Wencheng feel cold on his back. As he shivered, Mao Jue snorted gloomyly.

"Tomorrow at noon, Shirenshan will be gone! But I will tell your master that there is no peace between Dongjiang and you Jiannu!"

"Take him out!"

Once again, he was dragged out by two strongmen on his shoulders and dragged them a few meters away. Fan Wencheng then woke up from Mao Jue's murderous intent. In order to save face, he forced himself to jump and shout.

"Mao Manzi, you have thought about it. You must dare to do it! My master will burn Liaodong to a piece of white ground, and you can wait!!!"

The embarrassing figure rolled back to the city. The Qing army no longer used empty plans. They pushed the gate and creaked and closed it. Seeing the street behind the door disappearing from their sight little by little, their faces were extremely gloomy. Mao Jue snorted coldly and turned around, walking backwards while waving his hand and commanding.

"Retreat troops, set up camp, and put the cannons in front!"

"I will obey the order!"

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Through a city wall, the two armies confronted each other nervously. As the sun gradually rose, the fate of one Sun Twilight Empire and another rising empire began. At noon, on the Shiren Mountain, four evil dragon flags of the Eight Banners of the Qing army had densely filled the East Mountain Pavilion. Along the winding mountain road, hundreds of guards with revolvers were following the left and right. Mao Jue had a gloomy face and climbed up the mountain.

At the entrance of the pavilion, Fan Wencheng had been waiting there for a long time. When he saw the Dongjiang team coming up, he held his fists arrogantly.

"The supervisor has invited me, my Majesty has been waiting for a long time!"
Chapter completed!