Hearing the roar of a tiger behind him, Dorgon took the tiger gun from a white-armored soldier and walked to the trap. He saw a tiger trapped in the trap with an arrow blinded by an arrow. Dorgon stretched out his tiger gun and teased him a few times in front of the tiger.

The tiger, whose eyes could no longer see the target, heard the sound and opened its mouth wide. Dorgon took advantage of the moment when the tiger opened its mouth and stabbed a tiger's gun into the tiger's mouth. The tiger's gun penetrated deep into the throat. The huge tiger weighing at least 600 kilograms struggled a few times and then died.

Dorgon laughed: "What a complete and undamaged tiger skin! There are no scars on the body, nor blood. Take this tiger skin back, but it's a treasure."

"My tiger! That's my tiger! That's the engagement gift I want to give to Unaji's house!" Sikteng struggled desperately to stand up, but the three white-Arga Bayala actually felt it was difficult to hold him down!

"What is he talking about?" Dorgon couldn't understand the young man's words, so he asked the three white-armored soldiers.

A white-armored soldier turned around and said, "Master Beile, he is talking, that's his tiger." When the white-armored soldier spoke, he did not dare to let go of his hands at all. The savage boy who was pressed down by him was extremely powerful, and both white-armored soldiers could not help him.

"So it's an engagement gift," Dorgon nodded, "You ask him, where is his tribe? Let's visit."

The white-armed soldier asked Xiketeng, but he couldn't get the answer Dorgon wanted. The young man kept silent and just looked at them with anger.

"This is our Master Beile! Don't be ungrateful!" A white-armored soldier was furious and knocked Sikteng's head with the hilt of the knife, knocking him out.

Another white-armored soldier said: "Mr. Beile, we have too few people. These savages are still full of hostility towards us. If we rashly enter the mountains and forests that are not familiar with our terrain, it may be difficult for them to escape once they are attacked."

"Well, let's go around nearby and catch more Jurchens and go back." Dorgon nodded.

Sikteng was tied up by five flowers. A white-armored soldier summoned more than a dozen white-armored soldiers, pulled up the dead tiger in the trap, peeled off a complete tiger skin, and picked the tiger bones, put them in a bag and took them away. The tiger bones can be used to soak in wine, which is the best medicinal wine.

Dorgon took the white-armored soldiers to wander the mountains and forests. After a short while, he captured six powerful Jurchens. Along the way, the white-armored soldiers dug up a wild mountain ginseng and hunted a big brown bear with a thousand pounds. The bear paws were cut off and the bear skin was peeled off by the white-armored soldiers. The meat on the brown bear was cut off one by one and was about to take it back to make bear oil. Bear oil not only tastes particularly fragrant when stir-frying, but also can be used as medicine.

"The brown bear's paw is not as good as the black bear's paw." Dorgon said.

"Master Beller, it's better to have it than not."

As the sky was about to dark, Dorgon and his twelve white-armored soldiers escorted seven prisoners, carrying tiger skins, bear skins, bear paws, bear meat, wild mountain ginseng and other items, walked out of the mountains and forests.

By a stream, the Qing army set up a small military camp by the stream. The Qing soldiers scattered around came back one after another. Each team of Qing soldiers returned with full loads. Some carried the Jurchen prisoners, and some carried their prey and returned to the military camp one after another.

It was already dark, and bonfires were lit in the Qing army camp. The chef brought by Dorgon began to get busy. He put bear meat in the pot and boiled bear oil. Then the venison meat was placed in the pot, and the air immediately wafted out an attractive fragrance. Several white-armored soldiers and the chef started to work together, removed the hair of the bear paw, applied soy sauce, salt, wine and other condiments, wrapped it with lotus leaves, covered it with yellow mud, and threw the wrapped bear paw into the fire.

Several white-armored soldiers walked back from the riverside downstream with fishing nets. The basket contained fat big fish, including salmon, sturgeon, cold water mandarin fish and other precious cold water fish. They walked back to the military camp, killed the fish, and put them in an iron pot to cook.

The iron pot is braised with deer tendon meat and deer tendons; the casserole is stewed with pheasant, skirt edges, and erectus mushrooms; the salmon is stewed with cold water mandarin fish in the steamer, and the bear's paw is roasted in the bonfire.

"Master Beile, the food is ready." A white-armored soldier stepped forward and said.

Dorgon walked out, and the wine table had been set up in the central army's tent. Several Ahas shuttled back and forth, bringing plates of precious mountain delicacies to the table.

"Invite the young man who caught the tiger in," said Dorgon.

After a while, Xiketeng was taken into Dorgon's central army tent.

"Yes, what a good man!" Dorgon patted Xiketeng on the shoulder, turned his head to Baijiabing and said, "Will you loosen your ties?"

"Master Beller, this guy is so awesome! If he loosens his ties, he will run away by accident! We finally caught him."

"Let go, so many of you can still let him run away, that's useless!" Dorgon shouted loudly. He loved this young man very much. He was strong and powerful, and his archery skills were particularly accurate. It could be seen from his two arrows shooting the tiger with two eyes. As long as this person was given a good set of equipment, he would definitely be the best Batulu.

Baijiabayala dared not disobey and loosened the rope for Sikteng.

Dorgon asked, "What's your name?"

A white-armored soldier translated Dorgon's words to Xiketeng: "Our Master Beile asked you what your name is."

"Master Beller? What is Master Beller?" Sikteng asked in confusion.

"I am the high-ranking official of our Qing Dynasty!"

"Is it bigger than our tribe leader?"

"Of course! Mr. Beile has twenty-five Niulus under his command, and each Niulu is really equivalent to your tribe leader! Our people under Master Beile are so many of your twenty-five tribes."

"Tell Mr. Baylor, my name is Sikten. But I hope Mr. Baylor can promise me something."

The white-armored soldier reported to Dorgon: "Mr. Beile, his name is Xiketeng, but he hopes we can agree to his request."

"Ask him what the requirements are."

Baijiabing asked Sikten: "Our Master Beile asked you what is your requirement?"

Sikten said: "That tiger skin is a gift I want to give to Unaji's father, and it is an engagement gift for Unaji and I. I hope you can return it to me."

The white armored soldier translated Xiketeng's words to Dorgon. After hearing this, Dorgon laughed: "Tell him that as long as he follows me, he will become a hero of the Qing Dynasty like you! He will soon become a Niu Luezhen! Niu Luezhen is as big as their tribe leader. When that day comes, are you still afraid that his Unaji will not follow him?"

After listening to the translation of the White Armored Soldier, Sikten asked again: "Master Beller, I can go with you, but can you send the tiger skin to Unaji's house? Call Unaji over, I want her to go with me."

"Master Beile, he still wants to be a tiger skin. Let us send it to Wu Naji's house as an engagement gift, and then call Wu Naji over and go with him. But what we need now is a strong man. It's useless to bring one more woman with him." The white-armored soldier said to Dorgon.

Dorgon paused for a moment and said decisively: "Promise him! He is a rare warrior! Why should Benbeile cherish a tiger skin if he can get such a warrior?"

After hearing the words of the White Armored Soldier, Sikteng quickly knelt on the ground: "Thank you, Master Beile, as long as Unaji can go with me, I am willing to do anything for Master Beile!"

Not long after, after training, Sikteng also put on triple thick armor and became a white armored bayala.

While Huang Taiji arranged for Dorgon to capture the birth Jurchens to replenish the population, he also urged Kong Youde and others to cast new artillery.

On the shooting range outside Shengjing City, there were two Chongzhen three-pound field cannons. Huang Taiji pointed at these two cannons at Kong Youde, Shang Kexi and others and said, "Three dear friends, these are artillery captured by my Qing Dynasty from the Ming army. They called it three-pound field cannons. Have you ever seen such cannons?"

"Emperor," Kong Youde shook his head, "When I was in the Ming Dynasty, I only saw the Folang machine, the tiger squat cannon, the general cannon and the red barbarian cannon. As for the field cannon, we have never seen it."

"Then you try it. How about this kind of cannon than yours?" Huang Taiji greeted.

Kong Youde stepped forward to ask the captured Ming army gunners: "You try firing this kind of cannon for us to see! If the emperor is happy, I will raise the flag for you and give you half a future!"

"The villain is willing to serve the adults." Several prisoners quickly knelt down and thanked.
Chapter completed!