It has been three months since Xiketeng was tied up to be incorporated into Dorgon's army. He has learned some simple Manchu language. In fact, Xiketeng and his own Ewenki language and Manchu language are both Tungusian languages. When he first came into contact with Manchu soldiers, he could not understand Dorgon and his Manchu language, but through contact, he realized that his language was similar to them. After learning for three months, he could have a simple communication with Dorgon and the others.

Xiketeng is still very grateful to Dorgon, the master. Dorgon not only returned the tiger skin to Xiketeng, but also helped him deliver the tiger skin to Wunaji's house, and took Wunaji out of the mountains and forests and temporarily placed it in a small town.

Xiketeng was very satisfied with the new home that Dorgon arranged for him in the town. The conditions were much better than those in the mountains and forests. He had his own yard, and there were several Ahas who did housework and did not need to do the chores by himself. In addition, there was a Han woman in the yard who was a maid who took care of him.

The Han maid was so delicate and tender that Sikteng felt a little moved. But others told him that the Nikan Han girl was a lowly slave and could play occasionally, but she could not marry her. Moreover, Sikteng also loved Unaji very much, so she did not attack the Han maid.

The courtyard in the town has already made Xiketeng very satisfied, but Dorgon told him that when he returns to Shengjing, the houses there will be bigger and more beautiful. Compared with Shengjing, such a small town is like underground and in the sky. This made Xiketeng very much look forward to it. Shengjing didn't know how prosperous it would be. Moreover, Dorgon also promised him that when he returns to Shengjing, he would give him more Aha, and in the future, he would have Aha farmed for him and fished for him. He didn't need to work, he just had to train every day.

Sikteng learned to ride a horse. Although his riding skills were not very good, he was a good seedling for martial arts. Under the guidance of several white-armored soldiers, Sikteng's horse riding skills were progressing very quickly.

"Xikteng, what are you thinking?" Dorgon asked with a smile when he saw Xikteng distracted.

"Master Beile, I'm wondering, when can we go back to Shengjing?"

"Hahaha!" Dorgon laughed, "Xikteng, are you so anxious to go back to Shengjing? As long as we complete the task given to us by the emperor, summon more warriors like you to come out and serve my Qing Dynasty, we will be able to go back soon."

Xiketeng quickly knelt down and said, "Master Beile, I know that after crossing the river, there is a larger tribe opposite, not far from the river. As long as we cross the river, we can find them. That tribe has at least more than 500 young and strong."

Dorgon turned his head and his eyes emitted a gleam: "Xikteng, do you know the way?"

"I know! I know how to go!"

Dorgon immediately ordered someone to raft. In the early morning of the next day, before dawn, Dorgon crossed the Songhua River with more than 100 white-armored soldiers.

The white-armored soldiers crossed the river, and under the leadership of Sikteng, quickly rushed towards the tribe less than two miles away from the river, and soon surrounded the tribe.

The Oroqen people in the tribe resisted for a while. They were no match for these white-armored soldiers at all. Their hunting bows were far less than those of the white-armored soldiers' strong bows. Even if they were shot, they could not shoot through the white-armored soldiers' armor. The white-armored soldiers hiding in the woods and shooting arrows were shot without any effort. Every arrow shot out could take a life.

"Listen to the people inside. If we surrender to us, we can guarantee that we will not kill you!" Dorgon ordered Xiketeng, who knew Oroqen, to shout to the village.

"Elder, let's give up resistance, we can't beat them at all." The young man in the tribe advised the tribe elders to give up their meaningless resistance.

The Oroqen people surrendered, and Dorgon took white-armored soldiers into the tribe.

"Dear soldiers, our small tribe has not offended you, why do you come to attack us?" the tribe elder walked out and asked.

"Kneel down!" Two white-armored soldiers pressed the elders of the tribe to the ground, "Will you kneel down when you see our Master Beile?"

"Master Beile, please be fine, let our tribe go." The elder kowtowed repeatedly.

Dorgon sneered: "Elder, we are preparing to fight against Korea in the east, but we lost too many young and strong people in the westward expedition to Mongolia. Now the Qing Dynasty urgently needs manpower. I hope the elders can let the tribe produce some brave soldiers to help us."

"Master Beile, fighting is not the strength of our Oroqen people, and my tribe members don't want to fight with others. I'm afraid we can't agree to this."

"Haha!" Dorgon smiled, and then his face became gloomy, "Elder, we are here today, not discussing with you. If you don't agree, you have to agree! Have you seen the 100 most elite warriors behind us? If you don't agree, I don't mind killing all the men in your tribe and kidnapping all the women."

The Oroqen people were scared by the white-armored soldiers. In just one battle, no one was injured or killed, and they lost more than 100 young and strong people. Thinking of the power of these white-armored soldiers, the elders of the tribe had to agree to Dorgon: "Master Beile, okay, the villain is willing to provide Master Beile with a hundred young and strong people to join the army."

"Only one hundred? Too few!" Dorgon said, pointing to the more than 400 young and strong people left in the tribe, "No matter how you say it, you can find two hundred people! We have worked so hard to cross the river, and it is too few that we only brought back one hundred people, right?"

"Then there are only one hundred and fifty people, and there is no more," the elder of the tribe knelt on the ground with a frown and begged, "Master Beile, if our youth goes too much, no one will work, and our women, children, old and weak don't live."

Dorgon sneered: "Didn't Benbeile come to bargain with you today? Didn't he leave two hundred young and strong people for you? If you don't agree, Benbeile immediately ordered all your men to be killed!"

In the end, the elder of the tribe had to bow his head and promised to go to join the army with two hundred young men.

Outside Shengjing City, Zhang Qinglin, the director of the Han Eight Banners, has not had a good life recently. Last time Dorgon and Yue Toh went west to Mongolia, he recruited a group of Aha to serve as auxiliary soldiers. However, when he was recruiting Aha to go on the Han Eight Banners, the Jurchens first conquered Aha from the Han Eight Banners, but their Jurchens' own Aha was kept.

Who knew that Zhang Qinglin's Aha was conquered to Mongolia but none of them came back.

"The family has more than 100 acres of land, but only two families can farm. How can I live in the future?" Zhang Qinglin sighed while smoking the Dadewang brand Huaiyu. His wife gave birth to a daughter for him. The family of six had to eat, drink, defecate and urinate, and all hoped that Aha would give him the harvest of farming. Liaodong is vast and sparsely populated, with a lot of land, but lacking manpower. If this continues, the high-end Dadewang brand Huaiyu can't afford it, and can only smoke the low-end Dadewang brand Jinyu. Although both Dadewang brand cigarettes, the taste of the two types of cigarettes is much worse.

"Dad, my son has grown up, and he can also farm." His son Zhang Youfu stepped forward and said.

Although Zhang Youfu is not Zhang Qinglin's biological son, he was pregnant when he bought his wife. He gave birth to this son shortly after he bought it. However, Zhang Qinglin treated this son as his biological son. Although Zhang Youfu was only six years old, he looked like a little adult.

"Son, what are you talking about? We are bannermen! How can bannermen farm? The work of farming should be done by those Han Nikan!" Zhang Qinglin scolded his son.

"But Dad, we don't even have enough Aha in our family. There are so many land in our family, who will plant it?"

Zhang Qinglin picked up his son: "Son, Dad is going to the east to fight in North Korea. When Dad goes to North Korea, he will catch a few more North Korean Aha to work for us!"
Chapter completed!