Beiyang new warlord

"Let him come over."

The Dongjiang knights in front put down their guns and spread out to both sides, followed by two wrestlers to meet them.Fan Wencheng still wanted to walk over with his chest up and his head up, but there was no room for him. Two Dongjiang Army Haixi Jurchen with a height of more than 1.9 meters directly held his arms and handed him a chicken. come over.

Now that Dongjiang has an absolute advantage, we have to guard against the Qing people's dog jumping over the wall. Although a traitor like Fan Wencheng is not loyal, he still needs to search for any body bombs. The two big men even took off his clothes to check if there is any. Black lumps of pneumonic plague, prevent caterpillars from crawling on the feet, don’t bite anyone, claim to be an elegant person, how can Fan Wencheng agree, it’s a pity that he is a scholar and eats three meals a day, physical training 25 The young strong man was rubbed against the ground by two wrestlers. That scene, if you want to be as strong as you are, you can have as much as you want.

After being tossed about for a long time, all the gemstones on the hat were lost, and he was used to reaching out for his clothes at home, and a yellow mandarin jacket was worn crookedly like a drowned rat. Finally, Fan Wencheng was brought in front of Mao Jue, full of anger, he It was angrily jumping up and down and shouting.

"Is this Dongjiang's way of hospitality?"

"Are you worthy of being a guest? Get down on your knees!"

Unexpectedly, it was not Mao Jue who was the most angry this time, but Fan Wenju, Prime Minister of Dongjiang who was in charge of coordinating the food and pay for the rear army.

This time it was Fan Wencheng's turn to be surprised, looking at his old face, he let out a cry of astonishment.

"Cousin!"

This title really made everyone turn their heads in disbelief, their face was extremely ugly, staring at this big Ming traitor with hatred, Fan Wenju immediately got off his horse, knelt heavily in front of Mao Jue's horse, turned over and kowtowed.

"General, this old minister is guilty! This unfaithful and unfilial person is the descendant of my Fan family in Shenyang. After the fall of Shenyang Wei, I fled to Shandong. I didn't expect this beast to turn his back on his ancestral grave and shamelessly become a running dog of Jiannu. Please allow me The old minister personally killed this scum! After cleaning up the house! The old minister is willing to accept the disposal of the general!"

Mao Jue was really surprised. He just thought that the names were similar, but he didn't expect that the two of them were actually related. However, he knew Fan Wenju's character. He was the most upright and upright character in his daily life, and he especially hated these Jianzhou Jurchens who took over his territory. If he had a different intention, why would he end up begging in Shandong for a living? With such a small relationship, Mao Jue naturally couldn't find any fault with him. Mao Jue shook his head helplessly at the guards around him.

"Hurry up and help Master Fan up! As the saying goes, oranges grow in Huainan, oranges grow in Huaibei, and oranges grow in Huaibei! Even though the nine sons of Longsheng are different, it's okay for a family to have an unfilial son and a scum! Don't worry about it, Master Fan!"

"Scum and unfilial son?"

Hearing Mao Jue's words of consolation, Fan Wencheng became angry. He pointed at Fan Wenju's nose who had been dragged up, and snorted arrogantly and disdainfully: "The imperial court has no way and is dark! Officials are corrupt and dull! Nothing is wrong. With the appearance of subjugation, I turned to the light to support the ancestors and emperors, and there is nothing wrong with letting the Fan family shine on the lintel, but you, the 110 members of the Fan family who fled with you back then, how many are left now?"

"Things that are not as good as animals! You have read so many sage books for nothing! Leading beasts to eat people, use the blood of thousands of Liming people to stain your head red in exchange for your glory and wealth, the faces of the ancestors of the Fan family You threw them all away! Under the Nine Springs, what face do you have to meet the ancestors of the Fan family!"

His face was contorted with anger, and Fan Wenju yelled angrily, and even reached out and grabbed Fan Wencheng's collar, but hearing his roar, Mao Jue couldn't help but sigh.

Loyalty comes at a price, no wonder Fan Wenju hates Jiannu so much, with a population of more than 110! When Mao Jue found him in Shandong, he was alone.

"enough!"

The guards separated the two of them. Under Fan Wenju's glaring gaze, Mao Jue raised his whip and pointed at Fan Wencheng's head in a disrespectful manner.

"Since you chose to build slaves and barbarians, you are no longer from China. Go back to the city! Waiting for a decisive battle with my army, Mr. Fan, if you want to clean up this sect by then, I will allow you to fight in person!"

"Thank you, General!"

He bowed deeply gratefully, and waved his sleeve fiercely at the stunned Fan Wencheng, his cousin who had taken a completely different path.

"Come on! Get out!"

"Wait a minute!"

Angrily, he threw away the two Dongjiang wrestlers who were tugging at his sleeves, and Fan Wencheng also tore off his gentle mask, jumping up and roaring like a country rascal.

"Mao Manzi, don't you pretend to be the savior of the Liao people? A certain person is here to warn you today! If you dare to advance one step further, millions of Liao people will be killed because of you!"

"My Majesty has deployed troops in Jinzhou and Gaizhou. Indeed, Shengjing is empty, and only our family is old and weak. But as soon as Shengjing falls, town troops from all over the country will let go of their arms and slaughter! Even if you get Liaodong, there will only be a piece of corpses." Mountain Blood Sea!"

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

Fan Wencheng looked up to the sky and laughed recklessly, Mao Jue couldn't help being shocked by the ugly smile, and after a while, the entire Dongjiang commander group exploded, and angry shouts and curses rang out one after another, and even Shen Rong reached out and pulled out a knife, He was pulled back by Song Xiance's ruthless pull.

Amidst the scolding, Mao Jue's eyes were also burning. He never thought that the Qing people would be so shameless. No wonder the Eight Banners of the Qing army defending the outskirts of Shengjing were all pushed back. The fertile Liaodong Plain has become so empty now , the Qing people drove all the Han people in Liaodong to the south, and the Qing army gathered near Ningyuan was not to attack Shanhaiguan, but to be ready to raise the butcher knife to the Han people in their own territory at any time.

A country's army is even reduced to threatening the lives of its own people. How degenerate is this?

However, after only being angry for a moment, Mao Jue calmed down again. Indeed, the Qing people's actions were extremely shameless, but he had to admit that this did make him hesitate. It will be counted by hundreds of thousands or millions of people. He needs the Han people under the command of the Qing Dynasty, and once the southern and western Liaoning are killed into a piece of white land, it is impossible for Dongjiang to have enough people to fill the border in a short time. If Dongjiang wants to Entering the customs is equivalent to extending the supply line by hundreds of kilometers.

This move is like the deterrence of the sword-bearer in "The Three-Body Problem". The deterrence of the people on earth 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 me. Can be slaughtered, you never want to enter the customs!

However, the situation has already unfolded, and anger is useless now, what I want to think about is how to use it correctly to be a qualified superior.In Fan Wencheng's astonishment, Mao Jue quickly calmed down, and at the same time raised his right hand abruptly, looking at his slap, the officer group who had been furious with anger suddenly fell silent.

"What are the conditions of the Qing Dynasty?"

"My Majesty invites the supervisor, Shi Renshan, to gather together to discuss a peace treaty between the two countries!"

"impossible!"

Hearing Fan Wencheng's proud words, Fan Wenju roared again. Shenyang Wei was in front of him, but his hometown, the center of blood and tears of many Ming people in Liaodong, was about to be recovered. How could he accept it if it fell short? ?

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

With a gloomy complexion, he got off his horse and stood in front of the Dongjiang military officer corps. The murderous intent in his eyes made Fan Wencheng feel a chill down his spine. Mao Jue snorted coldly while he was trembling.

"Tomorrow noon at Shiren Mountain, I will go! But I will go and tell your master that there is no peace between Dongjiang and your slaves!"

"Take him out!"

Once again, he was dragged away by the shoulders of two wrestlers, and was dragged several meters away. Only then did Fan Wencheng wake up from Mao Jue's murderous intent. In order to save face, he forced himself to jump and scream.

"Mao Manzi, think it over, you have to dare to do it! My master will burn Liaodong into a piece of white ground, you wait!!!"

The embarrassed figure scrambled back to the city, and the few Qing soldiers didn't play empty plans anymore. They pushed the gate and closed it heavily with a creak, watching the street behind the gate disappearing from view little by little. His face was extremely gloomy, and Mao Jue was cold. Humming and leading the horse to turn around, while walking backwards, he waved his hands coldly and ordered.

"Withdraw the troops, set up camp, and give Lao Tzu the cannon at the forefront!"

"The last will obey!"

Across a city wall, the two armies confronted each other tensely. As the sun gradually rose, the fateful confrontation between a sunset empire and another rising empire began. There are many gazebos on Dongshan Mountain, and along the winding mountain road, hundreds of supervisors' personal guards with revolvers strapped to their waists are guarding the left and right. Mao Jue climbed up the mountain himself with a gloomy expression.

At the entrance of the pavilion, there was still the same smug look. Fan Wencheng had been waiting there a long time ago, and when he saw the Dongjiang team coming up, he fisted arrogantly.

"The superintendent has invited, my Majesty has been waiting for a long time!"

As he got out of the way, behind the gazebo, the golden silk couch was exposed. A skinny man in a yellow robe was lying on it, and Mao Jue saw it.

Chapter 527. The Emperor of the Qing Dynasty?

This is the first time that Mao Jue faced Huang Taiji. In his heart, Mao Jue was full of curiosity about this fierce man in history, the sage king of ethnic minorities who completed the transition from tribe to empire, and even the emperor who was a bit like a time traveler, but When he actually saw him, even he couldn't help being slightly disappointed.

At this time, Huang Taiji really didn't look like a hero, he was almost exactly the same as any old man who was about to die, he was as thin as a stick, and the hands that exposed his loose robes were as thin as chicken feet, and his face was full of age spots and wrinkles. His eye sockets were sunken, and his eyes were tightly closed. If it wasn't for the occasional ups and downs in his chest, Mao Jue would have regarded him as a dead person.

Beside him, a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl was kneeling on the side of the bed and serving him carefully. The little girl was wearing a pipa lapel with small sleeves and a long skirt. It is the most authentic clothing of the Qing palace royal family in this era, and it looks like Huang Taiji's daughter or a noble concubine.

In addition, there were only a dozen or so soldiers guarding the side of the pavilion with Zhenghuang flags, and now Dongjiang had an absolute advantage in terms of military strength. Huang Taiji obviously knew this, and didn't pay much attention to guarding here.

Seeing a large number of Dongjiang warriors in heavy armor encircling the gazebo, the thumping sound made the little girl obviously frightened, and she turned her head in horror, but her little face was quite delicate, it was considered A little beauty embryo.

"Master, Mao Dongjiang is here!"

"master!"