I'm really not the carpenter emperor

The Dongjiang army hiding not far away suddenly lit countless torches, rushed out like a tide, and poured in from the city gate.

Only then did the two real Tatars wake up from the thunderous shouts of killing, and they were shocked and shouted anxiously: "The southern barbarians attack the city! The southern barbarians attack the city!"

"Hurry up and report to the Minister of State Affairs and protect the court of King Khan!!"

As soon as a real man shouted, the first Dongjiang army climbed up the city wall, followed by the second and third. They rushed forward and chopped the real man into a pulp.

Soon, the screams and shouts of killing alarmed the whole city of Hetuala, and more than a thousand real slaves got up from their beds and set up their bows at the gate of Khan's court.

A white-armored soldier ran quickly to King Khan's court to report why.

He Yili, one of the five ministers who stayed behind in the old village, was sitting in the court of King Khan, analyzing the current battlefield situation remotely with a group of Niulu.

The latest news they got was that the Ming court had signed a contract with Dajin, and they would withdraw their troops in a few days, and Nurhachi would return in triumph.

This banquet was not only to celebrate the triumphant return of Kundulun Khan Nurhaci, but also because of another happy event that just came.

Not long ago, Auba came to Hetuala to seek help from Houjin. After receiving Nurhaci's permission, He Yili sent five thousand of the six thousand Jurchen cavalry in the city to follow Auba to recapture Horqin.

Yesterday Auba sent back news that his younger brother Budaqi had been expelled from Horqin.

When the five thousand Jurchen cavalry arrived in Horqin, it was like entering a no-man's land, and easily defeated the more than 1 Horqin rebels who seized power.

Chapter 392 Trample Hetuala!

Auba's envoy was welcomed into Khan's court at dusk, and He Heli was hosting a banquet for him.

In fact, the Jurchens didn't know that some of their habits had already been assimilated by the Han people.

"Thanks to the five thousand cavalry of the minister of state affairs, our Khan was able to regain the power of Horqin!" The messenger laughed and raised a glass of strong wine.

He Heli heard the words, but the expression on his face gradually faded, he put down his glass and asked with a smile: "Lord Oba has not forgotten what he will do if he regains power this time, right?"

The envoy noticed that the atmosphere in the tent had become a little subtle, so he quickly knelt down on his knees, leaned over and said:

"How dare you forget?"

"The Horqin tribe will always be Daikin's most loyal servants from now on. Conquering the Quartet for Kundulun Khan and pacifying the Southern Man, this is what should be done!"

He Heli immediately laughed and drank the spirits in one gulp.

"What's the whereabouts of Budaqi?"

The envoy shook his head and sighed: "Those lords who followed Budaqi to rebel have been dealt with by Lord Auba, but Budaqi led his cronies to the south, and he may have fled to the southern barbarians!"

He Heli sneered: "It's okay to escape to the Ming Dynasty. Auba should know the reason to kill the Horqin people who are loyal to Budaqi, right?"

After all, the Minister of State and Political Affairs is worthy of being a figure who followed Kundulun Khan in the Southern and Northern Wars, and the murderous look in his speech also made the messenger's heart throbbing with uneasiness.

He Heli didn't wait for him to reply, and continued on his own:

"Cutting off Budaqi's wings, even with the help of the Ming Kingdom, he will not be able to make trouble again. He is sweating every day, and this time he is triumphant, and there are many piles of affairs waiting to be dealt with, but he has no time to wipe Auba's ass all the time. !"

The envoy was sweating, and hurriedly said: "My envoy understands, my envoy understands..."

He Heli nodded, raised his wine glass, shook it, looked drunk, and mumbled:

"Double happiness is coming today. First, the Great Khan is about to return in triumph. Second, Horqin Obateji surrendered to Daikin. This is the best gift for him!"

Having said that, listening to the laughter of the crowd below, he said again:

"Hey, then Mao Wenlong is about the level of a Dongjiang thief. He is really timid. If I were him, I would definitely come out and attack the old village by surprise!"

"But he has no chance!"

After He Heli finished speaking, he drank a glass full of heroism.

Niu Lu, who was wearing a white armor on his head, laughed and said, "What the Minister of State Council said, even if he dares to come, he will definitely be wiped out under the old walled city, and become the future of the warriors!"

All the left-behind civil and military officers below also laughed and boasted.

"I'm really worried that the Dongjiang thieves won't come. If they come, I will definitely let them taste the tiger knife in the hands of the Dajin warrior!"

"Mao Wenlong is nothing more than a rat, and Xiong Manzi is our confidant enemy!"

"I am an iron cavalry of the Eight Banners, and I am invincible across the north and south!"

When all the slave chieftains were drunk, there was a lot of noise outside the court, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.

A white-armored soldier rushed over and shouted loudly: "Minister of Political Affairs, the southern barbarians have attacked the city!"

He Heli had a good capacity for alcohol, but he was not drunk at all. Seeing that the panicked appearance of the Ba Yala guard didn't look fake, he still didn't believe it, and asked slowly:

"How many Nanmanzi are there, and under whose banner are they?"

The white-armored soldier knelt on the ground, panting heavily, and replied: "It's so dark, I can't see the number of people clearly, at least more than [-]!"

At this time, another fake Tartar who just ran back also said: "What 10, there are at least [-] people, under the banner of Zhenjiang General Soldier Mao Wenlong!"

Hearing these words, He Heli's eyes rolled around in their sockets.

Just now, he just blew indiscriminately with the smell of alcohol, but he didn't expect it to come true so soon, the southern barbarians really came to attack the city.

5 people?

10 people! ?

No, how could Mao Wenlong have 10 people, even if the North Korean army is counted, at most 5 people, the Han army must have been scared stupid.

At this time, the court was also silent.

"Kill the prisoner!"

"Kill the prisoners!!"

Hearing the fierce shouts of killing from outside, everyone realized that the words were not false, and Mao Wenlong had actually hit Laozhai!

In the past, the east of Liaoyang and the south of Taizi River were the scope of activities of the Dongjiang Army, but now they are all here in Hetuala!

If it continues like this, wouldn't Dajin's capital become the back garden of the Dongjiang army, who can come whenever they want.

His face became gloomy, he reached for a big knife, raised his hand and slashed at the false Tartar who reported it, and said loudly: "Warriors of the Great Gold, the Dongjiang thief has really come!"

"Hurry up and ask him to taste the tiger knife in your hand!"

Many of the Eight Banners relatives who went to the expedition lived in the old village. If Mao Wenlong came in and massacred them, it would be fine.

If Hetuala suffers severe injuries, even if he is one of the five ministers discussing politics, even if he is a hero in the founding of the country, he will still die!

He Heli killed the Han army, and the blood spattered on King Khan's court. The smell of blood and the smell of alcohol made some Niulu and Jiala who stayed behind in the old village walk away with their knives in their hands.

"Minister of State and Political Affairs, don't panic, let me gather warriors and put down this Dongjiang traitor!"

"It doesn't take much effort to get here, Mao Wenlong is looking for death!"

After Niulu and Jiala left one by one, there were only some civil servants and Baijia Niulu and Horqin envoys left in Khan's court. He Heli got up and paced around, looking anxious.

The shouts of killing outside made his blood boil, and the heavy responsibility of staying in the old village made him have to act cautiously to avoid mistakes.

At this moment, staying in King Khan's court can only make He Heli feel depressed.

Immediately, he put on his battle armor, went out and stepped on a white horse, climbed up the city wall of Khan King's Court and looked around as far as the eye could see.

Now in the city of Hetuala, swords and soldiers are clashing, shouts of killing and screams are everywhere. In the dark night, it is impossible to distinguish which ones are the Ming army rushing to kill and which ones are the post-Jin army who went out to resist.

The wind was majestic, the flames were blazing, and the smell of blood filled the air.

He Heli quickly understood that there were only a thousand Jurchen armored soldiers in the old village, and the general situation was over, and the major issue now was to protect the descendants of Aixinjueluo.

"Decree to close the gate of King Khan's court and lead the warriors to defend the wall!"

Hearing this, some civil servants were a little unbelievable, but they didn't say anything.

After all, He Heli is the minister of state affairs. Moreover, in the current situation, they also know what the result will be if the Ming army is allowed to rush into the King Khan's court.

……

"kill!"

Mao Wenlong held a goose-wing knife, Mao Chenglu and Kong Youde followed, one on the left and one on the right. Three thousand soldiers of the Dongjiang Army rushed into the area where the Jurchen Banners were densely populated, and a bloody massacre began in a blink of an eye.

No one will show mercy to the Jurchen children who are learning how to speak, because the Jurchens kill their wives and children more!

No one would be merciful to hacking the old Jurchen old man to death, because what the Jurchen did was far more cruel than the Dongjiang Army soldier's knife!

This is a war between races, and one side will not be destroyed, and it will never stop.

Mao Wenlong watched coldly a teenage Jurchen boy brandishing a pitchfork rushing towards him, and kicked suddenly when he was approaching.

The Jurchen boy was kicked into the air, then turned somersault, brandished a pitchfork and continued to rush forward, scolding in poor Chinese that he didn't know where he learned:

"You dog, die!"

Mao Wenlong held the saber tightly this time, and at the very moment of the moment, he swung it down suddenly, watching the blood gushing out from the Jurchen boy's neck, without any fluctuation in emotion.

He got on his horse, stared at King Khan's court, and said:

"Kill one less Tartar, and in ten or five years, more Liao people will die at his hands. Take back your useless compassion!"

"Those women who fled to Dongjiang, the girl digging ginseng, have you all forgotten? How did the Tartars treat them with kindness?"

"Every tartar head here, this commander will personally play the holy majesty, and repay the merits for you!"

When Mao Wenlong's words fell to the ground, the soldiers of the Dongjiang Army aroused all kinds of hatred, and the shouts of killing became more and more intense. Soon after, the east side gradually turned pale.

A wisp of dust and smoke rises quietly...

Chapter 393 Nurhachi is sick, Zhu Youxiao is refreshed

On the way back, Nurhachi kept looking back on his past, and he felt that he was an outstanding hero born in Jianzhou.

The thirteen relics set up an army, and to the current situation, Dajin came to the present step by step, and Zhubeile followed him to fight in the north and south, and he was invincible in the world.

Since the rise of the army, countless wars have been launched from him.

For some people, war is synonymous with the destruction of families and the separation of wives and children, but for Hou Jin, it is tantamount to getting something for nothing, and it is tantamount to plundering countless wealth from the Ming Dynasty.

The unification of Jurchen tribes such as Jianzhou, Haixi, and Yeren, and the surrender of Horqin, Wula, Hada, Yehe and other tribes, Nurhachi always feels very proud when he thinks about it.

Guleshan defeated the nine coalition forces, and Sarhu defeated the 20 Ming army. These are all obtained by his own bravery and wisdom.

But in this battle, he lost so badly.

In the battle of Taizihe, Houjin suffered a disastrous defeat, Nurhachi's first disastrous defeat in many years, and this is his regret so far.

Since the defeat of Taizihe, Nurhachi has fallen into an indescribable depression, and his whole person's energy and spirit are no longer what they used to be.

Not to mention that after Taizihe, he was ambushed by Jiang Rang and Guo Qin, the general soldiers of Yulin in Weining, which made Nurhachi feel even more frustrated.

Along the way, the kings Baylor will naturally come to condolences.

But it's a pity that what these people said were all flattering words, only what Daishan and Huang Taiji said gave Nurhachi some comfort in his heart.

Nurhachi couldn't figure it out, what was wrong with his strategy, and he heard the opinions of all parties, but why did he lose?

Among the post-Jin army, no one could understand Nurhachi's disappointment and the so-called loneliness of the strong, which reminded him of an old Jurchen folk proverb:

"If one man is good at shooting, ten clumsy people will share the flesh."

Now his situation is not the case.

When the first rays of the sun shone on his horse, Nurhachi finally had a comfortable smile on his face, and he came back. After nearly a year of war, Ben Khan finally came back.

But the next moment, the black smoke billowing from the sky froze the smile on his face instantly.

"go!"

A bad premonition vaguely appeared in Nurhachi's heart, he shouted, brandished his whip and walked away, and the rest of the Jurchen cavalry followed behind.

The horse's hoof stepped on the bloody soil of Liaodong, and a cloud of smoke and dust was rolled up.

After a long time, Nurhaci and the kings Baylor stood in front of Hetuala, their old village.

There was no warm welcome scene as before, only the corpses of the banner people everywhere, and the air was full of bloody and charred smells that did not dissipate.

Everyone was full of disbelief, what happened in Laozhai?

At this time, a white-armored soldier who entered the city first rushed back, and when he got off his horse, he was too flustered and fell down with a "plop".

Immediately afterwards, the white-armored soldier climbed up on the ground again, crying in his voice: "Khan, Mao Wenlong led the Dongjiang army to break through the old village!"

"The soldiers and horses left behind by our army are all keeping North Korea at bay. The North Korean army and the Dongjiang army echoed each other and broke through the old village last night. The bannermen suffered heavy casualties. Mao Wenlong escaped not long ago!"

"Chasing, chasing me!!"