I'm really not the carpenter emperor

With a sneer on Bumbutai's face, he said, "Since I choose to stay, I have put life and death aside, and I will kill if I want to, come on!"

Cao Bianjiao stopped the soldiers who were about to rush forward, and sneered: "Take off all the clothes on her body, change into my Han prison uniform, and walk around the streets chained and chained!"

"Send it to the capital and leave it to His Majesty!"

Bumbutai was taken aback for a moment, and then she wanted to get up and rush to get the knife standing aside, but just as her hand touched the handle, Cao Bianjiao strode forward and knocked her down severely.

Cao Bianjiao held her wrist tightly, looked straight into her eyes, without any retreat or pity, his face was full of viciousness.

"Want to die? It's not that easy!"

"Come here, stop her mouth, don't let her die like this, let her live to parade in the streets of the capital!"

"Also, pass on my order that the Jurchens, regardless of age, women and children, will kill without mercy and raze the city of Hetuala to the ground!"

"Send Qingqi to chase north!"

Chapter 929 We Are Late

The next day, early in the morning.

The sun rose as usual, pouring the sunlight on the permafrost of Liaodong unreservedly, but the huge city of Hetuala seemed to disappear suddenly.

The sound of running and shouting that lasted all night ended with the sound of rumbling artillery fire. Several streaks of black smoke shot up into the sky, and the streets were devastated.

This nearly 30-year-old capital of the Kingdom of Jin disappeared in the dust of history.Its situation at this moment shows how deep the resentment of the Han people in Liaodong towards the Tartars is.

The Ming army withdrew from the city one after another, and continued to go north and east under the leadership of various generals.

"Little General Cao's performance in this battle is really outstanding, not inferior to your uncle Cao Wenzhao. Congratulations for becoming famous in the first battle!"

Kuandian General Soldier Man Gui led his horse on the main road, turned around and said with a smile.

Although Mangui once intervened in the Han tribe for Mongolia, he has already used his actual actions to prove his loyalty to the Ming Dynasty.

To him, Cao Bianjiao still respected him quite a bit, and said with a sneer:

"Where is the general town talking, this battle is His Majesty's decision to set the army's heart and strategize. I'm just shouting to fight and kill."

"Shouting, beating and killing is also a subject of knowledge. In this regard, you are really good at it." Man Gui laughed, then looked back at Hetuala who had collapsed into ruins behind him, and his tone became solemn:

"I didn't expect that the city of Hetuala would disappear like this!"

Cao Bianjiao also sighed: "Yeah, I thought that when this battle was over, I would feel refreshed and relaxed, but now I don't feel that way."

"Look at this piece of land. Twenty-two years ago, it was full of shops and a thriving population. The grain it produced was even enough to cover the military rations of the Nine Borders."

"In the past 22 years, how many soldiers of my Ming Dynasty have died!"

"He Shixian from Shenyang, Zhang Chengyin from Fushun, Zou Chuxian from Qinghe, and Juniper, Wang Xuan, and Liu Chen who were killed in the first Saarhu War..."

"How many people died at the hands of Jiannu, these revenges are finally avenged!"

There was no joy on Man Gui's face after the victory. This victory came too heavy.Now in Liaodong, which family has never worn filial piety, and who does not hate the Tartars to the bone!

The mention of Jiannu in Liaodong is all gnashing of hatred!

The two stopped for a while, Man Gui got on his horse, clasped his fists and said, "We killed [-] Tartars here overnight, but what we recovered was the land of Ming Dynasty, so we need to recuperate."

Cao Bianjiao nodded, and naturally understood that Man Gui was reminding himself to pay attention to restraining military discipline, otherwise the subordinates would be killed, and there would be looting, and the nature would be different.

He said: "Let's go to the general town, I will stay here, strictly enforce military discipline, and issue military regulations. The royal master of the imperial court will definitely not offend Liao Minqiu!"

Man Gui was relieved at last, he turned around, raised his whip, as if in full bloom, and then shouted to the Kuandian cavalry who had been waiting for a long time on the road behind him:

"Everyone, follow me to hunt down Jiannu and regain the lost land!"

"Chasing and killing Jiannu, regaining the lost land!!" All of a sudden, the crowd was excited again, thousands of cavalry rumbled away, billowing up smoke and dust.

Watching Man Gui and his party leave, Cao Bianjiao turned and walked into the city.

Hetuala has become ruins, but above the ruins, a new city of Ming Dynasty is slowly rising. The Liao people who have been oppressed for many years have stepped out of their houses, ushering in their freedom for the first time.

The flag of the "Ming" brand reappeared on this land after 22 years, and the Ming army constantly coming and advancing around them made them feel at ease.

Looking forward to the night market day and night, I finally looked forward to the day when the imperial court counterattacked.

However, for most of the Han people living here, this day came too late, and it was still too late after all...

On the street, there were either excited shouts or mournful wailing.

All the people of the Liao people cheered and clapped their hands to celebrate. Children stepped on the ruined bricks and tiles and ran happily, but some people sat paralyzed in the ruins, crying one after another.

An old man in his fifties was sitting on the ground, covering his face and weeping.

He is an old Aha who has been serving arrows for the landlord of the Eight Banners Village all the year round, and he lives without any dignity. If the court hadn't killed him back, such a life would continue.

Twenty-two years ago, he was just in his early thirties and was in his prime.

He has a wife who loves him, a pair of lovely and well-behaved children, and a small courtyard. He lives by hunting and chopping firewood all day long, and has a happy little family.

What a beautiful day it is...

However, as the Jianzhou rebellion intensified, the Ming army was defeated several times, Zhucheng and other places fell one after another, and the situation became more and more deteriorating.

Everything from him was snatched that night by those Tartars with money rattails and foul mouths.

He saw his wife being humiliated and thrown into a well to death, seeing his old father and mother die at the hands of the captives, and seeing his daughter's little fingers being chopped off one by one by the captives, but he could do nothing.

In the past 22 years, he has had countless sweet dreams at night, all of which are about the imperial court killing back and leading them to expel the Tartars.

Cao Bianjiao didn't know when he came to his side, threw away a few stones, sat down on the ground, and then sighed deeply.

How much he wanted to pat the old man on the shoulder and tell him: Don't be afraid, we have finally defeated the Tartars and we are back.

But he can't...

Cao Bianjiao slammed his fist on the ground hard, and the tears in his eyes could no longer be restrained. The iron-blooded general on the battlefield, at this moment, rolled down his tears.

"We should have come earlier!"

"Why can't you call me sooner!!"

He grunted twice, stood up, stepped on a sorghum, bowed deeply to his surroundings, and said affectionately: "We are late, and everyone has been wronged!"

When the voice fell to the ground, the rest of the Liao soldiers also bowed their heads, and no one was complacent about defeating the Tartars.

Yeah, what's there to be happy about?

Over the years, millions of Liao people in Liao land died at the hands of Jianlu, all because of the incompetence and weakness of the imperial army!

"Jianlu has been completely defeated. At this moment, our imperial army is chasing northward, and they will never come back again!"

"The imperial court has never forgotten you. What the Forbidden City is looking forward to day and night is to defeat Jiannu and regain the lost land!"

"From now on, everyone will no longer have to worry about being oppressed by the Jianlu. You, like me, are all citizens of Ming Dynasty!"

After Cao Bianjiao finished speaking, he bowed deeply again.

His words made the surroundings fall into silence.

……

Dorgon brought dozens of relatives of the Aixinjueluo family with him. Apart from the thousands of Eight Banners soldiers who stayed at Hetuala, there were also tens of thousands of bannermen who supported the old and the young.

They believed that Dorgon could take them out at this time and make a comeback.

9 Chapter Thirty

The group didn't dare to stay longer, wishing their parents would give them four legs, the more they were pressed, the more they could hear the hooves of the Ming army approaching behind them.

Dorgon led the remaining clansmen all the way to the north, ran for several days and nights, finally crossed the Mulun River, and rested in a deserted meadow.

Here, the grass is deep and the forest is dense, and the environment is quite secluded. It can easily hide tens of thousands of people. It can be regarded as the best hiding place that Dorgon has found since he fled north.

The banner people who had been running for several days and nights were exhausted, thirsty and hungry. Even the shiny mane on Dorgon's mount seemed to have been washed.

His horse snorted with hunger, saw the grass under its hooves, slowed down, and was unwilling to take another step in.

Dorgon was also very distressed when he saw Daqingma, who had fought against him for many years, become like this. He said to Niu Lu who was wearing Zhengbai Banner armor behind him:

"You guys rest here, I'll go to the mountain ahead and see if I can find something to eat for Da Fujin."

After finishing speaking, he handed the reins of the horse in his hand to the Niu Lu, and went straight to the endless barren meadow in front of him.

The big green horse was so exhausted that it couldn't stop panting, its front legs stuck in the shallow water, grazing for a while, and stretching its neck for a while to drink water.

Dorgon came to lie down on a small slope. Behind him, the deserted meadow before dawn was silent, only the crickets and frogs could be heard from time to time.

He picked up a stone, weighed it in his hand, and then threw it into the grass in the shallow water, startling a group of falling geese.

Dorgon was overjoyed and got up quickly.

Where there are geese, there are eggs. It seems that Zhezhe's food is settled tonight.

So, he stepped forward in the shallow water and ran towards the place where the geese were startled. Sure enough, there was a piece of goose eggs the size of a child's fist in the grass nest.

Dorgon walked all the way, picking up all the way, pretending to be full.

He raised his eyes contentedly, but the scene in front of him made his jaw wide open, and he didn't even care that the goose eggs he just picked up fell into the water.

Not far away, there is a small mountain village with rising smoke.

Seeing this scene, Dorgon's throat throbbed, and he swallowed a lot of saliva unconsciously, and a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"It's crowded, everyone's food is gone!"

Dorgon was stunned for a moment, but he quickly smiled and said, "Everyone has been fleeing for several days and nights, and we want to make a quick decision. We only want to grab food, and leave after grabbing, lest the Ming army catch up."

The slaves behind him all agreed, but no one cared.

A few miles away, there were smoke rising from the kitchens in the mountain village. Just as the sun was rising, all the people got up to do their own work.

A hunter was lurking not far from the mountain village, waiting for the wild deer to slowly walk into the trap. When he saw the wild deer, he entered the trap, but suddenly, it jumped up and left quickly.

The hunter didn't know why, his face was full of annoyance, but his eyes widened when he got up.

Thousands of Eight Banners cavalry who had been starved for a long time were rushing towards him like crazy, and the hunter ran back in a hurry, but the Eight Banners soldiers would not give him any chance of life.

The Niu Lu who ran at the front stabbed the hunter behind him, and then rushed into the mountain village without stopping. Soon, the smoke disappeared, and there were screams in the mountain village.

……

That night, a group of Ming soldiers rushed across the deserted meadow, intending to go to the village ahead to replenish supplies, just now they were still complaining about the general who was looking for a needle in a haystack, but in a blink of an eye they were so shocked by the scene before them that they could not speak.

The leader of the Liao army, Qian Zong, squatted next to the naked corpse of a village woman in the middle of the village, stretched out his hand, picked up the blood, smelled it, stared and said:

"It's the trail of the Tartars, go tell the general town, we've found them!"

The village woman's body was disheveled, apparently she ran out of a thatched hut not far away in a panic, then tripped over a stone and fell heavily to the ground.

The scene in the mountain village is extremely miserable. There are more than [-] households in the whole village, and more than [-] people.

Many women are in the same situation as the village woman just now, and their deaths are miserable.

Chief Qian of the Liao Army may be the most peaceful general at the same level across the country when he sees such scenes. He has been used to these scenes in Liaodong for more than ten years.

It's just normal, the people in a village will be abused for various reasons, let alone this time of panic and desperation.

Mr. Qian got up immediately and ordered people to dig a big hole, buried more than [-] people in the village hastily, and erected a simple tombstone.

At this time, a chief executive came over, "Mr. Qian, I found a large number of horses. It seems that this is the direction in which the Tartars fled north."

Mr. Qian clenched his fists tightly, and then said loudly: "Leave ten people waiting for the general town, and the rest of the people, follow me along the trail, and chase after me in the starry night!"

"We must not let them escape!"

With an order, nearly a thousand cavalrymen of the Liao army picked up their pistols, got on their horses, and followed the trail of Dorgon and his party fleeing north.

Not long after, Man Gui led thousands of cavalry to rush over, looking at the bulging hill in front of him, his eyes were on fire.

"Send a message to the people from all walks of life around, saying that they found traces of slaves fleeing north in the Mulun River!"

……

Nuergandusi, from the Yalu River connecting North Korea in the south, to the north to the territory of the current Russian Tsarist State, the territory is mostly grass and forests, the land is barren, and the villages are few, but it is thousands of miles in length and width.

In particular, due to the special environment, the traces of Dorgon's cavalry team can be covered up by shallow water in just one day.

Finding a group of people in a place like this who don't even want to show up is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Despite the haste, when Xiong Tingbi in Liaoyang received the news, it was already seven days later. At this time, it was too late.

Xiong Tingbi immediately came to the edge of the map and locked his eyes on the Mulun River.