Tiancong was the first year given to him by Emperor Taiji of the Later Jin Dynasty to replace Nurhaci's "destiny". The great responsibility was given to heaven, and the Later Jin Dynasty was mixed with joy and sorrow. On the one hand, the territory of the Later Jin Dynasty was unprecedentedly vast, and the Ming Dynasty had no choice but to deal with them. On the other hand, the country had changed its new lord, and the people's hearts were unstable. The Ming Dynasty began to become tough because of the victory of Ningyuan's victory. Everything was still unknown.

However, as soon as Huang Taiji took office, the grain in Liaodong was inadequate. Once the food in the Later Jin Dynasty was short of food, he could only make the decisions of the people around him or replenish them from the rich territory. The territory of the Later Jin Dynasty was relatively rich, and it was the territory of the Ming Dynasty a few years ago. Southern Liaoning also divided the Jin, the sea, and the four states, which were even more fertile.

Li Yongfang, who is in charge of the four prefectures in southern Liaoning, is worried. This year, the grain harvest in the four prefectures in southern Liaoning is not good, and it is difficult for the people in the four prefectures in southern Liaoning to support themselves. The superiors also have to find ways to prepare food and grass for the 30,000 people in the Eight Banners for the winter. That is 30,000 people! Not to mention 30,000 people, even 30,000 pigs cannot be raised.

However, it is not easy to offend the group of high-ranking Eight Banners and Master. With his understanding of Huang Taiji, if Huang Taiji cannot be satisfied, he will probably lose at least three layers of skin.

Li Yongfang rubbed his temples with a headache. It seemed like a bad thing to manage the four prefectures in southern Liaoning, but in fact it was thankless.

Just when Li Yongfang was having a headache, a young officer walked in from outside the door and grabbed a few pieces of letter paper in his hand. Li Yongfang turned around and looked over. It turned out that it was his third son, Gang Atai.

"My father, information came from Wanghai Castle. Several teams they sent to the countryside to collect grain were attacked by unknown troops and their entire army was wiped out. Wang Yang, the lord of the fort stationed in Wanghai Castle, is hiding in the fort and requesting us to send a force to support." Gangataihui reported.

"It goes without saying that it is the group of thieves in Dongjiang Town again. If you don't come early or late, you will come here at this time. This is adding fuel to the fire!" Li Yongfang was angry and embarrassed.

"Yes, Dongjiang Town is not strong, but they can beat it if they can, and run away if they can't beat it. They make us have no temper." Gang Atai nodded.

"But this time we must ensure the safety of food, and we still have to send an army to expel them." Li Yongfang sighed.

"My father, please divide my army. I will definitely drive the Dongjiang army into the sea!" Gangatai said.

"Okay! I will divide you into five hundred soldiers and seventy cavalry. You just need to drive them into the sea and don't fight in love."

This year, in the Great Cold, many places in the north lacked grain revenue, and the price of grain rose wildly, which not only affected the Later Jin Dynasty, but also affected the jurisdiction of Dongjiang Town above the sea. Dongjiang Town is located on the sea and produces its own grain, and most of the grain is replenished by caravans. If the grain is not collected, the source of supply will be reduced and the price of grain will rise. Therefore, replenishment and storage of grain have become the top priority.

The troops that attacked the Wanghai Fort Grain Collection Team were naturally the Fuliao Camp equipped with new muskets.

Since Wang Changyuan sent a ship to deliver raw materials, Chu Yun urged the employees of the French Imperial Ordnance Bureau to produce rifles at a rapid pace. Within two months, 300 rifles were manufactured and equipped with troops.

Among them, two hundred rifles were taken out by Chu Yun for sneak attacks, and one hundred rifles were guarding the island. This time the attack included a battalion squad, part of Yangtai brigade and part of Changyi brigade.

"Sir, I found a grain collection team with more than 20 people ahead, with poor equipment and seven or eight trucks of grain!"

Chang Yi, who was in danger, came back to report to Chu Yun.

"Only twenty people dare to sway. Let's go up and make their dumplings!"

On the rugged mountain road, as described in Changyi's report, more than twenty Later Jin soldiers whipped the mules in the cart with their whips and urged them to move forward.

"The Eight Banners, the group of jackals who eat people and don't spit bones, originally had not enough food to eat, so they had to be transported to Shengjing, so how could we live this winter?"

"Stop complaining, it's better to survive winter than to just land now."

"It's really atrocious to be alive. Although we were often deducted military pay when we served in the Ming Dynasty, we could at least have a full meal. How could we be like now?"

More than twenty people complained in their own words.

When they turned the muddy mountain road, they suddenly found rows of neat Ming soldiers in front of them with muskets aimed at them. The dark holes made them feel the threat of death.

"It's the Ming Dynasty...Ming Army... Let's run away!" The Later Jin soldiers who came to their senses tried to turn around and escape.

Immediately, they found that there were Ming troops behind them at some point, and they attacked them head-to-head on the mountain road.

Looking at the Ming soldiers who were so dark that they were ten times more powerful than them, they felt fear and their legs trembled.

"Bang!"

When an Later Jin soldier attempted to escape from the forest, Chadri was quick-eyed and shot the soldier. It happened that the ammunition hit the head, and a piece of red, white and black were sprinkled.

"Grandpa Jun, please spare your life. We are all from the Ming Dynasty and we really can't survive. We have to surrender to the Later Jin Dynasty with our superiors in order to make a living. Please spare your life!"

The remaining grain-collecting soldiers saw such a terrifying scene and threw down their weapons and kowtowed to surrender.

"You said you were not good at doing anything, but you just wanted to be the lackeys of the Later Jin and help the Later Jin bully the villagers and elders. How do I forgive you?"

Chu Yun walked over slowly, picked up the iron knife on the ground, and gestured at the neck of a soldier in the Later Jin Dynasty, as if he was looking at which angle it would be easier to cut it down.

"We dare not do anything Jun Ye. We are willing to do things with you in the future! It's not easy for the young. There is an 80-year-old mother above and a newborn child below to take care of. Who will take care of the young when the young are dead..." Hou Jin soldier, who was threatened by Chu Yun with a knife, hugged Chu Yun's thigh and cried with tears.

From the bottom of my heart, Chu Yun looked down on such people the most. However, Hirokashima was too short of labor, and it would be a pity to kill them.

"Let you go for the time being. People come and tie them up and transport them to our ship with these seven or eight trucks of grain. After they got on the island, they were inferior islanders. They had no wages except food and accommodation in the first two years. Only when they performed well later could they become ordinary islanders."

"Your Highness Xie Jun's grace is not to kill!" Even if the soldiers of the Later Jin Dynasty were lucky to escape, they would be better than death for two years of free labor.

Mr. Yang took his men to clean the battlefield, but he was still a little dissatisfied: "Mr. Qian, why do we only cook small fish and shrimps these days, and when will we get a big deal?"
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