Compared to Yanjing, which already has a smell of corruption in the end, the Jurchen camp with Tungus cold wind is a different scene in the far north.

The Jurchen nobles with a wide face and a round waist are constantly coming and going. These so-called nobles are all trained by horses all year round, and they are almost always ready to fight.

Although Wanyan Aguda has established a country and ascended the throne, the country's name is Dajin, the grammar of the Jurchen tribe is still in its inception, and these so-called nobles still speak in the competition of their respective voices:

"My Wanyan and your family went out to hunt. Why did I find only a few crazy Cangtou who were accompanying me and where did they go?"

"Don't say that you are incompetent Ahudi. My second son Wanyan Chala has always had a hard bow and a wild horse. He is a Jurchen good man who can follow me to fight. He should work for the old emperor Aguda. Why is there nowhere to be seen?"

"Don't even quarrel! You all know what your children have. Even if they are playful for a while, will anyone dare to hurt them wherever my Jurchen army goes?"

Wanyan Zongbi, Wanyan Zongwang, Wanyan Zongpan, Wanyan Zongjun, Wanyan Zonggan... The Jurchen generals who have always been accustomed to Wanyan Agu have no such a fierce fighting spirit at this moment, and they only look like father and grandfather who are worried about their children and grandchildren.

It is no wonder that the Jurchens have not yet risen for a long time, and the atmosphere is still a bit simple as a fishing and hunting nation. The rules are not so strict. The children of the Wanyan tribe are not as good as those of the complete Chinese-style family powder as the Khitan in the Liao Kingdom.

So when Wanyan Sao closed his head and took Wanyan Ahudi, Wanyan Chala and other Wanyan generals out to hunt, imitating their fathers' fun in the grass valley, no one was worried about anything. Even if these Jurchen nobles knew about it, they only felt that the younger generation had the same style as father and ancestors, and they knew how to kill and rob people at a young age.

But these Jurchen nobles never returned, and the Jurchen camp was in an uproar!

You should know that the Jurchen tribes were exploited by Khitan every year between the white mountains and black waters. Whether it was cloth, iron, tea, salt, or food, they were extremely precious. In such a harsh environment, the quality of life was not to mention, even the reproduction of tribes became a big problem. Children died in seven or eight out of ten years old, and they could be raised to the age of being able to drive a bow or ride a horse. That was the precious wealth in the tribe. How could they be thrown out easily?

What's more, for Wanyan's tribe, even if the old emperor Aguda has established an account and ascended the throne, the core of the rise of Jurchens is the Wanyan's tribe. If Wanyan's tribe wants to maintain its current strong state, successors are indispensable.

Now the successor of Wanyan’s tribe is like this, and the corpse is gone. There are only a few Cangtou who are crazy and unable to speak. No wonder these Jurchen nobles all seem to be crazy!

Finally, Wanyan Zongbi said: "Since those slaves can't ask anything, then kill them all! The rules of the Jurchens are that the main general is killed in battle and the whole team is buried with him. This will not change!"

Wanyan Zongjun, who was eager to love his son, jumped up directly: "I will take people to search for their traces south. If my son has a good life, no matter whether it is the Khitan, Bohai or Han'er, he will ask the whole clan to be buried with him, and no more living!"

...

………

As the children and grandchildren disappeared, the Jurchen nobles were full of anger. In the Juma River Water Mansion outside Zhuozhou City, the immortal magicians who were busy transforming the flying cloud boats listened to the reports of their subordinates again.

But this time, the person who reported changed from Wang Cong'er to Yan Fulong.

Checking the Feidu Yunzhou Ripper Interface, the magician waved his hand and said boredly: "If you have anything, just say it quickly. Recently, Zhuozhou City has become too quiet. You have nothing to do except prevent the epidemic and promote these health, culture and education. Don't always use it as an excuse to report your work and have a one-day tour of the Water Mansion. Although the River God Water Mansion is not common in the main base, it looks like this. You two are not bothered?"

"Mr. Shi, don't say that. If we can get the technology of the water palace construction, at least the underwater demons in the East China Sea and the South China Sea can be directly controlled. What's more, the rich mineral deposits in the water are better than those on land. Although the inspiration of heaven and earth is incomparable to the light-free dark sect, it occupies a vast area in the rivers and seas!"

The magician casually removed a hull carved into a scale-shaped hull and looked back at him: "In the Zhu Mingdantian Mansion, you call you Yan Manzi and Yan Mangniu in private, but unexpectedly he has some insight into such things."

"It's all well taught by Shijun. My old man looked reckless. In fact, Zhu Bajie was drinking sharpening water and showing off his heart!"

"The supporting actor is good at it. It seems that Wang Cong'er has made great efforts over the years." He threw the parts in his hand towards Yan Fulong, and the magician sat down on the bow of Feidu Yunzhou and asked, "Then what do you have to report now?"

"Shi Jun remember when we took over the two states of Zhuoyi, although we let the octopus-headed demon run away, we caught a lot of Jurchen Tartars?"

The magician glanced at his old subordinate and shrugged: "Yes, I caught sesame and watermelon and ran away. You can just deal with such small things by yourself. Whether to kill or not, do you think so, do you need to bother me specifically?"

Yan Fulong hurried over and said with a smile: "These Tartars have been in the dungeons of the prefecture yamen for some time. They were still roaring randomly at first, but they were still calm these days, and they seemed to be able to understand people's words. I was suspicious for a while and found out that these Tartars were the children of Jurchen nobles..."

However, before he finished speaking, the magician interrupted him without any interest:

"So what about the children of the Jurchen nobles? I, Daohai Zongyuan, have always been a righteous army, and I don't play kidnapping and blackmail. If you want to deal with them, hold a public trial meeting another day, bring up the victims of the victims a while ago, count their crimes, sentence them to execution, and be chopped or cut. Don't look at them with an extra look because these Tartars have the sign of "Negotiable". Come on, let's talk about it, what is the principle of my Daohai Zongyuan's governance?"

"It is prosperity, civil rights, civilization, harmony, freedom, equality, justice, and legal system..."

Before Yan Fulong could finish memorizing the 24-character core theory of the ruling, the person was driven out by the magician: "If it's okay, go back and ask your subordinates to write a study experience, hold a seminar, etc. Don't bother me again!"

...

………

Wanyan Zongbi's beloved son Wanyan Shuai got married and woke up from the pain all over his body.

As a prefect who has always been known as mediocre, Zhou Bofu's political philosophy has always been to do more mistakes, do less mistakes, and do not do well. He has always been lazy and urged the prison guards to take care of places like the Dungeon of the State Court.

So the moisture in this dungeon has not dissipated for many years and the disease has spread. No matter how strong a man is as strong as an iron tower, he will be thrown into the prison without any injuries and pain. After a few days, he will become a living skeleton-like diseased ghost. What's more, these Jurchen nobles were captured by Yan Fulong, and when they were thrown into the dungeon, they were all covered with injuries.

They were originally brainwashed and controlled by the heart-fighting demon, but they couldn't understand human words. They didn't even eat a bite of prison rice, but just roared and jumped. Under this meaningless physical exhaustion, they were knocked down by the disease faster.

But when the mental shackles given to them by the supernatural powers gradually faded and gradually got rid of control, I found myself in such a miserable state.

The Jurchen nobles who were still showing off their power yesterday have become prisoners in the prison today. This feeling is not good!

Compared to Yanjing, which already has a smell of corruption in the end, the Jurchen camp with Tungus cold wind is a different scene in the far north.

The Jurchen nobles with a wide face and a round waist are constantly coming and going. These so-called nobles are all trained by horses all year round, and they are almost always ready to fight.

Although Wanyan Aguda has established a country and ascended the throne, the country's name is Dajin, the grammar of the Jurchen tribe is still in its inception, and these so-called nobles still speak in the competition of their respective voices:

"My Wanyan and your family went out to hunt. Why did I find only a few crazy Cangtou who were accompanying me and where did they go?"

"Don't say that you are incompetent Ahudi. My second son Wanyan Chala has always had a hard bow and a wild horse. He is a Jurchen good man who can follow me to fight. He should work for the old emperor Aguda. Why is there nowhere to be seen?"

"Don't even quarrel! You all know what your children have. Even if they are playful for a while, will anyone dare to hurt them wherever my Jurchen army goes?"

Wanyan Zongbi, Wanyan Zongwang, Wanyan Zongpan, Wanyan Zongjun, Wanyan Zonggan... The Jurchen generals who have always been accustomed to Wanyan Agu have no such a fierce fighting spirit at this moment, and they only look like father and grandfather who are worried about their children and grandchildren.

It is no wonder that the Jurchens have not yet risen for a long time, and the atmosphere is still a bit simple as a fishing and hunting nation. The rules are not so strict. The children of the Wanyan tribe are not as good as those of the complete Chinese-style family powder as the Khitan in the Liao Kingdom.

So when Wanyan Sao closed his head and took Wanyan Ahudi, Wanyan Chala and other Wanyan generals out to hunt, imitating their fathers' fun in the grass valley, no one was worried about anything. Even if these Jurchen nobles knew about it, they only felt that the younger generation had the same style as father and ancestors, and they knew how to kill and rob people at a young age.

But these Jurchen nobles never returned, and the Jurchen camp was in an uproar!

You should know that the Jurchen tribes were exploited by Khitan every year between the white mountains and black waters. Whether it was cloth, iron, tea, salt, or food, they were extremely precious. In such a harsh environment, the quality of life was not to mention, even the reproduction of tribes became a big problem. Children died in seven or eight out of ten years old, and they could be raised to the age of being able to drive a bow or ride a horse. That was the precious wealth in the tribe. How could they be thrown out easily?

What's more, for Wanyan's tribe, even if the old emperor Aguda has established an account and ascended the throne, the core of the rise of Jurchens is the Wanyan's tribe. If Wanyan's tribe wants to maintain its current strong state, successors are indispensable.

Now the successor of Wanyan’s tribe is like this, and the corpse is gone. There are only a few Cangtou who are crazy and unable to speak. No wonder these Jurchen nobles all seem to be crazy!

Finally, Wanyan Zongbi said: "Since those slaves can't ask anything, then kill them all! The rules of the Jurchens are that the main general is killed in battle and the whole team is buried with him. This will not change!"

Wanyan Zongjun, who was eager to love his son, jumped up directly: "I will take people to search for their traces south. If my son has a good life, no matter whether it is the Khitan, Bohai or Han'er, he will ask the whole clan to be buried with him, and no more living!"

...

………

As the children and grandchildren disappeared, the Jurchen nobles were full of anger. In the Juma River Water Mansion outside Zhuozhou City, the immortal magicians who were busy transforming the flying cloud boats listened to the reports of their subordinates again.

But this time, the person who reported changed from Wang Cong'er to Yan Fulong.

Checking the Feidu Yunzhou Ripper Interface, the magician waved his hand and said boredly: "If you have anything, just say it quickly. Recently, Zhuozhou City has become too quiet. You have nothing to do except prevent the epidemic and promote these health, culture and education. Don't always use it as an excuse to report your work and have a one-day tour of the Water Mansion. Although the River God Water Mansion is not common in the main base, it looks like this. You two are not bothered?"

"Mr. Shi, don't say that. If we can get the technology of the water palace construction, at least the underwater demons in the East China Sea and the South China Sea can be directly controlled. What's more, the rich mineral deposits in the water are better than those on land. Although the inspiration of heaven and earth is incomparable to the light-free dark sect, it occupies a vast area in the rivers and seas!"

The magician casually removed a hull carved into a scale-shaped hull and looked back at him: "In the Zhu Mingdantian Mansion, you call you Yan Manzi and Yan Mangniu in private, but unexpectedly he has some insight into such things."

"It's all well taught by Shijun. My old man looked reckless. In fact, Zhu Bajie was drinking sharpening water and showing off his heart!"

"The supporting actor is good at it. It seems that Wang Cong'er has made great efforts over the years." He threw the parts in his hand towards Yan Fulong, and the magician sat down on the bow of Feidu Yunzhou and asked, "Then what do you have to report now?"

"Shi Jun remember when we took over the two states of Zhuoyi, although we let the octopus-headed demon run away, we caught a lot of Jurchen Tartars?"

The magician glanced at his old subordinate and shrugged: "Yes, I caught sesame and watermelon and ran away. You can just deal with such small things by yourself. Whether to kill or not, do you think so, do you need to bother me specifically?"
Chapter completed!