In recent days, people with sheepskin rafts are everywhere on the beach on the north bank of the Yellow River. Not only local Mongolians, but also many bannermen are also busy there. There are already made sheepskin rafts everywhere on the beach. The sheepskin rafts stand on the beach, and most of the skins on the sheepskin rafts are made in new ways. These local and military cobblers are there day and night.

Although the sheepskin raft is not complicated, a square wooden frame was tied with hemp rope to tie hard aquatic willow strips, then tie several wooden strips horizontally, and tie one leather tires under the strips in sequence, and the leather raft was made. Although the leather rafts are easy to make, the rafters who drive rafts cannot be practiced in just a few days. Although the water flows in the estuary, in order to allow everyone to cross the river smoothly, hundreds of boating coats were still picked out, and sheepskin rafts were practiced on the river.

The sheepskin raft standing on the river beach was very conspicuous. There were more than a dozen full-blooded leather tires on a wooden frame. The leather tires were made of whole sheepskin. All of them were not heavy. Not to mention two people, the wood could carry it by itself. As usual, he once again taught the Qing soldiers on the river how to draw rafts. It was not difficult, but it was not easy. After a few days, although the flag soldiers could not draw sheepskin rafts when it was windy and rainy, they could pass when the wind was calm.

"There is a lot of people, do you think the big guy can take people across the river now?"

Yue Le looked at the soldiers who were training on the river and turned his head to ask where he was the most famous rafter in this area, so he was invited to be the coach.

"Please rest assured, Mr. Beile, although they are just able to make rafts now, but when the waves are calm, there is not a big problem with crossing the river. Just practice for a few more days..."

"There's no time!"

Yue Le shook his head. Nine years ago, he was awarded General Xuanwei, stationed in Guihua City, and went to fight against Tushetu Khan and Chechen Khan of the Khalkha tribe. Then Khalkha surrendered and tributed, so he led his troops back to the court. Therefore, he could understand the Mongols.

Abunai himself alone would definitely not be so courageous. In the past ten, Tushetu Khan and Chechen Khan were involved, and even the Mongolian army was heading south. If they didn't leave, they would be really not in a hurry.

Not only Yue Le was worried about this, but also Shunzhi and the princes and ministers in the court. They naturally understood this truth. Because of this, they almost immediately made a decision after learning from Yue Le that the rafters were able to row the raft.

"Cross the river!"

The land of the land is not a place that can last for a long time, especially when Abnay was staring at him. Although tens of thousands of soldiers had crossed the other side of the Yellow River in the past few days, the large group of people was still on the north bank, in the tent that stretched dozens of miles across the north bank.

"Your Majesty, the Ai family is waiting for you on the other side."

On the beach of the Yellow River, although Borjigit was inevitably nervous when he watched the sheepskin raft made of hundreds of leather fetuses fluctuate with the river waves, she still angrily gave the emperor a calm tone, who made the emperor his son?

"My mom, it's all my sons' masters, and you're wronged."

When Fulin saw his mother, who was obviously much older after several months of running around, she said with some emotion.

"Your Majesty, as the king of a country, you must not do this. What are the things you encountered today compared to what Emperor Taizu had suffered when Emperor Qianlong? As long as the Qing Dynasty passed this level, it will definitely get better again!"

There is still hope in the Qing Dynasty!

Not only Borjigid believes this, but most of the ordinary bannermen believe that the Qing Dynasty still has hope of revival, just like the Ming Dynasty, were they also turned over? In contrast, the Ming Dynasty did not have as many people as they did!

The river bank that stretched for miles seemed very lively from the early morning. With the help of hundreds of rafts, tens of thousands of women and children were sent to the other side in just one day. However, the first batch of people who crossed the river were not the people who thought about the bannermen, women and children, but mostly the families of nobles and ministers in the banner.

"Ama, my daughter is waiting for you on the other side."

Looking at his little white daughter sitting on the sheepskin raft, Hesheli Gabula just grinned.

"Don't be afraid, don't you all pass by peacefully?"

Ama's comfort did not relax the girl, but became even more nervous, because even the bannermen could not water. The water of the Yellow River seemed calm, but when it came to the raft, the raft always rose and fell with the waves, making people always worry about whether the raft would flip over.

"My little master, don't worry, you can reach the south bank in a while, definitely not..."

I almost said that word Zhao Liu, but almost didn't slap himself. He would use a boat. The rules of rafting are no different from those of rafting. Rafting is also very dangerous. Like sailing, they are all about making a living on the edge of the knife. Therefore, there are many requirements, such as not saying "break", "sink", "touch", "no", "break", etc., and they have to hang red, fire fireworks, burn incense, and pay tribute to the river god for the first time.

Some words cannot be said no matter what!

He nodded nervously. When the girl looked towards the river beach in the north, she could see thousands of women waiting to cross the river. They were still waiting. As for when they could cross the river, they had to wait for the masters' orders. Among the Eight Banners, the people with high rank and high status were naturally the first to cross the river. When these people crossed the river, most of them could only stand there and wait, looking, waiting for the orders of the leaders there.

However, the order of crossing the river changed at night. If it were the days, all the women and children were in the past. At night, teams of soldiers were sent to the other side of the shore overnight. No one knew why they did this. Everyone seemed to have no curiosity. For these people on the north bank, what they were most anxious about now is when they could pass the south bank of the Yellow River.

The south bank is their way of life.

"In fact, you can use a sheepskin raft to lay a floating bridge on this river."

Hesheli Gabla thought secretly, but his thought just flashed through his mind. It would be really not easy to build a floating bridge. If the bridge deck is accidentally broken, many people may be buried in the Yellow River. Moreover, the sheepskin raft is not necessarily as strong as a wooden boat on a floating boat.

"No matter what, with these hundreds of rafts, we can always go over there with more people..."

When Hesheli Gabla talked to himself, he always looked at the sheepskin rafts with some concern. After all, the rafts did not go through oil filling and other processes when making them. Because they were urgent and did not need to consider durability, they just shaved their hair and were exposed to the sun for two days. Although the rafts said that they could be used for several months and might not be used for so long, I am afraid that only God knows.

With hundreds of sheepskin rafts of different sizes, tens of thousands of people were transported to the other side of the shore every day, but the soldiers sent to the south bank were far more than women and children. While the people on the north bank were anxiously waiting to cross the river to the south bank, there were always people in the distance who would cross the Qing army from time to time and stare at the Qing army who were crossing the river. Soon, the Qing army's actions of crossing the river in the river estuary were sent to the grassland dozens of miles away by these spies.

“Hmph…”

Abunai, who was gnawing on the legs of lamb, listened to the spy's report and smiled coldly. Then he turned his eyes to Wang Wenbai. The Han man came to his tent a month ago, not only brought generous gifts, but also opportunities.

"Mr. Wang, as you said, the ones left behind in the North Bank are almost all a group of women. Mr. Wang, you really have a plan!"

"The Khan praised it, this is not a complete solution. If it weren't for the cooperation of the concubine, how could the Qing people be deceived?"

The cooperation of the concubine?

Of course, Makata would not cooperate with him. Although Makata would not cooperate, Wang Wenbai had a way to make her take the initiative to "cooperate". As long as the news that she needed to know was transmitted to her, she could naturally let her cooperate with him.

"That bitch..."

Abnay sneered, sneered.

"When Ben Khan wins, he will definitely chop the bitch's head!"

In the past, because Makata was the aunt of the Qing emperor, even if he was dissatisfied with him, Abunai could only swallow his anger. Now, without the support of the Qing emperor, he naturally would not want to leave that woman behind.

Wang Wenbai didn't care about Abnay's family affairs. As for Makata's life and death, it had nothing to do with him. The Mongolian he came to this time was to contact the Mongolians and weaken the power of the Qing army as much as possible.

"Khan, now tens of thousands of troops have gathered in the grassland of Ordos. Khan can only clear the Qing people on the north bank. As for the Qing soldiers on the south bank, there will naturally be other troops to attack. As for the spoils on the north bank, the Khan will naturally be controlled by the Khan. I will congratulate the King here first."

Because this is Abnay's territory, he naturally can take advantage of it. At least he doesn't need to "chew hard bones" on the grass on the south bank like other Mongolian tribes. He only needs to sweep the Qing people on the north bank who have not crossed the river. Who made him the master of this place?

"In this way, I will thank Lord Wang!"

Abnay seemed to be thanking, but his tone was very calm. After saying this, he said again.

"Mr. Wang, after this battle, Daming is really willing to open up trade in Mongolia and rebuild Guihua City?"

The place where Abunai agreed to send troops was not only because of his hostility to the Qing Dynasty, but also because of the price that Wang Wenbai offered to him that he could not refuse - to resume trade and rebuild naturalization, and the Ming Dynasty would also set up trading stations in naturalization.

"Please rest assured that after this battle, our Ming Dynasty will not only help the Khan rebuild the Guihua City, but also help the other Khans build the city and set up trading stations in the city..."

Facing Abnay's questions, Wang Wenbai replied with a smile.

"I think the spoils obtained by the Khans after this battle are probably our first business..."

Business, this is just a business. It’s just a business with the Mongolians, but this business seems a bit bloody.

"So where are those Han troops?"

Abnay's question made Wang Wenbai silent. In fact, the king had already given him advice before he came here.

"kill!"

The cold and emotional words were spoken from Zhu Mingzhong's mouth. This sentence did not even cause any turmoil to him.

"Kill them all, no one left."

Zhu Mingzhong emphasized in a deep voice.

"King, they are all Han people."

Wang Wenbai tried to speak for those people. "King, we Han people have died too many. They can always come in handy when they are alive, whether it is Liaodong or overseas, they always need people."

Indeed, since the bandits and the Qing army entered the pass, tens of millions of Han people in the world died, and so many people died, making the world few now.

Not to mention overseas development, even Liaodong does not have enough manpower to consolidate. In this situation where there are few people, why should we kill those people and why can't we keep them?

"Small people!"

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Mingzhong said.

"That was their kill."

Zhu Mingzhong's tone became colder.

"How many people were there when the Qing Dynasty raised its troops? If there were no Han army alone, could they enter the pass? How many people were there when they entered the pass? Without the Han army, could the Manchus do the world?"

"But the king, they all have to..."

"It's a last resort?"

Zhu Mingzhong asked back with a sneer.

"If they had no choice, they could not kill their compatriots. They could kill their superiors when they surrender, and even if they were not good, they could escape. But what choice did they make to help the evil, they were willing to drive the foreign race, and they were even more cruel than Manchus when they killed their own people."

Looking at Wang Wenbai coldly, Zhu Mingzhong continued.

"Why do they do this? It's because they know that even if the army is defeated and even if the Ming Dynasty wins, they will only kill the evil people. As for them, no one will pursue what they did at that time. That's why they will plunder and kill people desperately. People like Wu Sangui are sometimes worried about their reputation, but these Han soldiers have never had such psychological pressure." Taking a deep breath, Zhu Mingzhong said.

"This time, we must never let them do what they want. Since they have become traitors, they must have the awareness of death. If they are allowed to survive, how can future generations warn you? Only when they die will people in the future know that there is no luck to be a traitor, there is only a way out of death."

The king's words appeared in Wang Wenbai's mind. Looking at Abunai, Wang Wenbai said in as calm as possible.

"Kill! If you don't stay, kill them all."
Chapter completed!