"The flag is there, and the flag is there and the people are dead!"

"What a slave, our family hopes that you can put this military flag on the pseudo-royal palace hall in Heituara!"

"Go back, fight back bravely!"

"Eliminate the Jianzhou reactionaries and realize the true liberation of the Jianzhou people!"

"Go, go! Our family is proud of you, the people of Jianzhou are proud of you, and the Ming Empire is proud of you!"

"The red flag swept through the west wind, and today the long tassels are in your hand. When will the old slave be bound?"

“…”

As the military flag fluttered by the river wind, recalling what Eunuch Wei said to him, Suo Hun's eyes holding the spear were suddenly extremely firm.

He is loyal and brave in protecting the country, so he must take his men back and beat him back!

Only by fighting back can he be so that the Fucha Suhun will not live with the infatuation of "female rape";

Only by fighting back can the Suhun of the Fucha family allow the tribes to live a happy and healthy life and a free life!

Oh, no, I no longer call it Fucha Suohun. My father-in-law from the Ming Dynasty has given me the Han surname "Fan". From now on, I will be Fan Hun!

Fan Hun looked coldly at the Jin soldiers who were swimming desperately in the water: Do you still want to run away?

Don’t you know that I, Lord Fan, have been waiting here for you for a long time!

"Shake quickly, swipe quickly!"

"Fu Aman, do you want to let those Jiannu go? Do you don't want to fight me back?" Fan Hun glared fiercely at Fu Aman who was rowing behind him.

"No, no,"

Fan Hun's power made Fu Aman subconsciously lower his head. Although he was unwilling to be an enemy of the former camp, Fan Hun said it well. Fu Aman could only follow him to fight back to Jianzhou, otherwise he would never have thought of raising his head to be a human being in his life.

"Shake! Shake hard!"

After shouting loudly, Fu Aman paddled the pulp vigorously, and the river water brought by the wooden pulp splashed on his and his men's heads.

The head was bare and there were no more braids.

They are no longer the yellow-toothed braided Jiannu, but have returned to the embrace of the motherland and become the Ming official army with the official number!

...........

The ships requisitioned by the Ming army were mostly small boats of fishermen in Yizhou. Although these ships were not carrying many people, they were very fast in the rivers.

In order to catch the big fish, the closest Jin soldiers were more than ten feet away from the riverside. The Ming army, who was coming quickly, approached them quickly while standing on the boat.

"Shoot, shoot arrow!"

Accompanied by Fan Hun's order, the officers and soldiers of the loyal and brave warriors who were still the Eight Banners soldiers a few days ago gritted their teeth and picked up the big bow, and shot at their companions who were swimming in the river.

Several Jin soldiers were shot at the time, screamed and then sank into the water.

Fan Hun was very cunning. He asked people to shoot arrows on the river bank in front of the Jin soldiers, so as to force the Jin soldiers who were already close to the river to swim to both sides in order to avoid arrows.

After carrying the fishing nets discarded by the Jin soldiers onto the boat with a spear, Fan Hun shouted to his subordinates who were rushing from both sides: "Dou go over and intercept them, don't let anyone run away!"

Several small boats soon rushed to the front of the Jin soldiers who had not yet swam ashore. The Ming army on the boat stabbed the Jin soldiers who were struggling with spears to the Jin soldiers who were swimming desperately.

One after another, the Jin soldiers who had not had time to get ashore were stabbed by a spear, and the blood dyed the nearby river water red.

The Jin soldiers who were unwilling to be stabbed to death had to dive into the bottom of the water again. They swam forward based on their feelings, but when they poked their heads out again, the Ming army who was waiting for them was still standing on the ship.

More than a dozen Jin soldiers and Suna who were lucky enough to return to the shore had no way to save their companions who were still in the river. Without weapons, they could only watch the bald Ming army stabbed their companions to death one by one.

"Is it Lord Suohun?"

Suna stared at the extremely familiar third Lord La Ezhen. Once upon a time, this noble Lord La Ezhen was the Eight Banners Warrior they respected the most.

Now, this Eight Banners warrior is brutally killing the Eight Banners officers and soldiers!

What an incredible scene.

"Give me your life, spare me your life!"

An exhausted Jin soldiers who were swimming emerged from the water and called for help and surrender to the Ming army on the ship.

"Catch them up!"

Fan Hun stopped his subordinates from assassinating these soldiers begging for surrender, and his loyal and brave warriors needed manpower to protect the country and return home.

Siteku was not shot by the Ming army, nor did he surrender. Instead, he decided to look at Leng Kong and took a deep breath, and then pierced like a white fish.

He has a good water quality and can hold his breath. Although it is not enough to support him to swim to the other side, it can help him avoid the search of the Ming army.

In the water, he kicked his legs desperately and traveled a long way.

There seemed to be no sound of Ming Jun slapping and killing in his ears. Xiteku thought he was safe and was about to surface and take a breath, but suddenly something was thrown off his head, and then covered him with his whole body, unable to stretch his hands anymore.

Siteku, who was shocked, looked up and his face turned pale in an instant.

A small Ming army boat was parked next to him. The Ming army on the boat was looking at him with malicious intentions, and there was a fishing net on his body.

"Come on or not?"

What surprised Xiteku was that what Ming Jun said was actually the Jurchens.

"If you don't come up, you won't be able to go back to your hometown." The Ming army officer on the ship asked someone to hand the spear to Miziteku.

After hesitating for a moment, Shitku finally took the other party's spear, and then let them drag themselves to the side of the boat and then pulled them up.

"Which water is from? It's good in nature." Someone on the Ming army on the ship asked.

"I am from the Fourth Ala." Shitku whispered.

"Well, you will be my soldier from now on."

The Ming army officer at the bow of the boat turned around and smiled at Shitku, "We are from the Return Group. Follow me to do a good job. I will take you back in the future."

Sitku was silent.

There were still Jin soldiers struggling on the river in the distance. They were able to be selected into the fishing team, which means that they were all watery, but no matter how good the water was, it could not stop the air in their lungs from being used up.

Those who waited for them were either killed by the Ming army, begged for surrender, or disappeared silently.

The Ming army's ships finally left, and there was nothing on the surface of the river.

The desperate Suna and his companions looked quietly and waited, hoping that they could see someone floating out of the water.

But in the end they waited for nothing.

"Go back,"

Suna sighed and picked up the fish that had been sent to the shore into the basket one by one.

Someone said, "What should I do in the future if the fishing net is gone?"

"If it's gone, it's gone."

Suna took the blame behind her, and he didn't know what happened in the future.

............

"I, Da Vajra, have just been established for several months. Should I sign this treaty that is powerless and humiliating with others?"

"Master Gong, don't persuade me anymore. I, Chuying, won't sign even if I beat you to death!"

In the military tent of Da Beile, Jun Ying looked at his master Gong Zhengliu with a red face, holding a few pages of paper in his hand.
Chapter completed!