Chapter 15 Scouting the manor and building a prisoner into the village
Early the next morning, Guo Dajing left the village, still alone, and took a long detour to the manor.
After his physical strength had been restored, Guo Dajing took out his ski equipment again, and when he encountered a downhill slope, he quickly went downhill. When he climbed higher, he put away his ski equipment, and his speed was not much slower than riding a horse.
More than an hour later, Guo Dajing approached the manor. Standing on a hillside two or three miles away from the manor, Guo Dajing took out his hunting crossbow and observed it with the sight on it.
There are many people in the manor, and the Ahabs are busy working.
They are engaged in different kinds of labor. Some serve tea and water at home, wash and cook, and some go out to chop wood and carry water. In spring, summer and autumn, Aha will plow the fields or cultivate gardens.
Aha not only had to perform hard labor, but also went to war with the family leader. After winning the battle, he would push a cart and carry a load to carry back the plundered property.
But in battle, the Ahabs had to act as cannon fodder, pushing the carts forward to withstand artillery fire and arrows.
Guo Dajing carefully observed the distribution of houses and counted the people in the manor.
Except for the occasional slaves who appeared, scolding and giving orders to the Ahabs, no more slaves could be seen.
Obviously, the information obtained by Zhou Qing was accurate, and there were indeed not many slaves left in the manor.
At the same time, Guo Dajing discovered that the number of Aha was also less than what was reported in the intelligence. He thought for a moment and thought that some Aha had gone to war with Jian Nu.
This is better. The fewer people there are, the easier it is for him to sneak in and attack. Although Aha is a Han and a serf, who knows what he is thinking in his heart?
The main house, the secondary house, the woodshed, the barn, the house where Aha lives... Guo Dajing observed carefully, memorized it carefully, and found three suitable places to sneak into.
Although it is not very accurate, Guo Dajing has tried his best to be as detailed as possible. Moreover, no matter how thorough the plan is, the possibility of eventuality cannot be ruled out.
The reason why Guo Dajing dared to attack and kill Jiannu, apart from hatred, was naturally his experience and the training he had received.
If it were a head-to-head confrontation on horseback, Guo Dajing would probably not be the enemy of Jiannu and Yihe; if fighting on foot, with his bayonet skills, he might be able to defeat three or two.
But when it comes to sneak attacks and assassinations, Guo Dajing has absolute confidence. In this era, no one can surpass him in this skill.
I am professional, I am the leader, I am the king of assassinations, and I am the king of sneak attacks.
Guo Dajing took a deep breath, it was fresh and cold, with a lot of negative oxygen ions. Tonight, tonight, he would sneak in like a ghost and kill a dozen animals for the justice in his heart.
Suddenly, Guo Dajing found that there was chaos in the manor. Several slaves were gesticulating and giving instructions. Then someone led the horse, followed by a dozen Aha holding sticks, and left the manor.
In this direction - Guo Dajing judged that they should be heading towards the village. His brows furrowed and tightened. He packed up and returned quickly.
I don’t know if it’s because the two slaves disappeared yesterday. If so, even if the people in the village are innocent, they can’t stop the violence and killing of the slaves.
Because the Jiannu slaves would not reason with the Han people. They did not need clues or evidence. They could fight and kill whenever they wanted.
The main road that Jian Nu took with his people was relatively flat and straight. But with Aha on foot, the speed could not be increased.
Guo Dajing hurriedly hurried, relying on his skiing speed, he was much faster than when he arrived, and finally arrived at the village in more than an hour.
After entering the village, Guo Dajing ran quickly along the village road, shouting loudly as he ran, "Nv, Jurchen, Nv, Jurchen, Nv, Jurchen, here."
Unexpectedly, when Guo Dajing finally called the police smoothly, the reaction of the villagers was not as violent as he thought.
Isn't it possible that "the Japanese are coming" and the people are fleeing with their families?
Guo Dajing could be heard hurriedly coming out to watch. He was afraid and panicked, but he didn't see anyone running away.
Alas! Guo Dajing sighed silently, knowing that he was wrong.
They were forcibly moved here by the Jiannu slaves and were beaten and killed along the way. The Liao people had accepted their fate. No matter how they were arranged and how they were enslaved, the Liao people all accepted their fate.
Guo Dajing rushed to the house, almost opened the door and rushed in, panting and looking around anxiously.
Li Xiucheng was the only one in the room. He stared at Guo Dajing who came in with stunned eyes and was startled.
"Where are people, people -?" Guo Dajing stretched out his hand and pointed randomly.
Li Xiucheng calmed down and said, "My sister and Xiaoni went to collect firewood. I wonder where Uncle Zhao went?"
Guo Dajing thought rapidly in his mind. In such a situation, he could only save those closest to him first, that is, a few people living in the same house.
"Let's go -" Guo Dajing stepped forward, picked up Li Xiucheng, and walked out.
"What's wrong?" Li Xiucheng struggled subconsciously, then let Guo Dajing pull him away, wondering: "Are the Jurchens coming? I seemed to have heard just now..."
Guo Dajing pulled Li Xiucheng and walked quickly on the village road, heading straight to the village.
If they were collecting firewood, Xiaoni and Sister Li Xiu must be in the forest over there. They would meet them and hide first.
But just as they were approaching the entrance of the village, Jiannu and his men had already arrived, driving away the nearby Liao people and blocking the road out of the village.
Guo Dajing pulled Li Xiucheng to a stop and wanted to go back. He could also escape from the back of the village, but the slope was steep and snowy, so no one usually walked on it.
But at this moment, Guo Dajing saw familiar figures appearing at the entrance of the village. They were Sister Li Xiu and Xiao Ni, each holding a small bundle of firewood. Next to them was Zhao Qingshan, carrying a large bundle of firewood.
The three of them must have met together. Zhao Qingshan helped them carry firewood back to the village. By chance, Jian Nu and his men saw him and drove them over.
Guo Dajing stopped, made a decision quickly, turned to Li Xiucheng and said: "Hide, hide - get up." As he said that, he reached out and pointed towards the back of the village.
Li Xiucheng blinked his eyes, nodded vigorously, and said, "I'll wait until you call me to come out." After saying that, he turned around and ran away.
He is a smart and decisive child. Guo Dajing watched Li Xiucheng's little figure go away, took a deep breath, turned around and walked firmly towards the entrance of the village.
"Everyone, come out and gather at the head of the village." Aha, a Han man, led a few people, waving sticks and shouting loudly, along the village road to greet, "The adults in Manchuria have something to ask you."
In the early days, the Jurchens called themselves "Zhushen", and during the Huangtaiji period, they changed their name to "Manchuria". When it was changed to the Ming Dynasty, they were called "Tatars", "Jianlu" and "Donglu".
The people in the village didn't know what was going on and were frightened by the beatings. They walked out of the broken houses in twos and threes and walked towards the head of the village.
Guo Dajing saw Chen Sanxiang and Chen Sihe, as well as other Liao people. Most of them were in good health. Others were probably suffering from cold and hunger and had difficulty moving, or they were lying down waiting to die.
Guo Dajing's eyes met with Chen Sanxiang's and others' eyes, and he nodded slightly. Guo Dajing's face returned to a dull and honest look.