Unexpectedly, Tie Mo smiled slightly and said confidently, "Meiling, don't worry, let Wang Sanshan follow you just to make him cause trouble. I am also deeply afraid that the Jurchens don't know that we have gone down the mountain."
Xu Meiling has been with the army for so many years and has learned a lot about the art of war. She quickly realized, "You mean to attract the attention of the Jurchens?"
"Yes, even if the Jurchens know that we have crossed Jiangjun Peak, they will not easily go to the mountain to fight us. They will definitely concentrate their troops to block the road to the north.
We don't have to do anything. When Li Wanqing's soldiers and horses come from the Bin Mansion, under attack from two sides, the Jurchens will have no choice but to flee in panic."
Pulu Maoduo is located between the Songhua River and Changbai Mountain, and the Mudanjiang River, a tributary of the Songhua River, directly passes through the hinterland of Pulu Maoduo. The tribe is separated from Huining Prefecture by Guangji Ridge, and there is a vast grassland to the east.
With the Changbai Mountain as a natural barrier to the south of the Songhua River, and the fertile water and grass, the Pulumaoduo Tribe became the most powerful Jurchen tribe six years ago.
The tribe has a population of 140,000, and 20,000 of the tribe's young and strong men have joined the expedition to Ningzhou City with the Jurchen army, but the number of people who stayed has reached as many as 5,000. It can be said that the Pulumaoduo tribe today
The strength of the Wanyan clan is close to that of the royal family. Since the Pulu Maoduo tribe is located to the north of Changbai Mountain and adjacent to Changbai Mountain, most of the clan's surnames are named after the place, which is the Fucha clan that is the most famous among the eight Jurchen surnames.
Due to the power of the Fucha family, even the royal family Aixinjueluo had to respect the Fucha family. Starting from Wanyan Aguda's grandfather, every generation of the Wanyan family must have one person marrying the Fucha family. Therefore, in Liaodong,
The Fucha clan is also known as the Huangqin clan.
It is passed down to this generation that the person who married into the Aixinjueluo family was Ling Mo, the younger sister of the slave of the Batulu Shi family of the contemporary Fucha clan.
Although Babutai did not participate in the southern expedition to the Ming Dynasty, and his reputation among the Jurchens was not as good as that of Dorgon and Babuhai, he was deeply supported by various tribes because of his affability, justice and righteousness. Even Dorgon also admired Babutai.
Butai relied on a lot.
The Fucha Shi family slave is even more remarkable. Speaking of this person, he is legendary. Nowadays, the Jurchens are not very concerned about Han civilization. They are far less advocating Han culture than they were in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, but the Shi family slave is
He is an anomaly. He has been studying Han military books since he was fifteen years old. Later, he joined the army to conquer the Liao soldiers at a young age. From the initial defeat to the repeated success stories, the slaves of the Shi family took credit and were granted the title of Batu of the Fucha clan.
Lu, married Nurhachi's daughter and became the Manchu's Golden Sword Prince Consort.
This time, Babuhai considered that the Fucha clan was not a small tribe and that if they wanted to work together, they would have to be acquainted with them, so he invited Aixinjueluo Zongyao, who was stationed in Dongning Prefecture, and asked him to go to Pulu Maoduo in person.
The Ministry supervises the war, and with Aixinjueluo Zongyao, his brother-in-law, there is no reason for the slaves of the Shi family not to do their best.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the vast grassland. At a glance, the sky is red like a red cloth inlaid on the edge of the grassland. Groups of white sheep are walking along the river, and the shepherds are singing melodious songs. Quietly
The quiet Songhua River exuded the vitality of spring everywhere. At this time, a girl wearing a blue hairpin was holding a riding crop and whipping the grass on the ground. The two servants behind her just lowered their heads and did not dare to say a word.
This girl is sixteen or seventeen years old. She has a pair of big eyes like pearls and gems, and her long black hair is tied into wheat braids. She looks fresh and beautiful. This woman is none other than Ling Mo, the biological sister of the slaves of the Shi family.
As the tribal pearl of the Fucha clan, Ling Mo was held in the palm of others' hands since she was a child. Everyone thought she must be happy, but few knew that she was also very depressed in her heart. "Damn Shi family slave, I don't want to marry you."
Give it to Babutai!"
Ling Mo doesn't like Aixinjueluo Babutai at all. Maybe others think Aixinjueluo Babutai is mature, steady, friendly and peaceful, but Ling Mo doesn't like such a man. She thinks a real man should be like her brother Shi
As a domestic slave, he has a strategy and courage that no man can match. A real hero should go out of Liaodong and open up territory for the Qing Dynasty. Faintly, Ling Mo likes the Fourteen Baylor who is sharp-edged and has a groove in his chest, who is today
Dorgon. Yesterday Babutai came and got angry and started making trouble with his brother, but it was of no use at all.
Ling Mo didn't want to see Babutai's face, so he simply led his servant outside and walked slowly along the river.
, but my mood didn't get much better. Seeing that it was getting dark, Ling Mo had no intention of going back. Now the two servants couldn't help it, "Aduo, it's getting late. If you don't go back, Khan will
I'm going to be angry."
Ling Mo closed his mouth tightly and stared at the two slaves with his big eyes, staring at them so hard that they trembled all over. The slaves knew how powerful the riding whip was, and the Aduo people were so tall.
She is beautiful, but her heart is too soft to compliment her. Whenever she is offended, she will be whipped.
But today was strange. A'duo just waited for a while with big eyes, shook his wheat braids, and walked forward slowly. The two slaves breathed a sigh of relief and didn't dare to say anything more. Good guys, I don't know where to leave.
What kind of shit is it that you are not whipped? If you keep talking nonsense, you are asking for trouble. Let her wander. Anyway, no one dares to mess with the Fucha family in the Songhua River area.
As Ling Mo walked, he got further and further away from the tribe. At this time, Fucha Shi's slave had already forgotten about the sister. He frowned, and there were several corpses in the tent.
The death pattern of the person was surprisingly the same. All the heads were chopped off by some sharp weapon, but other parts of the body were left unscathed.
The slaves of the Shi family beat the young Sui Aixinjueluo Aguda and conquered the Liao Dynasty. What kind of dead people have I never seen? But when I saw the corpses on the ground, I still couldn't help but feel heart palpitations. What kind of person would deliberately chop off others?
How could this be murder? It was simply a demonstration. Not long after, Babutai, dressed in military uniform, hurried in. Although Babutai was two years younger than Dorgon, he had wrinkles on his forehead and skin.
With a charred face and a beard, he is much older than Dorgon in terms of appearance, and even worse than Dorgon in terms of handsomeness. It is understandable to say that Ling Mo dislikes Babutai. After all, everyone
Every girl has a prince charming in her heart.
"Slave from the Shi family, who did this?" Babutai came relatively late and didn't understand the situation at all. The slave from the Shi family waved his hand and motioned for the guards to drag the body out, and then narrated with a solemn expression, "It's the Han people, before.
There were shouts in Tong Lin's tent, and when others rushed over, no one in the tent was breathing. Then the two Han men jumped over the fence and walked away. I was afraid of being ambushed by the Han people, so I didn't dare to send anyone to pursue them."
Babutai nodded lightly. Now that night is falling, ambushes can be hidden everywhere on the grassland. It is right not to give the order to pursue. If we are ambushed by the Han people, we will lose more than we gain. "It's really weird. Let's put it on the riverside."
There is no news from the soldiers and horses. It is said that the Han soldiers and horses have not come down the mountain. Why are they here now? If it is to investigate the news, they should not leak their whereabouts like this. What on earth do the Han people want to do?
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What Babutai was confused about was exactly what Shi Jianu was puzzled about. After so many years in the army, he had never seen a scout take the initiative to reveal his whereabouts. When a scout inquires about information, the most important thing is to hide, but like the Han people
It is really rare to do this. After thinking for a while, Shi Jianu shouted outside the account, "Tulan, please quickly send an order to Qishan and ask him to lead all the soldiers and horses to rush to the riverside. Be sure to keep an eye on every place in the south.
The Han people must not be allowed to come over, and all tribes are strictly ordered not to go up the mountain privately, and those who disobey the order will be killed."
Shi Jianu's order was issued, and Babutai did not raise any objection. At present, this arrangement is the most appropriate. If something strange happens, something will happen, so it is most important to defend first. Shi Jianu did nothing wrong.
What, even if Zhuge Wuhou is reincarnated, he probably won't be able to do better than the Shi family slaves. Since the Northern Jin army is in the south, it can just block the road to the north from Changbai Mountain.
But the slaves of the Shi family never dreamed that they fell into Tie Mo's plan. It was not that the slaves of the Shi family were incompetent, but that people in this era did not pay attention to the navy, not to mention that the Jurchens did not have the concept of the navy in their heads. The Shi family slave
Both Nu and Babutai had a headache, and they were discussing some detailed troop arrangements to prevent any big loopholes. Around the end of the hour, Turan opened the door and hurried in, "Khan... something is a little bit...
Something's wrong, A'duo hasn't come back yet. I heard from my mother that A'duo has been out for more than two hours."
Shi Jianu was shocked when he heard this. His sister had the habit of going out to race horses when she was angry, but usually she would come back after running for an hour. It was a bit strange to be away for so long this time, not to mention that it was completely dark now.
, the camp had just been attacked by the Han people, so the slaves of the Shi family could not help but become impatient. Babutai was much more anxious than the slaves of the Shi family. Although he did not have a strong desire for the position of King Khan, he could move up to the next level.
If so, why
Why not?
Whether he can occupy a place in the Manchu Qing Dynasty in the future depends on whether he can marry Ling Mo. As long as he marries Ling Mo and has the Fucha family to help him, although Babutai is not the Khan King, he will have the strength to compete with Dorgon.
. Standing up, Dorgon shook his beard and said angrily, "Tulan, what are you doing standing still? Call Zong Qing and go find A'duo quickly. If anything happens to A'duo, I will take care of him."
You are asking."
"Yes...yes..." Tulan put one hand on his chest and agreed hastily. Then the entire Pucha City fell into panic. Almost everyone knew the news of Ling Mo's disappearance. Pucha City,
Also known as Fulcha, which is the origin of the Fulcha clan, it can be said that the city of Pucha is the core of the Pulumaoduo tribe. There are traces of Han people here, and the tribesmen can't help but panic.
On the way to Changbai Mountain from the Songhua River, Ling Mo rode on a horse and waved his whip constantly, and the little golden bells in her hair rang in the wind. She didn't want to go back. If she went back at this time, she would inevitably have the Shi family slaves nagging her, so she might as well go
Fukang'an stayed one night and returned tomorrow. Fukang'an, the whole city's Fucha Kang'an, grew up with Ling Mo since childhood. Although he was his master's servant, Ling Mo always regarded Fukang'an as his trustworthy brother.
Seeing that they would be arriving at Fukang Anna in half an hour, there was a rapid sound of horse hooves behind them. The two slaves quickly stopped the horses, gripped their scimitars and shouted behind them, "Who is it?"
"Quack...Grandpa is here. He doesn't get off his horse and is captured. His grandma dares to ask me who I am. Quack...Old Tang, you go ahead." A burst of crazy words floated over, and they were also harsh.
There was no one else but Wang Sanshan. He had not had much fun in Pucha City and was still complaining along the way. Now he met a few more people looking for death and he immediately became happy.
As he spoke, he slapped the horse on the back and made a rattling noise with the big scissors in his hands. The two slaves were not experts. They could only stare. Their heads were cut off without even pulling out the knives. The headless corpses were hanging on the horse's back.
It shook and fell to the ground with a bang.
Although Ling Mo was quite powerful, he had never been on the battlefield and had never seen such a bloody scene. The death of the two domestic slaves was already tragic, but it also looked like their heads were thicker at the top and narrower at the bottom, and their faces were covered with steel slag. A pair of
The mung bean eyes were so ghastly that Ling Mo was so frightened that he opened his mouth and shouted, then he pulled his horse and ran away, "Ghost... there is a ghost..."
Wang Sanshan was originally very proud, but when he heard Ling Mo's words, his face immediately darkened, and he stretched out his body to chase after him, "Grandma's, you little bitch, don't break it, stop quickly, and let grandpa cut it."
Head."
Ling Mo was so frightened that he lost his courage. He was so panicked that he ran around for a while. Where was Wang Sanshan's opponent? In the blink of an eye, he was brought back by Wang Sanshan. Wang Sanshan was not a pity person.
In the world, there are only two kinds of people, one is killable and the other is unkillable. Seeing the big scissors coming, Ling Mo was so frightened that his face burst into tears and he closed his eyes tightly. Wang Sanshan was ignorant,
Sha Diao is a careful person. He has seen a lot. He can tell at a glance that Ling Mo's horse is a good horse. Looking at Ling Mo's clothes and the decoration on his head, it is definitely not what ordinary herdsmen can have.
Although horses are produced in Liaodong, good horses are valued more. As far as Sha Diao knows, the Jurchens have the habit of giving good horses to tribal warriors and nobles. The girl in front of her is definitely not a warrior, she is naturally a noble, especially
The golden scimitar inlaid with precious stones on her waist is a symbol of nobility. It is impossible to say that this woman is of great use. How can Wang Sanshan cut off her head all at once?
Ling Mo was already desperate. She was a little dazed and felt bitter in her heart. She was just running out of anger, so why did she encounter such a murderous god who cut off people's heads at every turn? Just when she was desperate, she heard a ding and a gust of cold wind.
He scratched his neck, and then the weird man shouted, "Lao Sha, what are you doing? Is this your mother-in-law?"
What's this mess? You know Wang Sanshan's temper very well. Except for His Highness and the First Lady, I'm afraid Wang Sanshan won't listen to anyone. He is aboveboard. How could a Jurchen woman want to be angry with Wang Sanshan? She would have been angry long ago.