Is it possible that he will be a bad guy in this life?
"You...what are you going to do?"
Mangguji didn't dare to move, except to roar.
Just because the Han people brought by General Wu were so skillful in killing people, the prince of Aohan in the big tent was dead in a matter of seconds.
Sonomu lay paralyzed in a pool of blood, looking straight at Mangguji with his eyes wide open.
He seemed to be asking Mangguji why he wanted to kill him?
Mang Guji was troubled and couldn't express her pain, because she didn't know anything about what happened today.
General Wu looked calm, took out a piece of paper from his arms and threw it to Mang Guji.
"Princess, look, your husband is planning to betray you."
Mang Guji took it and took a look, his whole body was cold.
It was a letter, written by Sonomu to Huang Taiji. The letter said that Mangguji was planning something that seemed to be detrimental to the Khan, and he begged Huang Taiji to take more precautions.
There is no mistaking the handwriting of Mangguji, it is Sonomu's.
It's really unbelievable that a couple under the covers, so far apart from each other, would secretly harm themselves behind their backs.
Because of this incident, Mangguji's anger somewhat dissipated.
"You have killed so many people, and the Aohan tribe will definitely not give up. If Huang Taiji finds out, he will also send an army to conquer."
General Wu had already stood up and walked out, his words carried forward by the cold wind.
"Your Highness, the Aohan tribe is yours now. Your Aohan tribe will not do anything to us. Huang Taiji is coming to attack? Why should we wait here for him to attack? Let's go, follow me to meet Sanbeile
, they should be here."
When Mang Gurtai and Liang Fa arrived in Kaiyuan, the city had turned into a bloody hell.
All those loyal to Sonomu and Prince Aohan did not escape the liquidation and were all slaughtered.
In the end, there were still more than 1,100 people who had fully served Manggu Ji, and they were basically all young and strong.
"With such a small manpower, can't we defeat Huang Taiji? Kaiyuan can't defend it either."
After understanding the situation, Mang Gurtai looked sad.
Wu Jiang took out the map and spread it out on the table, making Mang Gurtai and Mang Guji both look greedy.
"Go north, go further north. As long as we pass Sakhalian-Ula (Heilongjiang), Huang Taiji will have nothing to do with us."
General Wu revealed the final plan.
From the beginning, their plan was to flee north with Mang Gurtai and Mang Guji.
But this plan completely angered Mang Gurtai.
"Damn it, the north is a barbaric land with lack of food and clothing. We will all freeze to death and starve to death over there."
Mang Guji also looked cold.
Although it is very cold in Kaiyuan, there are houses to keep out the cold. I don’t know how many people will die if we go north in this extremely cold weather.
Liang Fa pointed at the map and said, "Aren't there many tribes in the north?"
The map is clearly marked. Along the way north, there are countless tribes of various sizes.
Mang Gurtai felt that he had fallen into a pit.
"They are all poor people. What's the use of talking about them? Besides, these are Huang Taiji's dogs. They can bite us to death."
Wu Jiang smiled, hehehehe, very coldly.
"Sanbeile, are these tribes strong?"
Mang Gurtai blurted out.
"You are so strong."
To the north of Liaohaiwei, Qingyang Fort and Zhenbei Fort were the original boundaries of the Ming Dynasty in Liaodong, and now they are also the boundaries of the Later Jin Dynasty.
Although the north is still the territory of Hou Jin, most of the population has been moved to the vicinity of Liaoshen, so it has become increasingly desolate.
It turns out that in the Jianzhou Jurchen and Haixi Jurchen territories, only some scattered small tribes were left struggling to survive.
Their main task was to go further north to capture the wild Jurchens, and then come back to replenish Hou Jin's army.
Wu will hold the pearl of wisdom in his hands.
"Since they are not strong, that is really great. They can just become our supply depot and help us go north."
The plan is already obvious.
General Wu and Liang Fa wanted to take Mang Gurtai and Mang Guji to flee north, escape Heilongjiang, and establish themselves in the territory of the savage Jurchens.
If Huang Taiji is willing to come after him, then he can come.
The area north of Heilongjiang is vast and sparsely populated, enough to hide and seek with the Hou Jin army.
The Hou Jin Dynasty was still facing a war with the Ming Dynasty. If they really dared to send a large army all the way to Nuergandusi to hunt down Mang Gurtai, if something happened, it would be too late to come back for reinforcements.
Although the journey north is very difficult, it is Mang Gurtai's only choice to survive.
"As long as you are alive, Huang Taiji will be like a awn on your back. His name is not right, his words are not right, and he carries the bad reputation of killing his brothers and expelling his dissidents. If you die, everything will stop."
Wu explained the key points clearly to Mang Gurtai.
"You choose."
Mang Gurtai fell silent.
Of course he doesn't want to die.
But as he headed north, his scalp went numb when he thought of the terrifying weather and the little strength he had at hand.
"There are too few people. After a few battles, everyone will die. In the end, Huang Taiji will not be killed."
General Wu looked over faintly.
"What if we could help you increase your strength?"
When everyone came outside the tent, they saw that dozens of large vehicles had been brought close. All the vehicles were covered with grass and their purpose was unknown.
Wu Jiang walked to the leading car and pushed aside the grass, revealing a long wooden box inside.
When the box was pried open, the gleaming firecracker immediately seduced Mang Gurtai's heart and soul.
"Ouch, this..."
The three of them, Mang Gurtai, were all shocked. They rushed over and took out the firecrackers from the box, their eyes fascinated.
They are all knowledgeable. Just by looking at the material, they can tell that this gun is much better than the ones used by the Ming and Jin armies.
But Mang Gurtai fiddled with it and discovered something fishy.
"Where to put the match rope?"
General Wu took the fire blunderbuss, took the medicine pot, and started demonstrating on the spot.
He first took out a paper shell charge, poured it all directly into the barrel, and then stuffed the spherical lead bullet into it. Then he took out the purge bar from under the barrel and fed all the gunpowder and projectiles into the bottom of the barrel.
After holding up the fire gun, the small cover on the right side of the gun body was opened. He poured the medicine noodles from the medicine pot into it, and then closed the lid.
Just when Mang Gurtai and the other three were wondering how he placed the match rope, he had already raised his gun and aimed it at a small stone thirty steps away.
"boom……"
The broken stones deeply impacted the nerves of the three Mang Gurtai people.
Especially the battlefield veteran Mang Gurtai, the performance of this fire gun in front of him made him understand the value of it.
He snatched the gun from General Wu's hand and gently stroked the hot barrel as if stroking the skin of a peerless beauty.
"Good thing, really good thing. This is the most powerful magic weapon in the world!"
General Wu sneered, but did not show it, instead pointing to the long cart.
"Five hundred firecrackers, fifteen thousand kilograms of gunpowder, and ten thousand projectiles, are they enough for us to defeat Sakhalian Ulla?"