"You don't need to ask."

Hababushi waved his hand impatiently. After he issued the order, it was naturally the most excited by the officers and nobles of the Hairi Chagai group. They jumped up and down, which made Hababushi dislike it - are you so happy when the military advisor is about to die?

The mood that cannot be heard is indeed very contradictory.

Hairi Chagai inexplicably scolded him, touched his nose helplessly, and said, "The spies have heard that Amin's army has not returned. Now, there are only tens of thousands of Han slave soldiers and more than 3,000 wild Jurchen and mature Jurchen elites in the camp outside the city."

"It's true that I haven't come back!" This good news diluted some mood that was not shady. He smiled and slammed his fists on the table with excitement, muttering: "I knew that even Zining would never let Amin escape so easily! Then, now Alizhe Guards are not only empty in their troops, but also have no defense at all. The only thing we have to deal with this time is the three thousand Jurchens."

"That's right, those guys are vulnerable, and they'll be finished after a while!"

Hairi Chagai licked his lips, with a bloodthirsty expression on his face and said, "Father Sweat, let me rush to the first round!"

Ha, he looked at him with a firm determination: "Hairi Chagai, let you fight for the battle, yes, but you must ensure that you are never reckless and absolutely cautious. There is a saying by the Han people that makes a lot of sense, and the eagle fights against the rabbit, and do its best. We have won this battle, but only then can we be more cautious."

He sighed long and said, "The 50,000 soldiers have almost been lost. Our Fuyu Wei is already injured and can no longer bear any losses. Do you understand?"

Although he disagreed with the Han people's words about Raoshizi, he could still listen to the words he couldn't say, and patted his chest: "Don't worry, father, I'll save it!"

"Go!"

I can't wave my hand.

Looking at Hairi Chagai's back as he disappeared from sight, he twisted his beard with relief, and there was a smile on his face.

This is my son whom I can't bear! The wolf king on the grassland! How can the little boy Ulaanbari compare with him?

He had already made a decision in his heart. After returning to Fuyuwei this time, he announced to all his people that Li Hairi Chagai would be his heir.

It's time to make a decision.

As the sky was just getting dark, the 30,000 Fuyu Guards who had assembled quietly left the city. The horse's hooves were wrapped in thick cloth. They held a piece of paper in their mouths, and in the darkness, they quietly blocked and killed in the direction of Alizwei.

These 30,000 soldiers are also all the forces that Fuyu Guard can take out.

In addition to the 500 remaining troops, Wuzhe's rear guard was already an empty city.

They took advantage of the night to see and touch the dense forest near the sea not far from Alizwei, and hid it.

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The fog was thick and covered Alizhewei.

A camp was established about two miles west of Alizhe Acropolis.

The camp covers a very large area, three or four miles in radius. It is similar to a small town, but it is extremely simple. There are not even a few tents inside, but it is full of shacks.

Sewage flowed across the shacks, garbage was thrown everywhere, and there were even a few open-air pits. The smell was really wonderful.

This place doesn't look like a military camp, but it's more like a slum.

In fact, this is the residence of the Han slave soldiers under Amin's tent.

When Amin first attacked Alizhewei, he had 80,000 Han slave soldiers under his command. Later, he lost a lot of attacks on Alizhewei, only more than 40,000 people. However, after capturing Alizhewei, all the Han people were turned into slaves, and the number increased a lot, and now it is maintained at around 70,000.

The Jurchen army had a very strict hierarchy, which was similar to the four-level public system during the Yuan Dynasty.

The first class is naturally the Haixi Jurchens who followed Amin to Jiahewei, and the second class is the Wild Jurchens who were captured from the old forests in the mountains. The third class is the Han slave soldiers who had surrendered from Jiahewei, and the fourth class is the recently collected.

The Jurchens were all stationed in the city, living in large houses that were snatched from the Han people, while the Han people all lived in the military camp outside - a shack.

This hierarchical differentiation system is extremely obvious in terms of residence.

The artificial generals and soldiers divided into several levels. In the long run, it will definitely not be possible. It will definitely intensify the contradictions and cause internal conflicts. However, in a short period of time, the effect is good - there are countless cannon fodders in the army, which effectively reduces the casualties of the main force, and oppresses them with severe punishments and cruel systems, which actually makes the combat effectiveness of these slave soldiers quite good.

To be honest, this varies from person to person. Some people, with skillful means, can also train these cannon fodders, such as Lian Zining, and some people, even if you give him 500,000 elites, they can still ruin you. It doesn’t need to say who they are. Moreover, the latter are often narrow-minded and do not want to teach a lesson. It is really sad that such people are in power.

And Amin and Lian Zining are the same type of people.

Just as Lian Zining did to those Jurchen slave soldiers, he also used various means to control these Han slave soldiers. In fact, to put it bluntly, it was nothing more than those - suppressing those who were disobedient and punishing them severely. Reward those who were obedient and made meritorious service, and giving them official positions, money, and women. In this way, people's hearts could not be unified, and with those who had gained benefits as role models, the rest would follow suit.

Of course, this thing is easy to say, but it is quite difficult to actually operate, and it is even more difficult to implement.

Rewards and punishments are clear. This sentence has been said for thousands of years, but there have never been many people who have actually done it.

Amin was able to do it, and this alone was enough to make Lian Zining pay attention to him. Moreover, it seemed that Amin did not do worse than Lian Zining.

It was already late at night now, and there was obviously no nightlife in the camp, and it was already in deep silence.

Except for the occasional team of soldiers on night patrol passing by, there was no other sound.

Zhao Manxiong sat up suddenly, his forehead full of cold sweat.

He gasped heavily and clenched his fists hard.

It’s another nightmare, another nightmare that can never be seen, and it’s a nightmare that is deeply imprinted in my heart!

Although the scenes in the dream have passed a year, in Zhao Manxiong's heart, it seems like yesterday.

Those scenes gradually appeared in front of him. His eyes became clear.

His home is in Wumu Town.

Wumu Town is a subordinate of Jiahewei. The origin of its name is because there are five huge fir trees on a hill next to the town.

I don’t know how many years the fir tree has grown in the mountains and forests. It is more than 30 meters tall. The extremely thick trunk takes more than twenty people to embrace it. What’s even more rare is that the trunk stands straight and only at the top can there be some branches and leaves. Five towering trees, like five giants, guarding the town.

Wumu Town is named because of this and is quite famous.

However, a few years ago, those big trees were cut down. It is said that it was the order given by Yang Xuezhong, a general in northern Liaoning. He cut down the giant trees to build a mansion for him. At that time, just transporting the five giant trees, he used tens of thousands of people. Zhao Manxiong still remembers the spectacular scene clearly.

From then on, Wumu Town was no longer worthy of its name.

Zhao Manxiong is an ordinary hunter. He is very skilled among the Han people. He often hunts a lot of things from the mountains and forests. At the same time, he also planted twenty acres of land at home, and his life is harmonious and beautiful. Although it is not a good food and food, it is a rare luxury for ordinary people to see some meat every now and then.

There are not only Han people in the town, but in fact, there are also a few Jurchens.

Some of them were local wild Jurchens. They gradually adapted to the lives of the Han people, while others moved from other places.

In Zhao Manxiong's eyes, these Jurchens are pretty good. Although they are rude and unliterate, they are simple and cheerful, and they are easy to get along with. Some of them have lived here for several generations, no longer hunting, and have also pleaded with wastelands and farmed with the Han people. Besides, this is the territory of our Han people. What dares them, Jurchens?

This idea is not only something he has, but many Han people do.

Even in the town, the Han people occupied a completely dominant and strong position. In that era, there was no national protection policy. The Han people were absolutely strong nations. In this era, it was normal to bully the weak and strongly.

But all of this happened over and over last year.

Those days, Zhao Manxiong would never forget them in his life.

He returned from hunting in the mountains that day and found that the people in the town were panic and fell into panic. Many wealthy families with slightly assets began to rush to pack up their property and carry it in big trucks, heading towards the south like a rush to escape.

The town was in a state of anxiety and uneasiness.

The Jurchens in the town were all excited and gathered in groups at the street entrance, holding knives, wooden sticks and other things.

In the past, they were not only cautious but at least polite in front of the Han people, but now they were arrogant. When the Han people saw them, they nodded and dared not look directly.

After Zhao Manxiong inquired, he realized that Amin was leading the Jurchen army to fight!

The Jiahe Guard has been occupied, and maybe it will be possible to hit here in a short while!

After hearing this news, Zhao Manxiong shivered at the moment - Who doesn’t know the cruelty of the Jurchens?

He hurried home, and around the house, several Jurchens were wandering around him with malicious intentions.

What they could not hide was a lustful gaze in their eyes - Zhao Manxiong's wife was a beauties that were numerous in Wumu Town.

Zhao Manxiong comforted his anxious wife, and decided to stay here for another night and go to the countryside to hide tomorrow.

But unexpectedly, sleeping all night will make him regret it for life.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Manxiong was clamored by the roars and cries outside, and blood was pouring into the sky.

The massacre began.

Unexpectedly, the initiators of the massacre were not the Jurchen Tatars army, but the Jurchens in the town.

They had already made plans during the day. After late at night, they organized themselves separately, held sharp blades, broke into the homes of the Han people, wanted to massacre Han people, raped Han women, robbed their property, and burned their houses.

If you are not my race, your heart will be different. These unfamiliar wolf will be no matter how peaceful you are before, once you get the chance, you will immediately turn into a bloodthirsty demon.

Zhao Manxiong's family was not spared.

Four or five Jurchens broke into his home with big bags, and what made him feel even more chill was that their bodies were covered in blood. One of them was holding a head in his hand, and blood dripped down from behind.

His eyebrows and eyes were clear, and he was Wang Er from the next door.

Zhao Manxiong is good at it, but his fists are defeated by four hands. One meeting is that he is knocked down.

He was tied to the pillar - those Jurchens deliberately did not kill him just to let him watch it on purpose and suffer greater humiliation. Life is worse than death!

He watched with his own eyes, the Jurchens rage in their homes.

A Jurchen named Fu Cha pressed his gentle and virtuous wife under his body. After fucking her hard, she inserted a branch as thick as an arm into her lower body, and blood was poured out. The Jurchen man laughed wildly and kept twitching with the branches until his wife was dying and could only make extremely faint moans before pulling out the branches. At that time, countless blood and shattered internal organs came out together.

Fucha is a hunter, she is not good at farming, and she is addicted to alcohol, so she can’t save any money at all. Zhao Kuanxiong still remembers that the mountain was blocked by heavy snow last year. He couldn’t get rid of the pot at home, so he came to borrow food. Zhao Kuanxiong lent him a bag of wheat. Otherwise, I’m afraid that the winter Fucha would not be able to survive.

But Fucha's wife was plundering her house at this moment. She wrapped all the valuable things she could see in cloth and put them on the big cart he rushed to his house. Soon, the big cart was full and could no longer hold anything.

Grain, copper coins, mountain goods and wild game, nothing is left.

Another Jurchen, Zhao Manxiong's neighbor, had a very good temper. Whenever Zhao Manxiong hugged his son out for a walk, he would smile and touch the child's head and say some good things. At this moment, he picked up his three-year-old child and smashed him hard on the hard stone mill over and over again until he threw the child to death. Then Su Laoji cut off the child's head and threw it into the big pot, filled it with water, filled the stove with firewood, and lit the fire. He watched the bloody head rise and fall in the water, and laughed happily.

Zhao Kuanxiong's eyes were so bitter that he was bleeding from the corners of his eyes. He roared wildly, his throat was hoarse, blood flowed out of his throat, and his vocal cords were torn, but the more he roared, the more excited the Jurchens were.
To be continued...