April in the south of the Yangtze River is already the oriole and green willow.

In April of the north, you can still see the snow covered on the mountaintops in the distance.

The ground was slightly more open-minded, and the battle boots with iron nails stepped on the soil, and the marks with diamond patterns appeared.

A warrior wearing red cotton armor slowly walked to the river, took off the cowhide kettle at his waist, firstly slashed the gurgling water in the stream, and then tilted the mouth of the kettle.

The sun was very bright, and the long iron tip on his gun helmet reflected a dazzling light.

The circular iron armor wrapped on his arm looked like a dazzling ball of light from a distance.

law.....

Just after the warriors were filled with water, they could not wait to rush to the river, lowering their heads to divert water.

"Terminal!"

The warrior handed the kettle to a general who was in his early thirties and looked like a jade-like face.

The latter did not connect, but was still looking at the snow-covered mountains in the distance.

He is Fu Rang, the general officer of the Ming Dynasty camp in Goryeo. The highest military and political chief of Goryeo, the new territory of the Ming Dynasty.

Seeing him looking deep in the distance, behind Fu Rang, a man with a triangular eyes and beard slowly approaching, saying in a somewhat strange Chinese language, "Sir, there is Baitou Mountain over there!" As he said, he added, "The holy mountain of our Goryeo people is the birthplace of Goryeo people!"

Then, his eyes were filled with piety and expectation, looking into the distance...

"Hamton's curtain comparison..." (You fart)

A sudden curse, like a cold blade, made the Korean who was talking just now shudder.

Immediately afterwards, a Jurchen warrior with a rat tail with money was seen pulling out the knife, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"You...you..." The Goryeo was shocked and hurriedly hid behind Fu Rang's personal soldiers. "The adults save the villain, and the woman savages are going to kill people!"

"Hahahaha!" Everyone around him burst into laughter.

"Rong Bao, why are you so angry!" Fu Rang said to the Jurchen warrior.

There were warriors of all races in the Ming army. Especially the border troops in the north, the Mongolians, Sememen, Jurchens, and Goryeo... In fact, the army is the most xenophobic but also the most united.

"General!" The Jurchen warrior named Rong Bao stared at the Goryeo, "That's not Baitou Mountain! That's Changbai Mountain for our Jurchens!" As he said, he pointed to the Goryeo who was hiding behind his personal soldiers and said angrily, "When will it become yours? The lowly Goryeo!"

He is not very proficient in Chinese, but sometimes it is Chinese, and there is also Jurchen in Chinese. When he scolds people, he looks like a shaman, and he is quick and stingy.

For this scene, Fu Rang, other personal soldiers were no longer surprised.

The Jurchens and the Goryeo are mortal enemies, and they will be pinched as soon as they meet.

"That's our Baitou Mountain!" the Korean people shouted.

"......" The Jurchens didn't think about how to answer in Chinese for a long time, and they got angry and drew their swords.

"Okay!" Fu Rang's face darkened.

Rong Bao immediately put down the knife in his hand, but his eyes were still looking at the Goryeo man like a knife.

"Yong Seotae, come here!" Fu Rang hooked his finger at the Goryeo man.

The latter's eyes suddenly shone in his eyes and ran over happily.

Bang!

But in a second, Yoon Seok-tae was slapped directly by Fu Rang and fell to the ground.

"The villain is guilty..." He did not dare to ask the reason, so he could only kneel down like a dog, waving his tail to beg for mercy.

Fu Rang lit the lower edge of his helmet in his hand and looked at him seriously, "That's not your Goryeo Baitou Mountain, it's Changbai Mountain! Do you understand?"

"..." Yoon Seok-tae was stunned, then kowtowed violently, "Yes, it's Changbai Mountain!"

"In the future, don't let me hear the three words Baitoushan from the Goryeo people!" Fu Rang glanced at the other party coldly, and then waved his hand to Rong Bao.

The latter inserted the knife around his waist and strided forward.

"The mountain from now on will be Changbai Mountain!" Fu Rang said with a smile.

"That was originally Changbai Mountain!" Rong Bao answered directly without thinking.

Fu Rang smiled and patted the other person's shoulder gently, "Remember, that's not your Jurgent Changbai Mountain in the future!"

"Hmm?" Rong Bao's eyes were lingering, and he was a little angry.

"It's our Changbai Mountain in the Ming Dynasty!" Fu Rang whipped lightly and directly whipped the other party's bare forehead, with a red mark.

Rong Bao was thinking about Changbai Mountain in our Ming Dynasty.

"You, you..." Fu Rang pointed to the two of them one after another, "They are both from the Ming Dynasty!"

"Yes, yes, yes, a little life is a person from the Ming Dynasty, and death is a ghost from the Ming Dynasty!" Yoon Seok-tae said hurriedly.

Rong Bao looked at the other party with disdain, his eyes full of disgust.

"Haha!" The old army soldier behind Fu Rang smiled, "Master, the Jurchens in our army look down on the Goryeo, and on the other hand, the Goryeo also look down on the Jurchens. The Goryeo is willing to take them with the Mongols, but the Mongols always beat them up with the Jurchens..."

This old army was a veteran of the Fu family. Fu Youde was with the horseman around him during his reign, so he did not call Fu Rang the official position or title, but like an old servant in the family, he called Fu Rang the master.

Fu Rang smiled and didn't say much.

Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at the other side. At the same time, the old soldiers beside him also noticed something moving at the first time, and in the blink of an eye it was already in his hand.

"Mr. Zhentai!"

A cavalry, whose dry lips were not bloody at all. He dismounted ten steps in front of Fu Rang and trotted, "Zhenshuai, twenty miles ahead of him, found the Goryeo rebel brigade, at least four thousand people!"

Wherever there is conquest, there is resistance. Moreover, there is no 100% conquest in this world.

Under the timid appearance of the Goryeo people, they were full of vicious eyes. Facing the Ming army's swords and guns, they were obedient and obedient. But in places where the Ming army could not see them, they turned into poisonous snakes.

Since the Ming Dynasty included Goryeo into its territory, rebellions in various places have continued to continue. The small ones are just three or five villages, while the large ones can often sweep across several places in a state.

In fact, the Ming army was eager to get bigger as much as possible for such large-scale rebellion.

First of all, if the Koreans do not resist, how can they show the importance of garrison? This is the same as raising enemies to gain weight, and everyone's military achievements are all on this.

Secondly, if you don’t resist, everyone will eat and drink in a poor place in Goryeo. You rebel with your rebellion and rob with your robbery. What you rob will eventually fall into the pocket of the garrison.

Again, this kind of rebellion was also something that the Ming Dynasty liked to see. The more powerful the rebels in the Goryeo, the more likely it would arouse the disgust of the Goryeo people themselves. People are like this. After finally having a stable life, the taxes are less than during the Goryeo King period. Poor children can also study. Why are you making trouble?

Moreover, your so-called rebellion has no right or right, and secondly, hitting a stone with an egg will only kill your own people for fun.

This time, Fu Rang led his troops out to find this group of Goryeo rebels.

Unexpectedly, it was blocked at the foot of Changbai Mountain.

"Send orders, gather, attack!" Fu Rang issued a few military orders simply, turned around and turned over to the horse.

Suddenly, he saw Changbai Mountain covered with snow in the distance again.
Chapter completed!