He Zhuo bit the edge of the tea cup, his narrow eyes full of ginseng expression.
The Ming Dynasty woman opposite did not seem to be pretending to be angry and blaming her own court.
Zheng Haizhu really doesn't have any ambiguity about acting.
Historically, Kaiyuan and Tieling, the important towns in Liaodong during the Ming Dynasty, had fallen into the hands of Hou Jin. Tens of thousands of Han people in the two cities were massacred by the Eight Banners invaders. Then it was the turn of Yehe Jurchen further north to be destroyed by Nurhaci.
In the current time and space, although the generals of the Liaodong generals from Zhang Chengyin to Poting Ting are still alive, from Fushun Liaoyang to Kaiyuan Tieling, they are still in the hands of the Ming Dynasty, and the hundreds of Li generals and families led by Li Rubai are also still alive.
He didn't escape into the capital, but so what?
Ye He's tribe, which could contain Nurhachi, was destroyed due to Ming Dynasty's inaction! It was destroyed!
The jackal next to the couch roamed around to other parts of the yard and took over the territory. After growing stronger, it would not take a few years to come back and kill the person sleeping on the couch.
Zheng Haizhu sighed heavily.
"He Zhuo, do you know who suffers when the boss fights with the second child?"
He Zhuo thought for a while: "It's the third child."
"Yes, your Ye He tribe is the third child," Zheng Haizhu said solemnly, "but the Mongolian tribes still have a lot of wealth. At least in Nurhachi's eyes, they are not the third child alone, so he continues to
Winning over Horqin, Khalkha and even Tumote is the 'barbarian alliance' that worries our Ming Dynasty."
Yi refers to Dong Yi, which refers to the Jurchens. Lu refers to Northern Lu, which refers to various tribes in Mongolia.
He Zhuo is a Jurchen who has lost her hometown. She is single and unmarried in Chahar, let alone a Mongolian.
The proud soul, since it is wandering in uncertainty, is not so sensitive to the word "barbarian" that Zheng Haizhu said without any pretense.
He Zhuo's mind was spent thinking about Su Taifujin and his own future.
Nurhachi was very ambitious, and his sons were all tigers and wolves who loved killing. The conflict between the Jin Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty would definitely become more and more intense.
He Zhuo knew as well as his mistress Su Tai that if the Mongolian tribes fell to the Jin Dynasty, Chahar would be the "third child" who was destroyed first.
Zheng Haizhu continued to ask He Zhuo: "Lin Dan Khan has six Ordos. The Ordos the Mongolians call are the Gushans the Jurchens call. We Ming people call them Wanhu. How many Dingkou actually are there?"
"Not necessarily. Different Huerduo, Dingkou, population, number of cattle and horses are all different."
Zheng Haizhu nodded: "That is similar to Gushan, the Jurchen of Jianzhou. Their Gushan Ezhen, the banner lord and the leader of Dingkou, is not the same. So, Sutai Dafujin gave birth to the eldest son of Lin Dan Khan,
The Ten Thousand Households of Orduo she oversees should be the strongest and richest among the Chahars, and have the most ministers, right?"
Hearing that the woman asked such an expert question, He Zhuo realized that there was no possibility or necessity to hide it from her. He might as well reveal Su Taifujin's family background and not let the other party take it lightly.
She then said bluntly: "Master Su Tai's Orduo is naturally the most like Orduo of ten thousand households. He has more than a hundred ministers, five or six thousand people, and nearly 20,000 family members in total.
Zheng Haizhu did not hide his admiration: "It is three or four times the number of troops under my command. Even if compared with Mang Gurtai's Zhenglan Banner or Huang Taiji's Zhengbai Banner, the number of soldiers may not be at a disadvantage."
"Your troops? Are they the ones who fought against Dege today?"
"No, that belongs to General Ma. He has nothing to do with me. He and I were the commanders of different battalions in our Ming Dynasty," Zheng Haizhu replied calmly, "My soldiers have their own abilities."
We can't go to the north, but General Ma's main town is here."
This time, He Zhuo no longer had the sour feeling in her heart for many days, not only because the other party did not hide it, but also because the number of men she could pull out to beat was much less than Su Taifujin's.
Zheng Haizhu didn't want this Ye He woman, who was clearly not a thing in the pool, to return to the delicate mentality of a female rival, so she softened her tone: "He Zhuo, I have no friendship with you, I just want to discuss a deal. This will only
Even better. This end of the Luanhe River is at the border wall of our Ming Dynasty, and the other end is in your royal city of Chahar. Now that we can sit in the same nest and drink tea and discuss matters, we might as well think about how the Ming-Mongolian coalition forces can fight against Nurhaci’s barbarians.
Marriage between captives."
He Zhuo responded sarcastically: "By the way, we can control the trade routes and earn a lot of money, right? I know, Li Chengliang, the Liaodong general who pinched our Ye He Jurchen to death in the past. Do you want to help that person?"
General Ma, become the Li Chengliang of the grassland?"
Zheng Haizhu smiled: "He Zhuo, it doesn't matter whether you want to learn from Mr. Li or not. What matters is that you survive and live well.
He Zhuo waved his hand, indicating that Zheng Haizhu could leave.
It was difficult for her to return to the state of chatting with this woman when she had just left Zhangjiakou. In the days to come, if they wanted to talk, they would talk about terms. After the talk, they would have nothing to say.
Zheng Haizhu returned to his tent and Ma Xianglin came up.
"Xu San is out." He whispered.
"Oh." Zheng Haizhu responded.
Ma Xianglin advised again: "Do you have to endure hardship once? What if that girl's accuracy is wrong..."
Zheng Haizhu stopped and looked at Ma Xianglin with a look of suspense: "Xianglin, I have never doubted that your soldiers are incompetent, and you should not question the incompetence of my subordinates."
Ma Xianglin was startled.
After so many years, the woman in front of him had never used a charming tone in her conversation with him, even from the beginning, but this was the first time she used such a serious tone at the moment.
"How could I look down on the people under your command?" Ma Xianglin glanced around and said in a low voice, "It's just that even if you are prepared, just in case, I mean just in case..."
Zheng Haizhu patted his left shoulder, which was shot by Tong Xiyu's men that year: "You have been injured, and so have I. It's winter now, just a hole, it's not a big deal. I see that Man Gui's hand is even decorated with dots.
Look, he's more lively than a monkey. It doesn't matter."
Ma Xianglin frowned, but he swallowed the words "full of cinnamon skin, rough and thick".
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zheng Haizhu sighed softly and said in a gentler tone: "There is a difference between acting and acting. The more genuine you are, the less dangerous your people will be."
Ma Xianglin nodded helplessly and said nothing more.
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Dege didn't know how long he slept.
For these two days, being lost in dreams would prevent him from returning to the shame of waking up.
But the felt curtain opened on time, and the dazzling sunlight shone on his eyelids.
Dege smelled the aroma of cooked food.
Hunger defeats persistence in dignity.
Degerei opened his eyes and saw a Ming soldier placing two bowls on the withered grass beside him.
Dege's armor had long been removed, but his hands were tied behind his back, so he could only kneel on the ground with difficulty, and then in a crawling posture, like a dog, he put his mouth close to the food bowl.
"Wait a moment."
The Ming army who delivered the meal said.
Deger's body froze. He raised his head and looked at the other party in surprise: "Are you a woman?"
Mu Zaohua ignored this question that did not require an answer. Instead, she picked up a steamed bun and brought it to Degerei's mouth: "People cannot eat like dogs. I will hold it and you can chew it slowly."
The Dege didn't open its mouth.
He was held alone in this tent, and Bagala, who was also captured, could not taste food for him.
This woman is wearing a Ming army uniform, so she obviously cannot be a Mongolian or Ming maid.
The generals of the Ming Dynasty and the female shaman would not kill him, but who knows whether people with suspicious origins would poison him.
Mu Zaohua quickly turned around and looked outside the tent. When she turned around and spoke again, she was full of disdain: "You are really different from your brother Mang Gurtai. He is a hero, but you have the guts of a rat."
Degerei's face sank: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"
"I'm here to take revenge, and then I'll go find your brother," Mu Zaohua said. "I've been following Zheng for a long time. That bad woman was my former master, but I want to kill her now. As for you, if you weren't San
Baelor’s biological brother, I’m too lazy to save you.”
"Zheng... that female shaman? What revenge?"
"I don't want to talk nonsense with you," Mu Zaohua cut off the thick hemp ropes on Derge's wrists and ankles, and said coldly, "Now you listen to me while you eat, and I will give it to you when it's ready.
This knife. After a while, the person named Zheng will go to the tent opposite and talk to the general she is in love with. I will shoot her to death with my bow. Then we will take advantage of the chaos and escape. You understand my Han
Talk?"
Without waiting for Dege's reply, Mu Zaohua quickly repeated "Shoot her to death and we will run away" in Jurchen dialect.
The experience of being with Aya from Yehe for a year made Mu Zaohua's Jurchen accent very authentic.
Dege's surprise gradually increased with joy and trust.
Through the information conveyed in a few words, he guessed that this woman had probably been to Hetuala and must have had something happen with her brother Mang Gurtai.
"How to escape? How many horses are there?" Degerei asked.
"Of course there are two horses, one for each of us, otherwise we won't be able to run fast and they will definitely be able to catch up with us. The Ming army who brings you food is also responsible for feeding your horses. I have killed him and the clothes I am wearing are his."
Yes. I also have a horse, which I have led outside the tent. There are so many people and horses, and it is so noisy that no one notices."
Dege devoured the steamed bun and finished the porridge. He moved his wrist and grabbed the knife that he took out from the woman's front and seemed to be carrying her body temperature.
Although it is only two feet long, after peeling off the cowhide sheath, you can still feel the cold light of the blade in the dark tent, which is not comparable to that of an ordinary smooth knife.
Mu Zaohua said: "I use it to avoid being stopped. It's important to escape later."
Degerei tightened his grip on the knife handle and muttered a Jurchen saying: "That spear general, I will kill him next time."
"Okay, cheer up and look at me." After Mu Zaohua finished speaking, she walked out of the felt tent.
Dege moved behind the curtain and looked out through the gap.
He saw the woman carrying hay with snowflakes on it, coming to her horse, and a bow horn was vaguely exposed in another pile of hay.
The woman led another horse and continued to feed it. At the same time, she took out a horn bow and three or four short arrows, and hid herself on the side of the horse's neck.
Degerei turned his attention to the slightly larger tent belonging to the Ming Dynasty general.
After the two horses finished eating the fodder, they raised their heads, sniffed left and right, and stamped their hooves, obviously still wanting to pray.
Just then, the female shaman named Zheng appeared, escorted by her attendants.
The half-crouching figure suddenly stood up, staring intently at the woman who was drawing the bow and unloading the arrow.
Suddenly, he heard several of his baggage shouting loudly for food through the wooden cart and the felt tent of the baggage.
The female shaman from the Ming Dynasty and the general who stood at the tent door to greet her obviously heard this and both came over.
Damn it! That woman was so careless. She should have served them food first, put on a helmet and kept quiet, so she wouldn't be recognized.
Dege's heart jumped into his throat.
In a brief moment, he waved aside the felt curtain desperately, rushed out, and climbed onto his beloved horse.
At the same time, there was a "clang" sound and the arrow flew out.
The hateful female shaman shook, yelled "ah" and fell backwards.
The arrow stuck into her shoulder.
"Stop shooting, she's wearing cowhide armor! It's useless, run!" Dege, who was already on the horse, shouted to Mu Zaohua.
Degerei saw the guards running towards the place with shouts. The Ming Dynasty general who supported the female shaman immediately handed her over to others and strode towards the nearest horse.
Fortunately, the vengeful woman reacted quickly and jumped onto her horse like a swallow.
When Dege was on the horse, his field of vision suddenly widened, and he could clearly see the path where the sergeants were least gathered, and he galloped towards that place with his horse's belly firmly under his belly.
A few Ming soldiers who reacted drew their sabers from their waists and ran over to chop off the horses' heads. The Dege soldiers condescendingly dragged them left and right, forcing them back in an instant.
He quickly looked back and saw that the woman was really good at riding and kept up with him closely.
But behind her, the Ming Dynasty general named Ma also chased her.
"Puff, puff" sounded several times, and the woman was obviously shooting arrows again.
Dege couldn't care less about watching anymore.
He did not immediately cross the frozen Luanhe River.
At this time, the sun has melted the thin snow on the ice, and the horses' hooves will slip badly.
"Run north!" Derge raised his knife, pointed at the upper reaches of the Luanhe River, and shouted.
That's where his team came from a few days ago. As long as they get rid of Ming people's pursuit, he and the woman who rescued him have a good chance of meeting Zhenglan on the west side of the upper reaches of the Luan River, far away from the border wall of Ming Dynasty.
Flag of the large army marching eastward.
The Dege horses had rested for two days and seemed not to be starved by the Ming army, so they ran with full energy.
The familiar sound of wind whistling in my ears sounded like the sound of nature to Dege.
Soon, a partner with the same speed appeared on his side.
"Run faster! He can't catch up!" came the clear female voice, still speaking Jurchen.
"It's a pity I didn't kill her!" This time it was in Chinese.
Degerai turned his face to look at the woman.
The horse was traveling too fast, and the woman was wearing a Ming army round helmet, so her face could not be seen clearly.
Dege's curiosity could not be satisfied for a while.
He could only turn his gaze to the vast snowfield ahead and breathe in the cold and free air.