In the Liaodong region, in Jinzhou Guard, that is, in Ninghai City, Li Yingren frowned and looked at the map he had collected.
He has already captured the nearby Nanwan Ridge and Wangguan Village, and the enemies he needs to face now are those from Changhepu and Shihebao.
Although there are only a few thousand people, they are still not to be underestimated.
"General Soldier, those Han Eight Banners still refuse to surrender."
Just when he had a headache, a boss suddenly ran over and shouted.
He took a closer look and saw that it was his servant. He couldn't help but widen his eyes and cursed with a smile: "What are you talking about?"
"But there are more than a hundred Han and Eight Banners, and they haven't surrendered yet?"
"No!" said the boss angrily: "A bunch of cheap bones, bah!"
"Okay, take me to see it!"
Li Yingren frowned and strode away.
Soon, he came to a school ground, which was the Eight Banners training ground in Ninghai City, and now held more than a hundred prisoners.
Their armor was stripped off and they were wearing single clothes. They were shivering from the cold and sat on the straw to keep each other warm.
What is strange is that several braziers are occupied by a few big men, and the rest of the people can only covet them and dare not move at all.
"Oh, you really have some backbone."
Li Yingren patted the snowflakes on his collar, looked at the huddled Han Banners, and then focused his eyes on several braziers.
"Who are these people?"
"Commander Qi, I don't even know about these menial positions!"
Mr. Ba shook his head.
At this time, several surrendered soldiers came up to them. After muttering a few words, the commander-in-chief said: "These people seem to be members of the Eight Banners."
He said, pointing to the other men: "They are the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty."
"Full Eight Banners?"
Li Yingren was stunned, looked at the unruly big men, and asked directly: "You are Han people, they are Manchus, can't we just rob them?"
"If it freezes any longer, you will all die."
"That won't work!"
At this time, a man who stepped aside and was shivering with cold said: "They are from the Eight Banners. They are naturally superior to us, but they can't rob them. It's against the rules..."
"You're so damn superior!"
Li Yingren was furious and stepped forward, kicking and beating several Manchus.
Since I had been eating porridge for the past few days, I felt so weak that I could only let myself be kicked and beaten. After a while, my nose and face became bruised and swollen.
"Look, your noble Eight Banners are just defeated by our subordinates!"
"If it weren't for your sneak attack, how could Ninghai City fall?"
At this time, a big man who looked like Niu Lu had to raise his head and said proudly: "There are tens of thousands of bannermen in Fengtian Mansion. As long as you wait for them to come, you will definitely be defeated."
"The Han people only know how to make sneak attacks and have many tricks..."
"Despicable and shameless Han people..."
The sound of chirping arose, and Li Yingren felt as if his lungs were going to explode.
"Humph, I don't know how to repent!"
"The so-called Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty are just obedient people and slaves who established slaves. Now they actually find it interesting and ridiculous."
"In the Liaodong massacre, many of your fathers, relatives, wives and children were killed at the hands of the slaves, but today it is like this..."
Li Yingren was angry that he would not fight, and his anger continued.
"You can't say that. We are now the official members of the Eight Banners. We don't have to worry about food and drink, and we still have clothes under our hands. This is much better than before -"
"It's because they don't know the heavenly weapons, and their fame is gone..."
A few rebuttals triggered many people to echo.
Li Yingren's eyes were filled with sadness.
Although he had never been to Liaodong, he had heard his father and grandfather say that when Liaodong became a river of blood, the people fought against it one after another.
Now, he has become the most loyal slave.
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Li Yingren said in a deep voice: "Arrange these Manchus separately."
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As he said that, he walked away quickly.
He didn't want to see these docile slaves again.
At this time, Shi Jizu rushed back and saw that his face was worried and asked him why.
"Hahaha, Yingren, don't be upset about these people."
Shi Jizu laughed and said: "Those who can become the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty are the obedient people specially selected by Jiannu and sent to death to look after the family."
"How could these Han Eight Banners, who are like domestic slaves, be able to change their ways? You are just asking for help!"
"you're right!"
Li Yingren reflected: "I saw that these people had good fighting ability, so I wanted to use them for my own purposes, but I never thought that they had been an accomplice of the slave-building for many years, and they were already used to it."
"Jizu, what are you doing here?"
After saying that, Li Yingren reacted, his eyes full of curiosity.
"I went to search the house outside the city."
Shi Jizu said proudly: "There are only a thousand households in the city, and they are all the so-called Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty. Outside the city are all manors, with countless money and food..."
As he said this, he couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart: "More than twenty farms were copied, and the grain harvest exceeded 100,000 dan, which is enough for us to survive the winter..."
"It's enough for the winter, but the troops are insufficient."
Li Yingren looked at the sky filled with snowflakes and the eaves covered with thick snow, and said helplessly: "How can a few small cities disturb Liaodong?"
"If we cannot expand our military, we will be in danger in the spring."
"General Li, you said those obedient people are in the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, where are those hardcore people?"
Shi Jizu shook his head and prompted.
"Either kill them all or starve to death..."
"No, although 70% to 80% of the people are gone, some of them are still there, but they have just become coats."
The so-called Baoyi, that is, hereditary domestic slaves, generally come from captives, convicts, etc. Due to the semi-slavery situation in the Qing Dynasty, today's Baoyi is equal to livestock.
"Wrap, wrap!"
General Li murmured, his eyes brightening: "Compared to the Han Baqi who lived a life of superiority, the suffering Baoyi is actually the best candidate."
"Let's go outside the city!"
"It's snowing heavily!"
"That's too late."
A group of people left the city and saw the Baoyi people who were short of food and clothing.
"Appropriate some food for them to survive the winter!"
Li Yingren said sympathetically.
He came to a dilapidated earthen house with a cold fire and a family huddled to greet him.
But there was very little firewood at home.
"Why don't you go to the mountains to chop wood?"
Looking at the scrawny old man, Li Yingren asked.
"How dare you chop wood without the master's order..."
The old man trembled and said: "In the past, the master would send someone to deliver the message before the heavy snowfall, but today it is much later."
Li Yingren sighed in his heart.
Although it was only a few decades ago, the Manchu Qing's control over Liaodong was already deeply rooted.
"Starting today, you can all go chop wood."
After saying that, Li Yingren calmed down and continued his search.
Not surprisingly, most of the wrappers have become qualified slaves after two generations of subtle training.
"Must change!"
Li Yingren gritted his teeth and looked at Shi Jizu: "We are just letting things go. We are rootless duckweeds in Liaodong."
"How can we defeat the Manchus and how can we recover Liaodong?"