I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 272
Horses, scimitars, tiger skin skirts, buckskin boots, everyone is a good archer.

One warrior, three horses.

There are big and small bags on the horse's back, which are bulging and look like grain and grass.

"How many times is this?"

"The sixth wave."

"Do you want to kill it?"

"...Forget it, my mother gave a death order, no matter who enters Laohekou, it must not be stopped."

"However, these savage tribes obviously secretly delivered food to the Jiannu cavalry!"

"Hidden well!"

"Pity……"

On the secret road of Suolongguan, Ma Xianglin watched eagerly the six groups of savage tribes who passed through the secret road and entered the Laohekou area to support the Jiannu cavalry.

He was very depressed in his heart, wishing he could rush for a few rounds.

However, thinking of my old lady's cold face, I didn't dare to disobey it, because it was a military order.

……

"Alinbao, is your tribe really going to betray the Ming Dynasty and go to support the slaves?"

"Father E Wenchun, what is betrayal? We are of the same lineage as the Jiannu people. We are the masters of the white mountains and black waters. Those bright pigs occupy our territory and reclaim our land. Why do we still follow like slaves? Do they eat dirt on the back of their butt?"

"Alin Bao, don't forget that as early as more than 200 years ago, your ancestors accepted the canonization of the Ming Dynasty..."

"Okay, stop talking, father E Wenchun, you are really old and confused!"

"Alinbao, you!"

"Hmph, me? What's wrong with me? You want to show your teeth in front of me, but your teeth are bad, you're too old!"

"Alinbao, if you do this, it will bring bad luck to the tribe!"

"Haha, bad luck? The [-] cavalrymen who built the slaves will soon flatten this land. If the heavens are going to send bad luck, it should be on the heads of the Ming Han people. Let them accept the iron hooves of the slaves!"

"..."

In front of a mountain stronghold, a leader of a savage tribe led [-] warriors of the tribe, carrying a large amount of grain and salt, and wanted to pass through.

The old patriarch Ewenchun couldn't persuade, so he had to open the gate of the village and let them pass through.

This cottage of the Ewenchun tribe was originally a pass leading to the direction of Kuwu Island. After being occupied by the Ewenchun tribe, a cottage was built, which was almost regarded as the place where the commander of Ewenchun stationed troops.

Standing on the high gate of the stone village, watching Alinbao and the others pass by, rushing to the direction of Kuwu Island.

The old patriarch E Wenchun just felt tired.

In his opinion, the Kuwu Island of Daming Jinglue is simply a miracle in the world, with many unimaginable things, it is completely a giant monster that eats people and does not spit out bones...

New firearms, steam engine trains, cement concrete, large-scale blasting...

A few days ago, Cao Wenzhao pretended to be drunk, and early the next morning, he sent word to all the leaders and patriarchs of the wildling tribes to rush back to their respective villages and send a batch of food, animal skins and medicinal materials.

At the same time, all tribes were required to send warriors to assist the Ming army in defending the city.

The leaders and patriarchs of other tribes immediately thought carefully.

After a brief secret discussion, they rushed back quickly...

……

This was clearly a trial.

That Marquis of Liaodong lacks the food of your savage tribe?Are you short of hundreds of soldiers?They don't lack anything, what they lack is loyalty!
The ancestral land of the Ewenchun tribe is on Kuwu Island, but in the past six months, they have also occupied many good places among the white mountains and black waters, and built several impregnable cottages.

In the words of the idiot emperor Zhu Youjian, his Ewenchun tribe is the biggest beneficiary this time.

He didn't want to rush back to the cottage.

But he was worried that those young people in the tribe, after being bewitched, could not help but sway left and right and become fools, secretly subsidizing the establishment of slave cavalry...

Sure enough, when he came back, dozens of young people were clamoring to send troops to Kuwu Island, inspiring the tribal warriors to show blood and courage to retake the entire Kuwu Island occupied by the Han people, and become the leader of this black land in one fell swoop. overlord!

With an order from the old patriarch Ewenchun, those who "confuse the crowd with evil words" were tied up and thrown into the dungeon.

And sent people to watch it strictly.

At the same time, he also sent several cronies to several other villages to prevent the clansmen from getting involved in this fight, which would bring catastrophe to the entire tribe.

"Old patriarch, something is wrong!"

Just when the old patriarch Ewenchun was thinking about returning to Kuwu Island, a young warrior came galloping on horseback.

Before dismounting from his horse, the warrior hissed and roared, "The young men from Buerhan village were bewitched by the Jiannu people, and they led more than 200 warriors from the whole village to the direction of Kuwu Island, where they joined the Jiannu cavalry... "

"idiot!"

As if struck by lightning, the old patriarch Ewenchun's eyes darkened, and a mouthful of old blood almost spewed out.

idiot.

Real idiots!
The Ewenchun tribe, I am afraid that they will suffer bad luck...

……

"How long has it been since you set off?" After calming down, the old patriarch Ewenchun asked in a harsh voice.

"It's been a day and a night, and I shouldn't be able to catch up." The warrior replied.

"Okay, I got it." The old patriarch Ewenchun shook his head slowly, and said: "Some birds and beasts are born to be other people's dishes; you can't complain about the grass and wild flowers in the forest, and you can't complain about the spring water;
Foxes outlive them not because they have devoured elixir and jelly fruit.

It's because people's brains are the best. "

The old patriarch E Wenchun said a few words inexplicably, and his mood gradually improved. He looked down at the young warrior who came back to report, and suddenly had a bold idea.

"That's already the case, it's useless to talk about it," the old patriarch E Wenchun's eyes flickered, he pondered a few times, and lowered his voice: "This matter must never be spread, just treat it as...it never happened!
You, do you understand? "

Young Warrior: "Huh? Never?"

Immediately, he suddenly realized, and said in a low voice: "Okay, even if this matter is rotten in my stomach, I will never say it!"

The old patriarch Ewenchun nodded slightly, and said calmly: "You lead three hundred warriors as soon as possible, bring some food, animal skins and medicinal materials, and follow me to Kuwu Island.

In addition, let the clansmen on Kuwu Island get ready to close the gate of the village..."

something.

Once it happens, it is irreversible.

However, if possible, isn't it God's will to put a bunch of eggs in two baskets...

……

The same scene happened in many tribes.

Let some warriors rush to support the Jiannu iron cavalry, and the other part support the Daming defenders, to please both sides, after all, they want to leave a way out for themselves.

When Shen Bulan sent this matter to the idiot emperor Zhu Youjian, it was already five or six days later.

"It's not bad, it's human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. I can forgive them when I have time, and let them move to the city to live a good life." Zhu Youjian smiled lightly at the practice of selling good things at both ends of the savage tribe, and he couldn't help it. Never mind.

If you choose, you have to be responsible.

Many things in the world are like a smiling woman, once you open it, you have to finish it even with tears in your eyes.

Those savage tribes survived...

"My lord, how should I reply to Shen Bulan?" Miss Hongliu asked softly.

"No need to reply." Zhu Youjian pondered a few times, and said: "Pass the decree to Bald Mao. This year, I want to celebrate the New Year in Xi'an Mansion. The mutton steamed buns over there taste delicious."

Miss Hongliu froze for a moment, said nothing, and started to "send the report" directly.

The grand master's chess game in Liaodong seems to be coming to an end soon, and he has already set his sights to the northwest.

This surprised and delighted her.

The idiot emperor Zhu Youjian promised her that he would take her to the northwest to fight a few battles when all the bad things in the northeast were settled.

Try to beat those local emperors to the ground within one year.

Then, go to the Bright Summit of the Kunlun Mountains, and personally light the raging holy fire...

……

……

Yujian No. 3 City, which is separated from Kuwu Island by a strait, is small in size, but the city wall is extremely high, about ten feet long.

The reinforced concrete city wall stands tall in the cold wind.

It was dusty, giving people a strange illusion, as if this is not a city, but a monster that survived from ancient times, silent, silent, and indifferently raised its head to the sky...

Thousands of cavalry built slaves camped on a hillside seven or eight miles away from Ximen.

Standing on the highest point, you can clearly see the trembling Ming soldiers and war horses in the city with far-sighted glasses. Many of them walk slowly in the ice and snow city with their old waists, like some lifeless old people.

This scene made Lord Jiala Ezhen, who was in charge of the siege, nod secretly.

The city walls of the Ming army were indeed solidly built. When the artillery bombarded the wall, only a small crater the size of a dog's head could be blown out.

Balls hit rocks.

The dragonfly shakes the stone pillar.

That's roughly the case.

"However, their soldiers are extremely weak. They are simply a group of fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, waiting for us to crush and slaughter them ruthlessly when we break the city!"

It has been seven or eight days since the Jiannu army besieged the city.

Master Jiala Ezhen just ordered the vanguard battalion to carry out several tentative attacks. After finding that it would be impossible to break through the defense line of the Ming army's firepower network for a while, he immediately stopped attacking the city.

He is waiting.

Waiting for a perfect moment, waiting for a fatal blow!
Grain, animal meat, kumiss, and warriors from various tribes of Jurchen in the East China Sea poured in continuously, giving this Lord Jialaerzhen the illusion that it was as if the isolated city in front of him only needed to be besieged... …

"The warriors of the Ewenchun tribe are here!"

"The warriors of the Hezhe Tribe are here!"

"The warriors of the Goryeo tribe are here!"

……

Mr. Jiala Ezhen held up his long-sighted glasses and carefully observed the defense of Youjian No. 3 city. Hearing all kinds of good news from his own soldiers, a smile finally slowly appeared on his face, which had been sluggish for more than ten days. .

"Let their leaders and patriarchs come to see me."

"Slaughter a batch of old and sick horses, take out the remaining spirits, and entertain our best friends."

The soldiers left quickly.

In less than a cup of tea, dozens of savage tribal leaders and patriarchs walked over quickly.

Far away, they stopped, stroked their left chest with one hand, put one hand on their buttocks, and saluted respectfully: "Master Jiala Ezhen, the wise and mighty Houjin General, a true warrior who walked down Luding Mountain, Liaodong The pride of the land, the descendants of the gods on the grassland snow and in the dense forest...

You guys are finally calling back! "

The words were spoken very smoothly, and one could tell that before meeting him, these tribal leaders and patriarchs had discussed and rehearsed several times in advance.

What a bunch of weeds!

Master Jiala Ezhen squinted his eyes slightly, scanning every leader and patriarch expressionlessly.

Long time, long time.

It wasn't until some leaders and patriarchs began to sweat a layer of cold sweat on their foreheads that Lord Jiala Ezhen spoke slowly and said, "Thank you for your hard work, my brothers, at the foot of the Baishan Mountain and beside the Blackwater River, we are in love with each other." The same family, descendants of the same god.

Our Emperor Manggurtai, in the Liaoxi Corridor, was busy attacking the Ming Dynasty of the Han people in Shengjing, but he didn't care about this group of thieves and let them secretly plot in this black land.

Leaders and patriarchs of all heroes.

You guys are suffering!

Today, we are finally standing together, standing side by side, we will be invincible in the world! "

The whip in Master Jiala Ezhen's hand pointed at Youjian No. 3 City seven or eight miles away, and said solemnly: "See, those Han pigs can only build city walls, and then, like a group of cowardly pigs, huddle in the rigid I dare not show my head in the shell.

On the day when the city is broken, the women, food and new-style guns in the city are at your disposal.

My big golden cavalry will only fight the enemy bravely! "

"Break through the city in front of you and enter Kuwu Island!"

"Break through the city in front of you and enter Kuwu Island!"

Encouraged by Mr. Jialaerzhen, the leaders and patriarchs of the savage tribes waved their whips, fixed their eyes on the distant city, and showed a strange smile on their faces.

This smile is a kind of release.

The muskets, cannons and steam engine trains in the hands of Ming soldiers made everyone feel very heavy, like a huge rock, which made people breathless.

The savage tribe doesn't like the ravages and forcible recruitment of the slave cavalry.

At the same time, from the bottom of my heart, I don't like the Han people in the Ming army...

……

"Our iron cavalry will start attacking the city in three hours, and the warriors of the Jurchen tribes in the East China Sea will follow closely behind."

"This time, we will use the most effective siege tactics to make the tortoise shells of the Ming army a display. At the same time, we will also let everyone see the true strength of the Great Gold Cavalry!"

Master Jiala Ezhen greeted every leader and patriarch of the savage tribe, and gave them a black iron plaque on the spot, laughed loudly and said: "Everyone, this is my emperor Mang Gultyen bestowing on the world. The token of a true warrior, with this token, you can go to Shengjing at any time to worship and receive the reward from our emperor.

Become a king and a marquis, let's fight today! "

All the unnamed savage tribe leaders and patriarchs bowed and knelt down on one knee, taking the iron piece with the highest etiquette.

There was a hint of relief on everyone's face.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Especially the young warrior and young patriarch of the Ewenchun tribe, a huge stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

He sighed involuntarily:
This wave is stable again.

The feeling of being caught between two fierce monsters is really depressing.

Now, no matter if the Ming Dynasty wins or the Jiannu Cavalry wins, the Savage Tribe doesn't seem to be affected in any way.

In the words of the idiot emperor Zhu Youjian, life is not easy for everyone.

It's nothing more than everyone dancing on eggs
(End of this chapter)