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Mo Xiujin replied affirmatively: "That's right! He is the uncle of King Zuo Xian and one of the main generals in Northern Xinjiang.

Not far away is his territory, and I know everything about his stockpile of troops, pastures, slaves, horses and weapons. "

It wasn't that Ling Moxiao didn't trust Mo Xiujin. He knew Mo Xiujin's physical condition very well and could trust his character. He was just worried that Mo Xiujin had fallen into Yi Xieyu's trap.

Therefore, he asked: "How did you gain his trust? As far as I know, the generals in northern Xinjiang do not like Han people, let alone Han people."

Mo Xiujin took a gentle look at A Yuan's body and said, "This is all A Yuan's credit. Yi Xieyu suffers from a stubborn disease, and the witch doctor from Northern Xinjiang cannot cure him, but A Yuan just happens to be able to cure his disease."

Then Mo Xiujin briefly explained how he gained Yi Xieyu's trust. Yi Xieyu listened to his suggestion and used Han slaves to organize this team of horse thieves to specifically find out the whereabouts of King Ling's soldiers and horses.

That night, the lights in King Ling's tent were on all night, and several generals and Mo Xiujin discussed the plan to destroy the rest of the Yixie tribe.

At dawn, Mo Xiujin 'captured' a scout team of King Ling. This team took off their armor, took away their weapons, and only wore a thin cotton coat, with no shoes on their feet.

His face turned pale from the cold, and he walked barefoot in the ice and snow.

Yi Xieyu was initially wary of Mo Xiujin, but after a quick look from a distance, he was sure that this team had no fighting ability at all.

Zhu Xiang stepped forward, wanting to hear his subordinates' interrogation in person about the whereabouts of King Ling's army.

Just as more and more Tatars surrounded this small team, they saw that they were easily freed from the hemp rope tied into a tight knot in their hands.

Although he didn't have any weapons on his body, he took out strange black objects from his waist, and at the same time, he took out a fire certificate from his arms.

Before the Tatars could react, Huozhezi lit the fuse and threw the gunpowder one by one to the enemy's base camp...

"Boom" "Boom"

Countless sounds like thunder sounded.

Outside the Chen Family Manor in Jeju, A4 accused the gunpowder men of using gunpowder to open a path, blowing up the thousands of guards Chen Qiong had trained privately and knocking them unconscious. The bombs drove them back steadily.

No, these thousands of young men have regular armors and weapons, and even old-fashioned crossbows and archers. These are no longer guards but private soldiers.

Based on this alone, the evidence that Chen Qiong intended to rebel is ironclad and cannot be quibbled with.

Soon, the charred corpses and black blood dyed the white snow outside the manor red. The place where the bright red flows through seems to be painted with red plums on the white snow.

Underneath the snow melted by blood is dirty soil.

Blood and snow, corpses and soil, the passionate Youzhou soldiers, and the private soldiers of the Chen family who hid in panic, jointly composed a cold winter battle in Jeju.

But the scale of this war was dwarfed by the battle between King Ling and Yi Xieyu, who were thousands of miles away at the same time.

Soon, another round of gunpowder soldiers threw gunpowder, clearing out all Chen's private soldiers outside the door.

Of course, not all of them were killed, but they were afraid of this new weapon. When there was no room for resistance, they either escaped from the weapon or fled into the manor to report to Chen Qiong.

Jia Si looked at this situation with distress, and felt sorry for the gunpowder. The princess had said at the beginning that she hoped that all the gunpowder could be used to deal with foreign enemies, not the Han people.

But there is nothing we can do now. In order to reduce the unnecessary casualties of our army, and the gunpowder given by Li Nianyu is too much, we can only use it to clear the way for free.

In addition, he also felt sorry for the young men who died. There was so much shortage of young men in Youzhou! During the time of spring plowing and autumn harvest every year, the stewards in the workshop were so worried that they couldn't handle the large number of orders without anyone, and they lost a lot of money in one day...

If these young men could go to Youzhou and work in any workshop, it would be better than rebelling against Chen Qiong! What a pity.

So Jia Si promptly made people shout: "Put down your weapons, and those who surrender will not be killed!"

The princess had a very tough attitude towards the Tatars, refusing to surrender or take prisoners.

In other words, even if the Tatars are willing to surrender and become slaves, the princess will not accept it, as long as they chop off their heads in exchange for military glory.

But the princess was very tolerant towards the Han people. Before he went to clean up the bandits, the princess repeatedly told him that as long as there was no human life on his hands, he would save his life and take him back to Youzhou to do hard labor and reform.

Hearing the loud shouts from the Youzhou soldiers outside, and looking at the private soldiers looking left and right, Chen Qiong hurriedly shouted:

"Don't be deceived by them! Surrendering will only lead to a death! Even if my son surrenders, the Shen witch will not spare his life. How can she spare your lives?"

"As long as we kill them all, go to Youzhou City, and kill the demon girl, we can survive! And, after that, I will guarantee you prosperity and wealth!"

At this time, a sneer came from behind them: "Princess Ling is cruel to the nobles, but she is very kind to the common people. As long as you put down your weapons and surrender, I believe that General A outside will do what he says and spare your lives." "

Chen Qiong turned around suddenly and looked at Chen Xingyao, who was tied under the tree by him. His face was pale and pale from the cold, but his mouth was still unforgiving.

I really wanted to step forward and tear his mouth open, but there were more important things to do right now.

Chen Qiong spat at him from a distance: "You are the noble son of the Chen family, but you were bewitched by that witch! It's really a disgrace to the noble family!"

Chen Xingyao shuddered and said, "Okay! Even if what you said is true, you have seen that the Youzhou Army has black fire weapons that are like lightning. What can you use to fight them?"

Chen Qiong smiled proudly after hearing this: "As long as he dares to rush in, I guarantee that he will die!"

Chen Xingyao understood that there must be a trap from the gate to the courtyard. However, how many people can you kill with your trap? "

At this moment, there was another sound of fire and thunder outside, and then a soldier from the Chen government hurriedly came to report:

"The master of the house is in trouble, the Youzhou soldiers did not step into the trap, they... they..."

"What happened to them? Tell me quickly!"

"They used the thunder and fire to blow up all the courtyard walls. After walking a short distance, they threw a thunder and fire and blew up all our traps."

It was paved with wood to make it look like an ordinary garden pavement, but in fact there were deep pits paved with barbs underneath.

Chen Xingyao staggered. He knew that the private soldiers outside the manor could not resist the Youzhou Army. He thought that if the Youzhou Army won, they would rush into the Chen Manor regardless.

I didn't expect them to be so cautious, anticipating that he would lay a trap!

Well, Jia Si didn't expect it at all. He was simply afraid that the century-old manor of this noble family would have tunnels, dark rooms, etc., to prevent Chen Qiong from escaping through these places.

Just start from the gate and go inside step by step, blowing them all up, completely cutting off Chen Qiong's escape.

Moreover, the princess said that there is no need to keep the Jeju Chen family. In the true sense, there is no need to keep it.

Only when this kind of old-fashioned manor is demolished can the fertile farmland enclosed within it be distributed to the people.

Only then can this gentry’s country, the city within the city, be completely destroyed.

Over the past hundreds of years, bloody violence would of course occur between noble clans. Even last year, King Ling wiped out several noble clans without directly destroying the manor.