Not to mention others, even if the Zhao family had more than 60 people died in the Battle of Liaoyang, the hatred for the Eight Banners of Jianzhou was accumulated in blood. Now they have finally been able to avenge them, but they were told to let go of these enemies, and the shock to these men can be imagined.

However, the military orders were like mountains, and the more than 1,500 soldiers who were guarding were also confidants of the generals of each army. Even if they were unwilling to do so, when they arrived at the Yalu River, the soldiers still untied the rope.

"Don't let me get out of here! Don't let me see you again!"

Originally, the Later Jin Dynasty built a floating bridge on the Yalu River. In disbelief, these old and weak led the children and women to step on the floating bridge in fear, fearing that a massacre would begin one second later.

Because this is how they treated the Ming people! An old man from Liaoyang recorded that Nurhaci went to Gaizhou and ordered his army to draw bows and shoot Tang people. He would be killed if he was killed by arrows. He would be injured slightly and return with arrows. He would be ordered to return with arrows and shoot them again. He would stop after death. On that day, 30,000 corpses accumulated!

They all killed the Ming civilians so hard, and it seemed as if the Ming army had returned from fighting back.

However, such a scene of arrows falling like rain did not happen. More than a thousand of the most elite personal soldiers watched them escape back to the west bank of the Yalu River.

Not only did they even let them go, Mao Jue also sent them an extra boat of corn wine, leaving it to the end. There were more than twenty teams of the Zhenglan Banner, warriors, nobles, and Jurchen men in their prime, so they were responsible for receiving the wine.

When riding on the horse, Mao Jue was still so weak and lazily hugged his fists.

"The swords and weapons are blind and each one is his master! However, Mao still admires your master's style very much. Today, this boat of soju wine is given to your master to express his feelings. If your master likes it, this spring, Mao is willing to open a border market on the Yalu River, and trade wine, and exchange anything for it!"

Although Mao Jue was a little lazy, he had given enough respect to his words. However, these people did not appreciate Mao Jue's kindness at all, especially the old man from Zhenglanqi who didn't know which Niu Lu, who was hummed with unprecedented resentment in skilled Liaodong Mandarin.

"She is a damn hypocritical act! Minggou, wait! Not long after, our lord's army will come to North Korea and uproot your bullshit island, leaving no one behind!"

"Hey! Grandpa wants to see and see! Who died on the beach back then?"

I was unwilling to do so, but Wen Meng was so angry that her neck veins swelled up, and she roared wildly when she went up. Who knew that Mao Jue actually blocked his whip.

"Old Wen!"

Immediately, I shook my eyes at the same resentful personal soldiers around me again.

"Send these people to cross the river!"

Sitting on the boat loading wine, more than 20 old men were holding a few oars, but it was extremely difficult to cross the river. As they watched them move the soju, Mao Jue breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand again.

"Blast the bridge!"

An explosive jar was buried under the Houjin floating bridge. With the roars one after another, a floating bridge that was several hundred meters long was torn to pieces by the explosives. Even if the Eight Banners of the Houjin came again, it would not be so easy to cross the turbulent Yalu River!

When they came, they were arrogant, but when they returned, everyone was a little frustrated, especially when they had issued a ban order and could not tell others that these personal soldiers were angry and returned to the crowd, and raised their heads and poured them down.

Obviously not as thoughtful as his brother, so after taking a few mouthfuls of yellow soup, Zhao Cheng couldn't help but get angry, and Zhao Cheng broke into Zhao Yong's new house in Yizhou.

"Brother, I can't stand this tone. I have to figure out why I let those dogs and Tartars go! You are my brother! I have been listening to you since Liaoyang, but I have to listen to me once today! Let's go with me to the general's yamen!"

This guy took advantage of his rare time to drink and enjoy the joy of the holiday. When the brother came, he messed up Zhao Cheng's alcoholism. Seeing Zhao Yong's nonsense look, the white-faced scholar grabbed his hand with a headache and grabbed him and sat down.

"No need to ask the generals in the fuck! I asked the idea of ​​letting those Jiannu captives go!"

"Brother! You?"

The drunkenness woke up a little, and the thick man's eyes almost popped out.

To be honest, even though he had never experienced the sea of ​​blood on the battlefield in Liaodong, Zhenglan Banner burned more than half of his iron mountain, and Mao Jue wanted to kill these mixed balls.

But he was the chief general of Tieshan Town, and he couldn't act voluntarily at this time. Even if he retreated to the Yalu River, it still did not change Northeast Asia. The Later Jin Dynasty had become the overlord and the boss. If Huang Taiji had launched a large-scale military force this spring, he would not be able to defend it. Not to mention Yizhou, Tieshan would have to be lost. The little infrastructure that had been busy for more than half a year would be destroyed. It would be even more difficult to take it back and continue to develop!

However, Mao Jue also had his own calculations. In fact, Huang Taiji would not be willing to send troops to conquer him so quickly. After all, the Eight Banners Army is also a human being. They have been fighting in the capital for a winter and have plundered so many. They are like injured wolves, eager to lick their wounds and enjoy the flesh and blood of their prey. At this time, no matter how cruel the wolf is, he is unwilling to act.

This olive branch is in your hands if you can maintain a short-term peace with Huang Taiji! If you kill all the more than 9,000 Zhenglan Banners and Zhenghong Banners, you will be happy, but you will also have a blood feud against the Eight Banners. In order to appease the flag under your command, Huang Taiji will have to send troops to fight to the death.

But if it is released, even though Yizhou is lost, the passage of Houjin to communicate with North Korea has been cut off, which annoyed the upper class of the Eight Banners. Except for the leader of the Zhenglan Banner, Mangourtai, who probably the other banners are lazy to settle the score with Mao Jue at this time.

As long as this year is delayed, the Later Jin army will come again, and the east bank of the Yalu River will not be the same as it is today, even if Huang Taiji wants to chew Mao Jue, he will have to knock off his big teeth.

And it was really nothing to let them go. The rest were the old, weak, women and children of the Later Jin Dynasty. All their property and even the beautiful young girls were deprived of by the black-hearted businessman Mao Jue. It was impossible to expect them to be united with the Ming army. It was impossible to kill them and not be killed. Staying in Yizhou is a disaster, so it would be better to let them go.

And taking the opportunity, Mao Jue even made an advertisement and used the prisoners of war to sell his soju to the Later Jin people. Not to mention that there are no ones coming later, it is probably unprecedented!

"We all underestimate our slutty general who has not yet retreated!"

Taking advantage of the excitement of the wine, Zhao Cheng raised the wine glass in excitement, patted Zhao Yong's shoulder and said happily.

"Don't look at this, he is still young, and he is very scheming! He calmly pulled down the Yizhou City, and he is not stingy. All the villages on the periphery were given to our brothers, the Tian family and the He family. Everyone has meat to eat! The Kong Youde, who came to Pidao, later, also gained dozens of military achievements. Everyone has benefits. Look, where does this general want to move next time? No one hesitated, and he has to follow him with howling!"

Zhao Yong, who had so many twists and turns, had never thought about this muscle than brain cells. He pinched his chin and thought for a long time, and it was really the reason! But he still couldn't figure it out and hummed angrily.

"These dogs, Tartars, are so heartless. Let them go back. Sooner or later, they will have to come back. I told me that they should follow their grassland rules and slaughter them all! Let's save the arch and wheel knife and make our Erlang bleed!"

"You don't have to worry about this. Master Jiang has given them enough respect to the Tartar Lord!"

When talking about this, a strange smile appeared on the white-faced scholar's face.

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Huang Taiji learned about the fall of Yizhou for a month late. After returning from the Ming Pass, he once again held an alliance to establish the rule of the Later Jin Dynasty in Eastern Mongolia. He then retreated to Liaodong. There was no telephone call at that time. A few days before he was on the verge of Shengjing, he received a report from the fugitive.

"It's simply outrageous! Mao Wenlong was beaten like a dog by our Eight Banners in his early years, and he ran into the sea in a panic! This slave dared to rebel!"

Manguertai really responded to the word "Mang" in his name. On the morning of the morning, the roof of the Hanwang Hall of Shengjing Palace was almost lifted up by his loud voice, and was full of anger. The lord of Zhenglan Banner, one of the eight largest slave owners of the Later Jin Dynasty, roared angrily.

"Old Eighth! Immediately order each Niulu! We should conquer North Korea again!"

"Rareless! Wu Beile, you are talking to the Khan! Pay attention to your attitude! The Khan will decide on the military and national affairs!"

This guy had just finished roaring, and a loud voice came over from the Khan Palace, which made Mangourtai furious.

"My masters, I'm talking. It's not your turn to bark, damn it, I'm going to teach you a lesson now before you can know the rules!"

Rolling his sleeves, the rash man really wanted to fight. The other few Beller hurriedly grabbed him from behind, pulling him, and persuading him.

In this farce, Huang Taiji always looked at Chen Rushui without saying a word. His fat body sat firmly on the dragon throne of King Khan. He didn't even look at the reckless old fifth man Gurtai. He actually fell on the wine jar that was transporting to the hall, and officer Niu Lu who knelt on the ground and did not dare to look up.

"Tell me, why did that young general named Mao take down our Zhenglan Banner, the solid Yizhou?"

If he didn't make a sound, he would make a big splash. When Huang Taiji spoke, the entire Khan Palace was quiet, including the clamoring leader of the Zhenglan Banner, Mangguertai, and the Niu Lu officer who escaped cried and kowtowed again.

"That Mingdog relies on his large number of people and dared not fight head-on with the warriors in our Jianzhou! He despicablely captured Yizhou with muskets!"

His words were really correct, but Mao Jue's use of the musket was different from that of others, but he didn't say it. He raised his hand in grief and anger. Niu Lue was really crying and showing it to a circle of noble people.

"That Minggou cruelly cut off the thumbs of the slave and the one thousand males in the Zhenglan Banner. He said hypocritically that this is your respect for Da Khan! Da Khan, you must make the decision for the slaves!"

Seeing Niu Lue's really incomplete hands, all the Jurchen nobles in the Khan Palace raised their eyebrows, and even Huang Taiji couldn't help but shake his head, but immediately, the voice of the master of the Later Jin Kingdom suddenly rose.
Chapter completed!