"Li Yongfang?"

Huang Taiji snorted coldly when he heard this, as if he was not interested in this person, and said:

"Last time, I went to the battle to fight for Xiping Fort, tens of thousands of people were beaten by Luo Yiguan and ran away in a hurry. It took a few days to take it down."

"I'm going, I'm afraid I'm going to deliver vegetables to Dorgon!"

"That's true..." Amin murmured a few times, and he really didn't trust Li Yongfang very much. "It seems that he has to send a capable Nikan."

"I have a choice."

At this time, Huang Taiji suddenly said.

"Why didn't you say earlier if you have someone to choose?" Amin frowned, obviously unhappy again, "Who is this person?"

"Liu Aita!"

Huang Taiji's words were amazing. Even Amin didn't regard him as a nickname because his ability was too high.

Not only is he very capable, but he is also highly favored by Nurhaci, and Amin has to admire him.

If Li Yongfang is the best among the Han people, Liu Aita has jumped out of this circle and truly lived like a bannerman.

No one, including Nurhaci, would treat Liu Aita like Nikan and Baoyi.

"Liu Aita? Do you know how much the old guy trusts him!" Amin stood up, raised his tone and said:

"The old guy is staring at him very closely. It's not easy to call out the Zhenghong Banner of Daishan without any hesitation."

"Do you think Dai Shan really favors Liu Aita, a man? I'll go to him and say, you don't have to worry about it." Huang Taiji was confident and said:

"You just need to be responsible for stabilizing the old guy and asking him to enjoy his life in Hetuala, and then...

Amin widened her eyes:

"Is it OK?"

"Do you want Dorgon to ride on our heads?"

Huang Taiji looked coldly.

Amin was so entangled that he could not resist his instigation and gritted his teeth and said:

"That's it, just say Daishan."

......

At the hour of Mao, the world of Liaodong was dark, and the biting cold wind whistled, beating the bones on both sides of the road, making a "whistling" sound.

A team carrying the "Big Gold" flag walked silently in the middle of a deserted world. It seemed that even these slave soldiers who were used to life and death were unwilling to look around.

Dorgon wore tailor-made armor and rode on the horse. Although he was short, the slaves who followed him did not dare to underestimate them at all, and they were all cautious.

The reason is naturally Nurhaci's trust in him.

“How far is Xinzhou City?”

Dorgon looked ahead and his tone gently spoke, showing a completely different age than his age.

A guard wearing bright white armor turned around and reported, "I will be about three miles away from home to Beile."

"Um."

Dorgon nodded, pressed the hand with the sword on his waist and moved slightly, and said slowly: "Tell me my order, inside and outside Xinzhou, no one will be left."

"Abide by the order!"

The White Armored Cavalry was about to turn around, but Dorgon heard the addition behind him.

"Including the Nikans who stayed in the city."

Upon hearing this, the white armored cavalry had a moment of surprise in his eyes, and then he felt relieved. Without saying a word, he turned around and galloped eastward to the side.

In Xinzhou City, more than 100,000 Liao people living under the threat of the Jurchens are living hopeless day after day.

No one would have thought that a cavalry of three thousand people was rolling towards here three miles away.

As before, the ones who relied on the power of the master in the city were still the ones who were making monsters with great power.

Nikan is the despicable title of the Jurchens for the Han soldiers in the Later Jin Dynasty, and the fake slave soldiers are the title of these traitors who have no national integrity in the Central Plains.

Most of these soldiers were just cannon fodder driven by the Later Jin Dynasty when it forced the siege. A small number of them could be called elite soldiers from the Daming Guards in the former Liao territory.

In addition, a large number of people were gangsters who had no ability before. Seeing that the Later Jin Dynasty was powerful, they took the initiative to surrender, hoping to be arrogant and prosperous.

Fan Wencheng, who is now giving advice to Nurhaci's tent, is the founder of these traitors.

It was him who used his personal experience to tell all the literati and scholars who were depressed in the Ming Dynasty that they could show their strengths when they came to the Later Jin Dynasty.

Of course, they don’t need to have any knowledge or particularly powerful abilities. The knowledge of the Han people of the same race is their greatest strength!

This is how Fan Wencheng claimed to be from a famous family and was the 17th generation grandson of Fan Zhongyan, a famous prime minister of the Northern Song Dynasty. However, he could not even pass the exam for a juren in the Ming Dynasty.

What makes people funny is that Fan Wencheng, a down-and-out scholar, made no achievements in the Ming Dynasty and was a deceased person, but later became a meritorious person in the opening of the Qing Dynasty.

I have to say that this is really sad.

At this time, the fake slave soldiers stationed in Xinzhou City were the eldest son of Li Yongfang, the first Han general to surrender to the Later Jin Dynasty.

Now Li Yangeng has long cut off contact with Li Yongfang, because he hated his surrender to Jiannu, which made the Li family shame and made him become a traitor without realizing it.

However, Li Yangeng also knew that his arms could not twist his thighs.

Apart from the righteous man secretly supporting the rebellion against Jiannu, he did not openly challenge the slave soldiers. On the contrary, in order to gain the trust of the Jurchens, he also killed two rebellious generals with tears in his eyes.

Li Yangeng buried his hatred in his heart and climbed up in the Later Jin Dynasty as much as possible.

He gained the trust of the Jurchens step by step. He served as a guerrilla and a general of the Han army in the Later Jin Dynasty. He is now in office as the Ministry of Personnel.

The status of this official position is equivalent to that of the Minister of Personnel who is in charge of the Han people.

The greater the official position in the Later Jin Dynasty, the more tyrannical Li Yangeng saw the Later Jin Dynasty in the Liao territory, and his hatred towards Jiannu never wavered at all.

On that day, an uninvited guest came to Li Yangeng's home.

When he opened the door, he was stunned at first, and then said:

"I wonder what is the price for General Liu to do here?"

He didn't know the person in front of him, and there were not many fake slave generals in Liaodong who dared not give him some shame.

The one who came was Nurhaci's good son-in-law, Liu Xingzuo.

Liu Xingzuo's armor was wrapped in a layer of coarse cotton coat, and his originally mighty figure looked a little bloated.

He seemed to have been accustomed to Li Yangeng's sarcasm for a long time.

He first glanced at the yard and found that there was no one around. Then he pushed Li Yangeng away, who was confused and walked in.

Seeing this guy not treating himself as an outsider, Li Yangeng was even more angry, turned around and mocked:

"General Liu is not staying in the old village and Da Beile. Why do you come to my remote town to do? Even Da Khan's son-in-law can't break into my private residence so rudely, right?"

Before Liu Xingzuo came here, he made great decisions.

Because he only learned from some anti-Jin heroes that Li Yangeng’s real idea was that he was betting on the lives of more than 100,000 Liao people in Xinzhou City.

If Li Yangeng, like his father Li Yongfang, was a firm lackey in Jiannu, Liu Xingzuo's years of endurance would have been wasted.

But he couldn't watch the hundreds of thousands of people being slaughtered by Dorgon.

Sitting in the seat, Liu Xingzuo took a deep breath and said quietly:

"We are straight to the point. Dorgon's horse team still has three miles of land. My people are intercepting them, but it won't take much time."

"If you want to save someone, you have to listen to me."

"Otherwise, the 170,000 Liao people in Xinzhou will turn into dead bones on the ground tomorrow, and put stones on Dorgon's feet."

"Believe it or not, it's up to you!"

As he said that, Liu Xingzuo closed his eyes and looked like he was waiting to die, but under his coat, he pressed his hand on the sword.
Chapter completed!