Oba's messenger was welcomed into the Khan's court at dusk, and He Heli was holding a banquet for him.

In fact, the Jurchens didn't know that some of their habits had long been assimilated by the Han people.

"Thanks to the 5,000 Iron Cavalry of the Minister of Political Affairs, our Khan was able to regain the power of Korchin!" The envoy laughed and raised a glass of strong wine.

He Heli's expression gradually faded when he heard this. He put down his wine glass and asked with a smile: "Lord Oba has not forgotten what he would do if he regained power this time, right?"

The messenger found that the atmosphere in the tent had become somewhat subtle, so he quickly knelt on his knees and leaned over and said:

"How dare you forget?"

"The Korqin tribe will always be the most loyal slave of the Great Jin Dynasty from then on. It is something that should be done for Kundulun Khan to conquer all directions and pacify the Southern Barbarians!"

He Heli laughed and drank the whole drink in one sip.

"How is Budaqi's whereabouts?"

The messenger shook his head and sighed: "The lords who followed Budaqi's rebellion have been dealt with by Lord Oba. But Budaqi led his confidants to the south, probably because he fled to the southern barbarians!"

He Heli sneered: "It's nothing to escape to Ming Kingdom. Obama should know the reason for killing all the Korqin people who are loyal to Budaqi?"

This minister of state affairs is worthy of being a figure who follows Kundulun Khan's battles across the country. The murderous aura in his speech also made the messenger feel uneasy.

He Heli didn't wait for him to reply, and said to himself:

"Cut off Budaqi's wings. Even if he gets help from Mingguo, he will not be able to make any trouble. The Khan is busy with all kinds of things this time, and there are many accumulated affairs waiting to be handled, but he has no time to wipe Oba's butt!"

The messenger sweated his head and hurriedly said, "The little messenger understands, the little messenger understands..."

He Heli nodded, raised his wine glass, shaking, looking drunk, and said in a hurry:

"Today's double happiness is coming. First, the Khan is about to return in triumph, and the second is that Korqin Aoba Taiji surrenders to Dajin. This is the best gift to him!"

Speaking of this, listening to the laughter of everyone below, he said again:

"Oh, Mao Wenlong is just a thief in Dongjiang. He is really timid. If I were him, I would definitely come out in full swing this time and attack the old village!"

"But he has no chance!"

After He Heli finished speaking, he drank a full cup with a heroic drink.

Niu Lu, who was wearing white armor, smiled and said, "What the Minister of Political Consultative Affairs said, even if he dares to come, he will definitely be wiped out under the Laozhai City and turn into the military future of the warriors!"

The left-behind civil and military officials also laughed and boasted.

"I'm worried that the thieves in Dongjiang will not come. If they come, they will definitely ask them to taste the tiger sword in the hands of the Great Jin Warrior!"

"Mao Wenlong is just a rat, and Xiong Manzi is our confidant enemy!"

"My Eight Banners Iron Cavalry, traversing from north to south, and is invincible!"

When the crowds of slaves were drunk, there was a chaotic noise outside the court, followed by a burst of rapid footsteps.

A white-armored soldier came over and shouted loudly: "Sir, the Southern Barbarians have attacked the city!"

He Heli had a very good alcohol tolerance, but he was not drunk at all. Seeing that the Bayala guard's panic did not look fake, but he still didn't believe it in his heart and asked slowly:

"How many people are there in the Southern Barbarians, and whose banner is under?"

The white-armored soldier knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, and replied: "It's so dark that I can't see clearly the number of people, at least 50,000!"

At this time, another fake tatar who had just run back also said: "What about 50,000, at least 100,000 people, under the banner of Mao Wenlong, the general of Zhenjiang!"

He heard these words, He Heli's eyes were circling in his eyes.

Just now, he just took advantage of the smell of alcohol and whispered randomly. Unexpectedly, it would come true so soon. The Nanman really came to attack the city.

Fifty thousand people?

Hundreds of thousands of people!?

No, how could Mao Wenlong have 100,000 people? Even if the Korean army is included, it will be at most 50,000. The Han army must have been scared to death.

At this time, the courtyard was also quiet.

"Kill the enemy!"

"Kill the enemy!!"

Listening to the fierce shouts of killing from outside, everyone realized that this was not fake. Mao Wenlong actually came to the old village!

In the past, the east of Liaoyang and south of Taizi River were the scope of the Dongjiang Army. Now, it’s so good that they are all here to Hetuala!

If this continues, wouldn’t the capital of Dajin become the back garden of the Dongjiang Army? Come whenever you want.

His face turned gloomy, he touched the big knife, raised his hand to strike the fake Tartars reported, and shouted: "The warriors of the Dajin, the Dongjiang thief is really here!"

"Why don't you go and ask him to taste the tiger sword in your hands!"

Many of the Eight Banners who went to the expedition lived in the old village. If Mao Wenlong came in and slaughtered, it would have to be done.

If Hetuala was seriously injured, even if he was one of the five ministers in charge of politics, even if he was a hero of the founding of the country, he would still be unable to escape death!

He Heli killed the Han army, and blood sputtered on the Khan court. The stimulation of blood and the scent of alcohol caused some Niulu who were left behind in the old village to take their swords and leave.

"Don't panic, Minister of State for Political Consultative Affairs, let me summon the warriors to quell the Dongjiang thief!"

"It takes no time to get it. Mao Wenlong is seeking death by himself!"

After Niulu and Jiala people left one by one, only some civil officials and Baijia Niulu were left in the Khan's court. He Heli stood up and walked with an anxious expression.

The shouts of killing outside made him feel excited, and the important task of staying behind the old village forced him to act cautiously and avoid making mistakes.

At this moment, he was still in the Khan court, which could only make He Heli feel more depressed.

He then put on his armor, went out to step onto a white horse, climbed onto the wall of the Khan's court and looked around, and his heart suddenly became cold.

In the city of Hetular, swords and soldiers are connected, and there are screams of killing and screams. In the dark night, it is impossible to tell which Ming army was rushing and which Later Jin army was going to resist.

The north wind is terrifying, the fire is surging, and the smell of blood is spreading in the air.

He Heli quickly realized that there were only more than a thousand Jurchen armored soldiers in the old village, and the situation was hopeless. The big thing now is to protect the descendants of Aisin Gioro.

"Tell me the order to close the gate of the Khan's court and lead the warriors to guard the wall!"

Upon hearing this, some civil servants were a little unbelievable, but they didn't say anything.

After all, He Heli is the Minister of Political Consultative Affairs, and in the current situation, they also know what the result will be if the Ming army rushes into the Khan court.

......

"kill!"

Mao Wenlong held a geese-winged sword, Mao Chenglu and Kong Youde, one left and one right, followed by three thousand soldiers of the Dongjiang Army rushed into the area with dense Jurchen bannermen, and a bloody massacre began in a blink of an eye.

No one was ruthless because the Jurchens killed their wives and children more!

No one would show mercy to the Jurchens who killed the old man in the evening, because compared to the swords of the Dongjiang Army soldiers, what the Jurchens did was far more cruel!

This is a war between races, and I will never give up until I destroy one side.

Mao Wenlong looked coldly at a teenager who was waving a pitchfork toward him, and suddenly kicked when he was approaching him.

The Jurchen boy was kicked away directly, then he flipped over and continued to rush over with a thrust fork, and he still scolded him in a clumsy Chinese that he had learned from somewhere:

"You guy, you will die!"

Mao Wenlong held the sword tightly this time, and at the critical moment, he suddenly waved his sword, watching the Jurchen boy's neck gushing out of blood, and his emotions did not fluctuate at all.

He turned over and looked at the Khan Court and said:

"Kill one less Tartar, and in ten or five years, more Liao people will die at their hands, and take back your useless mercy!"

"Have you forgotten those women who fled to Dongjiang and the girls who dug ginseng with their hands? Did the Tartars treat them with a trace of kindness?"

"I will personally report to the emperor to the emperor for every Tartar head here to repay you!"

Mao Wenlong's words came to the ground, and the soldiers of the Dongjiang Army aroused thousands of hatred, and the shouts of killing became more and more intense. Soon after, the east gradually became white.

A wisp of dust rose quietly...

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