The 10,000 elite troops of the Fried Flower Farm Department were almost wiped out, and more than a dozen tribes were slaughtered without leaving any chickens and dogs, which made the entire eastern grassland shaking. The legend of the bloodthirsty devil penetrated into the hearts of every grasslander person, and it could definitely stop the children from crying at night.

Especially after the news that the Qidaoling built a capital of ten thousand people came, no one dared to mention the name of the bloodthirsty devil.

A huge Jingguan was built on the original site of Qidaoling Station. Li Fan said silently in his heart: "Brothers, go well! With so many Tatars accompanying you, the road to the underworld should not be lonely!"

"Mr. Li! Are you going back to the capital or go to Guangning Fort with the Mo General?" Li Ruzhang came to Li Fan and said with his fists.

Seeing that the person coming was Li Ruzhang, Li Fan's eyes lit up and he said, "Brother Ruzhang! A few days ago, on the battlefield, I saw hundreds of soldiers with small braids on their heads, who were particularly brave in fighting. I wonder if my brothers can give up their love?"

...

Nurhaci knelt in the carriage for nearly half an hour. He was angry, but he had to show respect on his face.

The strong sense of humiliation made his brows jump, but he didn't dare to attack, so he had to wait honestly for the big man in the car to get him up.

"You are Nurhaci from Jianzhou Wei!"

A young voice finally came to mind in the car, and Nurhaci quickly replied: "It's the young general! I'll come to obey the order of Major General Ruzhang!"

The car door opened and Li Fan walked out of the car. Seeing Nurhaci, who was only eighteen or nineteen years old, he almost burst into laughter.

This is the later generations of the Qing Dynasty's Taizu Nurhaci, who relied on his thirteenth pair of armor to raise a war, and the old slave wild boar skins, who almost dared to fight in the field?

Now it has fallen into my hands, it depends on how you are still struggling outside the barrier.

Even though Nurhaci showed a timid look in front of him, Li Fan did not underestimate this person at all.

He spoke, "Nurhaci! I heard that your family has served as the commander of Jianzhou Guard for generations, and is also considered a hereditary official of my Ming Dynasty. I wonder if I am willing to serve Your Majesty?"

"Yes! Of course the villain is willing!" Nurhaci raised his head and showed a flattering smile on his face.

Li Fan clapped his hands and said, "Okay! I'll get up! From now on, we will do our own things for His Majesty, and that's our own people!"

Old Nu? When he heard this title, Nurhaci almost lost his nose. But he didn't dare to refute, so he had to remain silent.

"Old slave! Go to your camp, I want to tell them some things, so I will save you any misunderstandings in the future!" Li Fan seemed to be addicted, and said as he walked towards the camp of Nurhaci and others.

Nurhaci lowered his head and followed Li Fan without saying a word. No one knew what he was thinking.

I soon arrived at the base of more than 300 Jurchens. Compared with the neat station of the postmen, it was undoubtedly much dirty and messy.

The horses were tied to the tree at will, and all kinds of fur were spread on the ground at will. Three or five people sat around them, passing each other with the sacks written on disinfectant wine, drinking happily.

When Li Fan came, these Jurchens who had never drunk such strong alcohol had become a little drunk. They were blushing and shouting loudly with thick necks. Several people even took off their shirts and fell in the middle of the venue.

When Nurhaci saw his subordinates like this, he couldn't help but blush. He immediately scolded loudly: "Bastard! Who asked you to drink? What did you all look like?

You have lost all the faces of the Jurchens, and they are still here to pay homage to the adults, and they all get up..."

Li Fan waved his hand to stop Nurhaci, and stepped forward and said, "Dear Jurchen brothers! There is a saying in our Han family, "Give the spirits to warriors and beauties to heroes!"

You are the most brave people in the white mountains and black waters. You should drink the strongest wine and marry the most beautiful woman as your wife!”

"Ao!"

Li Fan's two words made these Jurchens who only knew how to fight with wild beasts and gain that glimmer of hope.

At this moment, they could no longer find words to express their feelings, but just let out the most primitive howl in their throats.

After these Jurchens vented for a while, Li Fan suppressed his hands and signaled them to be quieter, continuing: "Since you are the most brave warriors, you must show it in the battle.

Therefore, I decided to hire you to become a mercenary army of the postmen of the Ming Dynasty."

Mercenary Corps? These words made the Jurchens confused and looked at each other, and no one knew what this meant.

Li Fan smiled slightly and explained: "Simply put, we royal postmen donated money and grain to hire you to fight for us."

"Feed money? Are there ten sheep?" asked a strong man with a bearded face.

"Ten sheep? You just need this? As long as you become a mercenary of my royal postmen, each of them will have five dans of food, ten kilograms of salt, and twenty sheep as a settlement fee. You can still get 30% of each battle after being seized. If you behead more than ten, you can also move your whole family to a wealthy and warm place in the pass..."

Every time Li Fan said something, the eyes of these Jurchens lit up, and in the end they could not count them, and they were all in a confused state.

Seeing that the group of local gangsters had already been stunned, Li Fan said with a look of expression: "But the ugly words of this official should also say that he is ahead. To become a mercenary of the royal postman, he must obey his official's orders, and those who disobey military orders must be executed!"

Li Fan almost yelled at the last word "名", and the bodies of these Jurchens trembled.

If you give the carrot, you have to use a big stick to shock it. Li Fan did not want to cultivate a force to rebel against the Ming Dynasty.

"I don't want money, food, cattle and sheep. As long as I can drink this kind of wine every day, I will sell it to you with this life!"

"..." Li Fan was speechless for a while. What he said just now was in vain. If he had known, everyone would have given them a jar of strong wine and they would have been drunk to death.

This recruitment was very successful, especially after hearing that the spirits came from the West Mountain, the Jurchens wanted to bite their fingers and sign a contract for selling their bodies.

Li Fan would not care about Nurhaci, who was as dark as the bottom of a pot, without the support of the Jurchens, how big a storm can he cause by himself?

These Jurchens who have been fighting wild beasts for many years are the most perfect cannon fodder in Li Fan's heart. With them, I believe that the losses of the postmen will be reduced a lot.

Li Fan, who got what he wanted, ordered the entire army to go south to return to the capital early the next morning. This time he had been out for a long time and should have gone home.

...

In the imperial palace of the capital, Comrade Xiao Zhu said guiltily to the woman beside him: "Beloved concubine! My royal postman returned victoriously. I will go to the West Mountain to greet you later!"

"Go! Go! Go and accompany your postman! Don't come to me in the future!" The woman seemed angry and turned her head aside and said angrily.

"My beloved concubine! Don't be angry! Li Fan is fighting for the country, and I will greet you in terms of emotion and reason,..."

"Li Fan! It's Li Fan again! He is just a royal slave, and fighting for the emperor is natural. What qualifications do you have to welcome him?"

A trace of resentment appeared in the woman's eyes, why "let go is also a kind of love!"

Why?
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