"Go to Kunming?" Several slaves exclaimed. Kunming is the territory of the pseudo-Ming. Isn't it a trap to go south?

Qiqihar's face was so pale that he was scary. He growled, forgot the pain on his right arm, and said, "I am the governor of the three provinces, and even the brother-in-law of Aozhongtang. With this wise man, he will easily kill him? As long as he bows down, he can change himself to another master. He is still useful to the wise man. At least he can survive his life and maybe he can achieve another wealth."

Qiqihar paused, breathed a long sigh, and continued with a grim smile: "No poison, I am a master in front of you, but I am also a slave to others. Since the family can protect the safety of the family, it is not the same who recognizes as the master? The Ming people are not clear about the affairs of the capital, but they are old people in the capital. All the things in all corners of the world are very clear. Princes Beile, Aozhongtang, Suksaha, Sony, and Ebilong are all very clear about the details of the people. Hehe, Ming people will kill the master easily.

"Whoever is willing to follow me? Your family members who are following me will take care of you. Maybe you can earn a fortune when you follow me to Kunming. If you are willing to return to the capital, you will not stop you. Everyone has figured it out. A man is a real man, who is not a slave? As long as you can survive and be rich, isn't it the same as who is the master?"

Six or seven family slaves looked at each other and couldn't help but hesitate. The master said nothing wrong. He was a Manchu and had served as a high-ranking official. He knew some details in the capital. Wasn't Wu Sangui, who had defected to Manchu back then, been ordered to be king? Although there was a certain danger to follow the master, he could not guarantee a wealth that could be made.

"Master, I'm going to Kunming with you."

"I'll go, too."

"My mother is old and I only have one son at home. I think...I think I'd better go back to the capital, master. Take care of yourself."

"I'll go."

In this era when life is like grass, everyone is trying to survive, and deep in everyone's heart, there is also ambition to stand out. Yes, in this era where you are either master or slave, who is willing to be a slave for generations? Who doesn't want to be high and enjoy the rich clothes and food. Sitting and lying on the knees of a beautiful woman, domineering, just teasing the flying eagles and dogs every day, talking about the wind and moon and the flowing orioles?

These slaves followed Qiqihar to Sichuan. They originally hoped to have a good future behind their master, and they would be a personal soldier for two years, and then rely on their master's relationship to become a general, guerrilla, a ministry, and a garrison. Even if they were the general, they would become the general. Anyway, they would always have a place to be appointed by their master as the governor of the three provinces. But now they still have nothing, and the master has committed a crime sooner or later, and they would not be able to fall into anything. Even if they return to the capital, they would be looked down upon. It would be better to follow the master to be a traitor and go to the forum. At least the master's sister would not be guilty. Although they left their hometown, it would be better than to go back and continue to be slaves.

After a while, everyone had already decided to make their own future. Except for a slave named Turuidi who wanted to return to the capital to serve as his mother, the rest decided to go to Qiqihar to have a try.

"Turi, if you are willing to go back, I will not make things difficult for you. After you return to the capital, I will send a message to the old master and my sister, telling them that everything is fine here, but I may never go back to see them again in my life. Oh, let's not talk, go." Qiqihar's right arm gradually became numb, and the blood began to gather and slowly solidify, but his face turned paler.

Several slaves from other places also sent a few words to Turui's house. Turui nodded, and a group of people helped Qiqihar into the forest on the side, followed by Turui's head north, and the rest went south.

Behind them, a group of people in black set up formations and rushed towards the chaotic military camp. The Ming army finally arrived.

"Shoot!" After entering the range of the shooting range, Li Xiao was excited to find that there was no error in the information at all, and immediately commanded the Ming army to launch an attack, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang...

After the strong formation sounded, pungent smoke filled the Ming army's ground. The Qing soldiers were stunned in chaos. The Qing soldiers approaching the camp gate fell to the ground and groaned and rolled.

Just before the Qing soldiers reacted, there was another roar of muskets. The Ming army lined up in a row and began to advance and fired at the rate of fire compared to the traditional bore guns. The musket had two barrels, similar to the three-eyed muskets of the Guanning Army. As long as the gunpowder was loaded, the two barrels could be fired in turn. However, the modified continuous muskets were much longer than the three-eyed muskets, and their power was also enhanced.

After the chaos, the Qing soldiers began to react uniformly. They began to retreat. To be precise, they should have fled. In such a chaotic situation in the dark, a team of enemy troops suddenly appeared with sharp firearms. No one knew how many of this group were. They only knew that after each bang, dozens or hundreds of Qing soldiers lay on the ground inexplicably, shouting to help their companions.

Those who do not escape under this situation are brainless. The Manchu and Mongolian Eight Banners soldiers ran the fastest in chaos. They had mounts. After judging the situation, the brave Eight Banners soldiers responded immediately without unified command - escape!

It has to be said that the Eight Banners soldiers' short attacks are faster and their escape skills are faster. The ethnic soldiers on the horses quickly turned over and clamped their legs, and rushed down many of the green camp soldiers in the infantry battle like a whirlwind and fled northward. After a while, almost all the Manchu and Mongolian Eight Banners disappeared and disappeared into the night.

The unlucky ones were naturally the Green Camp soldiers. They were the Han army puppet troops formed by Manchus. Almost all of them were infantry soldiers and they didn't even have the qualifications to ride horses. The two legs under them were not the energetic Ming soldiers. The Ming soldiers' speed began to accelerate. After a rapid sprint, they shot on the ground, then charged medicine while sprinting, then half-squatted, ignited, aimed, and shot. All the movements were very smooth after systematic training.

"What a pity." Li Xiao, who was behind the line, jumped up anxiously. Seeing the main force of the Qing army's Manchu and Mongolian Eight Banners calmly withdrawing from the battlefield and quickly disappearing into the night, he could not do anything. No matter how fast the Ming soldiers' legs were, they could not race against war horses. Unless the two armies were fighting against each other, they would have no way to deal with these iron cavalry that had no trace.

"Come on, tell the people on the other side that as long as they are Han people, they can spare their lives if they put down their weapons. If anyone dares to resist or escape, they will kill them all." Since Li Xiao did not exterminate the opponent's main force, he became interested and issued an order indignantly. Most of the green camp soldiers were composed of men. In order to prevent them from turning against each other in the battle with the Southern Ming Dynasty, the Manchus only equipped them with very simple weapons. These people had very poor combat capabilities, and most of them were to make some military pay. No one was willing to work hard for the Manchus master. In the past, when the Qing Dynasty and Li Dingguo, Zheng Chenggong and other Ming generals fought against each other, they placed these green camp soldiers in front of the team as cannon fodder, and then used elite Manchu and Mongolian cavalry to continuously attack from the left and right wings. Therefore, in Li Xiao's view, even if there were 100,100,000 people, this kind of green camp soldiers were not afraid.

"All Han people put down their weapons and can spare you death. If there are any stubborn people with weapons, they will be killed without mercy!" The loud accent of the messenger rang under the night. They and the only soldiers who had horses in the Ming army, whenever they sent or shouted, they always rode back and forth on horseback.

The Qing soldiers began to put down their weapons and knelt on the ground to show their surrender. The Ming army in the long snake formation quickly passed through them, completely ignored the Qing soldiers who were kneeling and quickly pursued the fleeing enemy. So more people knelt down and threw the crude weapons on the ground. The Qing soldiers who lost the Manchu and Mongolian cavalry had no ability to resist at all. At least they were like this in front of the Ming army, and it was different in front of the people.

After the battle, the Ming army began to divide the small group of troops to continue pursuing the escaped enemy. The remaining soldiers began to count and arrest the prisoners, and received the Qing army's camp and the remaining food and fodder equipment. A large amount of pig iron was needed in the workshops in Haidu City, so the Qing soldiers' swords, guns, swords and halberds became treasures in the eyes of the Ming soldiers. They usually collected some iron tools left on the battlefield and transported them to the workshop owners in Haidu to sell them, and then divided the money by the heads according to the heads.

Although the amount of money was not distributed to the soldiers participating in the war, the Ming soldiers were very concerned about the income of this only unspoken rule. As soon as the battle ended, many people would happily pull out the thorns of the spear, pick off the iron sheets on the armor, and remove the wooden handles on the big knife, and then gather all the scrap iron in a large barracks. At the door of the barracks, there were many Ming soldiers who had just brought scrap iron back from the battlefield and exchanged their experiences with great enthusiasm.

Gradually, this boring behavior quickly became the favorite of the Ming soldiers. When they could collect a few taels of scrap iron, they would always smile knowingly, and maybe they would have been happy all day long. Although the scrap iron was handed over to the barracks and divided equally, he might not even be able to divide the copper chips of a copper coin by himself, but the sense of accomplishment in his heart made them happy quickly.

Today is a carnival night for the Pioneer Army. Thousands of Ming soldiers rushed to the Qing army's barracks and began to search for any iron tools. They carried a dagger, either picking or cutting them, and could always put the exposed iron pieces of various weapons and armor into the backpack behind them, and finally transported them to the quartermasters in full.
Chapter completed!