My Ming Dynasty, I have the final say

The Ming Dynasty is in Liaodong and now has three camps.

Baitapu has 15,000, Hupiyi has 15,000, and Fengjibao has 20,000. A total of 50,000 people can assist in the defense of Shenyang at the top, defend Liaoyang at the bottom, and protect the Fushun Pass in the east.

"kill!"

"kill!"

In the Fengjibao camp, accompanied by the deafening shouts of the soldiers, a sense of murder filled the air.

"Yes, when I inspected the three battalions, the morale of the Fengjibao camp was the highest."

On the high platform, Xiong Tingbi, who was wearing armor and carrying a sword, had a smile on his face.

When the generals and commanders accompanying him heard Xiong Tingbi's words, they finally let go of the heavy stones in their hearts.

Ever since he was transferred to Liaodong, this man has trained his soldiers hard, and the soldiers below have simply been affected. They have hats on their heads, but their heads will fall off.

As the emperor gave Liaodong more money and food, and a special transportation office was established, life became easier.

But correspondingly, Xiong Tingbi had higher requirements for the soldiers below.

Judging from the current military training results, this man is satisfied.

"Budo."

Walking on the way down from the platform, He Shixian smiled and looked at Xiong Tingbi who was full of spring breeze.

He Shixian knew that Xiong Tingbi's visit to each camp must have a purpose.

He is Xiong Tingbi's "favorite general", so he speaks more casually.

"Now in places such as Fushun Pass and Crow Falcon Pass, Jiannu will run away as soon as we go to train troops. As for Tieling, Jiannu has been harassing us, and the final general wants to be transferred there."

"Otherwise I can only watch helplessly, it feels so damn uncomfortable!"

"Yes! We are almost too busy just training troops here. We really want to kill a few Jiannu to put out the fire."

Another commander-in-chief, Zhu Wanliang, also spoke.

"I heard that the Jian slaves are now going south to plunder North Korea. Instead of going to Tieling, they can go to Phoenix City."

"Then tell me, what should I use to fight?"

With a roll of his eyes, Xiong Tingbi looked at the two men and asked, glaring.

"In the previous battle, we annihilated the two white flags of Jiannu and severely damaged the morale of Jiannu. But don't forget how much military rations we have eaten these days."

"In the past few years, everyone in Liaodong has been tightening their belts and living a tight life. If we send troops now, and the Jiannu turn around and confront us again, we will not be able to farm any more."

"Well..."

Zhu Wanliang laughed sarcastically after being scolded by Xiong Tingbi.

The generals and commanders present all closed their mouths and stopped talking.

Turning his head to look at the generals present, Xiong Tingbi nodded with satisfaction.

I am afraid that many people in this camp are in collusion with Jiannu.

I hope that what he said today will reach Nurhachi’s ears quickly.

Who doesn’t know how to tell fake news?

When Nurhachi raised his troops, his secret spies were deceiving everyone in the Liaodong military town.

Since these slaves call him Xiong Manzi, he should teach these people that barbarian bears can also use tricks.

Looking at the changing clouds in the sky, Xiong Tingbi thought.

At this time, Mao Wenlong should have already started to take action.

Regardless of whether Mao Wenlong's attack on Jiannu was successful or not, he had to make adjustments to Liaodong's defense deployment.

In a col of Zaotu Mountain.

Under the clear blue sky, two people were supervising the two yellow flag coaters to cut down the trees.

"Has the news gotten out?"

Looking at the person beside her, Liu Aita asked with a frown.

"The word got out."

Hearing this, Li Yangeng nodded gently.

"I have asked my confidants to secretly rush to Weizi Valley. Counting the time, we have already reached the territory of the Ming Dynasty."

"This old slave is quite insidious." Liu Aita said through gritted teeth as she squinted at the sun on her body.

"They said they were going to plunder North Korea, but they secretly placed all the elites of the two yellow flags in the old village."

"This old guy is obviously trying to lure the Liaodong defenders out of the Gegei Pass."

Speaking, Liu Aita shook her head helplessly.

Looking up at Bao Yi who was cutting down the tree, Liu Aita suddenly asked.

"I heard that many people died when they went to North Korea?"

"You haven't seen how miserable it is."

"Many of the Han who had surrendered to the enslavement were sent to be used as cannon fodder. When they attacked Yiju in North Korea, four to five thousand people died. The piles of corpses were as high as the city walls."

As he said this, tears flashed in Li Yangeng's eyes.

His father was on Jiannu's side and was the first border general in the Ming Dynasty to surrender to the Jin Dynasty. He was awarded the rank of third-class deputy general, which was a sign hung by Nurhaci.

He also got him a slave girl who was not older than him to be his mother.

Tolerable or unbearable.

His father wanted to be a slave to Jiannu, but he didn't want to.

This is a disgrace to Li Yangeng, a young man who is still a soldier in the guard station!

Moreover, humans are not grass and trees, so how can they be ruthless?

Seeing the tragic death of so many Han'er in Liaodong, there are only a few people who can really turn a blind eye.

"I heard that the mountain col on the Damienbao side was filled with corpses?"

Seeing the tears in Li Yangeng's eyes, Liu Aita reached out and patted him.

"Ah."

Li Yangeng raised his head, holding back his tears, and nodded.

"Building slaves is committing evil."

"Those who say they are going to transport food looted from North Korea are simply using their lives to run errands for their masters."

"When they left, they only took five days' worth of food with them, not even a morsel of extra food. Whether they can get there depends on their fate."

"Hey."

Hearing this, Liu Aita sighed deeply.

"I should have thought of it a long time ago. After the two white flags were surrounded and annihilated by the Ming army, the old slave no longer believed in the Han people. Even people like me who had followed him for a long time were ostracized."

"I don't know when I can return to Daming."

"Disaster."

Hearing this, Li Yangeng shook his head.

"A few days ago, when I was contacting traders in Liaodong on behalf of my father, I picked up a few notices."

"The notice said that all the passes of the Ming Dynasty are open to Han'er. Now Liaodong is in the field. As long as you go back to participate, you will be given acres of land. For those of us who voted for the generals, as long as we can make contributions, we can also go back."

"What merit do you want to achieve?"

"What else can you do? Take the heads of the slaves as a pledge of surrender."

"The young generals below can just take Gushan'e's real head. The higher you go, the more valuable the head is."

"A notorious traitor like my father wants to take the heads of the four Baelors."

Speaking of this, Li Yangeng couldn't help but sneered.

"And he also said he would be given one hundred thousand taels of silver."

"I don't want any fucking money, I just want to go home."

Hearing this, Liu Aita couldn't help but punch the tree beside her.

"That son of a bitch, Li Chengliang, asked me, Liu Xingzuo, to work under Nurhachi. When his son takes over Liaodong in the future, he will send information to his son so that he can make a contribution."

"What's the result? His two sons are useless. They didn't even see anyone in the fight, and all their men ran away."

"The other one is better. The information has been given to him a long time ago, but he just watched Jian Nu attack the city and fortified the city, and he didn't dare to send troops."

"I've got a family now and can't go back." (End of chapter)