Traveling through the Ming Dynasty, as soon as you open your eyes, you will die

Chapter 297 Powerless Roaring
Returning to the main battlefield of Gubeikou, Lu Mou felt relaxed.

After checking it out, he was full of confidence in the victory of the entire battle.

Returned to the camp, ready to exchange and deliver with Li Yan again. He once again became the commander-in-chief of the former enemy and asked Li Yan to go back and control the whole country.

In terms of handling emergencies and details, Lu Mou had to admit that he was not as good as Li Yan.

As a result, before I could even sit down, a member of the Jinyi Guard Qianhu hurried in and reported with a heavy face: "Reporting to the prince, the enemy has increased its troops."

Such news made Li Yan and Lu Mou feel confused.

Because according to the report of the Jin Yiwei who was undercover inside the Manchu Qing Dynasty, the Manchu Qing Dynasty was able to mobilize so many troops, which was already the limit of the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

Where did he find the soldiers?
For this reason, the two men asked the Jin Yiwei in unison: "How many more troops did the enemy have and where did they come from?"

It would be a good thing if the Manchu Qing brought reinforcements from his own country. In that case, the entire Great Wall defense line would be a huge millstone of flesh and blood, which would continue to bleed the Manchus and eventually wipe out their generation of young people. This is what Lu Mou wants to see most.

The Jinyiwei replied with a serious look on his face: "The additional troops this time are no less than 200,000, and they are transferred from the depths of Mongolia."

Lu Mou frowned: "Can Mongolia still have more troops?"

One bite, the fingers connected to the heart, and the pain was heartbreaking. Suddenly he grabbed Li Yan's arm and gave it a bite. Li Yan jumped up in pain, but with this jump, Lu Sheng bit off a piece of flesh, and the blood flowed.

Lu Mou shrank his neck and looked around subconsciously: "Okay, I'll keep it short and quickly bandage Li Bingbu."

"We will eat blood tofu for the rest tonight."

The Jin Yiwei shook his head in pain: "They are not Mongols, they are Han people. They are all slaves of Han people."

"Do you need that many?"

Arriving at the city gate tower, Lu Mou picked up his fingers and stuffed them into his mouth. Everyone was moved by his heroic deeds of sacrificing his own body and writing blood letters to intimidate the enemy in order to save those Han people. The regent is truly a good prince who loves and protects the Han people. How lucky he is to have such a prince.

After hearing this information, the hairs on Lu Mou and Li Yan's hair started to stand up. His color changed involuntarily, and he gasped for air.

"I want to write a million-word article to angrily criticize the enemy chief for being unkind."

"It doesn't take that much."

Duoze is crazy. He wants to turn the people into soldiers and attack the Great Wall.

"Little plum, quickly find a basin to catch the blood."

"Aren't you afraid of the Red Lady's revenge?"

Lu Mou suddenly stood up: "Let's go to the Great Wall and write a letter in blood to Duo Ze to show my determination and deter them."

He tore off a corner of his python robe and wrote with all his strength: "Duo Zai, if you dare to use my people as human shields, I swear that once the Qing Dynasty is wiped out, I will kill your entire clan."

After getting this blood letter, Duoze and all the princes and ministers laughed wildly: "Hahahahaha, incompetent barking, we hit the weak spot of that little ghost king. Okay, okay, are we afraid of him? Are you going to destroy our Qing Dynasty? , just dream. Just this time, I will attack the Ming Dynasty, capture the little devil, cut his body into pieces, and avenge the countless soldiers who died under the Great Wall. "

But amidst this wild laughter, the banner leaders of the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, the generals of the Han army, and King Sanshun all felt unhappy. We are also of the blood of the Han nation, and we were once the people of the Ming Dynasty. However, in the siege battle that lasted for more than three months, we faced the Ming army's fierce and violent firearms shooting, and we did not see any mercy from the little ghost king.

Are we no longer the people of the Ming Dynasty, so can’t we get your sympathy and mercy?
Can't we be forgiven by you for betraying the Ming Dynasty?

Are the lives of us less valuable than the lives of those slaves who also lived outside the Ming Dynasty?
Duoze saw that these Han generals were sad and frustrated, Duoze patted Kong Youde on the shoulder: "My prince, don't be sad because of this matter, you should be proud of this matter.

Because you are no longer the humble and cowardly Ming people, you are already the true and powerful subjects of the Manchu Empire. They no longer recognize you as their compatriots, so why are you still attached to them? Why should you still sympathize with them?

Use your bravery in the upcoming battle to prove that you are the most loyal subjects of the Qing Empire. Use your most ferocious battles to inflict heavy losses on the Ming Dynasty and sever the relationship between you and the weak Han people.

From now on, I will be an upright and loyal slave of the Qing Empire.

Go into the Central Plains and turn all those Han people into your slaves. Wouldn't it be nice for you to be a glorious fourth-class slave and your master? "

Such a future plan immediately made these Han slaves light up.

Yes, we chose to escape that damn Ming Dynasty and defect to the powerful Manchu Qing Dynasty. We must stand firmly on the side of the Manchu Qing Dynasty. In order to prove our loyalty to the Manchus, we should use stronger combat power to destroy the Ming Dynasty.

At that time, our group of third-class slaves (the second-class are Mongolians) will enslave the people of the Ming Dynasty and make them slaves of our group of slaves. Only in this way can we honor our ancestors.

This group of Han generals immediately kowtowed on the ground and expressed to their masters how honored we were to be the third-class slaves of the Qing Empire. For this honor, we will definitely charge forward in the future battles and sacrifice our humble lives for our master.

Seeing the Han generals kneeling on the ground, Duo Ze couldn't help laughing.

"I accept your bravery and loyalty, please fight with us."

Then he turned to face the generals of the Eight Banners of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties: "In this battle, we have grasped the weakness of the little ghost king, and we must not let go. We must succeed in this battle. For this reason, I have ordered that this time all the Eight Banners of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties will be dispatched to participate. attack."

The offensive and defensive battles for more than three months were all fought by Koreans and Han people.

The first reason is that both Koreans and Han people are infantry, and they have been the best at defending cities for generations. At the same time, their lives are worthless and they are just cannon fodder.

The real Eight Banners of the Manchu Qing Dynasty are cavalry. It is a waste to use cavalry to attack cities.

Another very important point is that the Manchu population is sparse. During the Huang Taiji reform, a group of wild girls were re-registered, a group of loyal Han people were promoted, and after efforts were made to develop the population, the total population was now less than five million.

This noble life cannot be used as cannon fodder. That would be to lose one by one.

The warriors of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty were to use those despicable cannon fodder to open the gap and expand the results of the war. Must good steel be used on the blade of the kitchen knife?

But this time, Duoze had made up his mind to take advantage of the rare opportunity of slaves to frighten the Ming army defending the city, and Manchu warriors also participated in the attack. For this reason, we must seize the Great Wall and open a breakthrough to the Central Plains at all costs, even at the cost of noble lives.

Lu Mou's blood letter not only did not scare Duo Ze and others, but made them feel Lu Mou's guilty conscience, making them more arrogant and more confident in destroying the Ming Dynasty.

Groups of slaves arrived. This group of slaves ignored the rare porridge prepared by their masters, and rushed to the front of the military camp. They opened their eyes and looked towards the south with tears in their eyes, looking at the majestic Great Wall in the distance.

Home, right behind that.

(End of this chapter)