golden scales

In July of the 18th year of Chongzhen, the land of Beizhi was drought and low heat. Although the sun was hanging in the sky, it refused to release the heat that forced people to undress, as if they were sick.Under the sun, weeds are everywhere, and there are no crops in the once good fields.Only a few drought-tolerant forests spread outward at an unsuspecting rate, encroaching on the pastoral.

A group of Manchu soldiers with blue scalp and pigtails, riding loosely on their horses, came out from the horizon.They quickly found an abandoned village, set up a flag to rest, and sent out scouts.They greet each other in Manchurian, just like the Manchurian soldiers who used to kill people like hemp, there is no difference at all.

The leader of this team was tall and tall. He rode his horse around the village a few times, found some ruined buildings and tiles, and arranged for someone to serve as a spy inside.After the arrangement was settled, he returned to the team and chatted and laughed with several soldiers in Manchu.

When night fell, there was a sound of horseshoes in the quiet land.Another group of Manchurian soldiers who fought openly also came here.After discovering their own people, this group of Manchurian soldiers unloaded their burdens easily and happily, like meeting old acquaintances in a foreign land, enjoying the enthusiastic wine and meat of the first comers.

However, they don't know that there is a thing called Mongolian sweat medicine.In fact, this is a blind prescription that only matured in Ming Dynasty. It can't make people fall into a coma as described in the novel, but it can improve the sleep quality of the user.It is also widely used in the army to relieve the pain of the wounded and sick so that they will not wake up in the middle of the night.

Just after these Manchurian soldiers fell into a sweet dream, the enthusiastic hosts drew out the Qing army's standard smooth knife, touched the tents lightly, and cut the necks of these Manchurian soldiers with ease.

"If you move faster, you can sleep again." A man soldier said in a low voice, but it was Chinese with a thick Liaodong accent.

The officer standing by the door gave him a quick look and kicked his ass lightly.He said in a deep voice, "If you don't know how to speak, don't talk!" He spoke standard Manchu, with a vague Mongolian accent, even if he was a real Manchurian, he might not be able to tell the difference.

The corpses were delivered to the ditch that had just been dug behind the village in an orderly manner, and after being counted one by one, they were poured with kerosene and burned.The armor and weapons on the corpse.They were also separated separately, buried and burned. The 30-person team had a clear division of labor and strict discipline, and no one made any noise during the whole process.

This is the Special Reconnaissance Battalion, referred to as the Special Reconnaissance Battalion.

After more than half a year of selection and training, the Special Investigation Battalion was finally unsheathed like a sword, shining coldly.They used 30 people as a unit, sometimes pretending to be a green battalion, and sometimes pretending to be a Mongolian ranger.Sometimes he pretends to be a soldier of Manchuria.Especially in the aspect of posing as Manzhou soldiers, because of the secret front support in Beijing, it can be said that everything is real except people.

If it hadn't been for Song Hongye's accidental capture, they might have been able to arrange an establishment for them in the Ministry of War. At that time, they would be the real Eight Banners soldiers of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties.

A good fighter has no great achievements.Since Zuo Shouyi led the team, he went in and out of Beizhi, attacked and killed the mobilized Qing soldiers in the field, and killed six such teams in a whole month.Generally speaking.Teams with less than 200 people are his prey.

Because 200 people is a hurdle.Teams of more than 200 people are often led by Niu Lu Zhangjing, who has rich battlefield experience, and he will never rest assured that a strange team he met for the first time will stand guard for them.

Although no high-value intelligence was obtained, this kind of attack and killing battle could easily cause panic among the top ranks of the enemy army, and the last level would spread.Everyone wants to know what happened to the teams that disappeared overnight.Was it a night attack by the Ming army?Is it an ambush by the rebels?But no matter how hard I searched, I couldn't find any traces of fighting, not even a corpse or armor.

"Brother, when can we go and burn the Barbarian's granary?" A seventeen or eighteen-year-old soldier approached Zuo Shouyi and asked in Manchu.Because there is no word for "Jiannu" in Manchu, he used a derogatory term for Han people in Manchuria - "barbarian".

Zuo Shouyi squinted at him and said, "We'll know when the time comes."

The young soldier was quite unwilling, and said, "Brother, the three of you dared to do it back then. Now we have three and ten people..." He forgot how to express "thirty" for a while, and there was no mistake when he turned his tongue.

The Manchu language of the special investigation camp was taught by the Jiannu captives and the Han people who crossed the sea in Liaodong. They have different accents, which are just suitable for them to play different banner assistants.

Zuo Shouyi pushed the bald head away and ignored him.It was the two fires set off in Shanxi that day that made Zuo Shouyi a major in one fell swoop, and also made the beast of the Special Investigation Battalion appear in the border of Beizhi.Although the combat exploits of Zuo Shouyi and the other three were not publicized out of secrecy, the battalion officer was nicknamed "Thunderbolt" within the Special Investigation Battalion. He stole Qin Ming's name from others.

Others couldn't see clearly, but Zuo Shouyi saw it very clearly.The situation in Shanxi is completely different from that in Beizhi.Shanxi has Manchurian soldiers, Mongolian soldiers, and the newly formed Datong Green Battalion soldiers, which are suitable for fishing in troubled waters.However, the military system in Beizhi is simple, either full of banners or eight banners of Han Dynasty, with clear defenses. Although Zuo Shouyi knows the exact location where the Qing army hoards food, weapons, and even gunpowder, it is not so easy to sneak in.

hold on.

Zuo Shouyi played with the copper seal confiscated from the officers of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, restrained his breath, as if his whole body had melted into the night.

……

Zuo Shouyi didn't know that this seemingly ordinary group of Zhengbai Banner armored soldiers were actually the guards sent by Dorgon to "escort" Hong Chengchou's mother to Beijing.It was precisely because Hong Chengchou often used the excuse of his mother's exhaustion and unbearable behavior that Dorgon was stimulated to send someone to "pick him up".

After such a team disappeared out of thin air, Dorgon first suspected that Hong Chengchou buried these Qing soldiers somewhere in order to prevent his mother from entering Beijing as a hostage.

Dorgon quickly thought of someone.This person is capable and loyal enough, and has nothing to do with the big men in the army, especially Hong Chengchou.And he happened to be working in the Ministry of War, as long as he could find a reason to send him to the front line to investigate secretly, he would be the perfect candidate.

This person is Song Hongye!

Only three days after Song Hongye was released from prison, he found the "murderer" who poisoned him, with convincing evidence.And since then, the poisoning incidents in wells all over the city have disappeared, which makes Dorgon quite relieved.After receiving the reward, Song Hongye had a new house and a new wife, but he spent more time at work, and even opened a separate office in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and even moved his bedding there.

This attitude made Dorgon even more satisfied. Compared with Gong Dingzi's civil officials who were almost invisible when they went to court, Song Hongye was a model for Han officials.

Well, I almost forgot, he is already a bannerman.

Dorgon secretly reminded himself.

In mid-July of the 18th year of Chongzhen, Song Hongye took five or six servants and rode mules to Zhending Mansion to meet Abatai and Hong Chengchou.In name, he came to inspect the ordnance reserve on behalf of the Ministry of War, and he was a fat job who could not offend anyone.

Is there any frontline general who doesn't want to receive more military funds?Even if you can't use it, you can still sell it.

Song Hongye kowtowed to call Abatai master, and when he met Hong Chengchou, he was also respectful and respectful. He also won the favor of the two of them, and happily gave a handwritten letter, allowing Song Hongye to take people in and out of the tightly guarded warehouses everywhere to count military supplies.

There is absolutely no problem with the people Song Hongye brought himself. The key lies in the guards sent by Abate and Hong Chengchou to protect Song Hongye.On the one hand, these people want to protect Mr. Shi Lang from accidents, and at the same time, they also need to supervise that Bao Yi will not do things secretly, so that the master will fall into a passive position.

However, they had calculated thousands of times, but they never expected that Song Hongye himself was the biggest eye of the Ming army. As long as he passed a few inconspicuous small marks, there would be an elite team of 30 people to support him at any time.The simplest and crudest method is to let the special investigation battalion kill those guards and then impersonate them.

But in this way, Song Hongye would no longer be able to return to Beijing to be his eye.

Between the balance between the two sides, Song Hongye looked up at the bright moon, looking homesick, but in his heart he was looking for a way to get the best of both worlds.

All his pretentiousness fell into a pair of eyes in the corner.

That was the maid sent by Hong Chengchou to serve tea, pour water and warm the bed.The little maidservant who seemed pure and ignorant on weekdays, but at this moment there was a sly and cold light in her eyes. (To be continued..)

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