Han’s Son is Not a Slave

The queue was several miles long, and someone suddenly stopped in the middle, and the road was naturally blocked. The soldiers who were eager to flee back to Yangzhou City were furious at the Mongolian soldiers who were blocking their way, shoving and cursing. There are more and more cacophony, and more and more chaos, and if the situation continues to develop, maybe the Manchus and the Mongols may really have infighting.

"My lord."

At the critical moment, Ao Bai spoke. He didn't say much, but Wu Keshan knew what he meant. He glanced at the chaotic Mongolian soldiers, and all the Mongolian princes immediately restrained and gave way. The Manchu generals under Ao Bai also stepped forward to press him, so the chaos suddenly quieted down. It's just that this period of silence is not enough for the entire team. The soldiers on the road at the end will all be crying and yelling because the speed of the people in front has slowed down. Originally, the avenue that used to ride six or seven rides was suddenly only able to pass two or three rides, and the speed must have slowed down. The most direct consequence of the team's slowdown is that the Man Meng soldiers who fall behind will suffer. The price is their lives, but who can control them.

The Taiping Army's screams of killing could be heard in his ears, but Wu Keshan was not too anxious, because the shouts of killing were so far away from here. For a while, it is impossible for Taiping bandits to suddenly come here. Now he just wants to figure out why Ao Bai didn't leave. When he was in doubt, he saw Ao Baice take a few steps forward and said to him and a group of Mongolian princes: "My lords, we can't go on like this, the southerners are biting us tightly, we must block them, otherwise everyone can't run away. go out."

Wu Keshan did not take up the stubbornness of Aobai, and he would not volunteer to say that he would bring someone behind him. Although he was the uncle of the Qing emperor, he was Mongolian after all, and he had to be responsible for his tribe and people. In these few battles in the south, his Horqin children have also shed a lot of blood for the Qing Dynasty, and they are worthy of their nephews and old sisters. He can't really bury all the Horqin children for the Manchus. After all, the Han people's country is owned by the Manchurians, not his Horqin people.

Wu Keshan was silent, and naturally none of the Mongolian princes volunteered, which made Ao Bai very helpless, but he had to speak his mind.

"The soldiers of the southerners are in a hurry to chase, and the sons are not in the mood to fight against them. There are still dozens of miles away from Yangzhou City. If we continue to run like this, we will be able to get away. So we have to block them, even if we can't defeat the Nanren, we have to make the Nanren's horses not dare to chase us."

"Erlangs are like this, how do you block it? Aobai, what you said is too light. If you can block it, why didn't you block it just now, but it will be blocked?"

The voice of Esen, the king of Doluo County, the front banner of Horqin's right wing, was very sarcastic, and several other Mongolian princes also shouted, saying that when the troops were full, they would run first, but Obai said that he wanted to block, and the abacus was too precise. Some people bluntly said that Aobai wanted to let their Mongolian children die and protect him from Manzhou Erlang. The shouting of the Mongol princes made all the Manchu generals and soldiers turn blue with anger. In the past, these Mongolians dared not do this.

A Mongolian county king even said that he would bring people back to the grasslands and would never enter the customs again. Ao Bai heard this clearly in his heart, his face remained calm, and he only looked at Wu Keshan. It's all about this time. You, the uncle of the Qing Dynasty, have to come up with an appearance.

Wu Keshan was also a little tangled. He didn't want to block any southern military horses, but what Ao Bai said was reasonable, and he really didn't do anything, which seemed not good. So he raised his hand to signal the princes to stop arguing, and asked Ao Bai, "How to stop it?"

Ao Bai took a breath and said solemnly: "Ao Bai asks the princes to block them here for a while, and I will lead the Manchu children to set up an ambush in front. The princes put on a posture to lure them over, and the chasing southern soldiers and horses Not many, it's a great opportunity to defeat them."

"Ambush? Can it be done?" Wu Keshan pondered, thinking about the feasibility of Ao Bai's proposal.

Seeing that Wu Keshan did not refuse, Ao Bai's heart moved, and he said hurriedly: "The southerners are very arrogant in chasing us, they just think that our army has no heart, and there will be not many horses chasing after us, so I thought that the princes only need to resist a little before retreating, The people of the South will definitely get in the game, and there is no doubt that there is an ambush ahead."

Ao Bai's remarks made Wu Keshan a little moved. There are many horses in his own army. This way, the rush to retreat north will make Nanmanzi's cavalry chasing him. Furthermore, as Ao Bai said, if he keeps running like this, his prince can go back, but the clansmen are afraid that they will lose a lot. Ao Bai just proposed to set up an ambush, not to let them turn their heads and fight recklessly with the southern troops, but it sounds feasible. He looked back at the back of the team, looked back and asked Ao Bai, "How sure are you?"

"I don't dare to say ten points, there are always eight points."

As soon as Ao Bai's voice fell, Esen sneered: "Ao Bai, can you Manchurians still play? Eight points? I think it would be good to have two points... Just now, you ran faster than rabbits. ."

This remark made the Manchu generals around Obai furious. Even if they were afraid of Taiping bandits, they would never admit that they were really afraid and could not fight. What the Mongols said, it was as easy as slapping them in the face, making them unacceptable no matter what.

"Don't say these are useless, we have to block the Nanren, we can't just run like this."

Seeing that Man Meng was about to quarrel again, Wu Keshan quickly waved his hand to stop it, and used a stern look to calm down a few Mongolian princes who wanted to say no.

Wu Keshan had the most prestige in Horqin, and he also had the most troops and horses. Everyone followed him. Now that he had decided, the princes and princes thought that it was not dangerous and that it would be beneficial, so they no longer opposed it.

Wu Keshan knew that he could no longer delay time here. If he delays for one more moment, the children of Manmeng will die one more time. So he asked Ao Bai to quickly arrange an ambush, and he ordered everyone to lead the guards to suppress the rout bombs, and gather as many as they could. He chose a slightly more open place and signaled that he would hit a dozen chasing Nanmanzi here, and then lure them into the ambush circle. After arranging all this, he hit a horse and told Ao Bai.

Ao Bai watched Wu Keshan and other Mongolian princes leave, and from time to time he bowed slightly in return. After Wu Keshan and the others walked away, his expression turned gloomy, and he turned his horse around and galloped, summoning Belletuntai and the vice-captain Yonggui and others.

"Aobai, do you really want to ambush the southerners?"

Tun Tai had doubts about Ao Bai's arrangement. If the ambush failed, they would not be able to run. Yong Gui's face was so pale that he didn't have much hope for an ambush. Nanren are very cunning, and that thief and scholar can even deceive to death. If he ambushes such tricks, can the other party not guard against it? Don't steal the chicken without losing the rice.

The scalps of all the Mongolian generals were numb, and they were scolding the Mongolians just now. I don't want to, but Ao Bai told them: "Tell the Erlangs to rush north, no one can stop without my order!"

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The southern city of Yangzhou is crowded with Qing civil and military people who are desperately looking to the south with their feet raised.

The emperor of the Qing Dynasty, the young emperor Fulin was also sitting upright on the city gate.

After being shelled by the thief Xiucai city, the Taiping bandits retreated, and it has been two days since Aobai led the pursuit, but there is no definite news. Whether the thief Xiucai died or not has now become the biggest question in the minds of the Qing officials in Yangzhou City~www .wuxiaspot.com~ When the officials met, this was the one that discussed the most, as if the life and death of a thief and scholar was the first mystery in the ages, which made them extremely curious.

After Aobai left, Shunzhi ordered Sony to be in charge of Yangzhou city defense, because the thief Xiucai was shelled, and the good news of the retreat of the Taiping bandit army, the Qing army in the city was very false. The day before yesterday, Shunzhi also specially ordered a great reward for wine and meat, so that the soldiers could have a good meal. Bahana also ordered a long list, ready to wait for the good news of Aobai to come, and then reward him. The Tang newspapers to the provinces have also been prepared, and the good news to Beijing has been written early. Now, everything is ready, just waiting for the east wind.

As soon as the thief scholar dies, as Sony and the others have analyzed, the Taiping Bandit will surely fall apart. The pseudo-Dingwu emperor of Nanjing will let the Qing rub it at that time, and if it is not done well, this pseudo-Dingwu will be scared to abandon Nanjing and run away, just like the Yongli of that year. In this way, the Qing Dynasty can repeat the scene fifteen years ago - it will go to the southern capital of the Ming people without any effort.

The weather in Yangzhou is really good today. The wind is clear and the sun is shining. Sitting on the gate of the city, the visibility is extremely high, and you can see ten miles away at a glance.

Shunzhi likes this feeling of overlooking everything. The taste of reigning the world is really beautiful. Since the rise of thieves and talents in Guangdong, he has rarely experienced this kind of taste. (To be continued.)