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Li Yuanqing left, and Chen Zhong and Yang Miaocai soon followed Li Yuanqing into the courtyard.

Duan Xiliang and Xun Meng began to loudly greet the men around them and clean up the bloody mess outside the official hall.

It was early autumn at this time, and although it was already a little cold in the evening, it was far from freezing.

If the corpses of these real slaves are not disposed of, maggots will appear tomorrow morning...

Especially the blood stains on the ground can easily breed infectious diseases. This is no joke.

The body was quickly carried away by the servants, and others followed suit and sprinkled quicklime on it for disinfection. For a time, the smell of blood in the air quickly dissipated, and was replaced by the pungent smell of quicklime.

Badalu watched this scene blankly.

The whole body seemed to have been drained of all its strength, as if the soul had left the body, leaning limply to the side.

The real slaves in front of him, the Han army flag slaves, the female family members, the old and the weak, seemed to have been frightened and turned into wooden figures. Even the low sobbing was much quieter.

Only the familiar north wind still blew past my ears.

Badalu's tears couldn't stop pouring out.

Before, he had repeatedly assured Li Yuanqing that he had never abused a single Han slave in his life.

But... how is this possible?

Who hasn’t been young, frivolous, and careless?

If Badalu did indeed change his attitude toward Han slaves, it was only after he reached the year of Zhitianming that he gradually understood that this kind of endless robbery and killing was by no means the real development track. If so, they would all suffer sooner or later.

Retribution comes.

After all, there are tens of millions of Han people, and their power is far beyond imagination.

But Badaru didn't expect that this retribution would come so quickly.

In itself, his Niulu is just a handyman Niulu, not a main battle Niulu. Most of them are descendants of mixed Mongolians and Jurchens. Although it is under the name of Xianghuang Banner, in fact, "Grandma"

It doesn't hurt, my uncle doesn't love me.'

They don't get many benefits from being in Xianghuangqi.

However, they are still members of the Three Banners, so they are still masters and have the right to own slaves.

It is naturally hundreds of times stronger than the Han slaves, armored men, Mongolian servants and the like under the rule.

If it were Badaru when he was young, he would never sit back and wait for death. He would definitely fight hard to accumulate more achievements for his children and grandchildren.

But at this time, Badaru had already taken it all lightly.

Even if he fights, he can only save his children and grandchildren. In the future, even if he has more than enough intentions, he will not have enough strength.

If he wants his children and grandchildren to always have something to eat, the best way is to leave them a craft.

This sweaty horse is what Badaru originally expected.

It's a pity that at this time, with Li Yuanqing's personal visit and the capture of Qingtai Valley Fort, everything has become a mirror image...

For a moment, Badalu suddenly wiped away his tears, gritted his teeth, and forced himself to stand up.

At this time, even though twenty warriors from the tribe had exchanged their heads for this short-term peace, Badalu understood that this was just the beginning and was far from the end.

Li Yuanqing's words just now still echoed in Badalu's ears, "I think you should understand what I mean."

Badalu couldn't help but smile bitterly.

How could he not understand what Li Yuanqing meant?

The Ming army's establishment of prestige should have come to an end for the time being, but~~, next, they will have to take practical actions...

For example, women...

Seeing Badalu stand up, these real slaves, including the Han army flag slaves on the side, immediately understood what Badalu meant, and their eyes couldn't help but focus on Badalu.

Badalu naturally saw the eyes of these tribesmen and slaves...

He understood what they meant very well, but at this time, facing Li Yuanqing who was so strong, what could he do?

Badalu gritted his teeth, shed tears, and tried not to look at the pair of begging eyes. He limped like a fallen leaf struggling in the autumn wind, and slowly moved towards the female family step by step.

walk over.

These real slaves around them, these Han army flag slaves, seemed to be unable to control themselves immediately, and there was a low commotion, but the Ming army was well prepared, and there was a "crash", and the shining steel swords were immediately in front.

These real slaves, the slaves of the Han army, even if they are extremely unhappy, even if they want to explode, they can only swallow all their grievances back into their stomachs...

…………

At this time, in the official hall separated by a wall, it was a completely different scene.

The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty ate meat and soup, laughing and talking about tonight's battle.

In the inner hall of the official hall, Li Yuanqing, Chen Zhong, and Yang Miaocai also opened a small table.

Half a pot of mutton, a large pot of chicken, and two jars of strong wine.

"Yuan Qing, come on, one of us brothers can go. Mr. Yang, you can do whatever you want."

Chen Zhong smiled and gestured to Li Yuanqing, drank the strong liquor in the bowl in one gulp, and laughed: "It's fun. It's fun."

Li Yuanqing also smiled and drank the wine in the bowl, looked at Yang Miaocai and said with a smile: "Brother Miaocai, my eldest brother and I are both rough people, you don't have to be cautious, just drink slowly."

Yang Miaocai really wanted to be as happy as Li Yuanqing and Chen Zhong, like a man.

It's a pity that his ability is really limited. Let alone finish a bowl of wine in one bite, even if it is ten mouthfuls, if he can drink this bowl of wine, thank God.

Originally, Yang Miaocai wanted to give it a try, and wanted to prove in front of Li Yuanqing and Chen Zhong that he, Yang Miaocai, was also a good man in charge, but after trying several times in succession, he had no choice but to look embarrassed.

At this time, hearing Li Yuanqing's gentle words, Yang Miaocai immediately felt as if he had received an amnesty. He glanced at Li Yuanqing gratefully and said, "Li Shuai, my little brother, my little brother's abilities are really limited. Please don't blame Li Shuai and Chen Shuai."

Chen Zhong couldn't help laughing: "It's okay. Mr. Yang, drink slowly by yourself. Yuan Qing and I will drink together."

Li Yuanqing knew that Chen Zhong looked down upon Yang Miaocai, just as the elite scholar-bureaucrats looked down on him and Chen Zhong.

That is to say, Li Yuanqing is here, otherwise Chen Zhong wouldn't know how to ridicule Yang Miaocai.

This kind of contradiction cannot be resolved in one moment or another.

Even if Li Yuanqing is anxious, he doesn't have many good solutions.

After a while, Li Yuanqing filled a bowl of wine with a smile and said to Chen Zhong with a smile: "Brother, Brother Miaocai is actually ready. Come on, let's take another one."

After drinking several bowls of strong liquor, his chest and abdomen felt like fire. Li Yuanqing unbuttoned his chest, revealing his strong chest muscles.

Chen Zhong simply went shirtless, revealing the strong masculine lines of his upper body, and chewed a piece of mutton chop.

After these days of training, Chen Zhong's results are remarkable.

Li Yuanqing took out the cigar box, threw one to Chen Zhong, threw one to Yang Miaocai, lit one himself, looked at Chen Zhong and said: "Brother, it is a good thing that we captured Qingtai Valley Fort today, but it is not a good thing either.

Our next plan must make some changes."

"Pfft!"

Chen Zhong spit out the sheep bones in his mouth, lit the cigar, and took a deep breath.

Of course he understood what Li Yuanqing meant, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and said: "Yuanqing, this is really troublesome. If we capture a fort and gain so much, our surprise attack plan may not work."

Already."

Li Yuanqing nodded and said: "This is called gain and loss. It is always difficult to have both fish and bear's paw. Brother, although Qingtai Yubao does not have many manpower and not much property, it still has thousands of people.

There is a lot of food, especially food, so we must carefully consider the plan."

Chen Zhong nodded and said: "Yuan Qing, if this is the case, then we can only divide our troops. First send people to transport these property and manpower back to Liaonan. However, we have already captured the Qingtai Valley Fort, even if the defense line is no longer

Tightly, it is still impossible to block the news about the Tatars in the front. Next, if we think about Katun Castle, it will not be so easy."

Li Yuanqing slowly exhaled a puff of smoke: "After all, Houjin is one country. We act on a single line without the involvement of other lines, so it will always be a little troublesome. Brother, tomorrow, we will rest for a day at Qingtai Yubao, and we will retreat first.

Here, let’s wait and see the reaction of the Tatars before making any calculations.”

Chen Zhong also understood what Li Yuanqing meant and smiled: "Yuanqing, that's fine. I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. We have plenty of time to play with the Tatars."

Yang Miaocai cheered up and listened carefully to Li Yuanqing and Chen Zhong's seemingly casual chat-like plans.

Soon, he also touched the core of the matter, and his mind couldn't help but spin rapidly.

If he were the head coach, he would definitely not give up easily the planned plan that he had worked hard to make before.

But, but Li Yuanqing and Chen Zhong...

This, isn't this a change that happens every day?

However, after a moment, Yang Miaocai also realized that Li Yuanqing said he was retreating, but he was not evacuating, but cruising, which meant that he was still struggling here. This, this is really...

Yang Miaocai didn't know how to describe it in his heart.

Deep in his mind, he had actually determined that Li Yuanqing's decision was definitely a very correct choice. It could effectively avoid the sharp edges of the later Jin army and reduce the losses of his sons, but Yang Miaocai's subconscious

But he was very unwilling to do so, "Could it be that even Li Yuanqing had to avoid Hou Jin's sharp edge?"

The blazing fire in the brazier swayed back and forth with the wind.
To be continued...