Reborn Regent of Ming Dynasty

By this time, this small tribe with a population of 10,000+ and [-] to [-] males didn’t even have its own script. The so-called history was just like the absurd legends of the ethnic minorities.

So even now, this small bandit group of alien races has grown stronger, and it can claim to have a territory of thousands of miles after it has dealt with the Mongols. It is also unique, and what they are best at is nothing more than following the rules of practice, burning, killing, looting, plundering the fruits of other people's labor, basing their own enjoyment on the pain of others, and taking it for granted.

Force comes first, and the word morality has no meaning to them, and they have never even heard of it.

With this opponent in front of him, all Zhang Shouren felt was excitement.

When fighting pirates and bandits, the opponent should of course be killed, but I always feel that what I am killing is a person, and it is difficult to kill people. Of course, I will not be weak or sympathetic, but I will not feel comfortable. [

And the opponent in front of him is just like the drug dealers he was killing from the forest, hunting them, killing them, hunting them, without the slightest sense of guilt, on the contrary, it will make him feel very happy, very happy...

At this time, Qingfang had a Juechen on one side, galloping towards the city.

"Listen to the soldiers and civilians in the city, and I will give you the order of General Yangwu to let you know: Now our [-] troops from the Qing Dynasty are pressing down on the border, and no army from the Ming Dynasty can resist it. General Teyuer waits for the city to surrender!"

"Listen, soldiers and civilians in the city, I will give you the order of General Yangwu..."

"The soldiers and civilians in the city are waiting..."

"In the city..."

This emissary must have been carefully selected, with a bright voice, and when Beijing opera was popular, it would be full of voices if it was bright enough.

But this time, he handed it to the blind man with a charming eye. He walked around the city again and again, shouting again and again, calling out those words that could shake the morale of the army over and over again, but the answer to him was always There was silence again and again.

This is an ominous silence, an embarrassing silence...even if you throw him an arrow!

As an envoy to persuade him to surrender, this Liaodong Han man must have been shot with hundreds of arrows in the past ten years. He wears heavy armor for self-defense under his robe.

But this time under the city of Jinan, none of the tricks that the Ming army used to do before was used. What answered him was this contemptuous, ominous, and unpredictable silence.

Until the end, when he was hoarse and crying, and when the Qing army was only a few miles away from the big formation behind, a voice suddenly shouted from the top of the city: "What did our general give you, Huang Zibaile? , Seriously, don't be out of shape, just reply with this word: Bah!"

"Pooh!"

"Hahaha...it's really fun, bah!"

"Pooh!"

Two people quarreling, it’s not uncommon to say a word, a group of people spraying it is a bit of a thing, now there are thousands of troops on the top of the city, because Ximen is the most important place, there are many soldiers, horses and civilians, the words of the cavalry below the city to persuade them to surrender Everyone heard it, and there must be someone playing a small drum in their hearts... Surrender is not something that anyone thinks about. After all, this is a pack of wolves outside. How can you trust the words of persuasion?

Furthermore, when the Qing army entered the pass this time, the soldiers fronted the Gaoyang area in the north and Linqing in the west, and every time they ended up massacring the city, can we expect these Tartars to suddenly change their nature and become good people?