Not long after, a few subordinates brought over a pitiful Nü woman from the Jian Province.
"Why is there only one?"
Mao Wenlong looked at his subordinates.
However, before his subordinates could speak, the captive spoke first, "General! General! I'm a spy of Daqin! I'm a spy of Daqin! I've done meritorious service for Daqin! Don't kill me! Don't kill me! "
The Jianzhou Jurchen with a pig's tail on the back of her head knelt in front of Mao Wenlong and begged for mercy.
"General, he just said that he's from Black Water. We're not sure, so we brought him here. Can you check if it's true?"
The subordinates looked at Mao Wenlong.
"A spy of Daqin? You're from Black Water? "
Mao Wenlong looked at this Jurchen in surprise.
"Yes! I'm from Black Water, and I work for Daqin! "
The man immediately began to tear his clothes. He put his hand into his collar and tore off a piece of cloth. Then he took out a wooden plate and handed it to Mao Wenlong. Mao Wenlong took it and saw the word "Black" written on the plate. He knew that this guy should not be lying.
Everyone knew that there was a special force in Great Qin's army called 'Blackwater'. The Blackwater was a special intelligence force that Xiao Ruxun had established when she was still in Myanmar, and their purpose was to gather military intelligence. Back then, they had shone brilliantly in Luzon, and as the Northern Expedition marched into the Central Plains, they quickly expanded and grew to a considerable scale.
Before the emperor planned to attack Liaodong, he had spread Black Water spies in Liaodong. Originally, it was to guard against the Li family and the generals of the Liaodong army related to the Li family. Later, the Li family's Liaodong Group admitted defeat and moved to Shun Tian Prefecture. Black Water spies in Liaodong then focused on collecting intelligence about Jurchen and Northern Barbarians.
In this series of operations, the intelligence sent by the Blackwater spies played an important role. The Daqin army could seize the initiative in every aspect, and this intelligence was indispensable. Mao Wenlong's rank was not high enough to know too much, but he often followed Ma Chong and knew more than some other generals.
The three Jurchen tribes all had spies from Blackwater. They were spies that Blackwater's people had developed inside them. Through these Jurchen, they would obtain some first-hand intelligence and then pass it to the headquarters of Blackwater in Liaodong in Shenyang. From there, the intelligence would be gathered and provided to the army.
During wartime, any Blackwater secret agent had the obligation to pass on the enemy's military operations to the army in various ways. Those who succeeded would receive generous rewards.
If he was a Black Water agent, then he really couldn't kill him.
"Are you a member of the Jian Province's Female True Tribe?"
Mao Wenlong returned the Black Water card to the man.
"Yes, I'm a member of the Jianzhou Jurchen Tribe. I was sent by Black Water of Daqin to deliver some important information to Daqin. I also sent the information that the entire tribe of the Jianzhou Tribe is moving south. Does the general know?"
The man carefully looked at Mao Wenlong.
"You gave it to me? No wonder … "
Mao Wenlong looked the man up and down, touched his chin, and came up with an idea.
"Since you said you are a member of Daqin, are you willing to continue to work for Daqin?"
As long as he didn't die, what else was there to be afraid of? He had done a lot of things for Daqin.
"Yes, yes! I also know that there are a total of seven tribes migrating to Jianzhou this time, and I know where three of them went! "
Oh? This was a surprise.
Mao Wenlong grinned.
"Do you know where Nuerhachi's family went?"
"Well, I really don't know."
It was a pity.
Mao Wenlong curled his lips.
"Good, very good. I can see your loyalty to Daqin. But now, there is one more thing that needs your help."
"What is it?"
The man asked cautiously.
"I want you to go back to Nuerhachi and tell him, loudly, that his tribe is finished. They were attacked by 20,000 cavalrymen of Daqin. Now they have suffered heavy casualties and are fleeing in all directions. You must escape with your life and go back to report this to him. Ask him to send reinforcements as soon as possible. Otherwise, everyone will die without a burial place!"
The man looked at Mao Wenlong.
"Will … Will this work? What's the use of telling him? "
"You don't have to worry about that. Just do as I say. Make yourself dirtier and bloodier. When you go back, remember to be more flustered and in a more pathetic state. By the way, what are you doing in Jianzhou? Are you a soldier or a civilian? "
"All the young and strong people in Jianzhou want to be soldiers."
"Well, that's even better."
Mao Wenlong grinned, drew out his saber at lightning speed, and cut the man's cheek, scaring him out of his wits.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!!! "
The man knelt on the ground and shivered, which made Mao Wenlong and the other subordinates laugh out loud.
When he realized that something was wrong, he realized that Mao Wenlong had only made a shallow cut on his face.
"I'm giving you some decorations to make it more believable. I'm not trying to kill you. Alright, tell me where the other teams are going, and I'll give you a horse. Ride it back and report to Nu 'er Ha Chi. Got it?"
"Got … got it …"
The man lay on the ground, gasping for breath. After a while, he got up and told Mao Wenlong where the other three teams had gone. He even pointed out the map to Mao Wenlong, doing all the work that a Black Water agent should do. He even told Mao Wenlong his name, Akina, which made Mao Wenlong realize the meaning of spies without borders.
Very quickly, Mao Wenlong gave the man some food so that he could eat his fill. Then, he returned the warhorse that he had stolen and told him to quickly run back to report. He didn't need to worry about anything else and just needed to find a place to hide. If he could survive after the battle, he could report Mao Wenlong's name to the army to ask for a reward.
After completing his mission, Mao Wenlong ordered the army to regroup. After resting for two hours, they got back on their horses.
Completing the mission was not enough. He had to exceed the quota. Only by exceeding the quota could he show his talent and let Xiao Ruxun know of it. Only then could his dream be realized.
He wanted to be a scholarly general like Zhou Yu, a Grand Marshal, and not just a general of his personal guards.
Riding his horse, Akina ran towards Hetuala from the spot where Mao Wenlong had ambushed him. He planned to do what Mao Wenlong had told him to do.
The Jian Province did not have much of a future – this was something that many people knew. As such, he knew that many of his clansmen had become Blackwater's spies and were willing to work for Blackwater. In the future, when Great Qin destroyed the Jian Province, they would be able to rely on their identities as Blackwater members to survive and at least have a living.
They were not the original tribes of Nurhaci, but the tribes of Jianzhou that were conquered by Nurhaci. Their kinship was far less than some of the tribes that had followed Nurhaci in the early days, so their status in Jianzhou was not high.
They were not loyal. They were just ordinary people. When Nurhaci conquered them, he killed a lot of people.
Therefore, whether it was Jianzhou or Daqin, they would follow whoever was stronger. This was the way to survive in troubled times. Everyone understood this.
It was normal to work for the Daqin. There was nothing wrong with it.
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