After the village was taken, no one could stop Zhou Qingfeng's subordinates from plundering Liuhe Village.
According to Zhou Qingfeng's expectations, taking over Liuhe Village should be a resting point on his escape route. At least he could replenish his food and drink. But the development of events exceeded his expectations.
No one could underestimate the heroes of this world. Chu Ying came here to stop Zhou Qingfeng, and Daer Han also chose to stay here, ready to rescue Abahai at any time. Nurhachi even sent his son Mangurtai to guard this place, in preparation for taking down Ehekulun later on.
Zhou Qingfeng finally took down Liuhe Village, but he could only think of retreating from here. This was because no matter who won between Chu Ying and Mangultai, they would be able to defeat a small fry like him with just a turn of their heads.
"Jia Gang, go keep an eye on Chu Ying and Mangurtai. Report to me immediately if a winner is decided."
"Old Man Sun, take some people to collect horses. We're going to escape later, and only with horses can we run faster."
"Sun Ren, go find food for Liuhe Village. Just bring enough food for two days, don't be greedy. "
"Who else, um … Cai Zhiwei, go with your disciple Jin Ge and prepare to set this place on fire. After we pack up and leave, we'll burn this place down."
With Daer Han and Yang Jian's escape, the soldiers of Liuhe Village immediately lost their morale to continue fighting. Zhou Qingfeng had no intention of letting his subordinates rest. He gave a series of precise and clear orders, which was to continue running as fast as possible. But the next scene exceeded his expectations once again — the slave soldiers, who had always been obedient, went out of control.
"You guys, come here." Zhou Qingfeng yelled at the slave soldiers who ran past him. But these fellows purposely ran away from him, happily chasing after the women in the village.
Once the tyrannical desires in the bottom of their hearts were released, the oppressed slaves would multiply the miserable experiences they had once suffered on even weaker targets. When they kept rushing into the stronghold, nothing could restrain them. Even Zhou Qingfeng lost control of them.
In the process of breaching the Willow River Village, the slave soldiers suffered a certain number of casualties and were under great pressure. In order to boost their morale, Zhou Qingfeng had promised to plunder the stronghold after breaking it. Now that the pressure of death had disappeared, the slave soldiers didn't need Zhou Qingfeng's permission at all. They began to carry out a merciless massacre in Liuhe Village to release the violence in their hearts.
Bao Yi in the stockade village had surrendered, but even if they knelt down and begged for mercy, they could not avoid being stabbed by the slave soldiers to vent their anger.
The chaotic situation left Zhou Qingfeng at a loss as to what to do. He waved the saber in his hand while riding the goat puppet, but he couldn't stop the senseless violence in front of him. When he wanted to kill a few disobedient slave soldiers to scare the monkeys, Old Man Sun stood up and stopped him, "Little Zhou, don't stop them. The army of the Female Daoist is like this. After winning a battle, they will kill people.
They are in a killing frenzy. If you stop them, they will resist together with you. When they have killed enough, they will naturally stop. Just wait for a while. Look, I have helped you take care of the horses. There are more than fifty horses, and they are all well-fed. "
Old Man Sun pulled Zhou Qingfeng's hand and tried to persuade him. Zhou Qingfeng, on the other hand, glared at the slave soldiers he had trained for two months. These people were wantonly killing and raping right in front of him. Bloody, brutal, and shameless tragedies were playing out in front of him.
The whole Liuhe Stockade was filled with cries and screams. Cai Zhiwei, who was originally in charge of preparing the fire, did not know how to start the fire. However, the slave soldiers who had lost control of themselves began to continuously make fires, burning many houses in the stockade. This madness scared Cai Zhiwei so much that he hurriedly ran back to Zhou Qingfeng's side to seek safety.
Not only did the slave soldiers lose control, but they also infected more than a hundred slaves under Zhou Qingfeng's command to go crazy. They ran around and looted everywhere, no longer caring about the orders of their boss, Zhou Qingfeng. They treated Zhou Qingfeng as if he did not exist.
The female slave Sun Ren went to collect food, but she was caught by two slave soldiers who had lost control and thought she was a woman in the stockade. She struggled to break free and ran towards Zhou Qingfeng. The slave soldiers, who were already dizzy, laughed and chased after her without any scruples.
Zhou Qingfeng rode the puppet goat and stopped in front of Sun Ren. The two slave soldiers looked at him and said, "Chief, Master, we found this woman."
Zhou Qingfeng was furious. He waved his saber and cursed, "Are you blind? She is one of us."
The saber slashed down, and the two slave soldiers who had lost control were immediately killed. However, most of the slave soldiers still completely ignored Zhou Qingfeng's existence. They were like locusts, doing evil everywhere. At most, they would subconsciously avoid Zhou Qingfeng and the two corpses in front of him.
It was a mess, a complete mess. The originally good situation had become out of Zhou Qingfeng's control in the blink of an eye. He had originally thought that he could control this troop with a bit of prestige, but these slave soldiers had broken the bottom line of his understanding.
Old Man Sun pulled Zhou Qingfeng and advised, "They are all like this, all like this. Since ancient times, soldiers and bandits have never been separated. Even our Daming's soldiers are the same. It's not easy to change their habits. Just let them be. "
Zhou Qingfeng did not know what the ancient army was like. But now, these slave soldiers, who were more bandits than bandits, were actually his subordinates. This was a fact that he could not accept at all. Seeing that the chaos was getting worse, he could only turn to the female slave Sun Ren and ask, "Where's the food? Did you get the food? "
Sun Ren was a female slave, so it was inconvenient for her to participate in the capture. She pointed in the direction of the stockade granary and said, "I had just moved two carts of rice with my men when the soldiers here rushed over and wanted to catch me."
Jianzhou had now begun to learn from the Han people to farm. There were cultivated farmland around the stockade, which could produce a small amount of rice. When Zhou Qingfeng heard that there was rice, he asked Sun Ren, "What about our own people?"
Zhou Qingfeng was referring to his core of more than 60 backbones, all of whom could speak Chinese. Most of them were Han slaves, but some were Jurchens and other ethnic groups. Sun Ren pointed in the direction of the stockade gate and shouted, "They shouldn't have come in yet."
Zhou Qingfeng then went to find the most precious group of people in his hands. In the end, he found that less than half of the 60 people had participated in the robbery. The remaining 40 people were weaker and not good at such rough work. Instead, they stayed where they were and looked at the smoking stockade, not daring to move.
Zhou Qingfeng could only organize these people and use his force to open a path to push the cart to the granary to get enough food. Then, he turned the cart into a simple carriage. The 40 people all got on the horses and prepared to leave. As for the other Jurchens who were still out of control and looting in Liuhe Stockade, he only ordered them to light a fire.
Seeing Zhou Qingfeng's sinister face, the female slave Sun Ren asked carefully, "Chief, don't you want to be like this anymore?"
"The reason why I brought these people out was to save you from Ehekulun. Now that we have passed Liuhe Stockade, there are more roads to the west. I don't want these beasts to be my subordinates anymore. "
If he had the time, Zhou Qingfeng wanted to kill all of his demon-like subordinates and erase this stain in his life. "Let's go. What I'm after is an army like the Yue Clan's Army that doesn't destroy houses and starve to death. Let those bastards loot and kill. They aren't worthy of being my subordinates. It's enough for me to have you guys. "
Zhou Qingfeng brought his greatly reduced troops and was about to leave Liuhe Stockade. However, Jia Gang, who had gone out to scout, rushed out with a panicked expression and shouted, "Something bad has happened!"
This shocked Zhou Qingfeng. He hurriedly asked, "Between Chu Ying and Mangurtai, who won?"
"Mangurtai won," Jia Gang said.
"Then we have to quickly escape to the west." Zhou Qingfeng was about to command his last direct subordinates to head west.
However, Jia Gang stopped him and shouted, "We can't go west anymore."
"Why?" Zhou Qingfeng was shocked and didn't understand.
"Mangurtai defeated Chu Ying and chased him east towards Ehekulun."
"Isn't that perfect? We'll head west."
"However, just as I climbed up the hill near Liuhe Stockade, I saw a troop coming from the west. There were at least a few hundred of them. They're at most twenty miles away from us. "
"What …. From the west?"
This time, Zhou Qingfeng was really a little confused. He hurriedly rode the puppet goat up the hill near the stockade. Under Jia Gang's guidance, he took out a pair of bronze binoculars and looked to the west. This bronze binoculars were not like the toy he had given to He Zhuo. This was a professional binoculars he had found in a police armored car in the Space-Time Isolated Island.
After being converted by the laws of space-time, this bronze binoculars had a large field of view, high magnification, and clear images. Zhou Qingfeng used it to quickly capture the rising dust on the winding mountain road to the west. This was a sign caused by a large number of people and carriages. It couldn't be anything else.
"This is bad. There must be at least a thousand people marching at the same time to have such power." Zhou Qingfeng had originally wanted to escape to the west, but now it seemed that he would have to fight against unfamiliar enemies head-on. He saw a flag raised high in the dust. He didn't need to look carefully to know that it was a white flag.
White flag? Who the hell would march with a white flag?
Hearing Zhou Qingfeng say that he saw a white flag, Jia Gang hurriedly said, "Jianzhou's Eight Flags. This is the flag of the Pure White Flag."
Pure White Flag?
Jia Gang continued, "The flag master of the Pure White Flag is Nurhachi's eighth son, Hwang Tae-gil."
What?
Zhou Qingfeng hurriedly raised the binoculars to take a closer look. After confirming that it was a white flag, he angrily cursed, "F * ck your mother! It's fine if it's just Mangurtai, but now even Hwang Tae-gil is here. Why don't you just let Nurhachi come personally? I just want to escape back to the Ming Kingdom. Why is it so difficult? "
Jia Gang curiously asked, "This Pure White Flag has only been established in recent years. Its flag master, Hwang Tae-gil, is only in his twenties and has only fought a few small battles. He's far less powerful than Chu Ying and Mangurtai. Why do you seem to be especially afraid of him? "
Zhou Qingfeng glared at Jia Gang. He couldn't tell him, 'If it weren't for Hwang Tae-gil, Nurhachi's Great Jin wouldn't have been able to become the Great Qing.'
Now that he couldn't explain it, Zhou Qingfeng couldn't just bring his subordinates to meet Hwang Tae-gil head-on. He had no choice but to shout at his subordinates, "Turn around, we're going back."
"Go back where?"
"I don't know where to go. In any case, we can't go any further west. Quickly go to the granary and get more food. I'm afraid we'll have to spend some time in the wilderness. "
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