There was a dead silence in the lobby. Zeng Ying and Li Mingxun refused to give in to each other and simply didn't talk to each other. Li Mingxun sat there drinking tea until the tea disappeared. He sighed and said to himself: What a stubborn old man!

"I can take out the excess weapons and artillery medicine to help Weixian, but the same thing is said, there is no one in the army." Li Mingxun took the lead in making concessions.

Seeing that Zeng Ying was still unmoved, Li Mingxun slapped the table: "Mr. Zeng, don't put pressure on me. No one can dissuade me from what I, Li Mingxun, have you decided to do. Think about it carefully. What would you do if you didn't have the thousands of elite soldiers brought by Li Mingxun? Your troops would not even be out of Dengzhou City. In the end, you can only wait for the Donglu army to plunder. The club has done everything that can be done. Do you want the last blood of my club to be destroyed in Shandong?"

Zeng Ying's face changed drastically, and she said repeatedly: "No, no, no, I have no intention of this. Lord Li must not misunderstand it."

"Yes, yes, Lord Zeng would never have this intention." Wang Chengen hurriedly expressed his opinion.

In fact, in the Battle of Boji Mountain, the soldiers of each battalion suffered the most losses. Looking back on this battle, the Donglu only attacked the community array and was somewhat distracted from the attacks in other aspects. In this way, rumors spread. The Ming Dynasty court had the intention of killing people with a knife. It would be fine if it was a rumor, but if Li Mingxun thought so, the loss would be great.

"As the governor of Denglai, I am responsible for the fate of millions of people in Denglai. I just want to do more things for the people in Denglai, but I don't want to make Lord Li misunderstand many things." Zeng Ying sighed and explained.

Li Mingxun waved his hand slightly and said he didn't care. He had already made it clear just now. In front of Abatai's more than 50,000 elite troops, any recovery or defending the city was a fantasy. As long as Abatai was born, there was no hope for Denglai except to escape to the surrounding islands.

"Mr. Li, according to what you see, how should we act?" Wang Chengen asked.

Li Mingxun said: "The Denglai area is firm and clear, and all the people who can migrate in Denglai area will be migrated to the Dengzhou area, avoiding the edge of the Donglu."

"But the soldiers and civilians in Weixian have been trapped by the Eastern Capitol, I'm afraid..." Zeng Ying said.

Li Mingxun said: "Then let him stay and support some money, food, and weapons."

Li Mingxun was somewhat confident about Weixian. Historically, under the attack of Turg's army, this city defended for three months, whether it was cannon siege or tunnel blasting. Until March of the 16th year of Chongzhen, the Donglu returned to Liaodong and did not fall. Later generations therefore said that Weixian could reach 100,000 soldiers.

Of course, history has changed. If another siege occurs, the siege may be the main force led by Abatai, which is completely different.

"Two, the Eastern Barbarians are strong and you can't resist it. You should send a report to the capital soon. If the imperial army is willing to go south, it may be possible to defeat the Eastern Barbarians again." Li Mingxun said to Zeng Ying and Wang Chengen.

The two of them looked at each other, and they all shook their heads helplessly. They knew very well that the soldiers who were serving the kings next to the capital had no fighting spirit. Whether in the eyes of Emperor Chongzhen or the emperor, the most important thing was that the capital was not bound to lose money. How could they put the last little force of the Ming Dynasty in for the small Weixian city?

"I have already issued the document and the military supervisor, but I am not sure. Mingxun, there are no outsiders here. Let me tell me, if the army does not go south, where will I hope to Denglai?" Zeng Ying asked with an urgent face.

Li Mingxun sighed and said, "If that were the case, the soldiers and horses of Denglai could only be dormant for the time being. In this situation, all decisions must consider the main force led by Abatai. If it goes north to attack Denglai, you and I can only defend Dengzhou to the death. Of course, I think this possibility is not great. The Donglu attacks the border in March, swept across Zhili and Shandong, and captured nearly a hundred cities. The gold, silver and wealth that were captured just by the plundering are piled up like a mountain. The Donglu is already a full wolf. How can he be willing to fight in the heart of the Ming Dynasty? I think it will not take long to go north to evacuate."

"I'm sorry for my country and my people, and I have suffered such a disaster in a row..." Zeng Ying's face was ashamed and she spoke in grief.

Li Mingxun shook his head helplessly and said, "Mr. Zeng, if the Eastern Captains return with full weight, we still have a chance."

Li Mingxun stood up and said, "Last time the captive chief Dorgon led his army to invade, captured more than 500 cities, and captured nearly 500,000 people and animals. When he returned to Liaodong, his ranks lasted nearly 200 miles. No matter how strong the Eastern Barbarians are, how can we take care of such a long rank? We only need to harass the elite cavalry to rescue many people. We go north and our army erode all the way, so that the Eastern Barbarians cannot take care of each other. It is better than the beautiful ornaments and riding music and returning home."

Zeng Ying heard the news in the ninth year of Chongzhen, the captive chief Ajige led his army to attack the border, plundered the capital, and captured nearly 200,000 people and animals. Zhang Fengyi, the Minister of War, dared not fight, but dared to follow him. Ajige ordered people to raise road signs and write to the letter to the officials to exempt them from sending them away, which became a shame to the Ming Dynasty. You must know that Ajige's ranks were all under the baggage, and there was no elite soldiers behind the palace. However, the Ming army was afraid of fighting and always felt that it was a trap. In fact, after Ajige returned, he was considered proud and underestimated by Huang Taiji.

"So good, so good." Zeng Ying said immediately.

Li Mingxun said: "The first batch of immigrants I recruited have left for more than ten days. They moved to Nuergandusi. On their return, they will bring more than a thousand elite Jurchen cavalry. Among the various armies of the community, there are many Jurchen soldiers such as Qi Liemi and Sauron, and many of them are well versed in cavalry warfare. In this battle of Laizhou, our army seized many horses. Please transfer one, so I can expand the cavalry as much as possible and add some strength."

Zeng Ying nodded slightly and agreed repeatedly. He caught hundreds of horses when he was fighting for Duji Mountain. This time, he burned Laizhou and instructed the Donglu camp to be in chaos. The captured people launched a camp roar, causing the Donglu horses to scatter. After the war, he actually caught a lot of them.

Speaking of which, when this invasion, everyone on the Eastern Barbarians rode on horseback, and ordinary infantry were also horse-riding infantry, such as white armor, and one man, two horses and three horses, and plundered many Ming army war horses. However, because they entered the pass for too long and went on battle one after another, many Eastern Barbarian horses lost weight and needed to be well-maintained before they could go to the battlefield again.

"Okay, I will allocate 1,55 horses from the camp for you. Please ask Lord Li to prepare for his troops after he goes back. When the Eastern Captains return to the north, our army will definitely fight with all our efforts." Zeng Ying said.

Li Mingxun happily agreed that he chose the area of ​​Boji Mountain as a garrison, split the two new military camps, selected elite soldiers who could ride and shoot, and recruited elite soldiers from Weihai, Chengshan, Aoshan and other garrisons in Denglai. Some governor Denglai turned a blind eye and cooperated with the national justice of the national tyrants. Many capable soldiers joined the community, and many people with their families and simply wanted to immigrate to Taiwan directly. If this kind of soldiers openly flee in the year of Chengping, they would be severely punished, but at extraordinary times, they would do extraordinary things, from the governor's yamen to the various garrisons, no one opposed it.

From the end of the fifteenth year of Chongzhen to March of the sixteenth year of Chongzhen, in the past three months, there was no large-scale war in the Denglai area. The only constant report of war was Weixian. Turge's troops besieged for a while, but returned in vain. So he set up a camp and waited for the main force to return. However, Abatai in southern Shandong was not worried about Turge's failure. His troops fought one after another, galloping across southern Shandong and northern Jiangsu, and even landed in the city. Except in Haizhou, those disobedient Mongolian foreign vassals were defeated by Xiao Yuan camp, and there was no big loss.

In early March, Abatai's army arrived in Juzhou, and then went north to reach Weixian. However, Abatai was not in a hurry to go north. During the spring of Juzhou, the grass and trees gradually became green, so the army let the saddle and grazed and rested. It seemed that they would not go north for less than half a month and twenty days.

In the first month of the 16th year of Chongzhen, Dengzhou refugee camp.

Refugees in the camp were lined up to go to the porridge factory to drink porridge. More than 80 straits were arranged in the porridge shed. These teams were long and short, and divided refugees into men, women, young and old. Each hungry person needed to go to their own channels to receive porridge and rice according to their own gender and age. This was Zeng Ying's arrangement. The purpose was to prevent the hungry people from bullying the weak, and cooperate with the strict laws that would be beheaded and besieged at every turn. Even if millions of refugees poured into the Dengzhou area, they maintained basic order.

A huge refugee camp has been formed next to the porridge factory. Hungry people use branches and soil to build land nests and other places to accommodate them. In the refugee camp, soldiers with red cloth hanging on their arms and sticks appear from time to time to maintain order.

Today's situation is a bit special. From Dengzhou to the refugee camp, you can see dust flying from afar, thousands of horses, mules, donkeys, and even small cars coming quickly. After drinking the porridge, the hungry people looked at it and found that these people were dressed roughly the same, all of which were matched by a man and a woman. The women were riding donkeys or sitting in the car, wearing bright red jackets, red flowers on their heads, carrying various snack boxes or chickens, ducks and fish in their hands. The men were either holding animals or carrying gifts. Compared with the local Shandong people, these men looked shorter, dark skin, but their faces were radiant and strong. Most of them showed fierce light on their faces, and various weapons and firearms were hung around their waists, which made the hungry people give way and dare not get close.

"Oh, it's really strange. These girls are like going back to their parents' home during the Chinese New Year, but the boys seem to be going to fight. What kind of Western scenery is this?" an old man with a haggard face among the hungry people muttered.

A year-old woman beside her hugged her son tightly, wrapped her torn jacket, and said, "Looking at how handsome they are, they seem to be getting married. If Erya is still here and wearing a red jacket, she will definitely look better than these girls."

"Let's talk!" The old man picked up the stick and beat his woman for a while until his son lay on his mother to block it. He stopped beating.

"If I hadn't sold Erya, my son would die, and you and I would have to freeze to death. Humph, you damn aunt." The old man threw away the stick in his hand and still cursed. The hungry people around him were no longer surprised. They had seen this scene many times.

This family fled from Laizhou. It was a year ago. It was so cold that the son was already sick with cold. As soon as the Dongfan Yiyou was buying people, the old man sold his daughter Erya, exchanged money for money to buy medicine for his son, and made a few torn jackets to warm up. He lived to this point. In fact, many families in the refugee camps are like this. In the past few months, the population sold from the refugee camps has not been 10,000 or 8,000. Some people sold their daughters to cure the disease, while some people simply did not want their children to starve to death and froze to death. They were also selfish. They also felt that Dongfan people had high bids, and it was better to sell them to them than to be taken to their innocent daughter by the madam to a prostitute village and was ruined.

The woman was lying on the ground and cried, crying for her miserable life. The old man was cursing nonstop. Everyone was accustomed to it. After drinking the porridge, they gathered around the refugee camp to watch the fun. They watched the people dressed in new clothes and walked into the camp and were looking for people everywhere. The men mostly spoke in Fujian accents of Guangdong and Guangdong, and the women were indeed authentic Shandong dialect.

Suddenly, a shout came from the crowd, and several women rushed out of the ranks, hugged a woman in red and cried, as if she hadn't seen each other for decades.

The woman lying on the ground was still crying, but her five or six-year-old son pulled up his mother, pointed to a woman looking around at the door of the refugee camp and said, "Mom, look, isn't that Erya Sister?"

"His father, do you think it's Erya?" The woman had already gotten up, wiped her eyes, and asked the old man.

The old man opened his eyes and slapped himself hard, and sat on the ground: "It's really Erya, she was sold to Dongfan thousands of miles away, could she be ruined and turned into a female ghost to ask me for my life."

The old man dared not move, but his son ran over, called his sister a few times, and pulled Erya to his own nest. A burly man led a donkey with bacon and pork chops and ran over.

"Oh, it's really Erya, my miserable daughter." The woman ran over and hugged Erya and started crying. The old man approached and stared at the ground for a few moments. He found Erya had a shadow. He stepped forward and touched his daughter's face. He found that it was warmer than his hands. He laughed: "It's not a ghost, it's not a ghost, it's Erya who is back."

At this time, more and more people recognized their betrayed daughter and rushed to the door of the refugee camp. Soon thousands of families were reunited. People hugged their heads and cried and screamed, causing extremely chaos in the refugee camp.

Li Mingxun was riding an ordinary war horse, watching everything in the refugee camp from afar. Seeing thousands of families reunited, she laughed endlessly, moved, but her eyes were wet.
Chapter completed!