The two Manchu girls didn't know that their fate had been decided by others. After all, there were two reasons for these two girls being selected. One was that they couldn't understand Chinese, and the other was that their needlework was very bad. But no matter what, the robe made for Kim Jong-jin was finished. The robe was changed from torn clothes. The two large patches were particularly eye-catching and the structure was chaotic, but they were strong. The letter was also sewn into the clothes. Because it was deer skin, it would not make any difference to the touch.

Kim Jong-jin changed into her clothes, and Lee De-chan asked, "What else do you need?"

Kim Jong-jin took the horse whip from the army judge, stuffed it into his younger brother's hand, and said solemnly: "Tap me for ten whips!"

"I...I dare not..." Kim Jong-sung lowered his head and said, the whip in his hand had fallen to the ground.

Kim Jong-jin picked it up and stuffed it back, saying, "No one would believe that a slave who was not beaten would choose to escape, and he would not believe that he would go to save his old master to take revenge, beat him, and beat him hard. If you don't want me to die, just hit him hard!"

Kim Jong-sung was full of tears, gritted his teeth, and whipped hard, making Kim Jong-jin covered in wounds. The next day, under the escort of the military judge, Kim Jong-jin walked all over the place of Hetulala, trained the security team, granaries full of grains, camps filled with animals, and villages that were busy carrying out spring farming. Kim Jong-jin saw everything he needed to see. That night, he used half a pair of scissors to cut the ropes, escaped from the labor camp, sneaked into the prison where the prison was imprisoned, rescued the Hetulala guard Tasha and five others, and lit the stables and several warehouses before leaving.

After escaping from Hetuala, Kim Jong-jin proposed to go to Shengjing after crossing the mountains, but was rejected by Tasha. He asked Kim Jong-jin, who was familiar with the road from Shengjing to Ningguta, to lead the way and go to Ningguta. Tasha had a very strong reason. Only Ningguta had enough soldiers to take back Hetuala in the shortest time. Of course, there was one thing Tasha that did not explicitly say, and these defeated generals who lost the Longxing land and ancestral tomb of the Aisin Gioro family, would be beheaded immediately once they fled to Shengjing.

Ninggu Tower.

It was a spring rain, but the weather outside the pass was a little cold. The dampness of Chinese was shrunk and flinched from Niujiao Fort with many generals. One of the North Korean leaders was held and their butt was bright red, because of the punishment caused by the punishment he had acted on his own initiative to let people into the city last night.

Last night, the defender of Hetuala fled into Ningguta, bringing a terrifying news. Hetuala and Sarhu were both fallen, and tens of thousands of Eastern French soldiers rushed to Shengjing City and destroyed the Qing Empire's rule in the Hunhe area. Due to the mistake of the Korean ruler, the three thousand soldiers and more than two thousand servants in Ningguta City knew about the news, and the atmosphere was a little nervous.

Wen Jae-sung's personal soldiers came up, put on a robe for him, and whispered in Korean: "Master, that Kim Jong-jin has been taken to the tower."

Wen Zaicheng nodded and whispered: "Instruct Zhang, Pu and Lin to go to the tower, quietly, don't let someone see it."

Wen Zaicheng, who climbed the city wall, inspected the area he was responsible for as usual. The soldiers were in poor condition. Obviously, they were affected by the fall of Hetulala. Outside the city wall, there was a small camp. The wind sounded the sound there, as if singing in unison. Wen Zaicheng had been serving in Ningguta for four years. He knew very well that every year in the seasons outside the ice and snow, Dongfan would set up a camp outside the city, leaving hundreds of people. Ruiningguta came out of the siege to siege, and they rode away on horseback. If the team attacked, they would attack with superior firepower. On weekdays, they would do things like persuading surrender, verbally, attacking passers-by messengers.

There were people coming and going in the camp. Wen Zaicheng knew that it was time for dinner opposite. He had three meals a day, one more meal than the Ningguta defenders. He also used large pieces of meat, mellow wine, cigarettes that relieve people's fatigue, and steamed rice balls. Thinking of this, Wen Zaicheng licked his tongue. He hadn't eaten the rice balls from his hometown in nine months.

Last year, due to the war in Shandong, the Eight Banners outside the pass were transferred to the Eight Banners outside the pass, and the Eight Banners outside the pass were transferred to the Ningguta defenders. Most of the Manchu and Mongolian soldiers in Ningguta left, but due to the reduction of troops, the supply was repeatedly hijacked in the autumn of last year. A winter passed. Ningguta had no vegetables, no fruits, no meat and salt. Dried and hard noodles and rotten millet porridge were the only food that was not lacking. He still remembered that two days ago, his personal soldiers presented him with a piece of fresh meat - an unlucky mouse.

"Why do I have to endure the insults of Manchus and the harsh living environment here, and why can't we end this disaster?" Entering the tower, Wen Zaicheng heard a subordinate complaining that the officer was the most determined faction among the group.

"No, you only have fifty people under your command, plus a few of us, and you have less than four hundred soldiers. It's too few. Once you fail, you will be doomed. The Manchus will not let us go." Another retorted.

The man said first, "Just, the Manchus are already too busy to take care of themselves, and their hometown has been raided."

"No, the Qing Dynasty has not lost yet. At this time, we cannot act rashly."

"When we run out of ammunition and food, or tens of thousands of soldiers in the east siege to siege Ningguta, we may not be able to save our lives anyway. If we want to save our lives and want to be prosperous and wealthy, we must take a try. Now is a good time."

Wen Zaixian saw that their voices were getting louder and louder, and slapped the table: "Stop quarrel. The Lord Li Decan, who started contacting us last year, sent an envoy to come. We need to listen to him."

"Empress, what messenger?" Everyone was puzzled.

Wen Jae-sung opened the door and invited Kim Jong-jin in. Everyone stood up and looked at Kim Jong-jin with vigilance. Yesterday, they saw this guy escorting Tasha and others into the city with their own eyes, and they had already heard of the story of him savior alone and coming out of a dangerous place, so why did he become Lee De-chan's messenger again?

Kim Jong-jin didn't talk nonsense. He tore open the inside of his clothes, took out the letter, and handed it to Wen Zai-cheng. Wen Zai-cheng looked carefully twice and handed it to the people around him. After everyone finished reading it, Wen Zai-cheng found the letter sent by Li Decan last year, compared the handwriting and seals carefully, and the few people calculated it to make sure it was correct.

"The letter says that before May and after, the results are completely different. What is the difference?" Wen Zaicheng asked,

Kim Jong-jin said: "Assisting the army to seize Ningguta before May can maintain official positions and wealth, and there will be heavy rewards. If it is after May, it will not be in charge of the troops and power."

"Then Lord Li said you have something to say to me, what is it?" Wen Zaicheng asked again.

Kim Jong-jin sat cross-legged on the hand, talking about what he had experienced during this period, from being captured by the bombing and being captured in defending Hetuara, then being deceived by Lee De-chan, then asking for rewards, making a show, visiting the entire Hetuara, and then escorting Tasha and others to Ningguta, saying all of them without reservation, and some important details were not spared. Wen Zai-cheng and his men listened carefully until Kim Jong-jin finished speaking. Wen Zai-cheng said: "It seems that Dongfan is not a light army, but a strict rule."

"Yes, Ningguta has no hope. If you rebel, you can still fight for a future. If you are too late, you can only save your life. If you are not careful and delay your chance, you will probably lose your life." Someone said at the moment.

"Only those who are alive can enjoy wealth and honor. If they act rashly, they will have nothing if they die." Wen Zaicheng poured cold water on his subordinates without any consideration.

Several people sat there, without saying a word. After a long time, Wen Jae-sung looked at Jin Zhengjin, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and asked, "The authorities are confused and bystanders are Qing. Can the Jin envoy have a way? Jin envoy, although you are afraid of death, if you are alive, you and your brother will have wealth and glory. Why not plan with us? Is that good?"

Kim Jongjin said: "I wonder what lords think the reason why Ningguta stands here? You know, there were only a thousand men in Manchuria at the most numerous times. The cavalry relies on Mongolia and the firearms used in Korea. Now, there are more than 3,000 soldiers in Ningguta, but only one-tenth of Manchuria. Why do all tribes in the city respect Manchuria and dare not move abnormally?"

Wen Zaicheng thought, and said, "There are few Manchus, and the rest of the soldiers have their own subordinates. The Han army, Mongolia, and North Korea control each other. Although there are many Korean soldiers, they are divided into different factions. Unlike Manchus, they are not close to each other. Even if they have two hearts, they dare not move."

Kim Jong-jin shook his head and said seriously: "This is only one aspect, but it is more of fear. The Han army, Mongolia and North Korea have been abused by Manchuria for decades. The fear has already penetrated into the bone marrow and the slave nature has become, so he dare not act rashly."

Everyone didn't say anything, but they knew that Kim Jong-jin was right. The fear of Manchuria was a collective memory of everyone in North Korea. Everyone here empathized with it. Wen Jae-sung asked: "What does the Kim messenger mean?"

Kim Jong-jin said: "We have the fear of being dominated by Manchus in our hearts. Therefore, even if the decline of the Qing Dynasty has been clear, everyone is still timid and dare not be the first person to come out. Only by replacing the Manchus' domination over us can we be united and resist Manchus together."

"What is another kind of fear?" Everyone was puzzled.

Kim Jong-jin said: "That's a fear of death. If the Manchus force us all to die, then will everyone resist?"

"If it is a situation of death, naturally no one will hesitate." Wen Zaicheng said.

"But how can this situation be achieved?" another person asked.

Jin Zhengjin said: "Just set fire and poison it! Sir, Ningguta has not stored much grain, and it is just hope that Shengjing will come to help. There are only two wells in the city. If you set fire to burn the stored grain and poison the two wells, what if you don't eat or drink?"

"Either go out of the city to fight, or die in Yingcheng!" Wen Zaicheng stood up and said excitedly. No matter which of these two situations, they will inevitably lead to the defeat of the Ningguta defenders, and they will make great contributions by then.

The most determined officer of the regular army stood up and said, "Okay, I'll arrange for people to poison and set fire!"

Kim Jong-jin stopped him: "No, you can't do it. You can't get in touch with the granary and the well controlled by the Manchus. Once discovered, even if poisoning and setting fires successfully, which one of you here can survive until the day when Ningguta collapses? Even if the Manchus die, they will take you back."

"Then are you going?" the man asked.

Kim Jong-jin raised his head and said, "Of course it's me, because I have obtained the Manchu population to rescue Tasha, and I can freely enter and exit the Manchurian barracks. At least I can guarantee the successful poisoning. Even if I am discovered, the guard will only suspect that the person who escaped from Hetulala is a spy and will not touch you easily. In this way, you can continue to disguise and wait until the time is right and then do things, and you will definitely go down in one go!"

When a few people heard this, they saw that it was exactly the truth, and they looked at Kim Jong-jin with a look of disbelief. Wen Jae-sung asked, "Are you really willing to go?"

Kim Jong-jin stood up and knelt on the ground: "If you can succeed anyway, you will enter the new dynasty. Please take care of my younger brother and tell Lord Lee Dechan about me."

Wen Zaicheng took a deep breath and patted Kim Jong-jin on the shoulder: "Good man, don't worry, no matter whether it succeeds or fails, I will not let you down. From today on, your brother will be my younger brother. In the future, whenever there is a reward in the new dynasty, he will be given half of it. If you violate this oath, you will be like this!"

As he said that, Wen Zai-sung held a knife and cut off his pendant bow. Only then did Kim Jong-jin believe that the Korean warrior regarded the bow as his life and swears that there is no possibility of regret.

Wen Zaicheng brought some crotons, wolf poison, and arsenic substances from the warehouse and split them in half and handed them over to Kim Jong-jin. The two sides agreed that when there was no one in the middle of the day, Kim Jong-jin first poisoned the water well controlled by Manchuria, and then waited for an opportunity to set fire. As long as the fire broke out or the chaos broke out, Wen Zaicheng poisoned another water well.

That night, the two sides acted as promised. Just after midnight, a fire broke out in the grain warehouse. Wen Zaicheng took advantage of the busyness and threw all kinds of poisons into the well, and then led the team to pretend to put out the fire. However, the grain warehouse was built with bricks and stones. The warehouse doors and windows were not big, and they were burning on all sides, which was not reliable at all. Wen Zaicheng saw that the fire was so hard to save, so he found a quilt to cover it, and someone poured a lot of water on the quilt, rushed into the fire, and pulled out a few bags of millet. Seeing this, the guard Bartai drove people in to grab the grain, but only robbed a small part of it. When the fire started, many of the coat mates who were driven in died inside, and I don’t know how many deaths were.

The fire was raging and could no longer control it. Not only did it burn the granary, but it even burned a lot of the annexed buildings on the side of the city wall. Wen Zaicheng led people to search and inquire carefully, but there was no trace of the arsonist. After the fire was burned for two days, after the fire was extinguished, some of the bones that were burned were found in the fire. However, they didn't know who it was, and even a few people could not tell. Wen Zaicheng and others, who knew the inside story, could not help but sigh and quietly collected the remains, without anyone knowing it.

The second day after the setting, he found that the well was poisoned. The Ningguta guardian Bartai was furious and ordered a thorough investigation. After searching, no one was found who was poisoned by the setting fire. He listed the list of missing or dead people. He found that in addition to the Baoyi slave and a few veterans, there was also a man named Jin Zhengjin, who came from Hetuala and had just entered Ningguta.
Chapter completed!