Fan Wencheng appeared on the stage, wearing a Qing official robe and a red top. Fan Wencheng, who looked vulgar, walked to the surrendered Ming army and shouted loudly: "Leave your hair but not your head, leave your head but not your hair!"

"Dog thief!"

"Kill him!"

"Bah! As a Han, I don't know shame!"

"Is it called Fan Zhongyan's descendant?"

"My surname is also Fan, and he has lost all the faces of our Fan family!"

There was a lot of curses in the audience. At this moment, the audience suddenly became quiet, silent, and the air seemed to have solidified.

"Dad! Dad!" Liu Yan, played by Liu Rushi, rushed out crying and hugged her father who was lying on the ground.

"Girl, run!" Everyone was worried about Liu Yan.

It’s just that Liu Rushi’s performance was too dedicated. The two of them wrote a beautiful love story with Liu Yan, who played Liu Yanjin, and Zhao Hao, played by Wu Yanjin. They were enviable. Moreover, Liu Yan is an elegant scholarly lady. The wonderful performance of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting also resonated with the audience. The sound of piano playing on the stage before was still circling in the ears of Han Dashan and others.

Han Dashan was so anxious that he wanted to jump up and pulled Liu Rushi away from the stage, but was stopped by Li Guodong and Wang Quan: "Brother, don't be impulsive!"

"I want to save Miss Liu! You can't see her being ruined by Jiannu!" Han Dashan was very strong, and both of them could hardly hold him back.

"Wow! What a beautiful Nikan woman! I want to offer you to Mr. Beile!" Fan Wencheng walked forward with a grin, his back to the audience, and the braids behind his head looked particularly dazzling.

Liu Yan, played by Liu Rushi, shouted and jumped from the city and went all out.

"Yan'er! Yan'er!" Zhao Hao rushed out and looked at Liu Yan lying under the city and cried bitterly.

Later, Zhao Hao's two servants were killed by Fan Wencheng in order to save the master.

At this point, the emotions in the audience were completely out of control. People stood up one after another and wanted to rush to the stage to kill Fan Wencheng. Fortunately, Li Guodong, Wang Quan and a group of art troupe guards stopped him, so there was no tragedy.

The curtain slowly pulled up. When the curtain opened again, Fan Wencheng knelt in front of Huang Taiji, showing off his gains from entering the country. Zhao Hao, who was tied up in various colors, knelt on the ground, his clothes were covered with bloodstains, and the hair bun on his head was gone, leaving only a bare head with a rat-tail braid behind his bare head.

If Li Guodong and others had not tried to control the emotions of the officers, I'm afraid the people in the audience would have been furious and rushed to the stage to kill both "Fan Wencheng" and "Huang Taiji".

In the end, Zhao Hao's death ended, several people in the clothes carried Zhao Hao who had been frozen to death and threw them in the wilderness to feed the dogs.

"He is so frustrated!"

"It's so annoying! Neither Jiannu nor the lackey were punished!"

"Why are good people not rewarded, but bad people not punished?"

"If the commander hadn't stopped us, we would have rushed forward long ago!"

The officers who watched the performance were talking, and everyone was indignant.

Li Guodong walked onto the stage and opened his voice: "Brothers! Such a performance is a real performance! My Ming officers and soldiers faced Jiannu and were defeated in nine out of ten battles! Jiannu invaded, captured cities and land, the people were robbed, and they did all their bad things. How many Jiannu were truly punished? All kinds of real slaves and fake slaves, their wealth was built on the blood and tears of our Han people! What should we do when facing such a cruel Jiannu? If they stole the Central Plains, each of us would have to shave our hair and change our clothes!"

"Kill slaves! Kill slaves!" People's emotions were mobilized.

Li Guodong believed that at this time, each of his officers would give him a glorious bomb. Even if he fought to the last one, no one would retreat! Even if he was defeated, he would detonate the glorious bomb and die with Jiannu, without leaving his back to the enemy and letting the enemy's cavalry chase him for nothing.

In Liaodong, thousands of miles away, Huang Taiji only felt his ears itchy.

"Who is scolding me behind my back?" Huang Taiji took out his ears and said to himself, "Hum! There are so many people scolding me. Not to mention Moxi Mongolia, Mobei Mongolia and the Han people in the south, just say that there are probably many people in Shengjing City, right?"

Huang Taiji suddenly thought of Dorgon: "The defeat of the Fourteenth Old is still honest now. He thought I didn't know his inappropriate thoughts about Da Yu'er? Humph! I just saw that he was smarter than other Beile, so I valued him! The Qing Dynasty was just the time to use people! If he were a brave and unscrupulous waste, he would have let him die long ago. I don't know how he was doing now when he was recruiting people in the Jurchen tribe."

Huang Taiji was very satisfied with Kong Youde, Shang Kexi and Geng Zhongming, and Huang Taiji was very satisfied with their performance. In the past three months, with the cooperation of King Sanshun, Fan Wencheng, with the cooperation of King Sanshun, imitated the three-year three-pound field cannons of Chongzhen, 200 Folang machine cannons, 100 general cannons, 30 red and barbarian cannons, 5,000 supervised bird guns, 500 Lumi guns, and 300 nine-headed bird heavy fire guns. The Qing army has entered the era of half-fire and half-cold weapons.

The firearms made by the Qing Dynasty were of better quality than those used by the Ming army, because the Ming Dynasty craftsmen had a low status and the Ministry of Works was greedy for the firearms, and the quality of the firearms made was poor and could not be used. However, the quality of the three-year Chongzhen field guns imitated by the Qing Dynasty was not as good as that of the Ming army guns seized. The two guns were personally supervised by Li Guodong, and the quality was naturally superior.

Even without the butterfly wings that flapped Li Guodong and with the surrender of the Sanshun King, the Qing Dynasty had already entered the era of semi-fire weaponization. At this time, the proportion of Qing arms was already very high. Even in the Manchu Eight Banners army, which was proud of its archery and horse familiarity, there were many firearm soldiers, and each Niulu was equipped with small cannons and bird guns.

The only thing that Huang Taiji is worried about at present is the population issue. This year he does not care about the robbery of the Ming Dynasty, nor does he care about the Mongolians who come up to do not accept his own contempt. He wants to completely defeat North Korea and prepare to recruit a large number of North Koreans to join the Qing army.

"Maybe the Eight Banners of Korea can be established." Huang Taiji said to himself.

However, whether it is the Eight Banners of Han, the Eight Banners of Mongolia, or the Eight Banners of Korea that are preparing to be established, they are not as reliable as the Eight Banners of Manchuria. The Eight Banners of Manchuria were lost to more than 20,000 people in Mongolia by Dorgon and Yuetuo, two criminals. That was an astonishing loss and it was difficult to recover their vitality for several years.

The Jurchens robbed by Dorgon were much more reliable than the Eight Banners of Han and Eight Banners of Mongolia. Although the Jurchens could not be a bannerman at the beginning, they could only have the armored people with only higher local status than Aha, those people were reserve forces for the Eight Banners in the future.

However, the Jurchen savage Sikteng, who was born to Dorgon not long ago, just joined the Eight Banners system. Not only did he become a formal bannerman, but he was also the best white-armored soldier among the bannerman!

In Liaodong in June, the climate in the forests was cool. Dorgon led the Baijia Bayala soldiers to capture wild men in the forests. He found that he liked this kind of life very much. He took people around the forests every day, and some people were fishing and hunting. The coat chef who followed this small army to fight would make delicious dishes every day with fresh wild game.

The mountains and forests by the river are beautiful and the stream flows. It has been three months since Dorgon came here. In the past three months, he has been away from Shengjing's troubles, especially from Huang Taiji, whom he fears the most. This is what makes him feel most comfortable.

If possible, Dorgon wanted to live here forever until Huang Taiji kicked his legs and then went back to Shengjing to seize power. But Huang Taiji would definitely not allow him to do this. At the latest, he would have to go back to submit a job and prepare for attacking North Korea in December. This time, Dorgon must show off his troops to gain more trust from Huang Taiji.

"Xikteng!" Dorgon shouted.
Chapter completed!