"It means that he wrote the words after our rafting passed." Dorgon turned over and dismounted, squatted down, and searched carefully on the ground.

"Master, what are you looking for? Let the slave come." Zhang Zhongqi said as he was about to step forward.

"Get out!" Dorgon stretched out his hand to stop him and shouted, "Let's find an old hunter who can look at footprints!"

Most of the Jurchen soldiers were hunters, and someone soon recommended an old hunter who was experienced and best at distinguishing animal footprints.

He squatted in the place where Qian Yiqun stepped on, observed carefully for a while, and chased after another journey, before reporting to Dorgon: "Master, the footprints of the slave are indeed different from ours. He walked very calmly, but after passing the tree, he could no longer find the footprints."

Dorgon looked thoughtful and asked again: "Are there any footprints of turning back?"

First, they ran a long way, and then turned around, creating an illusion for people. This is the usual practice of many Ming soldiers not taking over at night.

The old hunter said, "The slave is also judging by this, but he can hardly see the footprints of his turn. If he really turns around, he will be an old hunter."

Dorgon didn't like this kind of answer without a clear letter and frowned and said, "Do you think he has gone forward or turned back?"

The old hunter hesitated for a moment and said, "Master, if he can fly, the slave will be indefinitely."

Dorgon was speechless for a moment.

He had read the notice last night. From the bottom of his heart, he didn't believe that such a person with great power would do such a thing. Shouldn't such a person occasionally show off his skills in the world, hide, and watch the stories of their hymns in the paradise? How could he come here to commit such a big murder?

Although many shamans and lamas among the Mongolians were mixed in the Eight Banners Army and often removed some troubles from the warriors, Dorgon did not believe that these "highly powerful" people could kill them like last night. He could even escape unscathed.

A sound of horse hooves came, and Dorgon looked up.

The one who came was his brother, Mangourtai.

"Old Fourteen!" Manguertai turned over and dismounted with his personal companion, "I'll help you catch people."

"No," Dorgon said lightly, "I can do it."

Now the Khan is determined to imitate the system of the Ming Dynasty and create six ministries. Dorgon was the Minister of Personnel appointed by the Khan. However, the other two Da Beile Daishan and Manguertai insisted on the Eight Kings' discussions on politics and opposed Huang Taiji's use of power to seize the power of the flag. Therefore, in Dorgon's eyes, this man had far more identities as a political enemy than his brothers.

"You didn't see it," said Mangourtai carelessly. "I fought with the demon man with my own hands last night. I know that his methods are definitely not so easy to deal with. From my perspective, if you want to chase him, you must not only bring all the people, but also bring shamans and wizards. Well, the lama can also bring some."

Dorgon smiled faintly: "Where is such a person in the world? He is just a better-skilled hero. We Jurchens are used to fighting big battles, and we did not deal with the despicable tricks of sneak attacks and assassinations, which made him kill so many people."

Mangourtai shook his head like a rattle and waved his hand, "You don't understand! I saw it with my own eyes last night."

Dorgon's face turned slightly white. He was the lord of the banner after all, and this banner was the throne of the old Khan. Although he was young, he was also a political consultant. How could he allow you to look down on him so much? He held back his displeasure and said, "Don't you go ahead and guard?"

"Zu Dashou is already a fish in the net, don't worry about it." said Mangourtai, "We must catch this demon first now. Otherwise, we will not be able to sleep at night."

Dorgon was disdainful: No matter how skilled a person is, he can shoot around him with a circle of bows and arrows. He can't kill him.

"If so," Dorgon owed slightly, "I'll leave it to the fifth brother."

Mangurtai stopped Dorgon with a big hand and said unhappily: "Old Fourteen, I'll help you, why are you leaving instead!"

"Does it take two bells to hunt down such a demon?" Dorgon said lightly, "I still have to go back to lead the army to siege the city. Since the fifth brother is willing to do it, let it be left to the fifth brother."

Mangurtai was about to speak when a group of cavalry ran out from the camp gate, protecting three old men in the middle.

"Sony Baksh," shouted Mangourtai from afar, "Where are you going?"

The old man who was riding at the forefront quickly turned over and got out of the horse, and then said, "Slave Sony, I have seen two Baylors."

Manguertai raised his hand and signaled him to get up. Sony was a minister of Lao Khan and a rare civil servant among the Jurchens. Now he was deeply trusted by Huang Taiji. Dorgon looked at Sony with a gloomy face and said nothing.

"Two Baylors," Sony then stood up and said, "The slave was ordered by the Khan and took these two big blogs to chase the demon and kind man who had last night."

Dorgon pointed to the bark of the tree and said, "He said he was going to Shenyang to massacre the city, so you can chase after it quickly." After that, Dorgon left. He agreed with the creation of the six ministries and the library from his heart, and ruled the Eight Banners with the regime, rather than the banner owners of each banner. But he hated Sony, who seemed honest and loyal, but in fact he was a person who could never see through.

He is the kind of person who will never be smarter than you but will not make you think he is stupid! The smarter you want him to be; the stupider he is, the stupider he can be.

Dorgon sighed, turned his horse on his back, and finally glanced at Sony, thinking: This kind of person who can never see through is the most annoying!

Mangourtai stepped forward and said, "I will go with you."

Sony hesitated for a moment and said, "Beller, this demon is extremely cunning and cruel in methods. You are a noble person and should not be in danger."

Mangurtai waved his hand and said, "My Goshha is all Bayala who has experienced many battles. Besides, I have the Golden Buddha given by my father Khan, so there will be no problem."

With his duty as a slave, Sony would never be willing to anger such a irritable Big Beller. He had to let the two Mongolians behind him come forward and said, "Two masters, it depends on you next."

The two shamans came to the tree and began to sing witch songs on the grassland.

The strong wilderness aura made Dorgon, who was about to leave, unable to help but hold back his horse to see what they were going to do.

"Hoha!" The shaman finally finished singing and dancing. A ball of fire was spewed out of his mouth.

The fireball did not dissipate immediately, but instead condensed into a human form. The "person" with flames walked to the tree leisurely and contentedly. He raised his hand and drew the handwriting on it.

Dorgon was curious and couldn't help but continue to watch.

Soon, the human figure walked slowly forward, and it was indeed a leisurely and contented person.

It turned out that they used this hot man to replay the actions of the kind man.

Dorgon understood immediately and became more interested.

This hot man stepped on Qian Yiqun's footsteps step by step, not bad at all.

Suddenly, the fire man rose up and rushed towards a tree in front. It flipped around in the air and hugged it into a ball. Almost returned to the state of fireball. In an instant, it stretched out its legs and stepped heavily on the trunk, like an arrow off the string, ejected ahead of time.

Dorgon's eyes lit up: Isn't this just flying?

The Fireman did the same thing, flipped around the woods, and used force to eject, and finally reached the limit of the spell, dissipating the Mars in the sky in the city and cooling down to ashes.

"Master, he ran away there!" The shaman wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a heavy breath as if he was seeking credit.

"Chasing!" Manguertai waved his hand and shouted at the guards beside him. He also turned over and wanted to chase him into the dense forest.

"Chasing!" Dorgon also ordered and chased in at a faster speed. He had never been so urgent. He wanted to catch this demon and ask about the means of tumbling in the woods.

If there were such a group of whistleblowers, it would undoubtedly be an excellent help to the army. How could he persuade him to surrender with such ability? Should he raise the flag? Alas. If Wu Zhenchao was put in, I made a wedding dress for others.

Dorgon avoided the branches in the forest and had begun to consider how to take this demon for himself. Most of the people killed by Qian Yi last night were his slaves, that is, his private property and his right to speak at the Eight Kings Political Consultative Conference. The Later Jin regime is far more realistic than the Ming Dynasty. The power of Dayi is pitifully weaker. If you want other Beile to listen to you, you must at least have a group of strong slaves.

If you can't make a good return from this demon, it will be a complete loss.

Dorgon has always focused on the intelligence and infiltration of Mingguo. From the Shanxi merchants, he also knew that "kind people" were not ordinary people. However, those slaves always deliberately exaggerated the strength of the enemy in order to shirk their responsibilities. They had to make a half-fold before they could listen. As for the extraordinary magic, no one could stop it... How could God give birth to such a person? Dorgon only believed in the warriors with golden swords and iron horses, and everything else was false talk.

Knowing how the kind-hearted people escaped, the hunters only needed to find footprints from nearby trees to judge Qian Yiqun's escape direction. They were puzzled why the demon suddenly disappeared even the footprints on the tree, and after scattering and searching, they reappeared on the trunk several feet away.

It seems that he can really fly, and it's not close.

Dorgon thought to himself.

"Old Fourteen," Mangourtai shouted suddenly, "The footprints are gone again! We have to look for them separately."

Dorgon shook his head slightly and said, "No need." He pointed to the whip and said, "There is something in the hole in the tree full of the trees."

Immediately, Bayala stepped forward with a bow and carefully picked out a foot from the tree hole with the spearhead.

Just one foot, the foot of the Jurchen Ranger.

"The fire man reenacted!" Mangurtai roared loudly.

The two shamans disobeyed Mangourtai's orders and chanted the wild witch song again.

...

Qian Yiqun flew through the forest and soon saw the torch in front of him. He thought to himself: The Jurchen cavalry really had two brushes. It was so dark that he could march in the dense forest with torches. As long as there was a tree hole or a deep pit, it would be enough to destroy the war horses under their crotch.

No wonder the Ming army was completely unable to compete with them in terms of action.

Qian Yiqun thought about military and national affairs and found that the Jurchen cavalry in front of him slowed down. He could not hide his whereabouts, so the movements of stepping on the trunk of a tree were enough to make these long-standing cavalrymen alert.

So what if you see it? Do you still want to charge in the jungle?

Qian Yiqun sneered and approached step by step.

The Jurchen rider changed into a bow and arrow and shouted and shot at Qian Yiqun.

"shield!"

Qian Yiqun drove the Red Shield Bead to protect the vital points on his chest, but did not take the initiative to block it. He just turned the direction and only heard a familiar sound, and all the bows and arrows shot into the tree.

There are twenty steps left. You can shoot again!

The Jurchen riders replaced the arrows and pulled the bows all over. They looked for Qian Yiqun in the dark.

Where have you gone?

They couldn't help thinking.

"Ha!" Qian Yiqun laughed loudly, like a child playing hide-and-seek, jumping down from the tree.

"Go to death!" Qian Yiqun waved the Jie Hidden Sword and stabbed into the neck of a scout.

With the pull of Jie Yin sword, the Jurchens fell off their horses.

Qian Yiqun stood on the saddle, looked at the other terrified racers, and smiled, "Don't you need to set up a month and a half array?"

These rovers don't understand Chinese very much. They rarely talk to their coat slaves. Anyway, they only need to use their fingers to make their work and give them a whip. Either the matter is done or the person is dead. Then, they throw it away and let the dog chew it.

However, as a warrior, these Jianzhou soldiers raised their bows and arrows and shot at Qian Yiqun.

In order to deterrent effect, Qian Yiqun stood motionless and summoned the golden light to protect his body, allowing these forty-five bows and arrows to shoot in front of him.

The kinetic energy of all arrows was absorbed by the golden light, and even failed to make Qian Yiqun shake his body.
To be continued...