"Congratulations, congratulations to the prince!"

After leaving the emperor's tent, Fan Wencheng smiled and congratulated Shang Kexi.

It is indeed a happy event to become a master from a slave. What seemed impossible in the past became a reality under his operation, but how could he not be excited?

The reason why he operated all this was entirely because his wife was forced to occupy by Duoduo. According to the rules of the Qing Dynasty, the Han people were all incorporated into the Eight Banners of Manchuria, and were managed like slaves. They could not ride horses, oxes could not use themselves, and fields could not farm themselves, and they were all working for the Manchus for free. Although there were officials in Manchuria, after their death, their wives and children had to be assigned to the banner owners of the banner. In other words, after Fan Wencheng died, his wife still slept for Duoduo, and even his daughter could not escape. Now when he was alive, the emperor could still stand up and speak for him and collect the money.

What if he dies?

What if the emperor rewards his wife and daughter to Duoduo?

When he thought that his wife and daughter would become other people's playthings after his death, he felt so distressed.

Maybe there is nothing to these Jurchens, but for the Han people, who can withstand this?

Therefore, Fan Wencheng has been trying hard to lobby the emperor to set up the Han army flag. Although the Han army flag is also a slave, this slave is a little lower than the Manchus and the Meng people. No matter how he is, he is a bannerman, at least he doesn't have to worry about his wife and children being taken as slaves after his death.

Of course, there is no need to worry about his wife and daughter becoming someone else's plaything in the future. This is also the fundamental reason why he has been working hard on this matter.

After so many twists and turns in the early stage, I finally gained something. Even though he was not the first one to enjoy it, he still saw hope.

If you don’t want to be your master’s slave, you are not a good slave. How can your master not see him as good as him? When you raise the flag in the future, you will definitely have his share.

But it's just a matter of time.

"Happy together, happy together,"

Shang Kexi smiled at Fan Wencheng.

"Mr. Fan, you and I will be the emperor's slaves from now on! We can be considered a family!"

People feel happy when they are happy, but today they are in a very good mood. He is a very good person today.

For a moment, he wanted to give himself the surname of a bannerman, but he thought that the emperor might not be happy to do so. So he just did it.

Of course, Shang Kexi didn't know that in fact, in a few years, a Han man named Yuan happily changed his surname to Manchu after being carried on the flag. Although it became a joke at that time, it showed that the Qing Dynasty was loyal.

"What the prince said is very much, but whether he can become a family depends on whether his subordinates can break through the Ming army's trench!"

Shang Kexi laughed loudly.

"Don't worry, Lord Fan, when they know they want to become a bannerman, they will definitely fight to kill the long trench to repay the emperor!"

With a promising slave, you will be full of energy!

For Zhao Tai and others, who are a member of the "Tianzhu Army", when they learned from the adults that the prince had given them the opportunity to "lift the flag", the soldiers who had joined the prince to throw gold together lit up their eyes!

Become a bannerman!

Doesn’t that mean they don’t have to farm or work, and like those masters, they can be assigned to slaves. Such a good thing is finally their turn.

"The prince said that as long as you build a long trench, the emperor will definitely receive a heavy reward at that time, and every household will definitely have your servants!"

If you want to become a bannerman, it is probably because they have real benefits to becoming a bannerman. They have higher status and lack more rewards. In the past, they only had the greed, but now they are also going to become a bannerman.

While everyone was yelling happily, a group of flag soldiers with bright white armor came over. When they came over, someone shouted softly.

"The white armored soldiers are here!"

It is very simple to recognize white armored soldiers in the Qing army. They can be recognized from the armor they are wearing. They wear three more layers of armor, chain mail, and then a layer of cotton armor, and finally a layer of forged iron armor. The defense is amazing, because the iron armor is made of steel and is extremely shining when reflected in the light, so it is easy to recognize in the army.

"If you don't copy, you will wear mercury armor and are among the hosts. You can easily recognize the appearance. If you move, you will be in the back, and if you are in the formation, you will be in the final victory."

As long as you see "mercury armor", you will definitely be a white armored soldier.

These white-armored soldiers were all arrogant and said the Jurchens that Zhao Tai and the others could not understand. Although their noses were all raised to the sky, when Zhao Tai and the others saw these people, they all knelt down and kowtowed to greet them.

There is no way, they are bannermen and masters!

Oboi and the others were used to this. He didn't even look at the Han people, but stared at the Ming army's trench opposite him.

Now, no matter what, I have to kill myself into the trench. Just kill me and then... wash away the shame on my body!

When he thought of the Ming army, Oboi naturally thought of the hasty escaped from the Jinan camp last year. As Batulu of the Qing Dynasty and Bayala as the emperor, he never expected that one day he would be scared like that.

Vulcan!

The bombing camp...

Today, no matter what, we must use Minggou's blood to wash away the shame on our body!

Just as Oboi was thinking of avenging his shame, accompanied by the rushing drums, teams of "Heavenly Helped Soldiers" rushed out of the long trench in the past period of time, except for Duoduo's troops who had rushed several times to lose thousands of soldiers, at other times, the Han soldiers rushed over.

For the Qing Dynasty, the Han soldiers have always been their cannon fodder for siege cities and lands...cannon fodder!

The same is true now.

Zhao Tai, who was holding a spear in his hand, was breathing heavily. Although his eyes were staring at Ming Jun's long trench, when the cowhide boots he wore were stepping on the already solid snow, he still couldn't help but feel cold.

How many people have stepped on this!

But even so, I still haven't broken through the trench!

It’s hard to get the emperor’s reward!

This is a life-threatening death!

Just as he was thinking this way, with a whistle and raised his head, he could see a few black dots flying in the black, and their speed was not fast.

It was a red barbarian, no, it was shot by the red cannon...

Suddenly, the slowly flying shells exploded in the air. After many days of "training" the gunners of the 18-jin cannon located in the rear have fully mastered the skills of timing the shells. They can give the shells accurate timing according to the distance, so that the power of the shrapnel can be maximized.

The moment the shell exploded, thousands of lead shells flew away and roared forward. Lushun was the first large-scale application of shovel shells in actual combat. This was the killer weapon left by the prince to Qian Degong. In fact, what was left was the pattern of shovel shells. Its structure was not complicated, and the hollow shell shells contained a large number of lead shells and detonating drugs, which were detonated with wooden telescopes. As long as there was a cast iron furnace, gunpowder, and lead shells could come out continuously, which gave the artillery on the front line enough to not have a big meal for them when Jiannu went to the banquet.

The bombs flying from above fell like raindrops. The iron armor of Bailiang was as fragile as paper, and the body was easily cut open like tofu. Shotball shooting easily tore these "Tianzhu Army" into pieces. I don't know how many people even saw Ming Jun's appearance, and fell on the ice and snow in the smoke of the explosion.

However, their attacks did not stop because of these rounds of volleys. Even the shotguns that approached the next time did not stop them. When they approached the barbed wire, the Ming army in the trench also began to shoot. They aimed at the Qing army in front and shot in an orderly manner.

Thousands of Heavenly Helpers rushed into the barbed wire with dust, smoke, shotguns, bullets and the screams of the injured. When they were tripped by the low-level barbed wire, they thought they wanted to make military achievements and become bannermen, but they did not panic. Instead, they immediately took out the steel shears and cut the barbed wire with all their strength.

Although the wire is very hard, it is still harder than these specially made steel shears.

"Click!"

The barbed wire is broken!
Chapter completed!