Be the emperor from the postman

Chapter 618 I will not kill the messenger (third)
Fan Wencai, deputy envoy of Daikin, immediately said, "He Jinchao, you are too crazy!"

Fan Wencheng, known as the number one civil servant of the Qing court, was capable of writing and martial arts, but his brother was not.

Especially after Huang Taiji succeeded to the throne, Fan Wencheng was highly relied on, and Daling Hena also made military exploits.

At this time, relying on Fan Wencheng's face, he was sent as a deputy envoy only because he could speak Chinese.

"Han people?"

Hearing He Jinzhao's inquiry, Fan Wencai immediately said loudly: "I am Fan Wencai, a member of the Great Jin Zhengbai Banner!"

"Oh." He Jinzhao took two steps forward and stood in front of Fan Wencai.

Snapped.

A slap in the past.

The beaten Fan Wencai turned half a circle and fell to the ground.

"Where did you come from, a dog who forgets his ancestors?
You dared to call your ancestor's name directly, and pulled out your tongue. "

He Jinzhao can be sure that this person is designated as a Han Chinese, and the bannermen at this time will not change their surnames.

The corner of Fan Wencai's mouth was bleeding from the beating, and the tail of the money mouse was thrown to the front of his neck. He didn't speak for a long time.

This is not the case!

In Huang Taiji's tent, he saw the Mongolian yelling and cursing Da Jin Da Khan, but nothing happened.

Why has the hammer bandit changed so much here!

These mud-legged people don't care about etiquette at all.

But all these words were swallowed back by Fan Wencai.

At the beginning, he and his younger brother Fan Wencheng worked as slaves in Xianghongqi for nine years before they seized the opportunity to be appreciated by Nurhachi.

He has suffered a lot of slaps like today and more humiliation.

After he became a banner man, he also had a group of slaves under his command. He thought it would be smooth sailing in the future. Even if he met a high-ranking official of the Ming court, he might have to follow his path and beg to be his slave.

But now he was slapped by He Jinzhao, and he recalled the scene of being a slave for nine years, and he was terrified all of a sudden.

The Four Books and Five Classics have long been forgotten.

A person like Fan Wencai has been frustrated for a long time. Once he gains power, he will frantically copy the behavior of those "masters" and torture more slaves, so as to show that he is also a master.

Now He Jinzhao slapped him back to his original shape.

Wang Peng snorted: "You traitor, if you are a minister of the third rank, I will let you taste the taste of a thousand cuts!"

People with no status can't enjoy this kind of punishment like a thousand cuts to pieces.

Niu Youcai and Tulai fought in the hall, punching to the flesh.

Tulai didn't expect that the Han came up to beat him without saying a word.

On weekdays, he was the one who beat those smart dogs, and he didn't pay attention to the Han people at all.

Now Tulai and Niu Youcai are fighting, and his injury has healed, but he still feels physically unbearable.

Monk didn't have any objections. This Jurchen named Tulai had a lot of nonsense on the road.

He was beaten, just to watch the excitement.

If one day Khan did something like chopping off his head, that might be a thing. Whoever's knife is tough on the grassland, he will obey.

He Jinzhao unfolded Huang Taiji's reply to himself, and slowly browsed through it.

Huang Taiji agreed with his idea of ​​partnering with Daming, and hoped to have the opportunity to cooperate in depth.

We have one inside and one outside, enough to swallow Daming. When the time comes, you will be the emperor of the south and I will be the emperor of the north. Wouldn't it be great?
In the end, Huang Taiji made a small request, hoping to return his captors to him, and he would not pursue Mang Gurtai's death.

"Don't pursue it anymore? How dare he underestimate me so much!" He Jinzhao threw down the letter in his hand:

"If you are talented, don't beat him to death, just beat him disabled. Hou Jin has such good warriors, so he has to keep them for retirement."

"okay."

Niu Youcai responded, and immediately stopped holding back his strength, and each punch was heavier than the next, making Tulai's arms sore and limp.

Tulai couldn't understand what He Jinzhao was going to say, but he could feel that the Han man in front of him seemed to be trying to kill him.

brutal!

So savage.

Tulai has never seen such barbaric Han people since he was a child.

A word of disagreement will kill someone!
Aren't they full of benevolence and morality?
Do they just run away when they see themselves, hoping to run faster than others?
Tulai's bravery is not a problem, but at this time, he has no sword or armor, and he suffered a big loss from fighting with Niu Youcai.

click.

"what!"

Tulai yelled, and immediately knelt on the ground, his ankle seemed to be broken.

His bare forehead burst into hot sweat immediately.

pong.

One foot in the past.

Tulai's jaw was hit hard, a few teeth came out, and he fell unconscious on the ground.

Niu Youcai let out a long breath, put his legs away and stood still.

Monk's eyelids twitched, Tian Khan was mighty, that Huang Taiji would never dare to treat me like this.

As for the deputy envoy Fan Wencai, he was trembling with fright.

Daikin gave him courage and asked him to be an envoy.

But the hammer bandit in front of him discounted Dajin Zhengshi's leg when he met him. How can he say anything as a deputy envoy?
Our method has always been to beat the dog to see the owner.

But He Jinzhao directly performed for Fan Wencai to beat the master for the dog to watch.

Fan Wencai looked at Tulai's ankles bleeding out in bursts, and was afraid that he was about to die.

"Hey." Fan Wencai bit the last two words into his mouth, biting his tongue until he bled, and then said: "You're in trouble!"

"Guarjaturai is the son of Fei Yinger, one of the five founding ministers of the Great Jin Dynasty. He is highly valued by the Great Khan. If you dare to break his leg, you will die without a place to bury him."

He Jinzhao grabbed his outstretched index finger and snapped it hard.

"what!"

Fan Wencai's fingers were broken, and tears came out of pain. With the other hand covering his swollen face, he said hurriedly:
"When the two armies are at war, don't behead them."

"Do not cut to make!"

"I don't study much, and I hate others threatening me the most." He Jinzhao stood up and ordered: "Chop off the right legs of all the Jurchen Tartars and return them to Huang Taiji, and the fake Jurchen don't need to be chopped off. Someone has to push them back. .”

"Yes."

He Zan responded.

Wang Peng, the deputy general of Ji Town, listened to He Jinzhao's instructions, and couldn't help but feel sorry.

What are you trying to do?
They all had their heads chopped off and sold to me!

Take a thigh and send it to the capital, saying it belongs to the Jurchen Tartars, who would believe it!

When all the envoys were arrested, Wang Peng spoke:

"King He, how can you waste it like this? Cut off their heads, and I will pay double the price. Anyway, the hatred has been settled, so there is no need to leave people to them."

"It is necessary, very necessary." He Jinzhao sat on the chair: "Do you think the Jurchen Tartars captured by me are the warriors they often talk about?"

"Then it's designated!"

"Now that these warriors are disabled, how many people does Huang Taiji need to serve them? How much food is needed to support them? How much gold and silver is needed to encourage them, so as to set an example of protection for the rest of the Jurchens?"

He Jinzhao paused with a smile and said, "Huang Taiji will definitely spend a lot of money, food and manpower to support these people. As long as there are enough disabled soldiers, Huang Taiji won't be able to play well."

"So that's the case!" Wang Peng's eyes lit up.

He Jinzhao stretched out his fingers and shook his head, "It's more than that!"

(End of this chapter)