Become the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, Chongzhen!

Chapter 41
What is the reserve cattle record?

This is related to the promotion channels of our old Jianzhou people and the rather simple and crude system of the cattle recording system.

The Eight Banners have always been dominated by the banner owners, that is to say, the official positions were basically arranged by the banner owners at first, and it has not changed since its development.

The same is true for promotion channels.

It's all a matter of the banner owner's words.

Most of the time, except for the war, it is basically impossible for Banner to get promoted.

Even if they are promoted, they are mostly in terms of treatment.

Therefore, the most important thing for the ordinary Eight Banners to get a substantial promotion outside of wartime is to achieve class leaps.

The only way is to create a reserve team by yourself.

It is to develop and farm in my spare time, and at the same time gather some other bannermen who have not yet defected to a certain Niulu, as well as Manchurians who do not have the status of bannermen.

In this way, when you become powerful, you can pull up dozens of elites, hundreds of soldiers and armored people, and then you can join the army when the banner owner calls.

This kind of false Niulu, the banner owner will not force them to be included in other Niulu, but will give them temporary Niulu treatment.

And as long as this kind of cattle record performed well during the war, or its sharpness is quite high, and it has a lot of filial piety, then the banner owner will turn it into an official cattle record.

In this way, the fake Niulu became the real Niulu, and the leaders in it can proudly say that they have changed from Qiding to Niulu Ezhen.

From the master of Ahha to the master of Banner Ding, an ordinary Jianzhou man.

And what Jie Lama and the others are facing is a pseudo-Niu Lu who has developed fairly well.

Among them, there are more than ten soldiers, nearly a hundred war slaves, and hundreds of serfs, which are not much worse than other cattle records.

Their resident building is not bad, probably because they are afraid that their development plan will be coveted and persecuted by other cattle, so all kinds of defensive facilities on the outer wall of the wooden castle are quite complete.

So even if some savages wore the looted slave armor, the battle was still very difficult.

Fortunately, the downwind battle was comfortable before, and the continuous easy looting completely aroused the greed, viciousness and wild fighting spirit of the looting team. Even though more than 20 people had been lost in a short time, they still had no intention of retreating.

Right now, relying on the number of people to start the firepower suppression, what kind of stones, wood and arrows, whatever they picked up and threw away, made Jiannu on the opposite side feel a little embarrassed.

Afterwards, amidst the cheers, a ladder turned out of the station was carried by the savages to the wooden wall.

Soon there were two armored Jiannu pushing the ladder down with their shields on top.

In a blink of an eye, a ball of flaming sackcloth was also thrown down by Jiannu, causing the wildling warriors below to avoid screaming.

But the gate of the wooden castle is obviously the focus of the attack.

Fortunately, there is no gatehouse above the gate of the wooden castle, otherwise, Karama, who is hammering the gate, may enjoy the service of a pot of hot gold juice poured down on his head and face.

The heavy iron rods are powerful with every blow under the power of the Jalama, which can fight a tiger hand-to-hand, and the wooden door will make a cracking sound from time to time.

Inside the door, several Jian Nu were yelling for Zhan Nu to hold their spears, waiting for the moment to break the door.

At this moment, they are very desperate.

Same as other looted cattle records.

I don't know how these savages dared, how they came out, and how they were so crazy.

"Crack!"

Another crisp sound made Jiannu on the wooden wall tremble in his heart, and he simply flipped down and stared at the door together.

There are several war slaves in front of them who are frantically stacking all the things that can be moved in front of the door, hoping to hold it for a while.

pity.

Because of Cheng Kuo's suggestion, Jia Lama and the tribal fighters replaced the props that smashed the door with a piece of log that hadn't dried yet.

This was originally the material used by the gang of slaves to build houses.

Now it's a battering ram.

"Oh!"

In the face of this good wood, the bolt finally couldn't resist.

After the door bolt exploded, the stone debris piled up in front of the gate was also pushed away by the crazy tribal fighters outside the gate along with the gate.

Just when the Jiannu inside was about to burst into tears, he roared angrily and wanted to rush up to fight the savage outside the door.

There was a loud shout outside the suddenly opened door.

"Step aside!!"

Immediately, the Jiannu people only saw the savages outside the door rushing to avoid the two sides. A savage in armor and with a braided beard took the lead and threw his right hand violently!
When Jiannu saw the door open, several arrows shot through it.

As if in exchange, a black ball with sparks flew in.

"Sky Thunder!!"

Someone among Jiannu suddenly howled.

The arrows were nailed to the armor of the savages in the front row, with little effect.

Immediately afterwards, the savage who threw the shocking thunder held the wooden door that had just been knocked open with both hands, and closed it again!

"boom!"

The moment the door closed, there was an unusually violent explosion inside the door, which made the body of Karama beside Cheng Kuo tremble.

Afterwards, Cheng Kuo pushed open the door with a smirk, impatiently wanting to watch the scene inside.

This thunder is exciting.

The broken iron pieces inside made a bang bang sound when they hit the wooden door.

Thanks to the gunpowder prepared by His Majesty himself, the sound of the explosion is much more pleasant than the previous one.

Although His Majesty gave this to help him get out of trouble in times of crisis, but
"I really can't bear it!"

With the saber in front of him, taking a deep breath of gunpowder smoke from the door opening, Cheng Kuo took the lead and rushed towards a war slave whose body was covered with iron pieces from the Thunderbolt.

The other savages regained their composure, and then regained their fanatical mind amidst the roar of Jarama, and swarmed into the castle.

An enhanced version of Zhentianlei can be said to have blown away the souls of this group of Jiannu and shattered their defensive formation.

Those who were blown down were immediately hacked to death by the savages rushing in. It is already a very good record to be able to hack and injure tribal fighters while struggling.

And those who were not blown down, those who dared to resist were quickly overwhelmed by the difference in numbers, and those who dared not resist began to retreat to the buildings in the earthen castle.

The one who was not very smart opened the small door of the wooden castle in a panic, allowing more tribal fighters to rush in.

Cheng Kuo slowed down after chasing and killing the two Jian slaves.

Rather leisurely, he began to perform his duties and win over the Han people.

of course.

War slaves don't count.

These slaves who wear armor are the slaves of Jiannu armored people, and they are all traitors to His Majesty, Cheng Kuo, and Daming.

"Gather the slaves! Don't rob each other! Take everything away! We're going back! Back to the old forest!"

Jia Lama, who was still stained with minced Jianu meat on the iron rod, was yelling and urging frantically.

At the beginning, Wuerte said that they could only fight for five days under the premise of ensuring absolute safety.

It's already the seventh day since they started the robbery. It was agreed before that they will go back anyway after the robbery.

I was supposed to go back on the fifth day.

But the leaders of those dead warriors always refused.

They wanted more, to make up for the grief they felt over the death of their warriors.

"Move quickly! Light the torches today! Let's go overnight! The sooner we go back, the better!"

The five days were extended to seven days, making Karama more and more anxious day by day.

An ominous premonition was brewing until now, making his nerves extremely tense, and his eyes were bloodshot.

(End of this chapter)