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Chapter 677 Traitor's Dead End

It is not an exaggeration to describe the remnants of Jianlu as they fly separately when the catastrophe is imminent.

When I retreated into the extreme north, I thought well, exercised in the bitter cold environment, and regained the bravery of the Jurchen.

Naturally, under the circumstances at the time, this was the best choice.Otherwise, it would have been wiped out by the Ming army a few years ago.

But Daishan, Dorgon and others never imagined that the intensification of disasters during the Little Ice Age completely shattered their dreams.

The increasingly cold weather and the greatly shortened planting period have made the original lifestyle of farming, fishing and hunting almost impossible.

The traditional crops may never be harvested, and a bad harvest is good, and most of the seeds will not be recovered.After a few years, the food they carried has long been exhausted.

Relying on fishing and hunting, it is okay to support a small number of people, just like the Oroqen, Hezhen and so on.But there are hundreds of thousands of remnants of Jianlu, and survival is already extremely difficult, so what are you talking about, trying your best to make a comeback?
From concentration to decentralization, and gradually spreading to a wider area, this is an inevitable mode of survival.It is also a nation that cannot farm, and the same method is adopted.

Planting ten acres of land can support a family; fishing and hunting in a large area can barely feed and clothe a family, depending on luck.

It is impossible to live in cities and towns, and the population is too concentrated to support them; scattered small tribes have become an unavoidable choice.

In other words, the remnants of Jianlu have been scattered to the former Heilongjiang Province and the vast area in northern Heilongjiang within a few years.

Facing the Ming army's advancing step by step, even if they wanted to concentrate and resist the battle, it would be difficult to do so.As for Dorgon, who inherited the throne of King Khan, the number of men he could muster was no more than three to five thousand.

The sunshine in spring, warm and cold at the same time, still brought some vitality to the struggling Jianlu remnants.

The mountains were blocked by heavy snow, and food and clothing were difficult. The arrival of spring meant that they had survived another winter, and their hope of surviving increased.

Leaning on a wooden stick and wrapped in animal skins, Fan Wencheng limped out of the cellar.The sun was shining on his body, and he squinted his eyes and looked up at the clear sky.

It was another difficult winter, and finally saw spring.Fan Wencheng scratched his messy hair, turned his head and shouted at the cellar: "Old horse, come out to bask in the sun!"

In a short time, Ma Guozhu, who looked like a beggar, came out.After looking around, he sat down on a wooden pier by the wall, lazily basking in the sun, and opened his collar to catch gnats.

The two traitors were sick and sympathetic to each other, and Jianlu himself couldn't care about his clansmen, so he didn't care about their lives.In this harsh living environment, their knowledge is useless.

If they could grow food, or hunt more prey, they might look up to them.Attachment like a beggar has already annoyed Jianlu.

After Daishan died, the life of the traitors became even more difficult.They had no choice but to scatter around and find their own way of life.

Fan Wen's companion is in good health, and at first he was able to go hunting in the mountains and go fishing in the river together with others.But in the process of scrambling for prey, his leg was broken, so he could only live bitterly by himself.

My wife ran away long ago, and I don't know who she followed. As long as there is a stutter, it doesn't matter if he is ugly or handsome, or whether he is educated or not.

Ma Guozhu was also in a bad situation, but fortunately he knew some medicinal materials, and he could barely show others that he was suffering from a headache and a half-starved life.

When these two traitors get together, they are always companions.Those who are strong and strong don't want them, they can only take care of each other, clinging to each other day after day.

"Old Fan, don't go and look." Ma Guozhu saw Fan Wencheng limping to walk into the forest, and said impatiently: "No bait, what can I catch?"

Fan Wencheng stopped, shook his head, walked back with a wry smile, and sat down beside Ma Guozhu.

"When the sun rises, go dig some wild vegetables to deal with it!" Ma Guozhu squashed the gnat to death with his fingernails, sighed, and said, "I heard that the Ming army has already crossed the Songhua River?"

Fan Wencheng nodded and said, "That happened last year. The Ming army crossed the Songhua River and didn't go deep. They built a few strongholds."

Ma Guozhu frowned and said, "Where did the money, food and materials come from to support the army to advance northward? How did Nuer Gandusi give up? Isn't it more difficult now than then?"

More difficult refers to the environment. The climate is colder, and planting is more difficult. If you can't get food locally, you can only transport supplies from behind.

What's more, the Ming army was not a small army, and even Jianlu dared not touch it easily, so they could only carry out reconnaissance from a distance.

"The emperor of the Ming Dynasty is determined to sweep the court and sweep the holes, so that no one will be left behind." Fan Wencheng wanted to stroke his beard, but it was all over his face, like a savage.

After a pause, Fan Wencheng went on to say: "This emperor is amazing. He just wiped out the accumulated evils and built a strong army in a few years. Moreover, he saw through the weakness of the Jin Kingdom at a glance. He just blocked and cut off supplies, and he was forced to Dejin Kingdom had to mobilize, but the losses were greater each time."

Ma Guozhu lowered his eyes and said weakly: "In the final analysis, it is the foundation of the Ming Dynasty that is not comparable to that of the Jin Dynasty."

Fan Wencheng remained silent. Even though the Ming Empire was a giant, its internal corruption and malpractices were far less vibrant than the newly-emerged Hou Jin.

But he was wrong. In a short period of time, the Emperor Ming used iron fists to purge the court and raised funds for the war, suppressing the development of Hou Jin.

One goes up and the other goes up. When the war enters a state of exhaustion, Hou Jin's defeat is basically determined.

Fan Wencheng thought about it when he had nothing to do, and found that even if he could understand everything in advance, it would be difficult to find a solution.

This is an upright conspiracy, like two arm wrestling, relying on strength, there is no trickery.Whoever has the most strength wins, the fairest, but also the most unsolvable.

"Old Fan, how long do you think Dorgon and the others can last?" Ma Guozhu coughed twice and spit out a mouthful of phlegm. The scholar's gentle and elegant posture was completely gone, and he was as rude as a reckless man.

Fan Wencheng narrowed his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "One year, maybe two years. It depends on whether the Ming army continues to advance and pushes the knife to their chest."

Dorgon and other high-ranking officials in Jianlu have a hard time. They can't get food and cloth, and they are hungry and naked. Who will obey your orders?

It was not only the Han and Mongols who fled south one after another, but also many Manchus.The Ming army also intentionally let some of them back, and asked them to spread the news that those who returned from the south would not be killed, but they would be given food to the fields and resettled properly.

But Fan Wencheng, Ma Guozhu and other traitors also know that they are all on the blacklist and are not included in the list of forgiveness.

The emperor of the Ming Dynasty hated traitors even more than Jianlu.Dorgon and others can be let go, but Fan Wencheng and his like must kill them quickly.

"Live one day at a time!" Ma Guozhu stood up and walked towards the wilderness in the distance, where greenery had already emerged, and he might be able to dig edible wild vegetables.

Looking at Ma Guozhu's thin back, Fan Wencheng sighed sadly, lowered his eyes and wondered what he was thinking.

Regret, or some other emotion, is irrelevant now.With the advancement of the Ming army, Fan Wencheng already knew that his death was not far away.

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