Change of generals

Zhuo Bufan looked at Zhou Tong behind the yellow robe general. The latter understood it and stepped forward and kicked the yellow robe general's back leg. He immediately kicked him so hard that he knelt in front of Zhuo Bufan.

How can the defeated general make you so arrogant? Xiao Yang, Zhuo Bufan stood with his hands behind his back and stood contentedly in front of the yellow robe general who seemed to be kneeling down, thinking in his heart that this is the attitude you should have. The yellow robe general jumped up, screaming in his mouth, but Zhou Tong pressed it to the ground again.

Zhuo Bufan turned his head and looked at Li Weisheng beside him and said, "Mr. Li, you should be the translator."

This yellow robe general understands some Han languages, but speaks very badly. With a translation, the conversation can naturally go smoothly. However, no matter how Zhuo Bufan asked, this yellow robe general does not mention his status in the Manchus, his official position, and his number of soldiers. Instead, he understands the principles of many Han people's Confucius and Mencius, yelling that he should not treat him like this, and that he should be treated as a prisoner of war.

Zhuo Bufan was amused and crying. How could these barbarians actually understand etiquette and law? At this time, let us treat you as prisoners of war. How do you treat those unarmed people in Changpo Village? How do you treat captured Dahua soldiers in previous wars? I am not those saints and disciples. Besides, although the Confucianism of Confucius and Mencius may not be as useless as Li Weisheng said, but we must also distinguish who is not right. Naturally, treat those who uphold Confucius and Mencius with courtesy. If you treat those barbarian countries with courtesy, you may still be considered weak. If you have your lenientness, you will take a knife and give it to you. I will not be so pedantic.

Zhuo Bufan's questioning left the yellow robe speechless. Not to mention it, Changpo Village just happened yesterday, and it was a fact that happened in front of everyone under the command of this person. Thinking of this, Zhuo Bufan was so angry that he could not make a fuss. Although this person looked quite literary and religious, he was the enemy leader who led the Tatar army and was the master who had just taken hundreds of lives of the people of Dahua. I was talking nonsense to him. I first figured out the identity of this person before I could find a way to solve Bai Bing's problem.

"Dahua is known as a country of etiquette, and I ask for treatment from prisoners of war." The yellow robe general still demanded good treatment and kept silent about Zhuo Bufan's questions.

Zhuo Bufan was furious and ordered Zhou Tong: "Zhou Tong, when you hear the word "ritual" from him again, you will slap me, say once and slap me hard."

Zhou Tong was overjoyed and rolled up his sleeves, but was startled by the yellow robe. He thought he was going to move, so he quickly shouted that he should treat him with courtesy.

"Crackling", a crisp big-eared shave, Zhou Tong opened his bow from left to right, knocking the yellow robe dizzy and turning to the sky. His cheeks on both sides swollen, and bloodshots hung on the corners of his mouth.

"Uh, Master, I can't hear clearly, what should I do?"

"It's easy to deal with. If you don't answer my question, you can treat all his words as saying rituals. Wow, I didn't expect that my Dahua is indeed a country of etiquette. Even the barbarians have been educated, which is gratifying."

Zhou Tong was overjoyed and rolled up the sleeves of his left arm, looking like he was having a big fight. Li Weisheng held back his laughter and translated the conversation between the two intact. The yellow robe could have understood a little. After listening to Li Weisheng's simultaneous translation, he was even more disgusted. He quickly closed his mouth tightly and never dared to speak again.

"Young Master, he won't shout."

"Well, maybe he is experiencing the noble and greatness of my Dahua etiquette in his heart, and he is silently reciting it in his heart."

"Will you still fight?"

"Call it."

The yellow robe general finally couldn't bear it, and tried hard to open his swollen lips and shouted: "I am Dorgon, Jianzhou."

Zhuo Bufan was stunned. The name was quite familiar. This familiar feeling did not come from the identity of the Zuo Xianggong Prince in this life. The Zuo Xianggong Prince who spent all his life was not interested in these things before. This familiar feeling was from the memories of the previous life. The memories of the previous life overlapped with the current things again, which made Zhuo Bufan think. Xing Tianhu and Li Weisheng on the side changed their faces. As for Zhou Tong, how could he know what Dorgon was.

Obviously, Xing Tianhu and Li Weisheng knew what Dorgon was, and Zhuo Bufan knew it in his heart. His doubts were that there were many past and present lives, and there were intersections from time to time. When he felt that he realized it, he found that it was a different world, but familiar people and things appeared from time to time. Most importantly, if the historical development of this world was basically the same as that of the late Ming Dynasty, his plan of enjoyment might have a considerable problem. The Qing Dynasty has not been in the pass for several years, and there was no end to the nest after being destroyed. Not to mention maintaining the identity of the second generation of super officials, it is his own life. Whether it can be preserved when that collapse day comes is a different story.

When Li Weisheng saw Zhuo Bufan, he seemed a little confused and hurried forward to tell Dorgon's identity in a low voice. As Li Weisheng's account, Zhuo Bufan's eyes gradually lit up. What he remembered was that if the Jianzhou Tartars in this life were the Qing Dynasty that he knew in his previous life, then this Dorgon should be the powerful Prince Dorgon in his memory of his previous life. He was not a historian, and he only learned about that history from film and television dramas. His mobile phone was out of power, so he could not read it in detail at this time. But he knew that Dorgon was the founding father who later led troops into the pass, destroyed the Han Dynasty, and established the Qing Empire. It can be said that without him, there would be no humiliation history of the Qing Dynasty and the Han Dynasty for hundreds of years.

Zhuo Bufan couldn't help but stroke the hilt of the knife, and a voice in his heart was shouting, killing him, killing the Tartar in front of him, killing him, and then the Han Dynasty could be stable, and his own enjoyment plan could continue. For the sake of the romantic, romantic, eating, drinking and having fun, for the sake of the world, the beauties who were looking forward to him, and for his own life, he killed him.

Can killing him stop the demise of Dahua? Zhuo Bufan didn't know that this was the reason why he didn't pull out his knife and cut it off. It would be better to solve the problem in front of him first and save Bai Bing. When the so-called "sauce" ended this time, he really had to study that period of history well, and then make good comparisons with this world and make plans for his future journey. Damn, can't he travel through a prosperous and peaceful era? At least, he doesn't have to worry so much about his life.

No one knew Zhuo Bufan’s true thoughts at this moment, and no one believed it even if he knew it. Everyone looked at Zhuo Bufan who was silent while pressing the hilt of the knife, waiting for the commander’s decision. Dorgon shouted that sentence and did not continue to be beaten. He breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground in depressed manner. He also watched Zhuo Bufan’s hands waiting for disposal. He understood how much the Dahua people, especially the Dahua soldiers, hated him. Over the years, the Jianzhou Iron Cavalry has fought in all directions, and he has not killed the Dahua army a lot. It can be said that his hands were covered with the blood of Dahua soldiers and the common people. He understood from the eyes of the soldiers next to him who were glaring at the hilt of the knife. However, he was not lifeless, and he only hoped that this young general of Dahua would not distinguish the interests and exchanged himself for the beautiful general.

Seeing Zhuo Bufan undecided, Li Weisheng whispered again: "General, what are you going to do?"

"What else can I do? Use him to exchange Bai Bing for first." Zhuo Bufan already had a scheming in his mind.

Unexpectedly, his words attracted everyone's surprise. Dorgon understood this sentence and felt secretly happy, while the others exclaimed and looked pale.

"Huh? Isn't it just exchange prisoners? Why, is there any problem?" Zhuo Bufan was very surprised.

Li Weisheng looked at Zhuo Bufan's expression carefully, and had already confirmed that Zhuo Bufan was not a joke, and said with a wry smile:
Chapter completed!