Destroy Jin and conquer Song, and carry the Northern Expedition through to the end

Chapter 380: Dissension and Resentment
Didn't wait until the fifth day.

The next day after Wuyan Hushahu brought back the news, a general of the Loyal Army came to the door with more than ten elite armored cavalry to contact him.

"Open the door!" The leading general, holding up a banner inscribed with "loyalty and righteousness," shouted in a Liaodong accent, "Let those who can lead the charge come out!"

The news was quickly passed on and Pu Sulie hurried over to greet him.

The knights swaggered in and filed in.

Only when they arrived at the central courtyard of the manor did the knights dismount and take off their helmets.

The leader said, "I am Dian Lun, the sixth general of the Zhongjun Army. Are you Pu Sulie?"

Pu Sulie was originally annoyed by the young man in front of him for being so rude, but when he saw that the several soldiers behind him were all bald, with only stubble left on the edges of their hair, combined with their Liaodong accents, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

"It is me, I wonder if you all..."

Dian Lun said loudly, "I am here on the orders of the loyal and righteous army commander, Duke Wei, to inspect the Meng'an and Mouke households in Yidu Prefecture!"

Pu Sulie understood that the person who came to supervise the army was here, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

These dozen people are quite brave. Even if Yidu Prefecture is very empty, they can still gather dozens of veterans. When the time comes, they can catch the turtle in the jar and beat the dog behind closed doors. Can't they deal with these dozen armored cavalry?
However, what Pu Sulie understood more clearly was that the so-called fox borrowing the tiger's power to bully others did not mean that the fox was very good at fighting, but that the tiger behind it was too scary. If you kill these armored cavalry, Wei Sheng will kill you.

"Pu Sulie, what are you waiting for?" Dian Lun saw Pu Sulie stunned, holding his sword and sneered, "Duke Wei is kind and gave you five days. Are you planning to sit here for five days to repay him?"

Pu Sulie's face turned pale again.

Just as Dian Lun was scolding Shangqushui Meng'an, the nobles of the Jin State who had not dispersed last night had already heard the news and gathered around. When they heard that Dian Lun did not give them any face at all, they couldn't help but change color, but no one dared to shout or scold.

"I recognize you." Just when Dian Lun was about to say something, a hereditary Mouke suddenly walked out of the crowd and pointed at a thin man wearing an iron crotch.

Although the thin man's hair was also combed into a bun, it seemed that his hair had just grown out not long ago. It was just curled up in a small ball on top of his head, which looked particularly funny.

"You...you are Brother Yila Ping!"

"I was wondering who it was. Isn't this Shi Dunhu, the man who lent money to his fellow tribesmen? How's business been lately? Did you sell your entire tribe into slavery?" The thin man turned around, looked at the man, and said, "Also, my name is Brother Liu Ping now. You'd better remember that!"

They are all people who make a living in the Qushui-Yishui-Shuhe area. Even though the Meng'an Mouke households are not as close as family, they still understand each other.

For example, Brother Liu Ping used to be in charge of accounts in the clan, so he naturally knew what kind of person Shi Dunhu was.

"You...you are all Jurchens?"

Finally, someone reacted. Originally, they thought these people were Liaodong people who moved to the inland because of their Liaodong accents. But when they heard someone recognize Yila Pingge, which was obviously the name of a Jurchen, they suddenly realized.

So you are not Han people, but Jurchens!

Why are the puppet troops so arrogant?
Brother Liu Ping couldn't help but fly into a rage. He immediately stepped forward with his sword and slapped the person who had spoken: "Who are the Jurchens? We are all Han Chinese. It is the Duke of Wei and Mr. Liu who have declared us Han Chinese!"

As he spoke, Brother Liu Ping pulled out half of his knife and said, "If you dare to call me a Jurchen again, I will tear your mouth off!"

However, the man who had spoken, noticing that Liu Pingge was not of Han descent, continued to taunt him, even with blood seeping from the corner of his mouth: "Do you think that just because you tie your hair up and wear a right-side-up lapel shirt, you're Han Chinese? Smell yourself; you still smell horse manure! Hahahaha!"

When these words were spoken, not only Dianlun glared at him, but even Pu Sulie and other Jurchens felt uncomfortable.

Sinicization is a major trend, especially for the Jurchens who migrated to the interior.

Don't think that the Jurchens, Mongols, and Khitans were born to like shaving their heads. This was a compromise they had to make in the face of the harsh environment of the border. Otherwise, the lice in their hair alone would be enough to kill them.

They shaved only the top of their heads to allow a fringe of hair to show when wearing a felt hat or helmet, a small compromise between practicality and aesthetics. Upon arriving in Han territory, the Jurchens discovered that braids were no match for the majesty of hair tied in a bun; leather coats were no match for the comfort of silk and cotton; and their invented large Jurchen characters were no match for the richness and beauty of Chinese characters.
Didn’t you see that even the emperor of the Jin Dynasty had to change his real name Wanyan Digunai to Wanyan Liang?

Therefore, among the nobles of the Jin Dynasty, about half of them did not change their surnames, and everything else was no different from the Han people.

Amidst the shouting and cursing, Wuyan Hushahu walked out of the hall and said, "Everyone, stay here!"

Dian Lun turned around and looked at the old man who was over seventy years old. "The manager has finally arrived. Are you going to continue to argue with me, or are you going to seize Yidu Prefecture?"

Wuyan Hushahu sighed: "You are also a Jurchen. Why don't you try to mediate the situation instead of forcing us like this?"

"Jurchen nation? Jurchen nation?!" Dian Lun was not like Liu Pingge who couldn't stand to hear it. He just sneered and asked back: "Do you think we are Jurchen nation now?

Then let me ask you, when we were settled in Liaodong, but were forcibly relocated to Shandong by a government order, without even being given grain and houses, why didn't you nobles treat us as a nation?

When the young and strong men of our tribe were drafted to go to the battlefield to fight the Khitans, Mongols, and Han people, and never returned, why didn't you treat us as a nation?

When we were massacred by the rebel army and the survivors sought help from the government, we were told by the government that our names had been removed from the official register and that we had to fend for ourselves. Why didn't you treat us as a nation?

When we sold ourselves to the homes of the rich and powerful as riding slaves, when we went to carry manure to make a living, when we sold our children for food, when my old mother starved to death to save a mouth to eat, why didn't you treat us as a nation?

Now we have land, food, armor, and swords, and you start saying that we are all Jurchen people and should support each other. Bah! It’s too late! When we needed you the most, where were you?!

At the end of his speech, Dian Lun spoke sternly and took a step forward with his sword.

Even though Wuyanhu Shahu had experienced great battles and had many years of experience in the local area, he couldn't help but turn pale and took a step back.

He never imagined that the resentment of the Jurchens at the bottom had become so intense.

"Just when we couldn't survive, Duke Wei and Liu Langjun arrived." At this point, Dianlun's tone slowed down: "They distributed land and grain to us all equally, punished the guilty and rewarded the meritorious. They just asked us to learn Chinese customs, change our Chinese names, and become Chinese.

Duke Wei is a most righteous man in the world. If I don't die for him, why should I risk my life for you, who treat me like dirt?"

There was a long silence, and then Pu Sulie asked tremblingly, "So, our only option is to surrender and seize Yidu Prefecture?"

Dian Lun sneered, "If it weren't for the women and children of these 40,000 households, I wouldn't have taken the initiative to come here to persuade you. Five days from now, when the loyal and righteous army arrives, bring the surrounding Han people with you and start the fight. If your hesitation and greed for life cause the situation to get out of control and countless lives are lost, I will chop you into pieces and cook you alive to feed the dogs!"

The nobles of the Jin Dynasty became even more panicked, and finally some of them began to think of retreating.

Meng'an and Mouke households are military households, responsible for defending the land. Among them, the hereditary Meng'an and hereditary Mouke have the responsibilities of both civil officials and military commanders. If they escape, they will be punished with the same crime as abandoning the army, and will be punished with a ghost-head knife.

Do you really think that everyone is a royal family member like Wanyan Xiongju?
Not to mention that without the tribe, they, the hereditary Meng'an, would be equivalent to losing their wealth and becoming a tree without roots, floating on the waves.

But now the situation is so bad that we can’t care about so many things.

Dian Lun seemed to understand some people's thoughts and shouted directly: "If you want to escape, then run away. Shandong and Hebei are now full of rebel armies. I want to see how far you can escape with just a little gold and silver and some knights' families!"

Is it possible that I can't even retreat?
At this moment, Pu Sulie suddenly stamped his feet, his face grim. "Damn it! He did it! Kong Damu is actually blocking all of our lives. Does he really think Nai Gong is some kind of good man or woman?"

The other Jurchen nobles could only nod their heads. Some of the more thoughtful ones were even thinking in their hearts, since they had changed their allegiance, should they quickly submit their letter of surrender?
Wuyanhushahu, who was standing on a high place, watched this scene, and while he understood what was happening, his body quickly hunched over.

It was not until this moment that the old man, who was already over seventy years old, truly felt that he was old. The glory of the past was struck by lightning and burned to ashes at this moment, and disappeared along with those figures of the founding of the country.

He began to stagger visibly.

However, after seeing the sneering and disdainful expressions of Dian Lun and others, Wuyan Hushahu quickly realized a fact again, and sweat broke out all over his body in the pale winter sunlight.

(End of this chapter)