In less than a cup of tea, more than fifty Later Jin cavalry in distinctly armor appeared in front of Zhu Yinglong and others. The thunder-like war horse stopped when it stopped. The people on the horse were as steady as Mount Tai, watching him and others could only maintain a certain speed on the horse's back. When it comes to riding skills compared to others, it was a small witch. Among the people, only Xiong Tingbi's riding skills could barely compete with others. No wonder they had the bold words of "there are only ten thousand people, and they are invincible." Now it seems that they have real skills. Zhu Yinglong thought to himself that if the Later Jin mastered the firearm, the quality of the Ming Dynasty's current army might not be the opponent. Zhu Yinglong couldn't help but worry about the future.

"Who are you? Why are you blocking our way?" One person rushed out of the Later Jin cavalry team, pointed at Zhu Yinglong and others and asked.

Under Zhu Yinglong's instructions, Chen Xi rode forward tremblingly, stopped ten feet away from the other party, and smiled and said, "We are merchants from the Central Plains. We are here to do business, not intentionally blocking the general's way."

Although the Later Jin Dynasty was incompatible with the Ming Dynasty, they were short of supplies and were relatively polite to the merchants who came over to the Ming Dynasty because these people could bring in scarce supplies, such as silk cloth, salt, tea and luxury goods, etc. The Later Jin cavalry looked at the convoy behind Chenxi, and there was a lot of goods. Then the other party had a good attitude and said, "What are the carriages loaded?"

Chen Xi looked at Zhu Yinglong behind in embarrassment. Zhu Yinglong nodded at him. Chen Xi said understandingly: "It's a little salt, tea bricks, the fur we purchased, and felt blankets."

When he heard that the group of merchants were actually carrying salt and tea, the cavalry asked excitedly: "Salt, tea bricks, do you sell them?"

Chen Xi didn't know what the other party wanted to do, and he couldn't make the decision. The sweat on his forehead came out. He looked back secretly, but found that Zhu Yinglong had no instructions and did not look at him. He had to bite the bullet and said, "This general, I can't make the decision. The goods written by my son."

The cavalry then rode his horse back and muttered a few words in the ear of a young man with beautiful armor. After a while, the young general who seemed to be the leader of the Later Jin cavalry came to Chenxi and said, "I am Dorgon, Heshuo'erzhen, under the tent of the Khan of Heaven. If you have something to do, I want to discuss with your son. Tell me if you have any trouble."

Zhu Yinglong heard it from behind. He never thought that Dorgon would meet here. In that time and space history, Dorgon had won half of the Qing Dynasty. It can be said that without Dorgon, there would be no later Qing Dynasty. Unfortunately, such a peerless hero died young under the age of 40. Zhu Yinglong immediately developed a strong desire to meet Dorgon for a while.

After listening to Chen Xi's report, Zhu Yinglong ran out despite Xiong Tingbi and others' obstruction.

"In Xialongying, I didn't expect to see Nurhaci's 14th son and Shuoezhen Dorgon here. I'm so lucky to have three lives!" Zhu Yinglong racked his brains to come up with these words, sat on the back of a horse and clasped his fists and said loudly.

Dorgon took a closer look at this young man who was about the same age as him. He was not an ordinary soldier behind him, but the most elite soldier with his brother Aji style. Everyone fought more than a dozen times and was the most fierce soldier. The other party dared to come up with him, and his expression was so calm. He couldn't help but look at Zhu Yinglong again, and then clasped his fists and said, "I am Dorgon. I heard that Mr. Long had a batch of salt and tea bricks?"

"Yes, but there are not many, only half left." Zhu Yinglong answered honestly.

"How about selling it to me?" Dorgon said.

"No problem." Zhu Yinglong responded with a smile.

Dorgon looked at the group behind Zhu Yinglong and said, "Brother Long is a good person!"

"I can't compare to your cavalry!" Zhu Yinglong responded lightly.

"They are not my Dorgon's cavalry!" Dorgon's expression suddenly faded.

Zhu Yinglong suddenly remembered that although Dorgon had fifteen Niulu, he was not the banner owner and had no actual power. He was excluded from Nurhaci's sons and was depressed and unsuccessful. No wonder he had such an expression, but it was somewhat similar to his own situation.

"As sooner or later they will be your cavalry!" Zhu Yinglong looked at Dorgon with a smile and said with certainty.

Dorgon's eyes lit up and he returned to his glory: "Brother Long said it well. Sooner or later, they will be my Dorgon's cavalry!"

"Our deal?" Zhu Yinglong asked with a smile.

"Brother Long has the final say!" The two looked at each other and smiled. Dorgon looked at Zhu Yinglong with his eyes and said, "Brother Long is not an ordinary private salt dealer!"

Zhu Yinglong went up without showing any weakness and said with a smile: "When we meet again, should I call you Mr. Beile?"

"That's certain!" Dorgon looked into the distant sky and said with a firm expression.
Chapter completed!