"If there are Manchu Tartars to help, Li Zicheng is definitely not an opponent!"

Liu Fang's expression was straight, and he said in a deep voice: "Wu Sangui's Guanning army and the cavalry of the Tartars are the elite of the world, and if the two join forces, there is no one in the world!"

"Your Highness, the ambition of the Tartar wolf, after entering the customs, will inevitably compete for the world, and we must be ready for the Tartars to attack Huaibei at any time!"

Tan Youdao nodded again and again, and then made a suggestion.

He said: "Zizheng is right, although Huai'an Mansion is good, but the place is still too small, His Royal Highness wants to find an opportunity to take Yangzhou, Fengyang, Luzhou, Anqing, it is best to occupy Jiangbei, have the territory, people, and then recruit soldiers to practice, in the future to block the Tartar iron cavalry!"

Feng Yuan shook his head slightly, what Tan Youdao said was simple, but it was not easy to do.

Fengyang aside, Yangzhou, Luzhou and Anqing are the essence of Jiangbei, even if Chongzhen is willing to give him these territories, those ministers and scholars in Jiangnan will not agree.

"We still have time, come step by step, and occupy Xuzhou first!"

Feng Yuan is not in a hurry now, but he is the most impatient in all major matters, he is ready to fight steadily, first clean up the land of Huaiyang, and train 100,000 soldiers and horses who can go into battle before plotting other territories.

After all, the places such as Fengyang and Luzhou that Tan Youdao mentioned are still the territory of the Ming Dynasty, and after the Tartars go south, he can use the excuse of going to support them to annex them justifiably.

The parts south of the Yangtze River, unlike the north, have not yet encountered fire, and forced capture will inevitably be counterattacked.

Feng Yuan quickly made arrangements based on everyone's suggestions and his own ideas.

Jiang Yingjie led 5,000 men and horses to Xuzhou to sort out the city defense and build a dock fort as the first layer of defense barrier in Huaibei.

Huang Shouzheng led 3,000 men and horses to Shanyang Fucheng to hand over defense to Lu Zhenfei.

Feng Yuan is also preparing to move the center of the palace to the palace city.

After all, Fucheng, located at the heart of the Grand Canal, is the most important place in Lianghuai.

It is also the dividing line between the south and the north, where countless merchant ships and shops gather, Huai merchants, as well as salt merchants in Yangzhou, and wealthy families in the south of the Yangtze River, all set up shops here, making money every day.

These wealthy merchants are all rich and rival the country, but no matter how rich they are, the government will not receive much silver from them.

As the center of river transportation, the annual tax silver can only barely support the officials of Huai'an Prefecture, and the tax silver handed over to the household department is only tens of thousands of taels.

Feng Yuan is not a scholar, nor is he a Chongzhen who cherishes his feathers and cares about his reputation. After he arrived in Fucheng, he would inevitably forcibly clear the land and collect commercial taxes.

Whoever dares to jump out and twitter crookedly will directly press the other party to death.

......

The mountains are like the sea, and the blood seems to be able to dye the white clouds red.

Two armies of soldiers and horses were fighting for their lives on the west side of Shanhaiguan, shouting and killing into the sky, and Li Zicheng and a group of guards stood on a hillside to watch the battle. His face was a little gloomy.

The Shun army had already fought with Wu Sangui's Guanning army for two days and had a slight upper hand, but the Guanning army seemed to have become very tenacious and resisted desperately, causing the Dashun army to suffer serious losses.

General Liu Zongmin is supervising the battle at the front, constantly directing the elite of the old battalion to advance forward. If this continues, no matter how tenacious the Guan Ning army is, it will not be able to escape the result of the rout.

"It doesn't feel right!"

Li Zicheng frowned slightly, although the victory of the Dashun army was imminent, but a trace of foreboding appeared in his heart, and he subconsciously looked to the side, wanting to ask Li Yan for advice.

However, as soon as he turned his head, he suddenly thought that because Niu Jinxing said that the words "Eighteen Sons of the Main Artifact" might be on Li Yan, he did not take him with him when he went on the expedition.

The Tian guard beside him had sharp eyes, and suddenly his face was happy, and he pointed to the front and said. "Look, the king, Guan Ningjun can't stand it!"

Li Zicheng immediately looked up, and sure enough, as Tian Guard's words, Liu Zongmin personally put on his armor and entered the enemy formation with a roar, and in the blink of an eye, he tore a gap.

The spiritual array of the Dashun soldiers behind Liu Zongmin, regardless of the physical strength that had already consumed most of their physical strength, shouted and followed closely.

"Zong Min is really brave!"

Seeing this, Li Zicheng immediately put his mind at ease, as long as he took Shanhaiguan, there would be a barrier to the east of the capital. His throne can also sit securely.

Woooooo

At this moment, the sound of the horn suddenly came from the direction of Shanhaiguan, and Li Zicheng looked at it, only to see the South Water Gate, North Water Gate and Guanzhong Gate of Shanhaiguan three miles away suddenly opened.

Tens of thousands of black iron horsemen surged out. Rush towards the exhausted Dashun army.

As the iron horse stood out, dark clouds appeared in the sky, and a gust of wind howled.

"It's not good, it's a Manchu Tartar!"

Li Zicheng changed color violently.

He finally understood the reason for his uneasiness. It turned out that the Manchu Tartars didn't know when they came to the Shanhaiguan Pass. Regarding the barrier of the wall, the Dashun army failed to find the other party in time.

Kill!

I saw that the Manchu cavalry was divided into two wings, each with 20,000 or 30,000 cavalry, 10,000 horses galloping, arrows like flying locusts, and slammed into the formation of the Dashun army.

For a while, the Dashun soldiers fell to the ground like cutting wheat.

In the field, no one could stop the charge of fifty or sixty thousand cavalry. What's more, the Dashun army has been defeated by the Guanning army and is in a low state.

The Manchu Qing side waited for work with ease and fatigue, and suddenly defeated the Dashun army one after another.

Liu Zongmin roared angrily and greeted him in person, but as a result, random arrows were fired, and the war horse was instantly shot into a hornet's nest. This extremely brave general was also hit by several arrows, and was quickly escorted by his own soldiers and retreated.

Fifty or sixty thousand Manchu cavalry, after rushing back and forth for three formations, the main force of Dashun finally could not withstand it, and the whole army was scattered.

One of the cavalrymen, who seemed to see Li Zicheng watching the battle on the hillside, immediately turned around and rushed towards the hillside.

"King, you can't do anything, let's withdraw quickly!"

A general stepped forward with an anxious look on his face and persuaded him.

Li Zicheng's dark face turned red, and he stood in place and did not move, looking unwilling.

Seeing that he was about to win, he missed the Manchu cavalry and let these Tartars take advantage of it, and when he thought of this, he was full of depression and couldn't spit it out.

"Let's go!"

After seeing that the defeat was irretrievable, he shouted violently, pulled up the reins, and left the hillside with the two thousand soldiers around him.

When retreating, he also joined up with Liu Zongmin and collected some of the defeated troops.

The large number of defeated troops in Dashun slightly blocked the speed of the Manchu cavalry's pursuit, and before the other side formed an encirclement, Li Zicheng and Liu Zongmin and others successfully withdrew.

Perhaps it was because he was encircled and suppressed and fled for his life too many times, and the generals of the Shun army were experienced in retreating and breaking through.

After a tragic battle, Dashun's main force lost most of it, but none of the generals were killed.

For Li Zicheng, the defeat is nothing, as long as the general is not killed, give him some time, he can still regain his strength and pull out another army of soldiers and horses.

He thinks so, but others don't.

As long as the news of the defeat of the Dashun army reaches the capital, those officials who surrendered to Dashun will inevitably have different thoughts in their hearts.

Anyone with a little wisdom can see that the main force of Dashun has lost most of it, and it is no longer able to stop the attack of the Manchu iron cavalry.

Dashun, who had just entered the capital and reached its peak momentum, fell to the bottom after more than a month of hard work.