Huang Taiji got tangled. [No pop-ups. If you promise, you will become the sword of the Ming Emperor, and if you don't agree, the tribe will disappear.

So say yes? If I promise, I can still live, and I can lead everyone to the west, but this road is destined to be full of bumps and thorns, destined to be bloody, and I don't know how many people will die on the road.

Yes, a lot of people will die, Aobai will die, Azig will die, Zilharang will die, Yuetuo will die, Dolgon will die, Hailanzhu... Also to die, many people will die on this road.

Since it is destined to die, why bother, and it is to die in a poor place like the grassland Gobi, although the Ming Emperor destroyed the tribe, but he is not a person to kill, and the people who stay may still be able to live. Hai Lanzhu can also live, with her beauty, she may be able to live well.

The thought of this calmed his heart.

"Kill me!" Huang Taiji closed his eyes and made a decision.

"Oh, kill you?" Zhu Youxiao looked at him with a smile, this answer was not out of his expectations, how could Huang Taiji's generation become a puppet of others for others to drive.

"Don't you think about it?" Zhu Youxiao continued to ask.

Huang Taiji raised his head and stared at Emperor Ming carefully, the other party's smile made him a little hairy, but he still shook his head firmly and repeated, "You kill me!" ”

After saying that, he closed his eyes again, looking unwilling to talk.

"Hehe, take it down, take care of it." Zhu Youxiao didn't say anything more, but just asked people to escort Huang Taiji down.

Then he looked at the circle of generals around him and issued the final order, "The whole army is dispatched to level the Jurchens." ”

"Yes!" The generals replied with a bang.

Subsequently, the entire army set off and pounced on Qiqihar like a tiger descending from a mountain.

Whether it is a nomadic people, or a fishing and hunting people, they are not good at building cities at all, and they do not have this habit, so thousands of years later, there are only two cities on the Mongolian steppe, and they are all on the flat land where there is no pass to handle, and the Qiqihar city built by the Jurchens is also like this.

He was located by the river, which was convenient for the tribe to drink, and there was no danger around it, and more importantly, their city, or stockade, was made entirely of wood, not stone.

With this walled city as the center, a large number of people gathered, distributed within a range of more than ten miles, and everyone was lazily nested in the shack, lying in a daze. Qingzhuang went hunting or chopping wood and fetching water, and those who stayed here were some women and children and the old and weak of Horqin, when the Jianzhou Jurchens abandoned the old and weak, where Horqin did not go, they had enough time to take it away.

The entire realm is completely a scene after the catastrophe, silent and dead. Theme 1 When Zhu Youxiao's large army stepped on, the city was a little angry, and many people got up one after another and looked around, they secretly felt in their hearts that this voice was different from the one brought out by the Great Khan, it was much bigger.

Soon, the different colors and flags of the Ming army appeared in their field of vision, and the rumbling sound of horses' hooves rushed towards them obliquely.

"Enemy attack!" This thought came to the minds of many people in vain.

It's just that they don't know what to do, there is to maintain order, and the green shape that stayed behind wanted to rush up to stop it, but just as his body moved, he was pulled by his relatives nearby.

There were also some former Mongolian nobles who still kept their horses, and when they saw that something was wrong, they immediately turned over their horses and tried to escape, but before they could run a few steps, there was a bang of gunshots, and the fleeing people were knocked down.

Of course, there are also some who manage to escape, and there are scouts who immediately go to hunt them down.

However, in addition to these, the gathering place was unexpectedly calm, and there was no hindrance at all to allow the soldiers to take over the order, without the slightest difficulty.

Of course, this is only on the edge, and the closer you get to the middle, the greater the resistance, the more resistance there will be, and the more regular soldiers will be left here, until a fierce battle breaks out in the Qiqihar walled city.

Those who can live here are the core of the Jianzhou Jurchens, the nobles of Horqin, the headmen, the Baylor, the Tai and whatever, they themselves have a noble status, have authority, and have great prestige, in addition to the 30,000 soldiers of the Eight Banners who stayed behind, they even recruited 20,000 Qingxiang to help defend.

Facing the walled city full of people and piling up countless materials to defend the city, Zhu Youxiao just smiled contemptuously, they are still the routine of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, don't you know that now that the Ming Dynasty has already developed into the age of firearms, who is stupid with you?

"Get on the cannon!"

Soon, hundreds of mortars were put out, and the stubby muzzles were aimed at the sky, but this stout guy, for some reason, seeing so many together, always made people unconsciously feel a chrysanthemum tight, and his heart was a little chilling.

"Fire!"

Rumble! Rumble! Boom Boom!

Hundreds of cannons were fired at the same time, and the cylindrical shells, in addition to the breeches, began to roll in the sky, and after crossing a parabola, they fell around the walls of the stockade.

Bang!

The sound of a violent explosion was remembered as the running slip landed.

Zhu Youxiao's various productions are developing in the direction of modularization, such as this cannon, there is a scale on the fuse, and there is also a mortar's bracket, when the elevation angle is small, a section of the fuse is cut, so that they match each other, and when the shell is implemented, it will explode about three seconds later.

The power of the explosion of hundreds of oversized grenades made the Jurchens defending the city stunned for a while, but before they could react, hundreds more were launched, and another violent rumble sounded.

"Mom!" At this time, they reacted, and the green form ran first, and the soldiers were better, knowing how to find a lot of places, but these actions were useless in front of the cannon that was assembled.

The rumbling explosion lasted for ten rounds, and Zhu Youxiao didn't care about the consumption at all, but wanted to deeply engrave this kind of heavenly punishment-like power on the surrounding Jurchen captives. These people will eventually be put back, and their opinions will affect others around them and the next generation.

When these impressions were solidified, this tribe did not dare to do more with the Han people for hundreds of years. And looking at the awe-inspiring eyes of those Jurchens, Zhu Youxiao knew that his prestige had succeeded.

Heavy smoke filled the sky over the walled city, and when the smoke cleared, everyone was presented with a ruin-like scene, collapsed wood, raging flames, and fallen corpses, no matter how you look at it, it is a scene of the end of the world.

Due to Zhu Youxiao's intentional control, these ten rounds of salvos were placed near the city wall, and did not extend inside, he was afraid of killing Hai Lanzhu, otherwise he would be annoyed if he had no chips to force Huang Taiji, originally if Dolgon grew up, it would be fine to have him, but unfortunately, now Dolgon is just a ten-year-old little kid, what can he do.

"Into town!"

The whole stockade is quite simple, that is, some wooden houses, after the bombardment just now, the army has long been scattered, and only some generals Belle Tai and his side will still have some resistance.

Sure enough, after the hoplites acted as meat shields and entered these houses, fierce shouts of killing soon broke out, and the musketeers who heard it at the back door immediately came to their aid, and the gunfire continued to sound, but it did not take long to calm down, and it was obvious that this resistance was not long and of no standard, and it was suppressed at once.

"Your Majesty, Qiqihar has been controlled, and everyone is being escorted here." About half an hour later, Zhang Shize came to report.

"Well, bring someone here!" Soon, a large group of men were escorted by the soldiers, and hoplites in heavy armor and armed with Miao knives pressed against them, while groups of musketeers stood guard on the perimeter, and if anyone was wrong, they would immediately come and shoot.

The accuracy of the smoothbore gun at a range of ten meters is still credible.

The group of people in front of them, the old people, the young children, the women who were still dressed in bright clothes, and the generals and nobles who were covered in dust, obviously, they were the core of this tribe, the family and relatives of Huang Taiji.

Zhu Youxiao is dressed in a military uniform, and there is no difference between the clothes and the soldiers around him, the only difference is the mark on the rank on the shoulder, and the others are stars, but he is different, it is a dragon ornament. Judging from his calm bearing and the respectful attitude of the people around him, this person's status is not trivial.

Soon, thinking of the commander of the Ming Dynasty army this time, some people guessed Zhu Youxiao's identity.

"You are the emperor of the Ming Dynasty?" Soon, a stout and unusually stout man dressed as a general asked in a stinging manner, and the disrespect in his tone made the surrounding soldiers immediately look at him angrily, but he didn't see that he was still staring at Zhu Youxiao.

"That's right, I'm Emperor Zhu Youxiao of the Ming Dynasty, are you?" Zhu Youxiao walked up to him and asked.

"You despicable villain, what kind of man are you with a firearm, you don't accept it, you don't accept it!" Ao Bai struggled and roared, he was tied with ropes, and the struggle was futile.

"Hehe, don't accept it, what kind of thing are you, Lao Tzu wants you to obey!" Listening to this kind of remarks, Zhu Youxiao sneered in vain, and without saying a word, he directly took out the short gun on his waist, opened the insurance, and shot Ao Bai's head.

Bang!

Dou Da's head was shot directly at close range, and the huge lead bullet directly opened Aobai's skull, and the slurry inside splashed, and all the red and white were sprinkled on the other people's bodies.

The scene was calm, and all the captives looked at them in a daze, completely stunned by Zhu Youxiao's sharp and decisive means.

Zhu Youxiao didn't speak, he redid his position, what he did, only the Han people can comment, these aliens are not qualified to speak.

Yes!

When he returned to his position, the screams sounded one after another, and the high-pitched and piercing voice made Zhu Youxiao's heart irritable.

"Shut up!"

His words were very effective, and all of a sudden those people quieted down, and many people couldn't control themselves, but they were afraid that Zhu Youxiao would open the killing ring, so he directly covered his mouth with his hand, and choked silently.

"Who is Hai Lanzhu?" Zhu Youxiao looked at the tragic situation of these Jurchen nobles with great interest, this phenomenon made him feel a sense of historical revenge, only a sense of guilt or something, that was not the slightest, they had done something to the Han people, and it was better than this.

The three massacres in Jiading, the ten days in Yangzhou, and so on, every Chinese remember them tightly.