"Bastard thing!"

Nurhachi could no longer hold back the anger that poured out.

He loved Amin very much, and he always felt that Amin was even closer to his own temperament than his own sons.

Otherwise, he would not have accepted Amin as his adopted son and treated it as his own.

Nurhachi's anger, Amin understood in an instant, and was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, trembling constantly.

"You obviously didn't listen to the advice of your subordinates, entered the army without authorization, and were lured to the wilderness by that Cao Wenzhao, and surrounded and defeated!" Nurhachi looked at him and shouted and cursed:

"Xiong Tingbi used a little trick to defeat my most courageous Zhenghuang Banner guard!"

"Amin, how can you still say these words in the tent of Ben Khan, in front of the kings of Belle, without blushing or panting?"

Fan Wencheng guessed in his heart that Nurhachi would not be able to kill Amin.

So he rolled his eyes and stepped forward to persuade:

"Great Khan, Erbeile is also an unintentional mistake, even if Zhuge is alive, I am afraid that I would not expect that the Liaoyang Ming army would fall out of the city."

"Xiong Tingbi knows that he is not against my big gold, and he is fighting for his life."

And when he had said this, all the remaining kings of Belle began to persuade him.

Huang Taiji very much hoped that Nurhachi could kill Amin, but he also knew that this was impossible, after all, Amin was the only seedling of Shulhaqi.

As a gesture of appreciation, he was the first to stand up and say:

"You stupid pig, don't you ask your father Khan for guilt!"

Ah Min glanced at Huang Taiji excitedly, not noticing the disdain in the other party's eyes.

He took two steps on his knees, knocked his head twice, and said with an urn sound:

"Father Khan, kill me!"

"I was defeated in the field at the hands of the Ming people and buried the elite Zhenghuang Banner, which is a shame for Dajin and an insult to the prestige of the Great Khan, kill me to correct military law!"

After speaking, he said that he remembered his father Shulhaqi, and he cried so much that he burst into tears.

Hu Erhan, one of the five ministers, couldn't stand it anymore at this time, he sighed heavily, and said:

"When you were fighting against Yehe, you rebelled with your father, and the Great Khan couldn't bear to see Shuerhaqi cut off the Miao lineage, so he pardoned you regardless of public opinion and accepted you as a righteous son."

"Now, the Great Khan has made you two of the four great beylers, and he has repeatedly shown kindness and paid you with heavy troops, so much love can be learned from heaven and earth!"

Someone also said:

"Yes! Erbael, are you not satisfied! ”

"Great Khan, pardon Erbeile this time!"

"The opponents are Xiong Tingbi and Cao Wenzhao, if you change any of you here, you can't say that you will definitely not be tricked!"

Nurhachi was in a dilemma.

On the one hand, it makes no sense that Amin was able to escape back from the siege this time, and on the other hand, he really loves this reckless son.

Nurhachi did not reply for a long time, and there was a brief silence in the tent.

After a long time, he bowed his head and waved his hand:

"Well, you don't have to persuade you."

"Amin, Ben Khan will spare you from dying, and you don't need to lead any more troops, so you will hand over the big seal of the Yellow Flag!"

Amin hurriedly put the big seal back with both hands, and said with tears in his eyes:

"Thank you Uncle Khan for not killing!"

Nurhachi didn't look at him, so as not to show the disappointment on his face, and turned to look at Fan Wencheng and said:

"Sir, you will draft an edict on behalf of Ben Khan, confiscate Amin's Ahha, Nikan and his subordinates, and listen to them with the camp to see the after-effects."

"As for when to attack Liaoyang... Alas! ”

Nurhachi's originally happy expression disappeared completely, and the relaxed atmosphere in the court tent became dull again, and he was silent for a long time before he continued:

"After this defeat, Zhenghuang Banner is unbearable to fight again, and it needs to be rebuilt."

"The Ming army knows that our army is fine, it has just won a big victory, its morale is flourishing, and Liaoyang is a big city, so it can't be defeated for a while, so it's still a class teacher!"

When the words landed, everyone was shocked.

Huang Taiji came out and said: "Father Khan, what our army has gained in this battle is far less than the previous estimate, and I am afraid that this class will have an impact on the morale of the soldiers of the Eight Banners." ”

When everyone admonished, only Fan Wencheng didn't say a word.

Nurhachi looked at him and asked:

"What is the gentleman thinking?"

Fan Wencheng said with a smile: "Great Khan, the slave is thinking, the Ming army also thinks that our army has suffered this defeat at this time, and it must be a teacher, if you come to him, he will plan and send someone to negotiate peace!" ”

......

On the post road from Liaodong to Beijing, a fast horse is galloping.

Although this horse had just changed trains at the express shop half a day ago, it was exhausted and panting constantly after galloping all the way here.

Immediately, the messenger seemed to be completely unaware of it, and had no pity for the mount, and desperately waved his whip to drive the mount forward.

Turning a mountain bend, a majestic pass appeared in front of me.

Looking from afar, there is a huge arrow tower standing on the city tower, and a few big characters are written under the arrow tower - the first pass in the world.

Above the city pass, there is a member of the general duty guard.

The sabers and spears of the soldiers of the border army glittered in the sunlight, but for half a day, there were a few people who took a nap with their guns.

When the messenger saw that he had arrived at Shanhaiguan, he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

He rode his horse to the bottom of the city, and before he could speak, he was awakened by the galloping wind of his horses.

Put the total subconscious drink asks:

"Stop, who's coming!"

The messenger jumped off his horse and snapped:

"Eight hundred miles to Beijing urgent, quickly let me enter the customs, prepare the horse at the west gate!"

As soon as he spoke, but when he heard a wail, the messenger turned away, and saw that the tired horse was exhausted and collapsed, foaming at the mouth.

After all, he had some eyesight, and after all, he looked up and down, and soon realized that this person was the messenger of the Liaodong Jingluo Yamen, who was responsible for passing important documents between Beijing and Liao, and hurriedly ordered the opening and closing.

The messenger had already heard the sound of the drawbridge being opened, and without saying a few words to the general who had hurried down to the city, he ran to the west gate without stopping.

Along the way, he met the post station in Shanhaiguan, saying that he had prepared wine and food, and asked him to rest overnight after using it, and then leave tomorrow.

The messenger ran past Yi Cheng like a gust of wind, and clenched his fists again and again:

"Now that the border war is tight, after a little explanation, this newspaper cannot be delayed for a moment, thank you for your kindness, take some dry food and pickles, and eat while walking!"

"It's just that the next post station is still far away, and I beg the adults to choose a good horse!"

When the Yicheng heard the words "the border is tight", his heart tightened, and he hurriedly replied: "You don't have to worry about everything, the bread and braised pork are ready-made, bring more to the Shangcha." ”

"As for the strength of the feet, there is no need to worry about the difference. Even if it is an urgent report, you have to choose two good horses for the errand, and it is easy to transfer on the way! ”

In a short time, the horses and dry food were ready, and although the post was in a higher position, he was still polite, intent on currying favor with the messenger of the Jingluo Mansion.

Before leaving, he also specially gave a small pot of cooked wine, saying that it was to quench his thirst on the road.

The messenger thanked him and mounted his horse and galloped away.

Yi Cheng watched the messenger go away, leaving a line of flying dust, shook his head and muttered:

"First Fushun, then Qinghe. If the first half of the third year of the beginning of the year has not passed today, Liaoshen has suffered another military disaster, and the Fuyuwei War has just fallen. ”

One person approached and sneered: "I have to destroy the Jiannu clan!" ”

Yi Cheng turned his head and saw that it was Gao Di, the chief soldier of Shanhaiguan, so he gave up his hand and left without saying more.

......

Liaodong's urgent report was sent to Beijing one stop at a time.

About two days later, the riding messenger changed six new mounts, and only then entered from the Yongding Gate, and kept sending the urgent report to the desk of Cui Chengxiu, the secretary of the military department.