"Your Majesty, it's time to eat."

As soon as Xiao Guizi said goodbye and left, the two imperial chefs brought a carefully prepared breakfast.

Zhu Youxiao will not treat himself badly, when he drove the expedition, the army brought two skilled imperial chefs, all kinds of dishes and pastries from all over the world, and changed the tricks to make them.

I came and went, and I encountered a rebirth that was not one in a billion, so I had to enjoy it to be worthy of myself.

Meimei ate breakfast, rested for a while, asked someone to bring a few blank holy decrees, wrote two secret decrees, explained the two big golden eagles for a while, watched their big wings flutter slightly, instantly rushed into the sky, and then disappeared.

Two secret letters, one is a letter to Hong'er, the commander of the Broken Army Corps, asking her to seize the time to clean up the entire Sichuan and completely control it after entering Sichuan.

While vigorously promoting the two basic national policies of the empire, it is necessary to do a good job in the border defense of all sides in Sichuan, so as to put an end to the involvement of Naxi Liang and Nanming.

Whoever stretches out their hands and feet and wants to hit the idea of Sichuan, they will immediately chop it up.

Another secret decree was to give Sun Chuanting an order to deal with Goguryeo affairs as soon as possible, come to join him, and by the way, serve as the commander-in-chief of the decisive battle with Huang Taiji.

A great talent like Sun Chuanting, staying in the Goguryeo region, is really overkill, and he must be burdened.

Commanding a large army to fight a war, you are not good at it, and professional things should still be left to professionals, so it is reasonable.

Now there are still ten days before the convergence of the four armies, and of course he will not be so idle.

He decided to take the soldiers of the Guards Firearms Brigade all the way north according to the plan to capture the Huangniwa and Changsheng Fort in the northwest of Liaoyang City, and destroy the only two strongholds in the northwest of Liaoyang City.

These two military forts were built in the first year of Yongle and belonged to two medium and large military forts.

According to the report of the scouts who came out, because the two military forts were located in the hinterland of the large rear of the Tartars, they were not rebuilt, but only repaired.

Now the garrisons of the two military forts are less than the Changning Fort and Changding Fort that fell in the first battle yesterday.

They were stationed with a Tartar soldier of Niu Lu, and about a thousand clothed minions.

However, the distance is quite long, and when the army marches for a while, and reaches the yellow mud puddle, it is estimated that it will be at least dusk.

To capture the Yellow Mud Depression before dark, it is necessary to make another night march and attack the Changsheng Fort in the middle of the night.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, after capturing the only two strongholds northwest of Liaoyang City, the soldiers of the Guards Firearms Brigade will have to rest.

Then, it is just waiting for a big battle with Huang Taiji against the king.

The winner of the battle is decided, let's see if Huang Taiji has the courage to come to meet him.

Huang Taiji is now bound to be in a dilemma and ambiguous.

If he doesn't fight, after this Liaoyang City, it will be Shengjing City, where can he avoid it again?

It would be better if he chose to go to war, and if they were crushed in a battle, it would be up to them to see if they would run away.

At three o'clock in the morning, the officers and men of the Firearms Brigade of the Guards Army had already completed the formation of the army, and with Zhu Youxiao taking the lead with the T54, the army "rumbled" out of Changding Fort and began to march rapidly towards the north.

Because the officers and men of the firearms brigade have now become all-cavalry units, they are still equipped with one man and three horses, and even the logistics troops are all riding war horses and driving four-wheeled carriages, so the marching speed of the troops is extremely fast.

After a while, the army was already far away, and there were only 1,000 logistics troops left in this Changding Fort to carry out the aftermath work.

……

"What did you say?"

Huang Taiji sat in front of the hall of the City Lord's Mansion in Liaoyang City, his two big chubby hands, grasping the armrests of the tiger skin chairs on both sides, and shouted loudly to Erbeile Daishan not far in front of him.

His face was flushed now, and he was panting heavily, and the sound of heavy panting filled the large conference room.

In the current conference room hall, the main generals of the two yellow flags, the positive red flag, and the blue flag are all there.

On the left side of the civil official, Fan Wencheng, a super hardcore traitor, is also there.

And at the end of the military attaché's ranks, Li Yongfang, a super hardcore traitor, is also there.

Not only is he here, but also his sons, including Li Shutai, who escaped before, are also standing behind Li Yongfang. Baixiao

Now everyone is bowing their eyebrows and standing slightly, not even daring to take a breath.

Everyone knows that today's Huang Taiji is like a 300-kilogram gunpowder keg that is about to explode, and it will explode at one point!

At this time, if anyone dares to talk nonsense, they will inevitably be killed on the spot by the angry Huang Taiji as a scapegoat, killing chickens and monkeys.

Huang Taiji never imagined that he had evacuated almost all the materials in Daikin and spent a lot of manpower and material resources to build a perfect "steel" defense line, but he actually lost it all in three days!

In order to build this huge line of defense across the east and west, it can be said that almost all the domestic mobile materials and money and food were spent, and even the domestic clansmen almost tightened their belts and cut back on food and clothing.

But now, I received an urgent battle report, and hurriedly took almost all the soldiers of the two yellow flags, and just arrived in Liaoyang City, I ushered in this thunderbolt on a sunny day!

It's not just that the defense line has been lost, and now even the Zhenglan Banner has been wiped out, and the other three flags are also more than half of the personnel and horses!

As for those coated minions, the losses are even more incalculable, this is ...... Where is this still a defeat?

This is simply the rhythm of being exterminated by the hundreds of thousands of new troops of the Ming Empire!

Even the two Yellow Banners, three adult horses, and four Gushan Ezhen who were sent out to supervise the battle by themselves also lost nearly half!

"It's over!"

"The Great Golden Kingdom is going to be finished from now on!"

Huang Taiji has always thought that since he grew up, he has been doing things smoothly, as if he has the help of heaven and earth, everything he wants to come true, and he will definitely be able to achieve a great cause of heaven and earth.

Originally, it was still developing towards this model, the Dajin Kingdom became stronger and stronger under its own leadership, and the Ming Dynasty next door was getting older and more unbearable, and it may not be able to enter the Central Plains in the future and replace the Ming Empire.

In the future, the vast and fertile Central Plains land should also be enjoyed by himself and his people.

Han people, what's the use of more?

Infighting is the temperament of the Han people that goes deep into the bone marrow, and it is their bloodline inheritance.

"Inner King and Outer Saint" is their motto.

Where is the opponent of the scattered Han Empire, these united and brave warriors?

Moreover, those almost endless Han people love traitor slaves the most.

In the Han Empire, there are many loyal ministers and good generals in all dynasties, but there are more traitors and slaves, and there are as many traitors as they want to be slaves for themselves.

The number of people in his own Dajin Kingdom is too small to rule such a large empire?

There are countless traitors, big and small, who come to be the slaves of their own warriors, there are many people and great strength, what else can't be done or can't be done?

Just look at Fan Wencheng, Li Yongfang and others in front of you, how honored it is for these real traitors who lick dogs to be slaves for themselves?

This kind of person treats his original clansmen of the Ming Empire like tigers and wolves, like life and death enemies.

But when they treat themselves as foreigners, they are really licking dogs, shaking their heads and tails all day long.

It can be said that the warriors of the clan often whipped them with whips, beating them all over blood, and they were also happy.

Afterwards, throwing a bone to gnaw on them can be appeased, and then they will naturally vent their anger on those clansmen of the Ming Empire.

Let's put it this way, the Dajin Kingdom has been able to develop so smoothly in recent years, and these traitors have made great efforts.

Including in the Ming Empire before August last year, most of the civil and military officials, in which year would they not send a large amount of grain, grass, salt and iron and other materials to the Dajin Kingdom in a half-sold and half-sent manner, so as to curry favor with themselves and keep a hand for them in the future?

Without the concerted efforts of these people, it would be very good not to starve to death in their own Dajin country, let alone great development.

However, since August last year, after the little emperor of the Ming Empire recovered from a serious illness, his temperament changed greatly, and he immediately went on a killing spree, so that when people were still inexplicable, the Ming Empire had completely changed.

Now, hundreds of thousands of strong troops of the Ming Empire have actually hit their homes, killed nearly thirty percent of the clansmen and warriors, and plundered a large number of war horses, cattle and sheep, and people of their Dajin Kingdom.

The lost half of the territory is even more Moti!

Alas! The more I think about it, the more unwilling I become!

At this time, Huang Taiji's face was blue and red, his heart was lacklustre, and he was truly grief-stricken.