In the second year of Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty, it was half the night of October 26.

When the capital was still in a peaceful place, Dolgon led his army to take Xifengkou.

1,367 Ming sergeants were all killed.

Dolgon swung his knife and cut off the head of the last Ming sergeant, wiped the blood on the knife on his worn jacket, and ordered, "Count the battle damage." ”

After a stick of incense, a Baoyi Aha walked over: "Lord Belle, a total of 621 people were killed in battle, and ....... were seriously wounded."

Hearing that the number was as high as six hundred and twenty-one, Dolgon angrily slashed the Han slave to death, and roared in a low voice: "Two more Niu Lu." ”

The battle losses exchanged between the Eight Banners and the Ming Army were normally one to ten, but the battle of Xifengkou soared to one to two, and the dead were all the most elite Eight Banner soldiers, and Dolgon almost gritted his teeth.

However, when he stood on the Great Wall and looked at the vast Central Plains, where there were countless Zhuangzi fields, the anger in his chest calmed down a little: "Give up building a battlefield." ”

"Inform all the children of the Eight Banners, rest for half a pillar of incense, and everyone travel lightly and follow Benbeile to attack Zunhua City."

In the second year of Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty, the fourth day of November.

The capital is still a song and dance, and Huang Taiji led the Eight Banners to conquer Zunhua.

18,210 Ming soldiers were killed in battle, and the general soldier Zhao led the teaching force to die in battle.

The emperor sat in the big tent of the Chinese army and asked calmly: "How many children of the Eight Banners have died in the battle?" ”

Baoyi Ahha, who was standing next to him, opened the booklet in his hand and replied: "Great Khan, 4,211 Jurchen warriors were killed in battle. ”

Huang Taiji stood up suddenly, his fingers pressed on the bloodstained city, and his teeth clenched.

Fourteen cows!

Zhenghongqi is only twenty-five cows.

However, when he looked at the distant hinterland of the Central Plains, he seemed to have seen countless pieces of silver and grain beckoning to him, and his mood was finally better.

It didn't take long for Dolgon, who was covered in blood, to drag a string of heads and walk up to the city: "Fourth brother, there are still hundreds of thousands of Ming Dynasty people in the city, how to deal with it." ”

Huang Taiji said lightly and left the city.

"Those who are not of my race will have different hearts, and they will all be killed."

In the second year of Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty, November 12.

The Eight Banners met their old enemy Yuan Chonghuan in Jizhou City, and fought for three days, and the Eight Banners were defeated in all three battles.

Huang Taiji left behind the corpses of the Eight Banners of Seven Niu Lu, bypassed Jizhou, and arrived near Deshengmen in the capital on the 20th.

The surprise attack on the capital of the Ming Dynasty took a total of twenty-four days.

But in this short period of 24 days, the Eight Banners killed a total of 23 Niu Lu, almost destroying one banner.

I'm afraid the Eight Banners will have to change their names in the future.

On the fertile plains.

Huang Taiji sat on a tall horse, looking at the Zhuangzi field that he had been thinking about for an unknown number of years, forgetting his grief for a while, and a great sense of pride and accomplishment welled up in his chest.

For today's moment, twenty-three Niu Lu were killed in battle, but it was all worth it.

The Baylors who commanded the Eight Banners saw one after another Eight Banners die tragically in front of them, and they were distressed that they couldn't eat for several days.

Today, the Baylors rode tall horses and stood on the fertile land of Daming, looking at the countless rich Zhuangzi fields at their fingertips.

Eating dry food in large gulps, this kind of inferior food that they usually don't look at, has become the most delicious thing in the world with the mountain of grain in front of them.

It is worth it to die twenty-three more cows.

Huang Taiji suddenly raised the Shun knife in his hand and pointed diagonally ahead.

The Belle bezels in the back, as well as all the Eight Banner disciples, looked at the sword with blazing eyes.

The Shun knife in Huang Taiji's hand swung down violently, and shouted passionately and generously.

"Go, go and rob, there are countless Zhuangzi fields, and there are countless treasures and grains buried in them."

"Jurchen warriors, let's start a great feast!"