"Starling?"

Dolgon, who rushed out a few steps before reacting, blushed and couldn't help but scream. The young man's unique sharp voice, the piercing Huang Taiji's eardrums are a drum.

"What, Old Fourteen, the loss is great?"

Startled by Dolgon's cries, Huang Taiji's face became more and more gloomy.

Although Dolgon was young, the pro-army left by the old Khan Nurhachi remained in his white flag. Dolgon's positive white flag combat power is also one of the best in the Jurchen Eight Banners.

Such a battle-hardened white flag to serve as a striker, although the flag owner is a little young, but he shouldn't have suffered heavy losses and gained nothing?

It can be said that if this happens, then Huang Taiji's worldview will be subverted.

This time the arrangement is the front of the white flag, and Huang Taiji is by no means just to reward Dolgon for his help. Huang Taiji also wants to use the sharp blade of the white flag to test the current combat effectiveness of the Ming army.

After all, the real combat strength of the Ningyuan Ming Army, who made the old Khan Nurha, return with a feather, and Huang Taiji, who did not participate in the Ningyuan War last year, really don't know the bottom.

"Great Khan, what's the loss!" Dorgon, who had returned to his senses, remembered the title of Great Khan again. Don't look at his young age, but Dolgon is the one who pays the most attention to these titles among all the banner lords of Houjin.

"Great Khan, these bright pigs can't even catch up with the deer, we can't even see their faces, where is the loss of my white flag?"

After explaining, Dolgon cried out unwillingly: "If you don't see it, you won't be able to see the faces of those bright pigs." How could the Great Khan, me, my brother, have nothing to gain. ”

"No gains, no losses?"

Ignoring the excited Dolgon, Huang Taiji whispered softly in his mouth, and casually urged the horse to move forward. Huang Taiji also quickly made a judgment on the current situation in his heart.

It seems that the Ming army has all retracted into the city and played a strong wall for him.

It's just that the Ming army is so confident that Dajin will not be able to break through their city?

In last year's battle, holding Ningyuan City gave the Ming army so much confidence?

Looking back at the towering Jinzhou City, Huang Taiji felt that he understood the strangeness of the Ming army now. The Ming army obviously gave up the outside of the city completely and wanted to defend the city.

This is in trouble!

Huang Taiji urged the horse forward, and his brows furrowed high on his gloomy face.

How to siege the city?

Huang Taiji felt that the Ming army really gave him a big problem.

At the head of Jinzhou City, Zhao led his hands to build a pergola and look at the Houjin camp in the distance.

The Houjin camp under the city is a little far away from the city, and Zhao Shujiao looks at it from a distance, and the boundaries of the Houjin camp are a little blurry, and everything in the camp is even more invisible.

However, as a veteran who has been fighting horses for many years and has rich experience, Zhao Shujiao still roughly judged the strength of the Houjin attack from the size of the Houjin camp and the smoke and dust raised.

It has to be 100,000 people, right?

The preliminary judgment made in his heart made Zhao Shujiao's heart sink uncontrollably.

Tartar is afraid that this is pouring out of the nest, right?

Seeing that the enemy was so powerful, the last trace of luck in Zhao Shujiao's heart also flew away without a trace at this moment.

Tartar is really giving face! It took so many troops to give the old man a funeral!

There was no emotion on his face, but Zhao Shujiao's heart couldn't help but smile bitterly. Although he had already made up his mind to die, so many Tartars still made Zhao Shujiao feel a little frightened.

In the first battle of Liaoyang, Zhao Shujiao had personally experienced the power of the elite soldiers of the Jurchen Eight Banners. In that battle, if it weren't for the desperate fighting of the soldiers under his command, he Zhao Shujiao was afraid that it would be difficult to fight out of Liaoyang City. In that battle, the powerful combat power shown by the elite soldiers of the Jurchen Eight Banners made Zhao Shujiao unforgettable. In Liaoyang, there were only tens of thousands of Jurchen Tartars. Now......

Zhao Shujiao raised his head and looked at the Houjin camp in the distance again.

Now, the forces used by this Jurchen Tartar have doubled that of Liaoyang, and the city of Jinzhou, which has not been built for a long time, is far less tall and sturdy than the Liaoyang City that has been in operation for a long time in the Ming Dynasty. After adding and subtracting these two, how long can he Zhao rate the sect in Jinzhou City?

"Whatever!"

As soon as the pessimistic mood in his heart appeared, Zhao Shujiao immediately gritted his teeth fiercely: "It doesn't matter how long he can hold on?" This can be kept for a day. Anyway, the old man will not leave Jinzhou even if he dies this time. ”

The determination to die in his heart has been decided, and Zhao Shujiao is relieved. The pressure of the Tartar crowd could no longer affect his mind.

Zhao Shujiao, whose mentality had returned to normal, hurriedly looked around at the Ming army soldiers beside him. As he expected, Zhao Shujiao saw nervousness on the faces of all the Ming soldiers in the city.

Nervous? That's normal.

Veteran Zhao Shujiao had a smile on his face. He smiled and asked Zhu Mei, the deputy general beside him, "General Zhu, I heard that last year, the old slave led more than 100,000 Tartars, but he also failed to capture Ningyuan?" ”

Zhu Mei, the deputy general who experienced the battle of Ningyuan last year, knew the meaning of the song when she heard it. He laughed loudly and replied: "Mr. Zhao doesn't know, last year, that old slave led more than 100,000 Tartars to attack Ningyuan, and we beat him up. If he hadn't run fast, we would have killed him under Ningyuan City. ”

Zhu Mei's loud laughter fell into the ears of the Ming army at the head of the city, and the faces of all the Ming soldiers were suddenly relieved.

Yes, last year, the most powerful old slave Tartar led more than 100,000 Tartars to capture Ningyuan, which shows that the Tartars really can't attack the city. Now the most powerful old slave Tartar is dead, can the Tartar be even more powerful than last year?

At the same time, in the Houjin camp, in the golden tent of the Great Khan, Huang Taiji asked in a very solemn tone: "Tong Yangxing, was it the same when you attacked Ningyuan last year?" ”

"Yes, Great Khan."

After carefully recalling for a while, Tong Yangxing's face was unusually ugly and replied: "Great Khan, when I attacked Ningyuan last year, I remember that our army had a little harvest in Jinyou at that time. After entering the Ningyuan Realm, just like now, no supplies could be found.

I remember that at that time, under the city of Ningyuan, it was cold, but it was difficult for the army to find firewood and grass. ”

Speaking of this, Tong Yangxing's face suddenly changed greatly: "Great Khan, we should attack the city as soon as possible." The Ming army now has all the grain and grass in the city. If we can't capture Jinzhou as soon as possible, I'm afraid..."

"Tong Yangxing, do you think our newly built Eight Banners of the Han Army are sure to attack the city?"

Without waiting for Tong Yangxing to finish speaking, Huang Taiji interrupted his words.

Huang Taiji knew very well what Tong Yangxing was going to say, and he also knew that Tong Yangxing was telling the truth. But at this moment, he couldn't let Tong Yangxing say it.

The army has reached the city, and now it must not be dampened.

Anyway, let's talk about the siege first.

Huang Taiji never believed that his army of more than 100,000 would not be able to take the lonely city of Jinzhou.