To say that the Jianzhou Jurchen combat effectiveness is very strong, but Nurhachi started, the most important means is to make the regular soldiers despised, Nurhachi to the Ming Dynasty on the first knife Fushun battle, is to send spies in advance in the city to ignite the fire, open the city gate, this is so smooth, later Kaitie, Guangning, Liaoshen, a series of wars, Jianzhou's spies are all great, the Ming army's important guard of honor The high-walled city turned into the tomb of the Ming army.

In the Battle of Liaoyang, 70,000 people were killed by the Ming army!

Now, Huang Taiji has no chance of winning in the frontal battlefield, which has brought out the old routine of espionage warfare, and he has also sent one of the important cores of Jianzhou, Nurhachi's heir, Belle Dolgon, to the opposite side to persuade him to surrender.

The available room is also the most unstable method of warfare, and it is already the eighth day of continuous confrontation, and more than half of the second month of the war has passed.

Early in the morning, the misty cooking smoke once again wafted over the Qing army camp, and several flag-bearers with red flags fished several spoonfuls around the cauldron, but in the clear and bright rice soup, there were no grains of rice in total, and a bearded veteran smashed the spoon back with a bang.

On the other end, the two Han Eight Banners were tied and pressed to the ground, kowtowing and crying and begging for mercy, but Niu Lu Zuo led Tie Qing with a blue face, without any pity, but shouted loudly in Manchu.

"The emperor has an order, those who steal and kill war horses die! No matter how much you dare to steal and kill the war horse, this is the end!"

As he spoke, he slashed down with a knife at his waist, and in the click sound, two heads flew down one after another, looking at the head that fell to the ground and blinking his eyes, as well as the twisted and spasmodic corpses, a group of Han Eight Banners, and Mongolian Eight Banners are all related.

However, the fear lasted only for a moment, touching the gurgling stomach, and then smelling the smell coming from the tent, the officers munching on the scent of horse meat, and the eyes of the soldiers in hunger became eager and frightened again.

The first time I met such a stingy person as Mao Jue, the wall Qingye even took out the wheat in the mouse hole, and he was already accustomed to grabbing food and drink in the rich land of the Ming Dynasty, and it was also the first time that the Qing army began to run out of food!

Huang Taiji didn't pay attention to these, but the situation in front of him was also the first time that the Manchu Qing Dynasty had encountered it for nearly 30 years.

I played a game with Mao Jue and fought a wave of team battles, the opposite one was not killed, but they were all bloody, they still have an advantage, and they may be wiped out if they have the opportunity to kill five times, and what is even more terrifying is that once they retreat, Dalong will really be lost, as long as the Dongjiang River cannot be pulled out, there will always be a nail behind the Qing Kingdom, and the dream of entering the Central Plains can only be a dream.

Now the hope of the Qing army is to encourage these Jurchen tribes who have taken refuge in the Dongjiang River to rebel against the water, in fact, this is also the consistent strategy of Nurhachi to Huang Taiji, the battle of Liaoyang is the gate opened by the Ming army and the Mongolian Qianzong, this time if it is repeated again, it will be too perfect.

"How?"

This head, the highest-ranking spy of the Qing army, the fourteenth Belle Dolgon, took advantage of the last ray of darkness in the dark night, crawled out of the trench, and was immediately called into the tent by Huang Taiji, and it was also the first time that Huang Taiji saw that his role was blurred from that of his brother, father and enemy brother, and the round face was full of anxiety and urgency.

Unfortunately, listening to Huang Taiji's anxious questioning, Dolgon still shook his head with difficulty.

"Zamule, a few small parts of Qilin are Wang Ba who eats scales and follows Dongjiang Minggou, and that old bastard of Qilie Mibu is a little moved by our Daqing Feng King, but in the past two days, the Shandong soldiers have arrived, and he is still hesitating!"

"Then build a separate banner for him, seal that old bastard as Gushan Ezhen, and give him what he likes in Bitter Leaf Town directly!"

"This ......"

Dolgon really gasped, Huang Taiji's mouth was too big!

The Eight Banners and Eight Banners have almost become another name for the Jianzhou Jurchens, and the appearance of the Ninth Banner has not only changed the name, but also impacted the political pattern of the entire Qing Dynasty.

The Eight Banners are a product of compromise, when Nurhachi conquered a Jurchen tribe and could not completely digest and assimilate it to his command, he built an additional banner to accommodate it, led by one of his own sons, and the flag was originally indisposed of by the tribal nobles who could not be handled, first black and white two flags, then yellow, white, red and blue four flags, and finally divided into two color eight flags. The disputes between the banner owners in the later period were also the ghosts of these old tribes.

The ruling forces of the Eight Banners can be formed, first the in-laws of Nanguan and Beiguan, and then the four departments of Hulun are barely considered civilized "civilized people", what kind of thing is begging for a mibu, the big guys wear clothes made of cloth, go to the fields to plow, and when they hold iron products, they also wear animal skins and bone arrows to eat raw meat and wrestle with black bears in the swamps of Heilongjiang! These people can actually be tied with themselves, what does this make the Gushan Melle in the Eight Banners think?

"Your Majesty, this promise is too big! What is Begger Mibu? There are only 20,000 people in one piece, so that they can form a flag of their own? It's time for the Banner Lords to talk about it!"

"Otherwise, the younger brother will talk about the item tonight!"

Dolgon hesitated, but Huang Taiji's atmosphere, boldness, and willingness to go down to this was vividly reflected at this time, and he shook his head very firmly.

"It's a flag of its own, reward Sakhalin Town, as for the other flag owners Gushan, who can take down the Dongjiang River for me! I'll take back my life, or I'll shut up!"

"You're tired, go down and rest! Tonight, give me another run!"

"Minister, obey ......"

In this regard, Dolgon agreed to a little disadvantage, not only the disgust of the beggar Mibu, but he was also dragged into the water by Huang Taiji, and in the future, the other banner owners complained, and they had to bring themselves with them, this is the promise you made!

However, in this era, the Eight Banners can be regarded as working together, and Dolgon did not refuse, because he knew that this was the only solution to the impasse in front of him.

Negotiation is also a hard work, even if it is mixed in a group of Jurchens it is not easy to be recognized, and it takes a lot of energy to be worried and warlike, and it takes a lot of energy to get the promise of Huang Taiji, and the bottom of my heart is relieved, and the sense of exhaustion is also overflowing, and after saying goodbye with a fist, Dolgon is shaking and walking back.

However, before he could walk out of the tent, outside the door, a boiling cheer suddenly rose to the sky, even if it was two kilometers away, the Qing army camp was still very clear, and in an instant, Huang Taiji's face changed.

"What's going on? What about my telescope? ”

"Master! Don't worry, master, here are the minions!"

Several eunuchs were in a mess, supporting Huang Taiji is hurried out of the tent, and there was also a spirit behind him, Dolgon followed closely behind, not only them, but also the rest of the banner masters, nobles also came out of the camp in shock, and in the next few minutes, the entire Qing army camp base, countless pointed helmets of various colors appeared.

Huang Taiji's telescope was raised, and in the next second, Dolgon clearly saw that his fat face was wrinkled with a layer of fine folds, and his pupils seemed to be dilated a little.

The originally empty Garao Mountain suddenly became dense, and it was obvious that the same countless black pressure helmets could be seen rushing up from the trail behind the mountain, and then the goblins rushed down the Dongjiang trench.

"Where's this hairy barbarian! Where did you get so many soldiers? ”

was really shocked, and Big Beledaish's voice even trembled a little.

"Soldiers!"

Wanli Korean War has not been half a century ago, when Nurhachi had participated in this war as a Ming army, Huang Taiji's memory still left a strong impression, but his voice was also trembling violently, silently put down the binoculars, in Dolgon's frightened eyes, two red nosebleeds flowed from his nostrils like spring water.

"Your Majesty!"

There was an exclamation, and the other ministers who were shocked also gathered around, surrounding Huang Taiji in the center, they were in a hurry, but this hand, Huang Taiji's shadow warrior cover was directly broken, fortunately, at this time, the entire Dongjiang army was busy rushing forward like a tiger going down the mountain, and even the artillery was dragging a heavy gun cart down the mountain, and no one took the opportunity to shuttle.

"Doctor! Where did the Imperial Doctor die! ”

"Leave me alone!"

After being confused twice, Huang Taiji finally came back, pinching his bleeding nose with one hand, and Huang Taiji screamed anxiously.

"Beat the drums, fight! Let Tong Yangzheng move forward, he Mao Jue is going to attack!"

"Minions are provincial! You, carry the emperor down, beat the drums, and fight!"

Fei Dongying, who was missing an arm, shouted impatiently, and the chaotic Qing army town could be regarded as a little more fluent, and the sixteen-sided snare drums sounded rapidly and violently again, and the thirty-two shirtless men threw up their pigtails, and the muscles on their arms were stretched, as if they had a grudge against this cowhide to kill their father.

In the end, it is the Qing army, the overlord of Northeast Asia, even if it has been two or three days without food and clothing, and throwing away the horse spoon at hand, these men between the white mountains and black waters are also leading the horses and carrying the guys to bravely rush to kill the earthen wall, but at this time, they are already a steel forest in front of them.

Mao Jue is at the forefront again!

These days, there are many people who are bullied and there are few people, and he almost doesn't ride his neck and, it has always been Mao Jue's share of beating others, where has he been so angry, and now he is finally everyone! Riding on a high-headed Liao horse, the two revolvers are like western cowboys, and they have two ping-pong shots on the left and right, which is almost as big as a female gun. Lao Gao, whose throat was torn, Mao Jue roared sharply with excitement.

"Attack!"

Boom ~ Boom ~

With the roar of the Dongjiang River, dozens of cannons mixed with the military formation took the lead in spraying out the anger!

(End of chapter)