The sky is vast and wild, and the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep.

On the vast grassland, 20,000 cavalry and 30,000 foot soldiers walked slowly.

The wind blows the flag, and the marching Jin Ge sounds.

The big Tang character, as the angle of view is raised, gradually becomes a bean.

An army of 50,000 men, looking down from the sky, crawls like a turtle.

In September, the cold wind swept through the meadows.

In the open grassland, human beings seem small.

To the south is the border pass of the Ming Dynasty, to the north is the endless grassland, and to the east is the destination - Liaodong.

"Larudo, what are you thinking?" Zhang Xiahai twisted his body and looked at the Mongolian cavalry who followed him around him and asked.

Larudo was nearly forty years old and was a skilled Mongol cavalryman.

"My lord, this is the Horqin Grassland, and this was once my home." Larudo's eyes were gloomy, but one word said a lot.

Zhang Xiahai looked at the uninhabited grassland around him: "This is the Horqin grassland?" It seems that we are not far from Liaodong. ”

"There are less than ten days to reach Liaodong." LaRudeau nodded.

"Tell me your story!"

Larudo listened to the wind, looked at the grassland, and then looked at the sky, where the freest eagles soared.

"This is Horqin, and I am actually a member of the Xibe tribe of the five tribes of Korqin. I lived here until I was fifteen years old, and Horqin was my home. At that time, my father took me to graze in this grassland, and also asked me to choose the famous Xibe Pearl of the tribe as his wife, which was a great honor, which was equivalent to marrying the princess of your Han royal family. ”

"It seems that you are still a Mongolian nobleman."

Larudo shook his head, a hint of gloom in his eyes.

"We are engaged to wait for the spring of the next year, when the cattle and sheep are fattened, we can give them to Xibe Pearl as a dowry."

"It's a pity that I didn't wait, my father, mother, sister, and the entire Xibe Department didn't wait."

"In the autumn of that year, the Jurchen army attacked your Ming again, and Lin Dan Khan ordered us to help fight the Ming."

"However, no one thought that it was this war, and everything in the Xibe Department was gone."

"Defeated knights, plundered women and cattle and sheep, slaughtered children and old men."

"I escaped, but the Xibe tribe was wiped out."

Larudo's eyes were complicated, maybe it was hatred, maybe it was regret, maybe it was remembrance or fear, maybe even he couldn't tell the difference.

Zhang Xiahai was silent, those people who were robbed probably had the same mood as Laludo, to be precise, they were the most miserable people, the dead were liberated, the escaped people found a new life, and they could only be bullied by the Jurchens, being cattle and horses.

Zhang Xiahai turned his head and looked at the place where the flag was, the scholar sitting on the horse, Zhang Xiahai finally understood a little why he made the decision to enter Liaodong.

Probably what the man had in mind, a little deeper.

"Isn't it a child on the grassland who can't kill the wheel?"

"That's the rule of the grassland, not the rule of the Jurchens, the rules of the Jurchens are to kill, rob, and burn."

"Today, when I come here again, my heart is very complicated, a long time ago, my heart was full of hatred, hatred for the Jurchens, because they killed my parents, took away my wife, and took away my sister, and they hated Daming and Lin Dan Khan, because of their incompetence and cowardice, so that all our good things disappeared in that war."

"But, here again today."

Laludo turned his head to look at Zhang Xiahai, with a blank expression on his face: "It's still for the sake of the Ming Dynasty, for the sake of you Han people, will you repeat the mistakes of the past?" ”

Zhang Xiahai stretched out his hand and patted Larudo's shoulder fiercely: "Larudo, have you forgotten the scene not long ago, when the Jurchens fled in a hurry in front of us?" ”

There was a little more courage in LaRudo's eyes.

"This is your former home, and we are not here to run around again under the Jurchen Iron Horse, but to regain what once belonged to us, such as the Han people and land in Liaodong, such as the homeland where you once lived."

"It's for us, and for Mongolian men like you."

"Remember, we have defeated the Jurchen cavalry with our own hands, we are the victors, we have the blessing of the god of war, you see there, where the sun sets, the figure shrouded by the sun, although he is thin, he is our protector, the god of war of our new army, the god of war bless, this battle will be won!"

Zhang Xiahai's voice gradually became excited, and under the sunset, Tang Xidong was bathed in the sun, and he looked particularly powerful at this moment.

When Zhang Xiahai and Laludo were talking, Tang Xidong was silent, and he was silent all the way.

Away from his wife and children in Pingyang, away from Shanxi, he went north around the grassland and went east into Liaodong.

Tang Xidong didn't know if the choice of this path was right or wrong, but he knew that this was the best time to go straight to the Jurchen base camp.

80,000 Mongol Jurchen troops marched south, 50,000 were killed, and 30,000 plundered the surrounding areas of Beijing.

For a while, Huang Taiji could not take care of his hometown in Liaodong.

At this time, it was a good time for the troops to enter Shenyang, which was also a good time for Jin Shengjing, and Tang Xidong didn't want to let himself regret and resent every time he thought about it in the future.

50,000 new soldiers entered Shenyang.

Tang Xidong was not sure.

But there is one thing he is not worried about, that is, he will not be able to break Shenyang, and he will not be trapped in Shenyang.

If you can't fight, you will flee, and if you don't have any combat achievements, you will be regarded as scaring and scaring Huang Taiji, so that the other party will no longer dare to go south to the Central Plains easily.

Night.

The army is entrenched.

A bright moon rises, and wolves howl in the distance.

50,000 new troops left their homeland and came to the Horqin grassland, which is hundreds of miles away from Shenyang.

The big tent, Tang Xidong is wrapped in a thick sheepskin bag.

Zhang Xiahai jumped on the stove: "My lord, there are still less than ten days away from Liaodong." ”

Tang Xidong looked at the flames and was distracted.

After a long time.

"No information from the Intelligence Department has come today."

This is an affirmation, Zhang Xiahai nodded.

"It's a long way, probably because it's delayed on the road."

Tang Xidong nodded.

"Let everyone refresh themselves, being in the grassland, there are tigers and wolves everywhere, and if you are bitten, you will lose a lot."

Zhang Xiahai promised, glanced at Tang Xidong who closed his eyes, and then quietly withdrew from the big tent.

He really couldn't guess what the person in front of him was thinking.

The army was close to Liaodong, and the only way in front of him was to attack Huanglong, but Tang Xidong seemed to be hesitating.

What to hesitate about?

Zhang Xiahai didn't know, probably only Tang Xidong himself knew what he was thinking.

In the darkness, on the hillside in the distance, wolves howled.

Bonfires are lit in the camp.

The wind of the steppe howled.

From the grassland to the south, blowing towards the border of the Ming Dynasty.

There, Huang Taiji, Emperor Chongzhen, Li Zicheng, and Zhang Xianzhong were calculating and fighting each other.

And in the grassland, Tang Xidong is also constantly calculating.

Will the general trend of the world change?