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Yang Lian finally did not agree to You Yuanqing's proposal, and when he was leaving, only a few minor officials from Tianjin Wei came to see him off. The scene was very cold, and after a few casual greetings, the farewell officials left.

Yang Lian doesn't care what others think of him, as long as he behaves properly, he is not afraid of external evils.

Just as he was about to board the ship, Xiong Tingbi suddenly stepped forward and tore off the helmet of a Ming soldier.

"Xueru, why are you here, it's just nonsense!"

Yang Lian found out that this Ming army had beautiful hair and a light body, and it turned out to be a woman, hearing Xiong Tingbi's reprimand, Yang Lian looked carefully, and it seemed to be Xiong Tingbi's daughter Xiong Xueru.

Yang Lian looked surprised, and said in his heart that a little girl had been with us for so long, and no one found out that she was a woman.

"Daddy, I also want to go to Liaodong with you, my daughter has grown so big, she has been staying at home, and she is suffocated to death."

It was a woman of about fourteen or fifteen years of age, with a round goose egg face, dark eyes, and red cheeks. Although this woman was wearing a wide Ming army armor, she couldn't hide her youthful and lively atmosphere.

Xiong Tingbi rubbed his beard, he has always been very strict with his family, and he has always reprimanded his sons with a straight face, but he is obedient to this daughter.

Xiong Tingbi felt that he seemed to be too tolerant of his daughter at this time, and he couldn't help but be extremely angry, and he couldn't help but pull off one of his beards, grinning in pain.

"Xiong Chen, send her home immediately, don't let me see her again." Xiong Tingbi was extremely angry and refused to give in at all.

Everyone was blocked on the shore, watching the father and daughter arguing, but found that the eunuchs' families had such trivial contradictions like ordinary people.

Xiong Chen is Xiong Tingbi's second son, and when he saw his father angry at this time, he was scared in his heart. The idea of the little sister running away is still his, if the father knows, a family law will definitely be indispensable.

Xiong Chen slowly moved out of the crowd and said to Xiong Tingbi: "Father, since the little sister has arrived in Tianjin, why don't you let her go with us." ”

Xiong Chen's words completely aroused Xiong Tingbi's anger, and Xiong Tingbi roared: "Your sister has always been steady and virtuous, did you teach her badly, saying, did you help her come up with this idea?" ”

Xiong Tingbi's roar frightened Xiong Chen, and he lowered his head and didn't dare to answer.

"Daddy, this has nothing to do with the second brother, it's what I want to go, if you send me home, I will sneak out to find you."

Xiong Xueru settled her father's temper and resolutely refused to give in, and the angry Xiong Tingbi couldn't help but break a few beards.

Yang Lian knew that if the stalemate continued, he was afraid of delaying the trip, so he hurriedly walked over and said: "Brother Feibai, this is your family matter, originally I didn't want to talk too much, but since Ling Ai wants to go out for a walk, why not go along with his wishes?" Besides, if you go to Liaodong this time, the battle situation has been decided, and there is no danger in expecting it, so just follow her wishes. ”

Xiong Tingbi pondered for a long time, and felt that it didn't seem impossible, so he snorted heavily and said, "I haven't thanked you Uncle Yang yet." ”

"My niece thanked Uncle Yang and my father." Xiong Xueru's eyes bloomed with a sly light, and she smiled secretly.

Xiong Tingbi vacated a hut on the hired boat to house Xiong Xueru, and also let Xiong Chen and several family members stay on the ship. After eating in the afternoon, everyone took a boat and sailed to Gaizhou in Liaodong Bay.

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Huang Taiji traveled for two consecutive days and finally arrived at the birthplace of Houjin, Hetuala.

Hetuara was a huge tribe built on the mountain, and instead of building a main city like the Ming court, it had low walls and simple defenses made of stones. The road in the city is very wide, because the ice and snow melt in the early spring, the ******** Emperor Taiji on the ground has asked the guard Sonny to invite Erbeile Amin to the mansion to talk, and at the same time, in order to avoid people's eyes, the topic used is to discuss the defense of the Hunhe River Valley.

When he arrived at the house, Borzigit Zhezhe heard that Huang Taiji had returned, and hurried out to greet him. Zhezhe had just turned twenty-one years old at this time, with a delicate and beautiful appearance and charming manners, which was the age when he attracted the most male attention.

Huang Taiji went out for more than a month, and he was usually busy, but at this time, he suddenly saw his wife in his arms, and he couldn't help but feel excited. He suddenly picked up Zhezhe horizontally, and quickly walked into the back hall, and it didn't take long for the room to be full of spring.

After releasing the stuffiness and excess energy accumulated for days, Huang Taiji sipped tea in the hall while waiting for Amin's arrival.

Not long after, as if he heard a shout at the door, Huang Taiji stood up and walked out of the room quickly. As soon as the people arrived at the middle courtyard, they heard Amin shouting: "I heard that Sibeile has returned, where is the person, my brother is coming to visit you." ”

Since Nurhachi's death, Huang Taiji has experienced more brotherly rebellion in Fushun, and when he heard Amin calling him so enthusiastically, he couldn't help but run over and hug Amin heavily.

Amin was frightened by Huang Taiji's enthusiasm and said with a smile: "Why is the eighth brother suddenly so enthusiastic?" ”

"Where is it, the younger brother has been out for more than a month, and the family affairs are all up to Brother Amin, and the younger brother is here to thank you."

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and after sitting down, they began to drink tea. Both of them are people with heavy thoughts, and at this time it is an extraordinary time, and after waiting for a while, no one spoke.

"Brother Amin, what do you think after the death of my father Khan?" Huang Taiji knew that time was pressing, but he couldn't help but get to the point.

Amin took a sip and waited for a while before he said thoughtfully: "Now that the situation is in crisis, I want to wait and see." ”

Huang Taiji immediately understood, it turned out that Amin also had some ideas.

However, Huang Taiji did not break it, but said slowly: "When I was in Fushun, Da Belle almost tore his face with me, I was afraid of being laughed at, so I returned to Hetuara under the pretext, I have some words, I don't know if Brother Amin wants to hear it." ”

Amin's eyes narrowed into a slit, staring at the emperor Taiji and said, "But it doesn't hurt to say it." ”

Huang Taiji put down the teacup and said solemnly: "You can't ascend to the throne of the Khan." ”

With a snap, Amin threw the teacup in his hand to the ground, his eyes were full of anger, and his face looked even more hideous because of the anger. Although he is only Nurhachi's nephew, he has a lot of military achievements, is brave and good at fighting, and has many supporters in the clan, and his younger brother Zilharang has also commanded the army, which is his greatest help. But this Huang Taiji actually regarded himself as nothing, and made a lot of nonsense, which is bearable, which is unbearable, Amin got up and was about to leave.

"Brother Amin, if you leave like this, you will definitely regret it for the rest of your life." The emperor raised the teacup and said unhurriedly.

Amin was stunned for a moment, thinking that Huang Taiji couldn't just call himself over to make a mockery, thinking of this, Amin sat down again with a red neck.

"Brother Amin, do you think that you and Zilharang together can win the union of me, the second elder brother, and the fifth elder brother?"

Amin didn't speak, and shook his head slowly.

"The second elder brother used to be the crown prince, and with the support of the second elder brother's son Yue Tuo, the second elder brother is very likely to ascend to the throne, and quite a few people in the clan also support him. On the contrary, think for yourself, can you compare to the influence of my second brother? ”

Amin was silent, and suddenly asked again: "I heard that before the Great Khan left, he had a meaning, and I heard that it was you, don't you want to be tempted?" ”

Huang Taiji smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Amin, I suffered huge losses in the battle of Shenyang, and my strength was greatly damaged, even if my father Khan was referring to me, I have no possibility of ascending to the throne at present." ”

"What are the plans of the eighth brother?"

Huang Taiji saw that the opportunity was coming, and said: "Anyone can do it, but you can't let the second elder brother go up." Do you know, what is the situation of the second elder brother to his two own sons, if he is on the throne, can you expect him to let us live for the rest of our lives? Moreover, now that the military is scattered, if the second elder brother takes the position, the first one will take the weakest younger brother, how dare the younger brother choose him? ”

When Amin heard Huang Taiji say this, he immediately fell into deep contemplation.

Huang Taiji saw that the heat was just right, and added: "I think that no matter who is on the throne, the four major Baylors should be allowed to sit side by side in the south and govern together, so that there will be no worries." ”

Amin raised his head suddenly, and his heart said that he had never thought about the future, but every time he thought about it, he was vague, but Huang Taiji's proposal was enlightened and made him suddenly.

It's just that if Dai Shan doesn't take the position, it will be difficult for him to get the support of Nurhachi's family, and Mang Gurtai, when his biological mother Fucha was killed by him personally, who dares to choose Mang Gurtai. So who else is there besides Huang Taiji?

Amin went around in circles for a long time, this kid turned out to be planning for his own position, and this Huang Taiji was really a long-sleeved dancer. However, the south side of the country that he mentioned sits side by side, and it seems that it is not bad to govern together, which is very much to his liking.

Thinking of this, Amin was unexpectedly indecisive for a while. However, Amin was extremely smart after all, and when he saw that Huang Taiji had shown his hole cards, and at this time the initiative was in his own hands, he was not in a hurry to express his position, so he surrendered his hand.

Huang Taiji looked at the departing Amin and smiled slightly, he already knew that Amin had a trace of jealousy for Daishan in his heart, but he couldn't say it in person for the sake of face.

Huang Taiji was in a good mood, and unnaturally remembered Zhezhe's silky skin and enthusiastic cry just now, and there was a burst of restlessness, so he walked to the back hall.

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Throughout the afternoon, He Shixian's front army was never harassed by enemy troops again. The pace of the march increased significantly, and the exhaustion of the high-intensity march even made some soldiers begin to complain. There was no role like a "priest" or "political commissar" in the Ming army, and once the morale of the army was low, the solution was to deter the troublemakers by killing a few people to sacrifice the flag.

This seemingly brutal method was still very touching for most of the Ming army. Of course, in order to appease the emotions of the Ming army, He Shixian added a collective meal to the food of the former army, which was welcomed by many soldiers.

Under the threat and lure of this big stick and radish, the morale of the Ming army was high, and they rushed to the city of Fushun in the evening.

It was getting late, the twilight was deep, the gate of Fushun had long been closed, the moat was already half full, and there was no one nearby.

It was getting late today, and the Houjin army did not go out of the city to fight at night.

In ancient China, night battles were more about attacking the opposing camp, and it was rare for the two armies to fight in the battlefield. Most of the soldiers in ancient China were peasants, and many times there was no fixed military uniform, and it was difficult to distinguish between friend and foe in night battles, which was also something that most commanders had to avoid.

He Shixian set up the camp five miles away. At this time, the camp was busy, surrounded by torches, and by the light of the fire, the soldiers were camping, driving piles and ramming the earth.

Shen Jia felt that he didn't look good when he was idle, so he simply drove the assault car out of the camp, wanting to adjust his aim in advance, and he also hoped to test fire.

Some of the soldiers who were busy watching the assault car drive out of the camp felt curious, and they all followed, silently standing aside to watch Shen Jia debug.

After being busy for a while, Shen Jia felt that it was almost enough, and asked Wei Liangyu to make a sign on the ground, and then started to launch.

In the quiet night, the shrill whistling of cannonballs became even more poignant, and only a boom was heard, and half of the city gate tower of Fushun West Gate collapsed.

Shen Jia secretly said that it was unlucky, it was useless to hit the city gate tower, if it was hit on the city wall, he might be able to break a hole, and even kill a few Tartars. Shen Jia was a little dissatisfied, and carefully adjusted the sight again.

There was silence all around, and everyone looked at the collapsed city gate tower in the distance with their mouths half-open. God, half of the city gatehouse collapsed with one shot.

Not only the ordinary Ming army, but even Wei Liangyu was extremely shocked. Although I had seen the chariot slaughter of Houjin soldiers before, it was the first time that everyone had seen the huge destruction of the building. Moreover, the visual effect of the collapse of the building is by no means expressible to the slaughter of the Tartars.

Shen Jia only tried to fire one shot, he didn't want to continue, the shells are more precious, and if they can be saved, they will be saved.

While Shen Jia was still distressed about wasting a cannonball, the Houjin soldiers on the wall of Fushun West Gate fell into great panic and fear.

Just now, a sudden flowering bomb exploded in the city gate tower behind the coach Anferjangu. Anferyangu was observing the Ming army camp outside the city. The sudden explosion made everyone dizzy, and then the gate tower collapsed, and the wood and tiles fell like a waterfall, burying the commander Ampheyangu in an instant.

When everyone came back to their senses, they found that the manager was gone. They hurried to dig up the ruins with their hands, with weapons, and even with every instrument they could see, with sticks.

Fortunately, Anferyangu was buried very shallowly, and when the Houjin soldiers dug him up, Anferyangu was still alive, but his eyes, eyebrows, mouth, and face were covered with dust.

Anferangu's leg was crushed by a piece of wood and he walked with a slight limp. His chest had been hit by several bricks, and he felt what seemed to be a salty taste in his mouth. Ampheangu couldn't help but retch and cough, blood trickling down the corners of his mouth.

Anferyan was old, and he knew this might be his last. He originally wanted to take advantage of the solidity of Fushun City to seriously fight a war of attrition with the invading enemy, turn this place into a real meat grinder, and then find an opportunity to completely annihilate the other party.

But now Anferangu was full of doubts, and Zilharang was hit by a shell in the morning, and even the body was not found, which made Anferyangu feel sad. When the living Houjin warriors returned to the city exhausted, Ampheyangu saw nothing but sadness and horror in their eyes. All this shows that tomorrow is going to be a long day.

Ampheyangu wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and he felt his internal organs burn in excruciating pain.

Anfeiyangu was a little frightened, and hurriedly ordered his soldiers to help him back to the command post. In order not to affect the morale of the city, he sternly warned those present not to talk nonsense, he endured the pain and walked down the wall, turned the corner, and fainted on the body of his own soldiers.

The night, like an iron curtain, has fallen, and Fushun is quietly waiting for its fate tomorrow.