Huang Taiji sighed for a while, turned around and wanted to walk down the city tower. However, after only a few steps, he turned back again, and for the past five days, he had been thinking about a question, and he had asked himself this question over and over again.

This time, standing on the head of Shengjing City, he once again muttered to himself: "How dare he, Lin Danbatur, come?" How dare he, Sun Chuanting, use troops like this? "Indeed, in the past, the two sides used troops, and Da Ming was basically the defensive side, where did he have such a rash move. It's like a child and an adult playing around, and suddenly the child has an extra kitchen knife in his hand and slashes at the adult, which looks incredible.

"Your Majesty! Emperor! Liaoyang flying pigeon biography! ”

"Get it!" Huang Taiji hurriedly took the note handed by the guard, glanced at it, and immediately slapped it on the ground, "Heh." Sure enough, it was him. Yang Fan, Yang Fan. It seems that it is really my old enemy of the Qing Dynasty. Write a herald and order Fan Wencheng to evacuate Liaoyang and retreat to Parrot Pass. ”

The prince who came up on the side heard it, and said with a disgraced face: "Fourth brother, you can't." Liaoyang and Shenyang are lost, how can we make a comeback? He had a white strip of cloth tied around his left shoulder, and the blood was still congealed on it, and when the herald told him to lead his troops to break out, he immediately came up to oppose it. As long as the reinforcements arrive, this Shengjing City will definitely be able to hold it.

"The Liaoyang reinforcements set off two days ago, and it stands to reason that they should have arrived in Shengjing City, but the five thousand light cavalry in southern Liaoning were mysteriously killed in Anshan, according to Fan Wencheng, the artillery team killed four thousand people in an instant, do you understand what this means? Being able to kill 4,000 people in an instant, when did my cavalry of the Qing Dynasty suffer such a big loss? He remembered the battle of Da Linghe, and suddenly shook his head and sighed with a smile: "A Yang Fan is not terrible. Even if he could really predict the prophet, it would not be terrible. I'm afraid that such a person will be held in the hands of someone with a heart. ”

"What does the emperor mean by this?"

Huang Taiji looked at the prince behind him. Said: "What do you mean? As long as he Yang Fan is not powerful, even if he knows what I say every day. There is no problem with what you do. I'm afraid that he will gain power and become a human spirit. You watch the battle go. Don't think it's his Yang Fan's credit, he broke through the sky and accounted for half of it, and the other half is probably Sun Chuanting's credit, maybe there is Sun Chengzong behind it. Fan Wencheng said in his letter that this Yang Fan is near Liaoshen, but I think it is estimated that this time it was he Fan Wencheng who miscalculated. Eighty thousand, eighty thousand troops, when did the Ming Dynasty move such a battle?

In addition to the 30,000 cavalry of Lindan Batur. The 50,000 Guanning army, I'm afraid that the entire Guanwai has become an empty shell now. If you are bold and come to Wei to save Zhao, I am afraid that this little emperor should be in a hurry to recall Sun Chuanting. But this is all a later story, it is estimated that this Yang Fan with a large army has already pacified southern Liaoning. Hehe, it's really a good means. Shengjing City can't hold it, if Liaonan is taken, this Liaoyang will be sandwiched between the left and right. Do you say that he Yang Fan and Sun Chuanting will take it or not? ”

The prince Belle Ye's face was like ashes, and he sighed: "The work of the deceased father was ruined in one fell swoop, and he retired from Liao this time." I'm afraid I won't have the power to chase the Central Plains. ”

Huang Taiji stopped and said: "The Han people have an old saying, stay in the green mountains and are not afraid of no firewood." Our foundation is still there, retreat to the village. The troops that were rushed to Korea were contained in Israel with the forces of Monsi. It's still possible to make a comeback. Now it's up to us to see if we can break through. ”

The prince helped Huang Taiji and slowly descended the city tower. He is not confused after the age, and his body is still a little sick. Being able to stand on the city wall and supervise the battle for five days was also a great physical exertion, so that when he went downstairs, his legs and feet stumbled a little. He leaned into the ear of Prince Heshuo Yu and said, "Fifteenth brother, go to the imperial temple and invite a few masters to come forward." These 3,000 people, who can't rush out, have to let them top it. ”

"Hey, hey."

The rising sun, which was supposed to rise, was defeated in one fell swoop by the Ming Dynasty, which had entered its later years, at its most glorious time. If it seems to those who know what happened, it should be ridiculous, but it has only been 20 years since the Manchu Qing Dynasty raised troops, and for the Manchu Qing Dynasty, the foundation in Shenyang is indeed a little shallow. This is not the key, the key is that a person who has gained power in future generations can only blame chance.

The high sun in the afternoon gradually deviated. The army of the Ming Dynasty surged up in the dark, like wasps in transit, overwhelmingly coming all over the world.

Bumping wood, ladders, and gun carriages, they all moved forward. It is still a war dominated by cold weapons, and the war is fought with people as food. Sun Chuanting, including the soldiers under his command, dared to fight to Shengjing City with the courage to fight fat, that is, relying on the advantage of 80,000 to 10,000. Among the nine outer gates, the door closest to the northeast was the first to open, but it was not knocked open, but opened automatically.

The three thousand and eight banner disciples, like dogs jumping off the wall, rushed out frantically. Sun Chuanting understood that Huang Taiji wanted to break through, so he immediately sent reinforcements, and 20,000 cavalry surrounded and intercepted, surround the wild boar skin that rushed out of half a mile.

"Masters, it's up to you!"

The children of the Eight Banners who were circling back and forth protected Huang Taiji in the center, and under the order of Huang Taiji, several short-haired monks wearing Zang Hong's lama robes broke out of the air, muttering words in their mouths, the wind was blowing, and the yellow sand was half a day. Suddenly, the fierce horse neighed, the master of the innate realm, although he could not defeat ten thousand with one person, but after a hundred or so people, the monk landed, and the power of the dragon elephant came out majestically, and continued to open his way in the northeast direction.

"Who is the demon monk, dare to help the abuse. Let's come over and ask for advice. The big red robe appeared faintly in the yellow sand, and suddenly it was like dust settled, and the wind died down. The six old monks frowned, and since they agreed, they could only break through with all their might.

The monk's robe was thrown on his shoulder, and he came out with his bare hands, entangled with Cao Huachun's big red robe. "Hehe, the power of the dragon elephant? When did Tibetan Buddhism also take care of worldly affairs? His figure is constantly shattered, but it can always manifest, and all a few old monks can do is shatter his shadow.

"Tsk, there is only brute force, no wonder in Xiping Fort, the descendants of the innate realm can't even beat the acquired realm. That's it, since you have a lot of strength and thick skin, you shouldn't be afraid of guns. The red-robed shadow dispersed, and the three-eyed fire gun had already prepared the fire, and suddenly hit a few old monks.

"Retreat!"

Those who have a heart are considered unintentional, Zhu Qi and Cao Huachun have already targeted a few old bald donkeys in the Yellow Temple in Shengjing City. Cao Huachun will make a move, this is a matter of time. The scattered bullets of the fire gun, the hot marbles flew out, the pupils of the old lama at the front shrank, his mouth was full of words, and his hands swirled, as if weaving an enchantment in the air, and steel balls kept hitting the top, "Retreat!" ”

However, before he could finish speaking, the three-eyed firebolt, which resembled a shotgun, pierced through the barrier and slammed into the lama's body as if it had been striking a sieve. (To be continued.) )