April 15, 46th year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, Liaodong, Fushun.

The morning sun has just sprinkled the earth, the gate of Fushun City has been slowly opened, and the merchants and people who have been impatient in the city have been impatient for a long time with all kinds of goods immediately poured out of the city gate, some of them ran out with some things by themselves, and some of them hired cars and pulled out with a cart full of goods, and some of them did not come to trade, but planned to see the excitement here of the Jurchen merchants, and by the way, to see what strange things could be bought.

Today is the day when Fushun agreed to trade with Nurhachi, two days ago, Nurhachi's army suddenly appeared outside Fushun City, Fushun General Army immediately began to guard the whole city, although this Nurhachi was a vassal of the Ming Dynasty in his early years, but he had betrayed the Ming Dynasty many years ago, and established himself as the Jurchen Khan, for these things, Liaodong and the imperial court have heard of it, but a small Jurchen Tartar, it is expected that it will not set off much waves, so although the city and the city are on guard, but everyone is very relieved, Firm Jurchen did not come here to fight.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before Nurhachi sent for a letter.

This is not to attack Fushun, but to trade.

Fushun suddenly relaxed, and set an example to calm the people, persuading the people not to panic, and the people naturally will not panic.

Although the Jurchen side has a lot of restlessness after the Great Khan, but the Tartars are Tartars after all, although Nurhachi has repeatedly committed crimes over the years, but it is mostly a small harassment, the Jurchen Tartars in Liaodong have always been like this, and everyone has long been accustomed to it, so sometimes the guards of Liaodong will not write to the Ministry of War because of a few people's affairs, otherwise the talented people in the Ministry of War will definitely be angry and scold for being incompetent.

"Hey, hey! Is that the Jurchen businessman? Li Jia is a businessman from Dengzhou, he is the first time to Liaodong, his boss is in Dengzhou in the southeast are quite famous Ling family lady Ling Yurou, so although he first came to Fushun, but it is to make Fushun's business community shake a lot, the purpose of his visit, is to purchase Liaodong and Chao Xian ginseng, after Fushun completed his mission, he also plans to go to Tieling, where there are many merchants from Chao Xian.

The merchant next to him is Niu Changfeng, the Ling family's partner in Fushun, a native of Fushun who has not provided Ling Yurou with Liaodong ginseng and Chao-Xian ginseng for all these years, and is said to have made his fortune from Chao-Xian's private ginseng.

Following Li Jia's gaze, the black Jurchen merchants were waiting outside the city of Fushun, their dress was obviously different from that of the Han people, most of them were wearing shawls and animal skin sewn clothes, with melon skin hats, the biggest difference with the Han people was that behind their heads, the editor had a long braid, but it was like a wild boar's tail, which was very eye-catching.

"No wonder these people are Tartars, you see that there is a whip left behind this head, and it is not a big girl's house, what is the matter with this braid?" Li Jia pointed at these braids and smiled a little funny.

Niu Changfeng just sneered lightly and said, "No wonder you people in the original are ignorant, don't underestimate these tartars." These people are not easy to mess with in Liaodong, everyone is good at riding and shooting, and the officials and soldiers often can't take advantage of the Tartars! ”

"Ouch, Boss Niu, I don't like to hear you say that, I can tell you, our officials and soldiers in Dengzhou, especially the Shenji Battalion that has a relationship with our Boss Ling, that's amazing, the Japanese who have been doing evil in Dengzhou a few days ago have been wiped out by these people!"

Niu Changfeng smiled noncommittally, this young man from Dengzhou still doesn't know how powerful these Jurchen Tartars are! Speaking of which, if these Tartars in front of them were not here to trade but to attack the city, the officials and troops of Fushun might not be opponents.

Today, these Tartars have brought a lot of goods, big carts and small carts, but Niu Changfeng looks at the more wrong it is, although these Tartars are said to be here to trade, but everyone's face is different from the Tartars he usually saw to do business, usually these Tartars come to do business Everyone is kind and angry, this time the Tartars, everyone has a serious face, according to Niu Changfeng's experience, these people are not ordinary Jurchen businessmen, there is a sense of foreboding in their hearts, and their footsteps immediately stopped, of course, He didn't forget to immediately grab Li Jia, who was walking forward with excitement on his face.

"What? Boss Cow! Li Jia was a little baffled by his actions.

"Something is wrong, these Tartars are wrong!" Niu Changfeng immediately stopped several of his men from transporting goods, and the sense of foreboding in his heart grew bigger and bigger, and he read the dangerous atmosphere from the faces of those Jurchens.

"What's wrong?" Li Jia looked at the neurotic Niu Changfeng a little inexplicably.

"Don't say more, let's go!" Niu Changfeng immediately instructed his men to hurry to the city, but there were too many people out of the city, and several of them walked very slowly against the flow of people.

"What the hell is going on with Boss Niu?" Li Jia was staggered by the crowd, and he didn't know what this Niu Changfeng meant.

"The Tartars have killed someone!"

Just as Niu Changfeng was about to explain, screams and shouts came from behind them, and before this sound could fall, screams and panic suddenly erupted in the crowd, and the flow of people who were still out of the city immediately turned into entering the city, and everyone shouted in horror.

Niu Changfeng looked back at the outside of the city, just now those Tartar merchants wielding bright knives were rushing to the city gate from all directions, those people with goods had already abandoned the goods at this time and ran to the city gate, everyone's faces were frightened, Niu Changfeng even saw a few slow people being cut down to the ground by a few Tartar soldiers.

"Close the gates!" The officers and soldiers at the head of the city obviously found out what had happened, and immediately ordered the soldiers at the city gate to close the city gate, Niu Changfeng was very glad that he had discovered something wrong earlier, otherwise he would have been blocked at the city gate now.

Niu Changfeng was dragged by the flow of people to run into the city, as long as he returned to his house, he would probably be fine, Li Jia, who was still talking to him just now, and a few of his guys were no trace at this time, and in the huge and frightened crowd, they no longer knew where they were washed by the flow of people.

Just when Niu Changfeng was trying his best to find his familiar face in the crowd, he suddenly found that the cavalry of the Tartars had also rushed over, but at this time, the Fushun city gate was still open, and the soldiers at the city gate did not seem to have any intention of closing the city gate.

Fushun is coming to an end! Niu Changfeng's heart immediately blew a cold wind, and from the reaction of the soldiers at the city gate, he knew that they must have done the internal response of these tartars, because Niu Changfeng saw that several heads had been thrown off the city wall, and one of them Niu Changfeng knew, it was the gatekeeper.

Can't go home! Niu Changfeng immediately made a judgment in his heart, if he returned to his home at this time, these Jurchens who entered the city would definitely not let go of this famous businessman in Fushun City, but he still had a wife and children at home, if he didn't go back at this time, his wife and children would definitely be taken captive by these people.

What to do? What to do?

Niu Changfeng turned an alley, he couldn't run with the crowd anymore, because the Tartars would definitely kill all the way with the crowd, and with two legs, they would never be able to outrun the four legs of others, and the whereabouts of his subordinates and Li Jia from Dengzhou were unknown, and he was fine yesterday, but he didn't expect such a big incident to happen today.

Die and die! Die together! Thinking of his youngest son, who had just turned two years old, he stomped his feet hard, go back! To see if he can save his children, he can't watch his wife and children die at the hands of these Tartars.

While cursing the officials who betrayed Fushun, he was secretly anxious in his heart, only hoping that his wife and children could avoid this military disaster safely.

He could only pray to himself.

The sound of shouting and crying, and the screams echoed all around, Niu Changfeng could only stumble towards his home, many of whom had closed their doors, but this was just futile common sense, and those wolf-like Jiannu soldiers broke into the door in various ways.

In an instant, Niu Changfeng felt that Fushun had become hell.

Mixed with the screams of women and the cries of children, those voices beat Niu Changfeng's heart one by one, but he knew that even then the only thing he could do was to run away.

From time to time, the horses of the Jiannu cavalry galloped on the street, and the Jiannu who were fully draped were waving banners of various colors, slashing and killing everyone who could see them, and several knights and horses still had human heads on their necks that seemed to have been cut off.

Niu Changfeng stumbled into the alley of his house.

The door of his own house had been slammed open, and his heart was half cold.

He didn't dare to confirm whether Jiannu had already entered the door or had left, so he gently probed into his house along the corner.

In front of the large courtyard, there were several corpses lying on the ground, their heads had been cut off, but judging from their clothes, they were the servants of their own family.

The two maids died in front of the steps, their throats were full of blood, and the lower half of their bodies were all ** without exception, the white-turbid liquid was mixed with red blood, their eyes were wide open, their expressions were hideous, and they looked terrible.

Fifteen or sixteen years old like a flower, but was killed in such a way, Niu Changfeng didn't dare to look at it anymore, he stepped on the steps and pushed open the door of the main hall, on the main hall, the cups and plates were in disarray, the broken calligraphy and paintings and the broken porcelain tea bowls were smashed to the ground, and the things outside the body were secondary, and his wife and son were the ones he cared about the most.

He hurried into the inner hall, he only hoped that his wife and children would escape.

And then everything turned into an empty shadow.

Pushing open the door of the inner room, he saw the corpse of his wife's whole body, as well as the corpse of the child who was already cold.

The blood had already clotted.

Niu Changfeng knelt down in his room with a "poof", half a day ago, he was still teasing his son with his wife in the house.

Go? Go?

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Fushun is finished, when the first Eight Banners soldier crossed the city gate, Huang Taiji knew that the city of Daming had been completely finished, as the eighth son of the Khan, he has always followed the footsteps of Grandma, in the first month of this year, his Amma, the Jurchen Khan announced that he was going to attack the behemoth of Daming, at first, there were many people who opposed it in the clan, after all, Daming was a vast country, and it was once a direct subordinate of the Jurchens, and the relationship between the two sides has been good after Ning Yuanbo Li Chengliang, Even after Nurhachi became Khan, he maintained basic trade exchanges, and at this time, the rash attack on the Ming Dynasty could only lead to the retaliation of the Ming Dynasty, Li Chengliang's killing in Liaodong made these Jurchens frightened, but his own Amali led the army to attack Fushun, and now the fall of Fushun can at least shut up these visionless people.

"Huang Taiji, how is it?" A familiar voice came from behind him.

Huang Taiji immediately turned around, standing in front of him, was an old man, he was wearing yellow armor, and on his head was wearing the battle helmet of the Aixin Jueluo family left by the ancestors, and on his thin face, a sharp eye like Hai Dongqing was looking at Fushun who had fallen into his applause in the distance, and on his knife-like chin, a few slightly withered beards were fluttering slightly in the wind.

"Ama, Li Yongfang has already let my army into the city according to the agreement, and now the second brother Daishan and several uncles have led the troops into the city!" Standing in front of Huang Taiji was his father, the Khan of Dajin, Aixinjue Luo Nurhachi, the Jurchen people who once again competed with the Han people for the destiny of the world.

Nurhachi smiled lightly, all this had been expected by him for a long time, and he was not wrong Li Yongfang, this person has ambitions that others do not have, with the title of a deputy general and one of his granddaughters, in exchange for this huge Fushun City, it is worth it.

"Amma, I think that after this battle, the Ming Dynasty will inevitably shake up and down, and the time will definitely mobilize a large army to come to conquer!" Huang Taiji looked at Fushun City, where fire and smoke began to appear in the distance.

Nurhachi looked at the handsome son in front of him with interest, among his many sons, only this son is different from other sons, he has been smart since he was a child, and he is very clever, the most important thing is that he reads the most, when other children practice hunting all day long, only this son reads at home peacefully, of course, a Jurchen should be able to be he is also very proficient, which makes Nurhachi very pleased, although he is not very old now, but in his heart, This son can be considered as an heir.

"What? Do you also think Daming is scary? ”

Huang Taiji was slightly stunned, and then shook his head with a smile: "Although most people think that the Ming Dynasty is very large, but from the perspective of the Ming people I have seen over the years, the Ming Dynasty is just a behemoth with a virtual appearance. ”

Nurhachi nodded very approvingly, and then looked at Fushun City in the distance: "Since Li Chengliang's death, Daming has no one to use, I have been testing at the border all these years, just to see how this behemoth reacts, but I didn't expect Daming to have no intention of attacking, I know that these barbarians are no longer available, plus the Eight Banners have also completed training, naturally I can't let go of this good opportunity." ”

Since it has begun, there is no reason to stop, and this battle of his own Amma has been fully considered. Huang Taiji stared at the side face of his father, who had unified the Jurchen tribes that had fallen apart and were dominated by the Ming Dynasty, and also used the marriage policy to win over the Mongols, who had always been unhappy with the Ming Dynasty. In the end, he also personally selected Jurchen warriors and trained them into the Eight Banners Army. Everyone in the Eight Banners Army is a brave and good warrior, and they have endured until today, just to revive the glory of the Jurchens back then.

In that year, it was in this land that the Jurchen warrior Wanyan Aguda set off a mighty Jurchen storm, and the powerful Jurchen army swept through the Liao State and the Han Song, which was the first time that the Jurchens entered the Central Plains. Now, his Ama will lead the Jurchens to sweep the Han empire for the second time.

This time, it was the Jurchens who led the Xinjueluo family. From the moment his father raised the army, Huang Taiji had such a sense of mission in his heart, and he and his father were destined to lead the Jurchens to conquer the Han people, just like their era name: the Mandate of Heaven.

Fushun is the first trophy, and there will be a second and third Fushun after that, until one day the entire Liaodong will be the land of Dajin and Aixin Jueluo. Then, he will lead the brave warriors to conquer the Central Plains, which has been portrayed as a paradise by countless Jurchens.

"Huang Taiji! You have to remember that sooner or later, my Dajin will defeat the Ming Dynasty, and when the time comes, we will celebrate our victory in the capital of the Ming Dynasty and in the palace where the Zhu family has lived for generations! Nurhachi gently patted his son on the shoulder.

Da Ming, this is the official beginning, from now on, either you die, or I live.

Fushun not far away, echoed with the shouts of Jurchen warriors and mixed killing sounds, and the morning sun had been dyed red by the blood on the saber at this time.