After Zu Dashou surrendered, the Jin soldiers entered the city, and the Ming army in the city was moved to the Jin army camp to take care of it. After the surrender, the Jin soldiers did not break their promises, so that people sent food, although it was difficult to swallow, but compared to the rizi in the city, it was a world of difference, so more than 10,000 Ming soldiers surrendered to eat a full meal without psychological burden.

In the evening, the Jin soldiers were as if at noon, and the Han people were enslaved with the army to bring food to the surrendered soldiers.

During the meal, the soldiers began to speculate about what the Jin army would do with them, some said that they would be sent to the rear to be slaves for the Manchurians, some said that they would be incorporated into the Han army flag, some said that they would be sent to fight the Koreans, and some people began to worry that the Jin soldiers would break their oath and slaughter them. In short, there are all kinds of theories.

For these unfounded speculations about the surrendered troops, Wang Zhaoji really had no intention of participating, and he was also very confused now, not knowing where his future was.

"My lord, what do you think the Tartars will do with us?"

Wang Zhaoji's personal soldier Lu Er was very scared, when he went out of the city to surrender during the day, he was not so afraid, but now he felt inexplicably afraid.

"What, you're afraid?"

Wang Zhaoji gently pulled him to his side, barely squeezed out a smile, and said, "We don't have to die, isn't it good?" It's better to be alive than anything else, and what's there to be afraid of?"

Lu Er shook his head and said in a low voice: "My lord, in fact, I'm not afraid of death, I'm just afraid..."

"Afraid of what?"

Wang Zhaoji is a little strange, Lu Er has been with him for several years, he knows this child very well, and he knows that he is not the kind of person who is afraid of three or four. But seeing him like this now, he was obviously very afraid of something, and he couldn't help but be very curious.

Lu Er hesitated, glanced around, and found that there were no Eight Banners staring, so he boldly said: "My lord, the little one is afraid that the Mantars will let us go to Jinzhou and fight our own people." The little parents are all in Jinzhou. ”

Hearing Lu Er's worries, Wang Zhaoji was also suddenly in his heart, but he was quickly relieved, no matter how bold Jiannu was, it was impossible for them, the newly surrendered Ming army, to attack Jinzhou, otherwise, when they really arrived at the city of Jinzhou, the soldiers scattered in a hurry and surrendered to the city again, and Jiannu was just a meat bun and a dog and never returned.

smiled, comforted Lu Er and asked him not to worry, but a familiar voice came from behind him: "Zhaoji, you take someone back to Jinzhou with Ben Shuai."

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Huang Taiji agreed to Zu Dashou to take Jinzhou, but only let Zu Dashou sneak back to Jinzhou with twenty or thirty cavalrymen, and his sons and nephews were not allowed to take them away. Later, after Zu Dashou's request, he agreed to his righteous son Dusi Zu Zeyuan to go back with him.

An Zu Ze is far from being of great use, Zu Dashou now urgently needs a trusted general to help him return to Jinzhou and regain the military and political power of Jinzhou, otherwise, his nephews and nephews who stay in the Jin camp will be very dangerous and helpless, in desperation, Zu Dashou thought of Wang Zhaoji, the commander of the cavalry, this person was carried by himself on Juehua Island six years ago, and he has always been loyal to himself, and he should not go wrong when he returns to Jinzhou with him.

He believes that Wang Zhaoji is loyal to him and obedient enough. The most important thing is that Wang Zhaoji is a native of Liaodong Han, and he can't go with the generals from Guannei, so he is not afraid that he will betray himself.

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"Back to Jinzhou?"

Wang Zhaoji was stunned for dozens of seconds, feeling incredible, looking at Zu Dashou in a daze, and muttered to himself: Today, why is Zu Shuai going back to Jinzhou?

Doubts are doubts, Wang Zhaoji's long-term loyalty and obedience to Zu Dashuai made Wang Zhaoji almost not hesitate, so he nodded at Zu Dashou and didn't say anything. This attitude made Zu Dashou believe that his choice was correct. He had never liked talkative subordinates.

"Immediately select twenty soldiers with good horsemanship, and we will set out in half an hour."

I don't know if Lu Dao is too anxious to sacrifice Jinzhou to earn great merit or if he is afraid that Huang Taiji will regret it, Zu Dashou seems to be very anxious, which makes Wang Zhaoji unable to find a few generals under him, and he can only order twenty-two Liaodong soldiers who are all cavalry backgrounds.

Knowing that they could return to Jinzhou, those Liaodong soldiers were stunned, unbelievable, almost hugged each other and cried, they couldn't believe it, and only after those Eight Banners soldiers urged them to hurry up and prepare to leave, they believed their ears - they were able to return to Jinzhou

Although no one knew what the ancestors who had surrendered could leave from Jinying and lead them back to Jinzhou, the ecstasy of escaping had already made them so excited that they forgot to think about what to do.

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When they set off, everything was very secret, except for Huang Taiji and his generals, no one knew where these selected troops were going. Even those Han Chens who took refuge and the generals who newly formed the Han army banner did not know what to do.

After being brought to the camp by a Jin army bull, Wang Zhaoji saw more than 20 high-quality Mongolian horses in the open space in front of him, and some Ming army-style waist knives were thrown on the ground.

After being told that these horses were for them to ride, Wang Zhaoji was so excited that he hurriedly stepped forward and pulled a horse in his hand, if it weren't for the Eight Banners soldiers who were eyeing him all around, I was afraid that he couldn't wait to ride away on horseback.

The twenty-two Liaodong cavalrymen who were selected also suppressed their excitement, and stood cautiously beside Wang Zhaoji, full of hope and unspeakable doubts in their hearts.

After waiting for about half a pillar of incense, he saw Zu Dashou come out of the camp with red eyes, and several Eight Banner generals followed him behind him.

After the Eight Banners generals led by him whispered a few words to Zu Dashou, he motioned for him to take his own people and set off immediately.

After seeing Wang Zhaoji and they were ready, Zu Dashou didn't say anything, stepped on the war horse brought by his son Zu Zeyuan, glanced at the Eight Banners generals led by him, waved his hand, and ran in the direction of Jinzhou first.

Seeing this, Wang Zhaoji finally put down the last stone hanging in his throat, and when he stayed there, he was always nervous in his heart, for fear that Jiannu would suddenly regret it and not let Zu Shuai go back, so that he could not escape from the Jin camp and return to the camp of the Ming Dynasty.

At the moment when the prancing horse came out, Zu Dashou suddenly turned his head and glanced at the brightly lit Jin Army camp, and then quickly turned around, clamped his legs, and shouted: "Drive"

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After Zu Dashou led his subordinates to leave the Jin camp, Huang Taiji immediately sent 4,000 soldiers with yellow flags to follow. The commander of the army was the Jiala, Ezhen Ahsan, and the Erdudarhan of the Zhenghuang Banner.

These 4,000 gold soldiers had two tasks, one was to pretend to be chasing after Zu Dashou, so that Jinzhou would believe that Zu Dashou had broken through; Another task is to go outside the city, just wait for Zu Dashou to open the city gate and then rush in to take the city.

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There were 4,000 Eight Banner soldiers behind him, and Wang Zhaoji didn't know what to do, firstly, because Zu Dashou did not tell him, and secondly, because those Eight Banner soldiers always kept a distance of several miles from them, and did not move quickly, so they could not see far at all in the dark night, nor could they hear movement. But the soldier's intuition gave him a vague sense that something was wrong behind him, and when he was on horse, he turned his head several times to look north, but he could see nothing but darkness.

"Drive, drive, drive"

Zu Dashou only cared about pumping the horsewhip desperately, and galloped at the expense of horsepower. Zu Zeyuan always hung behind the most of the team, and like Wang Zhaoji, he also looked back from time to time, but his face was obviously very calm.

The Daling River is more than 30 miles away from Jinzhou, more than 50 miles away from Yizhou, and more than 20 miles to the southeast is Youtun, another control point of the Ming army.

From the Daling River to the south, there are Jinzhou, Songshan, Xingshan, Daxingbao, Tashan, Ningyuan and other cities, this sequence of large or small city fortresses is the Ming army in the narrow corridor of the west of Liaoning.

The distance of more than 30 miles is for fast horses, and if you don't spare any horsepower, you can reach it in half an hour.

Everyone was in a hurry and ran all the way, all wanting to get to Jinzhou as soon as possible.

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After traveling ten miles, suddenly, the rumbling sound of artillery sounded in the direction of Dalinghe City in the rear.

The sound of the cannon was heard very clearly from far and near.

The Ming army in the city has surrendered, what kind of artillery did the Tartars fire?

Wang Zhaoji was inexplicable, and wanted to stop and look back, but was reprimanded by Zu Zeyuan, who caught up behind: "Don't stop, go quickly"

The voice of Zu Dashou in front also sounded: "Zhaoji, don't care about the back, quickly enter Jinzhou with this town"

"Yes, Boss"

Wang Zhaoji hurriedly responded, did not dare to delay any longer, and whipped his horsewhip hard, followed Zu Dashou, and always maintained a distance of not falling a zhang.

Behind him, the sound of artillery grew denser and denser, especially in the middle of the night in the wilderness.

It is not far from Jinzhou, and you can reach it by running six or seven miles.

The horse galloped by, and the long mountain in the distance was faintly visible, black, which made people feel so depressed.

In the dark night, there seemed to be countless pairs of eyes staring at the official road leading to Jinzhou, and those pairs of eyes were staring closely ahead under the cover of the night, looking strange and terrifying

Ten years after the death of his wife and grandfather, there are some mundane things, which will be updated today and will be made up tomorrow night. ()