The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes.

Success or failure turns empty.

The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

On the white-haired fisherman river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.

A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet.

How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking.

Hauge did not escape in the end, and more than ten days after he evacuated Shenyang, he encountered the Jingbei Army's northward army in Kaiyuan.

In the face of Wang Fuchen, who was ten decisive and decisive, the Manchurian soldiers of the Zhenglan Banner who were hungry and cold had no chance at all, and the Han Army Banner with the army broke out, and the Eight Banners were suddenly defeated.

Prince Su Haoge did not live up to his father's reputation, and when the army was defeated, he did not choose to flee, but took Ao Bai, Sonny and Curb Bilong and other cronies to proofread the Zu Dashou father and son who were eager to ask for merit and reward in front of the Ming Dynasty, and launched a decisive charge.

"Even if this king dies, he will kill all of you eggless white-eyed wolves first."

These were Hauge's last words, and of course there was Ao Bai, the first warrior of Manchuria, and he did the same.

Even if the Eight Banners were caught off guard by the Han Army Banner that was on the verge of defection, Ao Bai and Hao Ge were still in the chaos, slashing and killing Zu Dashou, Zu Zehong and others, but although their personal martial arts and courage could succeed in this battlefield of thousands of troops and horses, they would eventually be exhausted, just when the long knives of Hao Ge and Ao Bai pierced Zu Dashou's chest, they were also submerged by countless Han soldiers.

"Jiang Shuai, you see, it's not the Manchurians who boast of their strength, it's really the Guanning army that raises their own respect, since the rise of the Eastern Captives, the Guanning army has hardly won a battle, but once the court is strong, they can fight on par with Manchuria."

"Wouldn't it be better in this way, traitors and Manchurians dog-eat-dog, let's just watch the show, and when they are done, let's go clean up the battlefield."

Looking at the Han Army Banner and the Manchurian soldiers of the Zhenglan Banner who sacrificed their lives to fight each other on the battlefield, Wang Fuchen and Jiang Xiang did not make a move, but watched jokingly.

Pyongyang City.

Because the Joseon king Yi Ju insisted on not accepting the surrender of the Manchurians in the city, in October of the first year of Yongli, the defenders in the city finally ran out of food.

In order to fill their stomachs, they almost emptied the rat holes in the city, and after the last grain of grain was eaten, the hungry Manchurians, who could not stand it, began to kill the horses.

But the horse meat is too coarse, and if you eat too much, it will not only be difficult to digest, but also swelling your stomach and even difficult to go to the toilet.

As a result, the Manchurians in the city had bigger and bigger bellies, but they couldn't go to the latrines, and many people were killed by horse meat in this way, and as more and more people died, the plague finally bred in the city of Pyongyang.

In desperation, Zilharang set fire to his temporary mansion, and he was accompanied to his death by Gushan Tai and other blue-flaged generals.

On November 15, the first year of Yongli, the Ming Dynasty coalition army marched into the city of Pyongyang with a white bone, and at this moment, there were only 17 hungry Manchurian soldiers left in the city.

As in Pyongyang, after sending out the Empress Dowager Zhong Muna and Hong Chengchou and other Han officials, Dolgon of Liaoyang did not receive the news that Zhang Shaoqian had allowed him to surrender, but instead saw the walled walls built by the Jingbei army outside Liaoyang.

"The emperor's hegemony is empty, and the success or failure of right and wrong turns empty."

Seeing more and more Ming army flags arriving on the periphery of Liaoyang, Dolgon knew that the end of the Qing Dynasty was coming, and as the grain stored in the city was dwindling, Dolgon no longer cared about state affairs, and spent all day long, drunk and dreaming of life and happiness with Xinna's Fujin.

In the dream, Dolgon seemed to see him leading the soldiers of the Eight Banners to take advantage of the aftermath of the Songjin War, with the momentum of destroying the withering and decaying, all the way into Shanhaiguan, into the Shenjing of the Ming Dynasty, into the southern capital of the Ming Dynasty, into Yunnan, and then Dingding Central Plains, and achieved the great cause of unifying the world.

For this dream, he didn't want to wake up, he was afraid that as soon as his eyes opened, the Ming soldiers would enter Liaoyang City.

On the 18th day of December in the first year of Yongli, after eating up the last grain in Liaoyang City, the Manchurian Dingkou in the city looked at the majestic Qing Palace, where they knew that there were rations for their survival.

"Why do they have food to eat, and we don't even have to gnaw on the bark here?"

The hungry Dingkou, who couldn't stand it anymore, finally picked up his sword and rushed to the palace, which they regarded as a holy place.

The fierce shouting and killing continued for three days and three nights, and the Eight Banners Dingkou, who was already hungry and crazy, went forward one after another and fell under the city wall outside the Qing Palace.

The corpses were piled up, and more Manchurian Dingkou climbed the walls of the Great Qing Palace along the road almost stacked with corpses, and then frantically poured towards the Khan's palace.

The soldiers of the Eight Banners of the White Banner guarding the palace were also ruthless, they also needed food, although many of the people who entered the palace were their brothers, nephews and even elders, but they did not stay behind.

After the bloody battle, the entire Liaoyang City was lonely, and in despair, Dolgon looked at his former subjects and burned the Qing Palace.

Li Xingzhi did not break his promise, from the beginning of June of the first year of Yongli, the Liao forward began to be formed, and on December 20 of the first year of Yongli, the Jingbei Army finally entered Liaoyang City, which had fallen for nearly 30 years.

In order to consolidate Liaodong, Li Xingzhi immediately in the name of King Yan of the Ming Dynasty awarded Li Rui, the former Marquis of Zhenyuan, as the Duke of Liaoguo, the Governor of Liaodong, Li Dingguo, Marquis of Xining, as the Duke of Jin and the Governor of Liaodong, and Lu Liangzhi, the former governor of Liaonan, as the governor of Liaodong.

When the clinker wine was half-drunk, Li Bangjie took out a yellow robe out of nowhere and draped it on the half-drunk Li Xingzhi. He bowed and said: "Your Royal Highness, Wu Rensheng, has the merit of rebuilding in my Huaxia, and immediately takes the throne of the emperor and opens peace for all generations." ”

The rest of Xu Yixian, Yang Ji, Zhang Shaoqian, Li Rui, Li Dingguo, Shang Kexi, Geng Zhongming and other civil and military officers of the Jingbei Army also bowed down one after another, saying long live.

"Bastard, I, Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, have been captured in Mobei, and have the grace of reinvention in Huaxia, can Gu'an do such a rebellious thing? Moreover, today's son has not committed any immorality, and he is alone and abolished, and it is not the work of a minister. ”

Li Xingzhi Huo Ran was shocked, raised his eyes to look at Xu Yixian, he knew that it was impossible for Li Bangjie to say such a gorgeous persuasion, and he didn't expect that this gang of cowards would suddenly attack at this time.

"His Royal Highness's road is blue, to be alone in Gaoyang, since the grass, the south broke the Liukou in the Central Plains, and the north destroyed the Tartars in Liaodong, its merits are far greater than that of Ming Taizu, and His Royal Highness's name is Zhongxing, it is really a succession, how can he not be the emperor?"

Xu Yixian looked at Li Bangjie depressedly, this dog thing is really a rammer, he taught him so many words, he actually remembered a sentence, and he had no choice but to end up in person.

"Yes! The ministers know that His Highness is loyal, but if His Highness is not the emperor, what will we do with those who follow you in the future? ”

Zhang Shaoqian and Li Dingguo grabbed the land with their heads, they knew that if Li Xingzhi, a powerful minister, would not go further for a day, then the civil officials and scholars loyal to the Zhu Ming Dynasty in the world would have one more day of fantasies, and even the generals and soldiers in the army might be rebelled by them.

"Hooray, hooray......!"

"Hooray, hooray......!"

Li Xingzhi still hesitated, but the civil and military generals under the hall and the soldiers of the Jingbei Army inside and outside the camp broke out into fierce cheers, and the sound resounded in the sky over Liaoyang and in the land of Liaodong.

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