Mang Gutai heard Wu Nege's words, and hurriedly asked for surrender.

When the slave chief saw this, he did not immediately condemn the two, and for a while, the sweat tent was so quiet that the needles could be heard.

In the silence, five of the Baylors standing with their hands down, lowered their heads and looked at each other with the corner of their eyes and asked: "So in this battle, is it a victory or a defeat?" ”

The slave chief is also struggling with this problem, because in the end of his heroic life, what he once disdained has become the most important, that is-face.

In addition, there is a question that has always been haunting his mind, and he can't figure it out, and it can't get rid of it.

——From Fushun to Salhu to Liaoyang, the Ming Kingdom was defeated again and again, and no matter how fierce the resistance was, he was suppressed and ruthlessly slaughtered, including the absolute elite of the Ming army, such as the Qi family army and the white pole soldiers.

But why is it that a small city in Ningyuan, with tens of thousands of trapped beast-like recruits, still resists so fiercely? And now, there is a small island of Juehua with less than 20,000 people......

"Could it be that I am really wrong? Is it really wrong for me to slaughter Ming Dog? ”

From Ning Yuan's strength, to the old doctor's direct face to death, to the almost resolute resistance on Juehua Island.

Finally, the mentality of this hero, who had never tasted defeat, unknowingly underwent a quiet, uneven unaware change.

"So, the Ming dog of Juehua Island has no strength to fight again?"

Everyone in the tent stopped talking and thinking because of the silence of the slave chieftain, but Huang Taiji, who was prostrate on the ground, instantly figured out this extremely critical place, and immediately thought of not wearing a crime and making meritorious service at this time, when should he wait?

So, he suddenly straightened up, but solemnly bowed to the ground, and said loudly: "Father Khan, the son has the courage to plead, and fight Juehua again!" ”

"Huh?"

The five Belles, including the Nu Chief and Dai Shan, looked at Huang Taiji in unison as if they had been woken up in an instant, but suddenly heard another muffled sound.

When he looked closely, it was Dolgon who knelt on the ground with a plop, clenched his fists and asked for battle: "Father Khan, the son is willing to go out with the starling to fight for his father Khan, and fight for Dajin, if you don't kill Guangjue Huaming dog, you will not return to the camp." ”

The young man's heroic posture and exuberant energy made the slave chief's heart pound.

His depressed heart finally felt a little comforted, and blurted out: "Okay! They are all my good sons! They are all my good sons! Huangtai Gidorgon listens to orders! ”

"Erchen is here!"

"Order the two of you to immediately prepare the cavalry of the headquarters, and when the morning dawns, the soldiers will find Hua, and then fight Minggou!"

"Wow! Sons obey orders! Sons and daughters thank their father Khan for his grace! Father Khan Shengming! ”

Huang Taiji and Dolgon immediately bowed to worship, and Dai Shan and other Baylors also knelt down in an instant, shouting long live in their mouths, but the expression on their faces against the cold ground was incomprehensible, and no one could guess and see clearly.

Fan Wencheng's shadow stood on the side of the slave chief's bed with his hands down, looking at the heads and backs of these eight Baylors who had the power to discuss politics, with an indifferent expression.

However, in the deepest part of their eyes, there was a faint flame flickering, as if these noble bodies were kneeling down to a literate self in their eyes.

On the second day, when the sky was still bright, Huang Taiji and Dolgon each led 3,000 cavalry to run out of the camp of Houjinlonggong Temple, bypassing the heavily garrisoned Ningyuan, and galloping quickly to the sea.

Such an undisguised momentum was naturally immediately detected by Ning Yuan's defenders, and then reported to the coach Yuan Chonghuan.

After the latter learned about it, he was immediately shocked and immediately called the four major generals to discuss, but there was no good plan, so he could only continue to place high hopes on Zhao Shujiao and Huang Chongzhen, hoping that they would lead the Juehua army and people to create another miracle.

But in my heart, no one dares to have any extravagant hopes.

General such as Man Gui and Zhu Mei Zuofu all regretted Zhao for his teaching.

Yuan Chonghuan and Zu Dashou felt very sorry for Huang Chongzhen, and his simple appearance was always haunting in their minds - it seemed that people and animals were harmless and ordinary, but in fact, they were full of flowery intestines and bad ink.

It's just that the melancholy of the two only lasted for most of the day, and it ended in laughter.

It was not that the two of them were unkind, but that they had deliberately made a great battle before, and the freshly clothed angry horse ran around Ning Yuan, and then galloped to the seaside in high spirits, and came back after noon.

Although its military appearance is still prosperous and neat, the helplessness and decadence of powerlessness can be felt even from afar.

The Slave Chief is even more sympathetic, because he is the absolute founder of this army, and he can feel even the slightest change at the first time.

However, this time, he was not as emotional as last time, but put on his horse and came to the camp gate in person, waiting for the iron and blood who had fought with him all his life.

Even if Ning Yuan was at the head of the city, Yuan Chonghuan was ordering the entire city of soldiers and civilians to make noise and mock, he didn't care.

Huang Taiji and Dolgon dismounted and walked from a distance, and finally fell to their knees in front of their father Khan with a "plop".

Huang Taiji was silent, but it was the young and vigorous Dolgon, who lamented angrily: "Father Khan, this day and two nights of warm spring rain has caused the frozen sea to begin to thaw. After five miles from the shore, it was unbearable for the cavalry to gallop on horseback.

Just like the poem of the Tang Dynasty - suddenly like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms. My starling and I tried our best to march to Juehua Island again, so we had to lead our army back. ”

The slave chief struggled to straighten his back, and his majestic body still looked so tall and mighty on the tall horse.

But Fan Wencheng, who was as careful as a hair, clearly saw this majestic body, and after hearing his words from the old fourteen, he shook it imperceptibly.

"Perhaps in the heart of this self-proclaimed Mandate of Heaven, the Mandate of Heaven has always been more devastating than the 'crime of war'."

Fan Wencheng sighed secretly, and wanted to tell Dolgon that the Tang poem he quoted was not describing spring, but the winter of "Hutian and August that is snow", but in view of this, he closed his mouth tightly.

Sure enough, the slave chief said calmly: "It's okay, you two, let's lead the army back to the camp for the time being." ”

"Wow!" The silent Huang Taiji immediately received the order.

"Father Khan......" Dolgon, a rebellious teenager, is still full of unwillingness.

His stubborn lips kept spurting, and his hot-blooded heart kept stirring.

But in the end, he could only succumb to the unpredictable time, looked up to the sky and roared sadly, and then followed behind his old starling brother and led the troops back to the camp.

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

After three days of spring rains, the earth began to slowly recover from the ice.

Especially on the last day, the rainfall increased sharply, and it rained for a day and a night, and the temperature also rose sharply a lot, not only was the sea thawing rapidly, but even all the roads that attacked Ningyuan became muddy.

This is like Houjin, who is trapped in the Ningyuan battle situation and cannot extricate himself, although he still has the absolute initiative, but there is no time and place, and the military spirit is also slightly fluctuating, so he can't help but feel extremely muddy.

The slave chief's lifelong ambition, under the blow of such overlapping unfavorable factors, finally began to gather his wings like an old Hai Dongqing, wanting to return to the branches to rest.

This sudden spring rain made Houjin extremely sad, but it made the Ming defenders who swore to resist to the death extremely happy.

The so-called a few joys and a few sorrows, probably that's the case.

Huang Chongzhen is so grateful for this timely rain, even if he is wrapped in bandages on his hands, he can't help but stretch out this injured right hoof, wanting to hold the elf-like lively jumping rain in his arms.

But even when he stretched out his arms, the elves were giggling and laughing, and happily threw themselves into the embrace of the earth.

The spies sent out, when they heard the Houjin cavalry trying to score a brace, their vanguard smashed the ice and was mercilessly swallowed by the icy water.

The hanging heart of the survivors of the bloody battle on Juehua Island was finally completely relaxed, and it beat steadily and vigorously in the chest.

"It's a free-to-switch weather...... During the Xiaoice River period, it really lived up to its name. Huang Chongzhen sighed faintly, but in fact, the enthusiasm and joy in his heart are really not comparable to any one person, and he can feel it.

Kyaw Wah Island! Hold on!

Juehua Island, which was burned by the Houjin Massacre on top of the original history, really held it!

He, a little butterfly from later generations, a small soldier in Ning Yuan's army, proved to time and space that history can also be rewritten by little people through hard work with his paranoid enthusiasm and stubbornness.

At the same time, Huang Chongzhen also truly realized that in the battle of fate between the Ming Dynasty and the Houjin, which is related to the fate of China for hundreds of years in the future, the Houjin still occupies the initiative, and even faintly grasps the general trend of history.

But after this battle, Daming was like a phoenix in Nirvana, and really began to be reborn.

Just like the roar above the Dragon City: Juehua Juehua, awaken China.

The proud hearts of the Chinese people, after being anxious and impetuous for a long time, finally began to awaken again.

Huang Chongzhen believes that the meaning of what he wants to resolutely protect Juehua Island lies in this.

No matter how heavy the casualties are and how heavy the price is, once you win by luck, this meaning will expand infinitely, and it will leave a deep imprint in the hearts of all the living beings of the Later Jin and the Ming Dynasty - the Jurchen is not invincible!

Huang Chongzhen believes that this imprint may be the key to rewriting history.

January lanterns, February zheng, March wheat straw to make a sheng ......

The wind from the south blew across the island, and I don't know which brave man's lucky boy made a kite and flew it in the sky, and even though more and more kites flew into the clear blue sky that reflected the sea.

Listening to the immature laughter, Huang Chongzhen realized that there were still so many little lives hidden on this island, and he couldn't help but be moved by his almost paranoid persistence.