Moreover, from a big soldier directly to a garrison general, how many levels did you jump in succession?

Zu Dashou used his fingers many times but couldn't count them clearly, so he felt that this was already extremely rare, and it was not an exaggeration to say that there was no one before or after him.

Of course, whether there will be Yuan Chonghuan's doubts and wait-and-see considerations still exists, and Zu Dashou is unknown.

Just when Yuan Chonghuan was already preparing for the final victory, the Nu chief also received the news that Mao Wenlong's troops had left Phi Island and attacked Yongning and other cities in the rear.

Under the enemy's back, he weighed it again and again, and finally had to choose to withdraw from the increasingly muddy quagmire of Ningyuan and return to help stabilize the rear.

On the eighth day of the second month of the sixth year of the Apocalypse, the lord and slave chieftain of the male of the Later Golden Dragon Xing faced the general trend, and could not temporarily put aside his hatred for Ningyuan and Juehua Island, temporarily lowered his arrogant head, and withdrew his troops back to the division.

On the other hand, it was Da Ming, a dragon who had been severely injured by a hundred battles, finally raised his head proudly again, and from his huge two nostrils, he spewed out two scorching and tragic breaths.

First, it is a great victory for Ningyuan.

The second is a tragic victory for Juehua.

But the slave chief was not the first to withdraw, but personally broke the queen, making the Zhenghuang Flag the last Houjin Eight Banner left in the eyes of Ningyuan's defenders.

Fan Wencheng knew very well his intentions, that is, he wanted to make his last effort to learn from Yuan Chonghuan's strategy of luring the enemy with his body, leading him to hold back and go out of the city to pursue. At the same time, it is also a maintenance of the majesty of the later Jin Great Khan.

However, the scholar was still firmly carrying out his triumphant work against the Later Golden Iron Cavalry - the fortified city, with the cannon. You come, I bombard; You go, I won't send ......

No, let's send it away......

Hearing the seven cannon sounds coming from the head of Ningyuan City, the Nu Chief finally determined that the three cannons on Juehua Island were indeed transported from Ningyuan.

As for the time, it was probably within the time when he was unconscious and the whole army temporarily retreated.

is so good at catching fighters and courage, so that the slave chief, who claims to be the best at this, has to admire.

The rain stopped, and in this land near the Great Wall, the air was cold with a hint of warmth, very fresh, and it was refreshing to take a breath.

The slave chieftain was meticulously clothed, and under the layers of the pro-army and the elite of the Zhenghuang Banner, he quietly looked at the Ningyuan city in the distance and was silent for a long time.

Suddenly, he said with a little melancholy: "I heard that the eighth child gave himself a Han name, called Huang Taiji? ”

Fan Wencheng didn't understand why the heroic master in front of him suddenly brought the topic to this, so he said cautiously and humbly: "Back to the Great Khan, Eighth Master...... Probably just a joke, right? ”

"Kidding? This son of mine is very thoughtful, how can he be joking? ”

The slave chief sneered, but shouted in his galloping heart: "Huang Taiji? Huang Taiji? What a similar name! Since you like it so much, you will make it your name from now on.

But don't forget, you're the Golden Belle of my Majesty, but you must not let me down! What you propose is not only to encircle the Han Chen, but also to treat the Han people well, which may really be right......

Dolgon, my favorite son, I'm sorry, you're too young to beat your beloved starling.

But don't worry, I will also make good arrangements for you, so that the eighth child will not dare to make a slight move on you, and even owe you a sweat position......"

Fan Wencheng saw that the master was just staring at Ning Yuan tightly, and was silent for a long time, so he leaned over and just held the reins of the horse, quiet as a shadow.

After a long time, I heard the master in an extremely calm tone, and suddenly said: "When Ben Khan decided to conquer the Ming Dynasty in person, Xu Daoshi's persuasion failed, so he wrote a word of proverb and gave it.

Does Mr. Fan still remember, which word of proverb did he write? ”

"Back to the Great Khan, the slave naturally remembers that it is a 'block' word." Fan Wencheng hurriedly whispered.

The simple and vicissitudes of proverbs, which were angrily written on paper by Xu Daoshi, are now in his arms.

"yes, a blocking word. Ling Ben Khan thought that even if he couldn't take all the Ming soil outside Shanhaiguan, he could also cut off all the connections between Ningyuan and the pass, making it a lonely city.

Therefore, Ben Khan took the Yongqing Gate in the south as the direction of the main attack.

It's just that I never expected that Xu Daoshi's original intention was that the destiny of heaven was blocked, and the eagle folded its wings. Why couldn't he be clearer? Why do you have to make a one-word proverb?

His appearance of being ambiguous and leaky in everything really made Ben Khan completely disgusted and hated it. Mr. Fan, after returning to Shengjing, I will send Xu Daoshi to prison, and you will execute it. ”

Fan Wencheng has long hated the so-called national teacher who is also from the Han family, but is countless times smarter than himself, and has steadily suppressed him almost everywhere, and when he heard the words, he forcibly endured the ecstasy in his heart, bowed his head and responded: "Tsk! ”

"Class teacher! Back to Beijing! ”

The Slave Chief took a deep breath of the moist air, and cast the deepest glance at Ning Yuan, as if he wanted to imprint it deeply in his mind.

But in the end, he could only angrily wave the horsewhip, turn the horse's head, and gallop away along the winding road of the western Liaoxi corridor to the hinterland of eastern Liaodong that he had temporarily captured.

The thousands of troops and horses of the Zhenghuang Banner immediately followed, and the banner hunted with the strong wind, and the power was not insufficient.

But even so, he still can't hide the loneliness of the hero's defeat in the last battle.

As if it was fate, or perhaps the destiny of heaven was like this, the setting sun poked out of the clouds, reflecting his distant figure, as if to say goodbye to this Houjin Xiong who changed the name of the year to the mandate of heaven.

Goodbye, Ning Yuan.

Goodbye, Slave Chief.

Goodbye, Khan of Destiny.

After the slave chieftains captured Liaoyang, they did not take this former Guanwai city of the Ming Dynasty as Kyoto, but brought Kyoto from Hetuara to Shenyang, and continued to attack the Ming Dynasty with this military guard as the Beijing division.

The warriors of the expedition returned, and the princes and nobles of Houjin who stayed in Shenyang went out of the city for ten miles to greet each other, which was extremely grand.

It's just that when the slave chieftain was surrounded by these people, he stood under the tall and mighty Huaiyuan Gate in Shenyang.

I thought that the kid called "Huang Chongzhen" entered Shenyang from the corresponding Fujin Gate and provoked the Battle of Ningyuan.

So, I suddenly felt that this deliberately created triumphant atmosphere seemed so ironic.

The irrepressible sadness buried deep in his heart also suddenly rose, hurting his heart, and even overshadowing his once incomparably powerful ambition.

After more than ten days of deep depression, he finally led to the most severe punishment for his life's hard work, causing him to vomit blood and his majestic body to fall down.

"Great Khan! Sweat! ”

"Father Khan! Father Khan! ”

A generation of heroes is bedridden.

Houjin Shenyang also instantly fell like the sky, people's hearts floated, and there was chaos.

The nobles of the Houjin Dynasty searched for famous doctors, and even did not hesitate to send people to the territory of the Ming Dynasty to forcibly tie up and search, but to no avail.

dragged on to August 11, depressed, and the slave chief finally had seven hatreds for the Ming Dynasty, and finally ended.

Before dying, the slave chieftain faced the eight kings and the rest of the princes and nobles who surrounded him, and summoned Huang Taiji in full view of everyone, and also retreated from the rest of the people with different expressions.

The father and son were alone in a room, holding candles and kneeling, and had a conversation that was enough to affect the fortunes of the Later Jin Dynasty and also had a far-reaching impact on the situation in Liaodong.

The figures of the two were cast by candlelight on the window paper, and they seemed to contrast with each other, as if at that moment, the father and son, who had opposite ideas on the issue of the Han people, finally reached an agreement.

No one knows the content of this conversation, only that it went on all night, and the father and son are still unsatisfied.

But when the sky turned white, this joy came to an abrupt end.

Immediately afterwards, the Houjin nobles, who had been waiting anxiously outside all night, heard Huang Taiji's suppressed and grieving voice coming from the slave chief's bedroom.

Mang Gutai, who wanted to rush in several times but didn't dare after all, finally kicked in the door as he wished, and then saw a scene that made his eyes split.

His starling brother Huang Taiji was hugging his lifeless but still unwilling and resentful father Khan, stroking the corpse and crying.

He immediately pointed at the halberd and shouted, "Old Eight, what did you do to Father Khan?" ”

"Old eight, let go of Father Khan!" Erbeile Amin also immediately helped, pointing the finger at his cousin, Huang Taiji, who made him feel more and more palpitations.

Ah Shan didn't say anything, but his face was not good, and his eyes were gloomy.

In the six months when the slave chief was seriously ill, the eight Baylors who had the right to discuss politics were brothers, friends and brothers on the surface, but in fact they had their own hearts and minds, and they had gradually divided into several camps, making final preparations for the battle for the throne.

In fact, during this time, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the most favorite heir to the throne of the slave chief is Huang Taiji, and perhaps Dolgon, but the latter is younger after all, and he is still insufficient in terms of ability and qualifications.

During this half a year, the Nu Chief also intentionally or unintentionally paved the way for both Huang Taiji and Dolgon.

In particular, this long conversation on the last night seems to be a powerful condition for him to create for the last time, knowing that his limit is approaching.

However, how could the rest of the seven kings, who were not inferior and held great power, be so willing to give him the name of the Han family, the Four Beylers, as the Great Khan?

The Houjin princes who were qualified to stand inside or outside the house, no matter what their private friendship was, after looking at each other, they all stood silently behind Baylor, who represented the interests of their respective tribes, as if they had agreed.

Between each other, there is a clear distinction, and there is no longer a grand occasion when the slave chieftain is alive, and the eight kings discuss politics together.

Huang Taiji has always resolved his disadvantageous situation by soothing the corpse and crying bitterly, but he knows that the camp is quietly changing in the house, and he also knows that the cruel battle for the throne has officially begun, and there is no way to avoid it.

Only by rising to the challenge and ascending to that position can we have the qualifications and space to display our ambitions.