"Like the fiasco of Sarhu, Liaoyang, and Guangning, my Dajin only needs to experience one to overturn, but Daming has only turned from prosperity to decline, and a series of failures since then have only made him breathless.

Can you imagine that our Hetuara was captured by the Ming army? My son, even if you can break through the pass one day, don't rush to attack the Jingshi of the Ming Dynasty, because some people in the Ming Dynasty came to King Qin.

You should know the shame of Jingkang, right? Crossing the Yellow River, drinking horses and the Yangtze River, and capturing the second emperor, what a majestic Dajin was at that time!

But it was precisely because of this that the fierce resistance of the Song people was aroused, and after a hundred years, not only did they not advance an inch, but they also lost the country. Although the Mongols are responsible for this, the biggest reason lies in ourselves.

After my son ascended the throne, we must be careful of the Mongols, this ethnic group has had a glorious past, and the slightest opportunity can restore the glory of the ancestors, we must be cautious.

As for North Korea, I must have already asserted it, right?

Okay, Father Khan is really going this time, my son must remember, for the Ming Dynasty, when he cut his wings, slowly draw it, if he can fight, he will fight, and if he can't fight, he will lure it.

Because...... Da Ming is too big...... I have fought all my life, but I have only obtained a corner of Liaodong...... It can be said that it started in Liaodong and blocked in Liaodong...... I'm not convinced...... I'm really not convinced......"

The slave chief chattered for a long time in Huang Taiji's sleep.

In the end, he roared and said that he was not convinced, and woke up Huang Taiji, who was sleeping very unsteadily, and saw that the sky outside the window was already covered with some light, and it had passed all night.

"It's dawn so soon? It's time to get up and go to meet the envoy sent by Yuan Chonghuan. ”

I slept very late last night, and I couldn't sleep well.

As a result, Huang Taiji only felt that his body and spirit were more tired, and he wanted to fall asleep again, but for the only seat, he had to beat his spirits, summoned personal guards, and waited for him to freshen up.

His second brother Ah Shan also got up to freshen up at this time.

However, compared with the ascetic-like Huang Taiji, he enjoyed it a lot, holding a snow-white body with a warm nephrite fragrance, stopping and resting, resting and stopping, and the big dog shook like a big dog in the middle of the night.

In the second half of the night, it was squeezed out of stock.

But the beauty is gracious, and I don't know if there will be a chance in the future, so I use my tongue like a spring, and I use both hands and mouth.

It wasn't until the end of the day that the little brother had the spirit again, so he came twice more, and finally satisfied the beauty who was clearly ripe, but still as compact as a girl, and then hugged each other and slept for a while.

This night, the stars and the moon were brilliant, Huang Chongzhen and his entourage drank wine, ate meat and sang in the courtyard, and after carnivaling for half the night, they were very restrained.

Then wait for the day, recuperate, until the sky is about to dawn, the morning star in the east flashes the light of self-improvement, and then also get up, clean up, and straighten.

When everything was ready, the heavy vermilion lacquer gate was opened, and when the first rays of sunlight poured in, two neat columns lined up and walked onto the streets of Shenyang, paved with huge bluestones.

Zu Dale led the team in front, his beard trembled, but his expression and movements were meticulous.

Huang Chongzhen pressed the formation in the back, gently shouted the password of "one, two, one", and walked neatly to the Shenyang Forbidden City.

Unlike yesterday's casualness, no matter how the people who came to watch the street after hearing the news pointed at them or spoke ill of each other, they were no longer ashamed or mad, but looked ahead and walked forward.

The posture with his head held high and his neat pace soon amazed the viewers.

The new posture of the Ming soldiers was finally shown for the first time in the fierce Jurchen ethnic group under Huang Chongzhen's hard training.

Especially the extraordinarily tall boy at the end, the big yellow dog that followed him, was simply mighty.

It's not the first time Huang Chongzhen has come to the Shenyang Forbidden City, but this time is very different from the last time.

Turning the corner of the street, you will see five steps and one post, ten steps and one sentry, leading directly to the two simple and old vermilion lacquer gates, and there are not a few hidden sentry posts in the houses on both sides, which can be called heavily guarded.

"I don't know if it's because of the seven kings vying for the throne, or because of the majestic atmosphere deliberately created for me and others." Huang Chongzhen thought silently.

Looking at the children of the Eight Banners on duty, they may not be the strongest among the Jurchen tribes, but their bodies are all toned and vigorous, with great spirit, holding knives and guns, standing as straight as a benchmark.

Beginning with the slave chieftains, successive emperors of the Later Jin Dynasty worked hard to promote their own culture.

However, the place guarded by these children of the Eight Banners, although built by the Nu chieftain himself, is still a majestic building full of traditional Han style.

"Obviously, the slave chief has been extremely poor all his life, and he has exhausted all his organs, but in his subconscious, he can't get rid of the infiltration of Han culture into him, or in other words, he can't break free from the shameful experience of being a slave in the family of the Han military general."

Huang Chongzhen thought again, unlike the last quick glance, this time I have the leisure to enjoy this 22nd century historical and cultural heritage.

From far and near, only to see the tip of the octagonal heavy eaves, the top of the hall is covered with yellow glazed tiles and inlaid with green trimming.

Sixteen colorful glazed ridges, large wooden frame structure, mortise and tenon joints, eaves and arches, color paintings, glaze, dragon columns, phase wheel beads, Sanskrit smallpox, contrast with each other.

The only one with the temperament of the Eight Banners may be the Eight Hercules.

A group of young people stepped to the palace gate, and the heavy vermilion lacquer gate happened to open with a "boom", and in front of the Dazheng Hall where the vision could be reached in front of them, a voice was coming from itself: "Xuanming Kingdom is coming to enter the palace to meet you." ”

"It's not the father-in-law from last time." When Huang Chongzhen heard this, he was originally a little apprehensive, and he immediately made up his mind.

As a result, the guards of the Eight Banners at the gate of the palace also roared in unison, their voices low and powerful, as if they wanted to overwhelm the neat Ming envoys in terms of momentum.

This palace, which has not yet been expanded, was only built when the Nu chieftain decided to move the capital to Shenyang, but neither the scale nor the sense of history can be compared with the Forbidden City of the Ming Dynasty.

As Huang Chongzhen said: "Two doors, one hall, ten pavilions." ”

However, Zu Dale and the others had never seen what the palace looked like.

There is no contrast, there is no harm, and the guards are indeed tight, which makes it feel particularly majestic.

The Jurchens' dismount was indeed very sufficient, especially the sound of rumbling war drums faintly in the hall, Rao was mentally prepared, but when he entered the legendary Longtan Tiger's Den, he was inevitably a little uneasy in his heart.

"Hello, meet again, Shenyang Forbidden City."

Huang Chong really crossed over from the 22nd century like a forest of steel, and naturally he didn't have a little psychological burden, just chuckled and said hello to him, then suddenly lifted his breath and shouted: "All of them!" March! ”

A group of young people were excited, and the heroic righteousness of swearing to death in the chest and abdomen was stimulated again, and under the leadership of Zu Dale, he entered the tall and profound palace gate without fear.

And passed through the Ten Kings Pavilion on both sides of the forest, and stopped in front of the stairs in front of the Dazheng Palace.

The stairs are very short, only about thirty steps.

Every third step, there was a fully armed Eight Banners disciple standing on the left and right.

Carrying a war knife at his waist, he holds the barrel of the gun in one hand and the flagpole in the other.

The brocade flags of eight colors representing the Eight Banners tribe fly in the wind, hunting sound, and they are not mighty.

But even so, it is still impossible to hide the fact that the stairs are too short, the Forbidden City is too narrow, and the main hall in front of it is too narrow.

Wu Sangui has a rich family background, and he used to take it with his father when he was a child, so he is the only one among the teenagers who has the opportunity to glimpse the Ming Palace from afar.

But he was just a dumbfounder, seeing that the legendary Longtan Tiger's Den was not as big as Er'er, he opened his mouth wide and said in a daze: "It turns out that the Forbidden City of the slave chief is only so big." ”

Fortunately, Huang Chongzhen expected this in advance, so he told Zu Dashou to let him stand in the middle of the team, plus his voice was not loud, and there was an autumn wind, so he was not heard by others.

Only Zu Dashou turned his head and glared at him fiercely.

Zhou Ji and Yuan Qi, who were on the left and right, also stabbed him fiercely.

On the narrow platform in front of the main hall, a young man in brocade and silk was standing.

With one hand in front of him and the other casually reaching behind his head through his shiny forehead, he was playing with his pretty money pigtail, with the signature smile of the aristocracy on his face.

However, when he saw the Ming envoy stepping on neat steps, from far and near.

Although he was only wearing a simple linen military uniform, and he only casually carried a single knife with a seam around his waist, he didn't even have a firearm or a strong crossbow, but he had a sense of confidence and freedom from his bones.

The brocade-clothed young man sighed lightly, and his handsome face was curious at first, and then gradually became solemn, and finally fell into deep thought.

"Is this the soldier of the Guan Ning Army? Ming Kingdom, there is already such an army? Ning Yuan City tried to stop his father Khan, and they were the ones who defeated the fifth brother on Juehua Island, right?

If, with such a uniform pace, full of spirit and full of arms, it is not these thirty or fifty people, but a phalanx of ten thousand, what kind of majesty should it be?

Needless to say, the white-armored iron horse is the trump card of the Dajin Kingdom, the elite of the elite, invincible. But compared with the ordinary 10,000-person team, which is stronger and weaker? ”

Thinking of this, the top aristocratic young man of the Jurchen, who has always been confident, felt a trace of apprehension in his proud and conceited heart for no reason.

"But fortunately, even the most elite army, once it is in the hands of the officials of the Ming Kingdom, it will be subject to all kinds of constraints.

Even his father Khan said that the army of the Ming Kingdom is actually not bad. Jun Song and Liu Ting are all fierce generals. The Qi family army, the white pole soldiers, these troops from the south, are all iron troops.

It's a pity that because of Yang Hao's blind command, Juniper and Liu Ting buried themselves and the elite of the whole army in Salhu. However, even his father Khan himself admitted that this big battle related to the fortunes of the country was won by some luck.

If it weren't for Yang Hao's excessive division of troops, and he was so conceited that he wrote a letter to inform him of the layout of the whole army, if it wasn't for Juniper's greed for merit, if it wasn't for Liu Ting getting lost, if it wasn't for Ma Lin's cowardice, if it wasn't for Li Rubai's rout, then it's really hard to say which will win or lose.

As for the white pole soldiers and the Qi family's army, they all fell because of the battle in Liaoyang City, so they became lone soldiers. But even so, the poorly equipped white pole soldiers still fearlessly launched a charge, and all the soldiers of the army died in battle, and none of them surrendered.

The Qi family army took advantage of the white pole soldiers to charge and set up a village on the spot, and used firearms to bombard the big golden infantry cavalry that surrounded the past, causing heavy casualties.

However, in the end, due to the insufficient supply of firearms in the Ming court, the ammunition was exhausted, and the camp was broken through, so they formed a mandarin duck formation to kill the enemy bloodily until the whole army was killed.

In this battle, Father Khan, the second brother, the fifth brother and the other people are all witnesses, and the second brother and the fifth brother and the fifth brother have the experience of personally fighting and even charging, which shows the degree of tragedy. ”

This person was the young and frivolous Dolgon, who weighed the pros and cons of his own army and the Guanning army in his heart, and finally declared himself that the Eight Banners Army was far superior to his Guanning army.

was smug and happy, but was pulled back from his thoughts by the sudden quarrel below.

Dorgon listened carefully and smiled brightly.

But it turned out that the guards in front of the palace did not allow so many people to enter the palace at the same time, but only allowed the main and deputy envoys.

Even if all the envoys had taken off their sabers and put them aside to show their sincerity, even the big iron sword that did not leave Huang Chongzhen was thrown aside, and the guards in front of the palace who were loyal to their duties still refused to be accommodating.

Dorgon smiled secretly, because he knew very well that this part of the bridge was actually arranged by him.

As a little Baylor who had been playing well in the Jurchen tribes during this time, of course he would not immediately step forward to stop him, but continued to stand with his hands and play with his money pigtail that he thought was beautiful with the other.

"It's just fun, hey, hey......" he thought silently.

However, the bearded man didn't seem to be easy to get along with, and he actually blushed and had a thick neck, and shouted to the strong palace guard: "Is there a mistake? There are only fifty-three of us, plus a big yellow dog.

One is prosperous, and one is lost. And they were all disarmed, bare-handed. There are so many of you, still fully armed, and you are on your Jurchen territory, are you still afraid of us Ming Han people? ”

As he spoke, he drew the fire of war to Dolgon, who was about to continue watching the show, and raised his head and shouted: "Hey, that handsome little general above, you are giving a comment!" ”

"Little General? Still handsome? Well, Lao Tzu's handsomeness, along with the beard of a man, has to admit it. ”

Dolgon shook his shiny head in a chic manner, and said secretly: "Lao Tzu is the most promising little Belle in the Dajin Kingdom, you are an enemy countryman, on Lao Tzu's territory, you argue with Lao Tzu's minions, and ask Lao Tzu to give a comment?" How unreasonable! ”

Although Dolgon wanted to call the minions below to lift up this ugly beard and throw it out, he felt that scheming with this group of Qiu Ba at the bottom of the Ming Kingdom was simply insulting his expensive identity.

So, he only put down the sentence "Let them all come up", then turned around in a dashing manner, let the long money rattail braid come to a beautiful dragon swing tail, and returned to the main hall.