Because these teenagers from Guanning have not yet fully grown and their muscles have not yet been fully formed, except for some of them with bulging waists, most of them look thin compared to the fierce Jurchen big men.

Unlike the Jurchen warriors who were draped all over their bodies, they also wore a single knife pinned to their waists, but they held it with one hand, full of spirit, and their eyes did not squint, which made them even more youthful and mighty.

The appearance of a group of teenagers holding their heads high is still very pleasing to the eye.

Especially the young man who led Huang on his left and poked his head obliquely out of his right shoulder, his dark face looked so angular in the dark night when the torches were extinguished, without the slightest imaginary weakness of the Han man.

Many people have cast their eyes on them, especially those noblewomen and noblewomen who have initially accepted the Han civilization and gradually fallen in love with Sven Youth.

Most of these women, looking back at the bearded men around them, looked so vulgar, and they couldn't help but feel a strong disgust from the depths of their hearts for no reason.

A few of them even had eye waves, taking advantage of the dim light to send the charming autumn waves over frequently.

Huang Chongzhen took out a small white filial piety flower from his arms and tied it to his left arm with a thin white rope attached to both sides, and the rest of the young people got Zu Dale's instructions, so they also acted according to the law.

"What is this?" When Zilharang saw this, he asked curiously.

"Flowers in the hands of the deceased as a sign of respect." Huang Chongzhen smiled and handed him one.

Zilharang was shocked to realize that everyone seemed to be only concerned about welcoming the new big man.

But they forget that respecting the dead is a symbol of a nation's eternal inheritance.

He took it solemnly with both hands, and then leaned over slightly and asked the guards to tie Huang Chongzhen's appearance to his left arm.

This little filial piety flower is exquisitely made, and it looks like it comes from a pair of dexterous hands. Jierharang was grateful, so he put on a surprised look of "You are still a female red", and glared at Huang Chongzhen.

Huang Chongzhen smiled dumbly and said: "Don't thank me, this is what your aunt personally made for his dead Great Khan in order to repay me for the kindness of a meal."

That poor woman probably knew that she was going to die, and she was like ashes for the entire Jurchen race, but she only had a good impression of you, the little Belle who was not the biological son of the Great Khan, so she prepared a little more, all of which were yours. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Ji and Da Niu stepped forward with those little filial piety flowers and handed them all over to Ji'er Harang's personal guards.

The guard took it and looked up at his master on the horse.

"Auntie? Oh, you're talking about the woman Azig? What's wrong with her? Isn't she locked up in that courtyard outside the palace? Isn't it a kind of luck to be outside the whirlpool of the Seven Kings vying for the throne? Yes! You mean......"

Zilharang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly, then hesitated, and shrank his head slightly, and glanced around with the corner of his eye, as if he was afraid of being heard by others.

Huang Chongzhen said: "Yes, it's her, it's what you think." Although he boldly speaks out, a manly man, who dares to speak and act, what kind of system does it become? ”

Jierharang followed with his eyebrows and hesitated: "The old man really plans to do this?" ”

Huang Chongzhen squinted at him and said, "Do you think he is the only one who will do such today's things?" ”

Zilharang was shocked: "Huh? You mean, the second brother is also ...... How far will they go? ”

Huang Chongzhen lowered his voice slightly and said, "It's nothing more than the most barbaric and cruel way to die." You may still underestimate your eighth brother, what he did today will make you feel cold from the bottom of your heart.

But it's none of your business, after all, you're just a Baylor on the sidelines, just watch quietly. No matter what shocking things will happen to Fuling in the eastern suburbs, you will definitely not be implicated. ”

"And who will be implicated?" Zilharan was clearly an extremely perceptive man.

Huang Chongzhen just dialed it slightly, and he seemed to have captured a lot of information, as if he had realized something, tightly locked his brows, and pondered.

As a qualified minion, his guards naturally do not say much when their masters speak to people in an equal tone and status.

Besides, on weekdays, they are not good at thinking, they are used to obeying orders, and their thinking ability has also deteriorated a lot.

However, Huang Chongzhen's words still made their dry well-like hearts, as if a large amount of water was suddenly injected, and they were in turmoil: "Today's Fuling in the eastern suburbs, the sleeping place of the Great Khan, what major events will happen?" ”

Seeing their indigestible melancholy looks, Huang Chongzhen stopped talking, lest they still be constipated.

He silently returned to the front of his ranks, like an instructor, standing quietly in the frosty dawn with his comrades.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't bear to see this fairly pertinent post-Kim Belle, after suddenly seeing his old eighth brother's thunderbolt methods, he was completely sunk in horror.

can no longer form the slightest fetters on Huang Taiji, and let him change Yuan Tiancong to further strengthen the centralized power of Houjin.

It only took more than ten years to adapt the messy Jurchen clan to the Manchu royal family at the peak of feudalism, and Huang Chongzhen would not even say this.

In his heart, there is a plan that is still in the embryonic stage.

That is, after returning to Guanning, he tried to keep in touch with Jierharang, who was sitting in Liaoyang, and used many means such as commercial interests to make him finally unwilling to be controlled by Huang Taiji, so that after the fall of Amin Mang Gutai and others one after another, he could still form a constraint on them.

Regardless of this constraint, it is in the light or in the dark.

The frost of late autumn hit the dark hair of the teenagers, moist, and hit the face, but it was dry.

Fortunately, before they arrived, the teenagers had already applied the last alabaster to their faces.

Time seems to be slow and fast, like a white horse passing through a gap, always rushing by.

Soon, the east of the earth ushered in the first touch of fish belly white.

Because of the appearance of this bright light, the sky became extremely dark, but there was a faint glimmer of hopeful bright colors.

"This is probably the darkest hour before dawn, the critical moment of the Jurchen clan, after all, has come." Huang Chongzhen sighed silently.

I saw that the noisy Jurchen crowd also seemed to have a premonition, and they all gradually quieted down.

Soon, with a muffled "boom".

The heavy Fujin Gate on the south side of the east wall of Shenyang City slowly opened under the joint efforts of several banner people and city guards.

Moreover, as the city guards moved all the horses and deer firewood that were blocked on the roads inside and outside the city, the road to Fuling, the eastern suburb of the Great Khan Nu Chieftain of the Later Jin Heavenly Mandate, was finally opened.

Living in Shenyang City, whether it is a Jurchen or a Ming person, they are either rich or noble, and in this slave khanate of tribal alliances, they all hold some power to some extent, so naturally there is no need to interrogate.

The guards at the gates from the Eight Banners only needed to maintain order for a while, and the huge crowd was already rushing out, which was quite orderly.

When they reached the outside of the city, the nobles with horses whipped and ran, and the horseless minions galloped behind them.

It is also strange to say that when these many Jurchens left the city, they were not very separated from each other.

But once he arrived in the wilderness, he was like a spirit who had returned to nature, like a fish in water, without the slightest appearance of people hugging horses and horses, and he didn't even scratch it, let alone chase his tail.

They shouted, whistled, chased, mocked, cursed, and were unwilling to be left behind.

Although it looks very uncivilized like that, the strong martial style is Huang Chongzhen, who is used to seeing elite battles in various countries in later generations, and he has to admit it in his heart.

He sighed secretly: "Years of war have collided with strong sparks, and the Han civilization is instilling in this primitive place at the speed of a river, nourishing every inch of land and every heart.

This slave regime is approaching feudalism at an astonishing speed, and will soon be able to master the relatively advanced feudal civilization from these barbaric physiques under the vigorous impetus of Huang Taiji.

At that time, if the Ming Dynasty can no longer change, make progress, and still abide by the ancestral system formulated by Zhu Chongba and be self-contained, then it will inevitably decline year after year.

At that time, the two world's most advanced and last feudal civilizations collided fiercely with each other, sparks splashed, and the flames were calcined, even if the Ming Dynasty had a Maginot like Guanning defense line, it was really hard to say which would win or lose.

Fortunately, due to the limitations of this primitive people's thinking and vision, when the set goal is achieved, the yearning for civilization will become very limited.

As a result, the Han civilization, which draws on the strengths of others, once again has the possibility of dominating this oriental land. It also allows us to make full use of these limitations, so that we have the possibility of changing history. ”

The horse's hooves sounded softly, and it was Zilharan's personal guard, who led his master's horse away.

Huang Chongzhen also marched in unison with his comrades-in-arms, passed through the city gate, left Shenyang, and went to Fuling, the eastern suburban of the Great Khan Nu Chieftain of the Later Jin Heavenly Mandate, step by step.

When I walked to Fuling, the sky was already very bright.

Fuling was heavily garrisoned, not only with a fence but also wrapped in large pieces of orange brocade cloth, as if intended to show the last glory of the Great Khan.

However, in Huang Chongzhen's view, this scene is more like a royal hunting ground, anyway, although the Jurchens have reached the summer rain lotus period, they still have the traditional customs of royal fishing and hunting.

Huang Chongzhen felt that such a custom must be good, so he patted the shoulders of the small banner leader on the outermost part of the hunting ground in five and six people, and said: "Such a fine tradition must be inherited and carried forward." ”

"Who are you, you!" The little leader of the banner man said impatiently, unaffected by his noise.

Huang Chongzhen saw that these banner guards were all tight, so he boldly guessed that this must be a force that belonged to Huang Taiji's secret cultivation, so that this day and this moment had come.