The two teenagers in the field staggered past again, turning their horses' heads, trying to adjust their condition in the shortest possible time, and then rush towards each other again.

Huang Taiji finally used the prestige of his successor to the Great Khan for the first time, raised his hand and shouted, "Stop! ”

The autumn wind was blowing, blowing the hem of his clothes to hunt, standing against the wind, his face was serious, his brows were slightly frowned, he was not angry and arrogant, but he did have the might of a great khan.

As if it had been rehearsed, as soon as he spoke, the drums stopped, and the shouts and cheers disappeared instantly.

The slave chieftain Fuling, who was still lively just now, became extremely calm in an instant.

Only the autumn wind whined, and the two war horses gasped.

The two sides of the decisive battle, Dolgon and Huang Chongzhen, sat firmly on their horses, their weapons pointed diagonally at the ground, and they both stared at each other.

And from each other's eyes, they all saw the burning flames of war, as well as the fighting spirit that would never give up, and the stubbornness that would never give in.

At this point, both of them have understood that if they meet on the battlefield in a narrow way, even if one side fights to the last soldier and the other side wins a great victory, no matter who they are, they will not surrender.

Only fight to the death, only fight to the death.

So, as if it was agreed, the two sides put away their weapons at the same time, hugged their fists at the same time, and said "admiration" to each other, although they wished that the other party would immediately fall off the horse and fall to their deaths, but they had to pretend to pay tribute to each other with pity.

This is to announce that this "pre-battle battle" ended in a draw, which can be called a great joy for everyone.

But Ergou was a little dissatisfied with this, because he had been squatting on the sidelines, waiting for his eldest brother to cut off the head of the stinky boy, so that he could come forward and take it away.

It even posed, and even thought about where to put its mouth.

After all, that stinky boy's shiny head is actually quite big.

Although the dog's mouth is quite large, it may not be able to bite it, and besides, he has very little hair, and the whip is like a mouse's tail, so he can't hold it at all.

"Master Dog, I will never meddle in my business and catch mice, but it is about the glory of the eldest brother." Ergou probably felt quite angry, so he pursed his mouth and barked twice.

Huang Chongzhen turned his head and smiled at him, and shouted, "Sure enough, it's my good brother!" ”

Zhou Ji and the others just wanted to roar and applaud and cheer for them, but they had to stop their mouths when they heard the words.

Only Wu Sangui, after throwing away the mallet, even his palms were about to turn red, and his throat was about to burst.

But he suddenly realized that except for him and Ergou, the third party in the audience didn't seem to happen again, so he stopped moving and stopped his mouth, and his face was extremely strange.

The Jurchens in the audience, including Zilharang, also looked at the two teenagers in the audience with strange expressions.

The fierce autumn wind blew their clothes to the sound of hunting, and also made the two of them even more heroic.

The only fly in the ointment is that his own Baylor's hair is a little less and his hairstyle is a little ugly.

However, in any case, from the perspective of land occupancy, Houjin is the home field, and there are many people.

On the other hand, the so-called Guanning teenager from Liaodong in the Ming Kingdom, no matter how high his morale is, it gives people a feeling of being alone and lonely.

However, that young man was able to thwart Houjin's aggressiveness when Baylor appeared in person under such a situation, and repeatedly maintained the dignity of Daming, which was already a kind of frustration for Houjin.

And this land belongs to the Ming Dynasty and China.

How many years, how many years have the Chinese sons and daughters from the Ming Dynasty not set foot in it, let alone in such a way, to go-for-tat with Houjin, where martial arts are prevalent and warriors are all over the camp, and they will not fall behind.

So, when Dorgon's house slaves leaned over and waited with their faces saddled before and after.

Huang Chongzhen's friends also surrounded him happily, whether it was for people or horses, they were wiping sweat, carrying water, and asking for warmth.

couldn't squeeze Huang Chongzhen's side, so he affectionately stroked the head of the jujube red horse, and even patted its huge ass, like a slave serving his master, looking flattering that he couldn't put down.

There were even a few bold stinky boys who took some concentrate from Dolgon's house slaves and slowly fed them to the red horses one by one.

Jujube red horses are very popular, rubbing their heads affectionately, or flicking their beautiful ponytails to show their approval.

The hero longs for Maxima, and Maxima longs even more for a Bole of his own in this world.

Huang Chongzhen simply rested, then blasted away the sycophants, walked over and held the head of the jujube red horse, and kissed its steaming forehead.

Dolgon naturally disdained to do this, his divine steed and dark horse were like his minions, and his own minions were carefully served.

He also threw down the war knife that was missing several mouths like discarding his shoes, and returned to the Eight Kings Platform with a hot sweat.

He pushed away the Azig Duoduo who came up, and Huang Taiji, who had already jumped out of the circle of Baylor and became the honor of the Great Khan, looked at each other for a long time.

Then, suddenly, he fell to one knee and lowered his proud head, so that his forehead was facing the ground, and the back of his head, which was combed with a long whip, was facing the high, blue autumn.

Like a Houjin warrior who had returned from victory, he tried his best to calm and make his voice calm, and said loudly: "Brother Dorgon, meet the Great Khan. ”

Huang Taiji hurriedly squatted down to help him up, took his arm and said with relief, "Good brother." From now on, our brothers will be able to break together...... Bright. ”

"Yes. Brothers work together, and their benefits are clear. Ah Shan also came up to make a statement.

At this point, Amin and Mang Gutai were unwilling, and they had to follow Ah Shan.

Azig Dordor was naturally in step with Dorgon, but Zilharan, like an outsider on the outside, could only stretch his neck at the outermost point and shout slogans.

The other Jurchen nobles also shouted slogans one after another, and they all looked at Huang Chongzhen and his party viciously, with a hideous appearance, as if they wanted to swallow them in one bite.

Fuling, the eastern suburb of Fuling, which had finally calmed down for a while, became enthusiastic again, and I don't know if it will disturb the Qing cultivation of the slave chief, but he has always liked to be lively, so he should not blame it.

Moreover, the most proud work of his life, the "Eight Kings Discussion", did not immediately evolve into a fierce infighting between his brother Yan Yuqiang after his death.

At least on the surface, it is still happy, and continues to unite for the great cause of Faming, if there is knowledge under the spring, it can finally rest in peace.

The young man Guan Ning was very dissatisfied with this kind of humiliation of his country in person, and he showed anger on his face, but in the land occupied by the enemy, Han Nu did not dare to speak.

Huang Chongzhen could see it, and he was like a sailboat riding the wind and waves in the angry sea, calmly comforting his little friends.

When the Jurchens' emotions finally calmed down under Huang Taiji's gesture of raising his hand, he led everyone forward.

First of all, he congratulated him on his inheritance of the throne with standard simple Han etiquette, and also took the initiative to promise that after returning to Ningyuan, he would rush to make a batch of burning knives and alabaster as a congratulatory gift.

When the Jurchen aristocracy was fluttering for their filial piety, Huang Chongzhen took the opportunity to submit his resignation.

Huang Taiji was immediately stunned: "Brother's enthronement ceremony has not been held yet, so he is leaving?" It's too shameless. ”

From his point of view, if there are envoys participating in the enthronement ceremony, no matter what the status of these envoys is, whether they are sent by the Ming Emperor or not, they only need to stand on the throne hall and witness the whole process of his accession to the throne.

Moreover, congratulating him with Han etiquette is the greatest recognition of him.

It is also a silent transcendence for the slave chiefs who have been invincible all their lives and created a post-gold foundation.

After all, that hero has struggled all his life with the goal of shame, and Da Ming only treats him as Li Chengliang's domestic slave, even if he is defeated again and again, he has never recognized it, and he has even given in.

So, after Huang Taiji, Jin Zhun Khan's honor, sincerely said in a voice: "Is the Ming envoy in a hurry to leave?" Why not stay a few more days? Besides, it's almost noon today, and I can't get much way to go. ”

Although Huang Chongzhen has never been in politics, he is used to eating pork, so he also knows the so-called symbolic meaning in the political body, what is going on.

Therefore, how could he not know Huang Taiji's true thoughts and purposes, and he would not give him this opportunity.

So, he also humbly refused: "Shenyang is prosperous, I'm afraid that if I stay for a few more days, I won't want to go back to the bitter cold Guanning."

And the aristocracy is hospitable, serving every day with big fish and meat, and I wait until I eat every day with a mouth full of oil, and if I continue like this, I am afraid that I will be so fat that I can't lift a knife and gun.

The wish of this trip has been fulfilled, and the next is the aristocratic event, and I am afraid that it is inconvenient to stay longer.

Therefore, the great Khan is good, and we will understand it. I hope that the Great Khan will give me and others a good horse, so that we can return to our hearts like arrows. Although he has not been away from the country for a long time, the motherland has come to his dreams frequently. ”

Huang Chongzhen said, glanced at Fan Wencheng deeply, and then looked at Huang Taiji calmly and sincerely.

Huang Taiji's face sank like water, and he looked at the Ming boy with a slightly upturned Chinese face for a long time, as if he wanted to see him through from the inside out.

And this black-faced boy looked at him neither humbly nor arrogantly. The friends behind him did not look at Huang Taiji rudely, but they all stared at Huang Chongzhen's back silently to show their absolute support.

One person and one horse, after all, is to rest, even if it is rain or rain, it will not be able to run far.

Even if this group of teenagers returned to Ming half a day earlier, if the Houjin cavalry, who were skilled in archers and horses, wanted to chase them, they would be able to catch up in ten days. Moreover, after all, this is in the territory occupied by the Later Jin, and the initiative is completely in the hands of him, the new Great Khan.

Moreover, the Ming envoy decided to go back, and he couldn't stop it, after all, the top priority was to repair the Ming Dynasty, inherit and stabilize the Khan position, reorganize the army, and choose the opportunity to attack the Ming Dynasty again.

Thinking about these quickly, Huang Taiji smiled and said, "It's a pity, but it's okay, then I wish Ming to return and be a flat river." ”

Huang Taiji said, then flicked his sleeves slightly, and said loudly to his people: "Since my father Khan has entered the earth, I will return to the palace with me, continue my golden hegemony, and succeed in a hundred battles." ”

"Thousands of years of hegemony! A hundred battles are successful! As if it had been pre-arranged, the slogan sounded again.

There were also many Houjin nobles who took the lead in taking action, and the rest of the nobles saw this, even if they were still unconvinced in their hearts, they could only be coerced by the current, and slowly moved towards Shengjing and Shenyang.

Mang Gutai greeted his people in a loud voice, lined up like a Ming envoy, and marched forward in an orderly manner.

However, people shout and neigh, you greet me, I greet you, the so-called nobles, but like a market to catch the market, it seems so chaotic.

Huang Taiji was very dissatisfied with this, and he also strengthened his determination to reform the Eight Banners and learn the rules of the Han family from the Ming Dynasty.

In contrast, Huang Chongzhen and his party are orderly and distinct, and although there is a commotion around them, they are always motionless.

After receiving the fat and strong war horse from Manu, Huang Chongzhen, who led the jujube red horse, led the team. Faintly lined up in a sturdy and sharp arrow formation, slowly moving forward with the crowd.

Then, gradually, they separated from the crowd until they parted ways.

Huang Taiji saw it in his eyes, and he had to sigh in his heart: "Rules! That's the rule! Although those so-called military formations, phalanxes, triangular formations, and long snake formations look so ridiculous under the iron hooves of my big gold, but rules are rules, and etiquette cannot be abolished! ”

The vigorous hooves of the war horse went from slow to fast, and finally they struggled to move away.

The dust was flying, and there was no goodbye, but Huang Chongzhen knew that there must be countless eyes behind him, or complicated, or resentful, or hateful, or calm, or cold, watching his party leave.

There was also a gaze full of reluctance, Huang Chongzhen felt something, turned his head, looked at each other, and confirmed his eyes from a distance of thousands of meters.

"Mountains and rivers meet, take care."

"Okay. You too. ”

"One day, you must step on the colorful auspicious clouds to marry me."

"I'm afraid I can't do this, but there is absolutely no problem with eight sedan chairs."

"Okay, then I'll be waiting for it from today."

"Okay, then I'll wash it every day from today, maybe one day, I'll get into your bed."

"Get out!"

"Good!"

Everything is in plain sight.

However, the daughter of the national teacher, the Seven Desperation Bodies, and the destined people from the future generations, will eventually intersect again.

In half a day, hurry and hurry, drink water when you are thirsty, and eat some dry food when you are hungry.

It wasn't until dusk that the group of teenagers finally left Shenyang far away, but the sense of crisis in Huang Chong's heart was not reduced, but became stronger.

At night, he wanted to continue his journey, but this vast black land has been sparsely populated due to years of war, and the dark night has become the best cover for wild wolves and hyenas.

In addition, the terrain is not very familiar, so there are too many unknowns when traveling at night.

Therefore, the group of teenagers had no choice but to build a small sturdy camp around a lonely tree as quickly as possible, set up two medium-sized yurts, serve the warlike horses, and make people take turns to go up the tree to guard.

In this way, the clothes did not disintegrate, and the hands did not leave the blade, and the fire for heating did not rise, and lay down with the clothes until dawn.