Wu Sangui climbed to the top of the city, looked at the Jianyu camp from afar, looked at the weak Jianyu banner, and then turned back to smell the smell of meat wafting in Shanhaiguan, and his face was full of pride.

Just two years ago, he followed the governor of Jiliao, Hong Chengchou, to fight against Jianguo.

Hong Chengchou advocated the strategy of approaching slowly, setting up camp step by step, and fighting and defending, but Emperor Chongzhen insisted on adopting the policy of quick battle and quick resolution.

As a result, the 130,000-strong army was almost completely annihilated, Hong Chengchou and the governor Qiu Minyang were captured, and the chief soldier Cao Bianjiao was killed. Zu Dashou led the crowd to surrender.

The Ming Dynasty's Jinning defense line collapsed.

Wu Sangui led 30,000 remnants of the army to run hundreds of miles and fled back to Ningyuan before he picked up a life.

In the past two years, every time I think about it, my heart is like a knife, and I am afraid.

Wu Sangui knew that most of the responsibility for the rout of the Battle of Songjin lay on Chongzhen. But the minister didn't say anything, and he always kept silent.

I didn't dare to express any opinions.

Now.

Looking at Chongzhen, who was strategizing, annihilating 50,000 elites and slaughtering 90,000 invading troops in three days, his heart was full of shock.

Even if Hong Chengchou comes back and Sun Chuanting is resurrected, it will never be possible to achieve this level.

He even felt that this Chongzhen was a fake, possessed by the gods of heaven on the emperor.

"Sneeze ......"

Zhu Youjian, who was patrolling the camp, sneezed and rubbed his nose, thinking that it should be Dolgon or Li Zicheng scolding him.

He walked up to the city wall, and saw Wu Sangui looking at the enemy camp from a distance at the head of the city, and sent someone to summon him to meet him.

"Minister Wu Sangui knocks to see ......," Wu Sangui shouted and knelt.

"In the barracks, Wu Qing doesn't have to make this big gift." Zhu Youjian stepped forward and reached out to support him, held him up hard, and continued, "Is that wig still comfortable?" ”

"Minister, thank you for your saint's longen!" Wu Sangui wanted to bow down again.

"Alright, alright. Wu Qing, you say, are we going to attack now, or will we attack again at sunset? Zhu Youjian asked suddenly.

Wu Sangui was taken aback and hurriedly sorted out his thoughts.

"Now a sudden attack out of the city may catch Jianyu by surprise, but once it is delayed, it may enter a brutal war of attrition.

But if you go again in the afternoon, it will be difficult to wipe out all the battles. Wu Sangui said.

"What is Wu Qing's idea?" Zhu Youjian raised his eyelids and asked.

"I think it's best to strike at sunset." Wu Sangui paused and said firmly.

"Aren't you afraid that Jianyu will have a day off and can fight our army?" Zhu Youjian asked with a smile.

"Even if you go to attack the camp now, Jianyu can still fight!"

"Well, don't you receive letters at night?" Zhu Youjian asked again.

"Yes! The night does not collect returns, and since last night, Jianyu has sent detectives and cavalry, and there are arrangements for hundreds of miles in the northeast. "Wu Sangui has already explored clearly.

"It seems that Jianyu is really going to escape. Then prepare your plans and tell them to the others when the military meeting comes. ”

"Yes!" Wu Sangui was excited. Chongzhen communicated with himself about such an important matter before the military meeting, and he clearly put himself in an important position.

can make the emperor always read it, and it will be just around the corner.

Zhu Youjian didn't know Wu Sangui's mental activities.

Originally, he just met Wu Sangui by chance, and chatted about the current situation by the way, who knew that Wu Sangui could associate so much.

Zhu Youjian inspected the city wall, visited the camp of the wounded, and went to the council hall amid the cheers of the wounded soldiers.

"Ladies and gentlemen, how did you rest last night?" Zhu Youjian asked with a smile.

"Holy grace, the ministers sleep sweetly."

"Good! They were all well fed and slept. Then all of you Aiqing will express your opinions on the issue of building captives outside the city. Let's brainstorm first! ”

A few ministers, you look at me, I look at you, but they don't know what brainstorming means, and they don't know how to speak for a while.

Zhu Youjian looked at it, patted his forehead, and said: "Oh, the meaning of brainstorming is that everyone speaks freely, and says whatever comes to mind, we don't care if it's right or wrong, we don't argue, we just talk about ideas." Finally, it is enough to summarize. ”

"How can military discussions be so ridiculous?" Most of the ministers slandered in their hearts, but Chongzhen said so, and they could only do so.

This is not only the awe of imperial power, but also the worship of Chongzhen.

Soon, Ni Yuanlu put forward his own opinions on the tactics of annihilating the captives outside the city.

Ling Yiqu compared the strength and armament of the two sides.

It was rare for Shi Bangyao not to second, and put forward several major dilemmas for Jianyu.

Fan Jingwen avoided Jianyu and made a tirade on the battle and subsequent disposal of the recapture of the Beijing Division.

Li Yutian and Wu Sangui launched their respective statements on the timing of the camp.

After an hour, everyone gradually stopped talking, silently recalling the thoughts and suggestions of everyone in the military discussion, and their faces were surprised.

This brainstorming is so magical.

Not only did I suddenly discover a lot of things that I had overlooked, but some incomprehensible questions were vaguely answered, and at the same time, a lot of information and ideas from different fields were also blended together......

"The Holy One is a god and a man!"

Li Yutian admired in his heart.

Zhu Youjian sorted out everyone's thoughts, integrated and summarized, and saw that everyone did not ask other questions, and began to issue military orders.

……

At noon, the sun was shining, and the camp looked calm from the outside, without the slightest movement. But inside, everyone is nervously packing up their armaments.

Because the regent ordered that tonight, the camp should be withdrawn to Jinzhou.

Whether it is the Manchurian Eight Banners, the Mengba Banners or the Han Eight Banners, they all feel that they have picked up a life, although they dare not show it, but they are silently sorting out the materials.

In the face of the impregnable walls of Shanhaiguan, everyone lost confidence.

Dolgon had no choice.

The Qing army never brought too much grain and grass when they entered the customs, and they all robbed the Ming soldiers and civilians along the road.

In this great defeat, it was impossible to seize grain and grass, and the grain and grass of the whole army could not be used for three days.

If we don't withdraw, we may really wipe out the whole army.

In the big tent of the Chinese army, Ao Bai and other generals lined up on both sides weakly, they had been in battle for a long time, and knew that this would be the last military meeting before evacuation, and the regent would give the final military order.

Dorgon's fall hurt more than yesterday, but he pulled himself together and said slowly:

"Although our army is hidden, I believe that Chongzhen in Shanhaiguan has already guessed that we will evacuate tonight, and there is a great possibility that he will launch a surprise attack at sunset, so that our retreat will become a rout.

Once the Ming army is killed into the camp, our army will have no power to return to heaven.

The generals must do a good job of protection, but if the Ming army comes to attack, they must block him from the camp gate. ”

"Huh." The generals drooped their eyelids and promised in a low voice.

"Look at how weak you are! Like what words, my warriors of the Qing Dynasty will never be defeated! Dorgon roared.

The generals were shocked, and suddenly realized that their sluggish spirit, is this still their previous self? Is it still the original heroic Qing general?

"Go and tell the soldiers that we are not retreating! It's to go back to Jinzhou to recuperate and kill Daming! Dorgon, enduring the severe pain, forcibly stood up, raised his right fist, and roared loudly!

"Recharge your batteries! Kill Da Ming! ”

"Recharge your batteries! Kill Da Ming! ”

The generals finally cheered up and shouted in unison.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

A burst of artillery rang out, instantly covering up the cries in the Chinese army's tent.