October 17 of the sixth year of Chongzhen, 1632 AD.

When.

Shenyang South Gate - Desheng Gate, with a creaking sound, two heavy doors were slowly pushed open.

Behind the door, a group of noble ministers of the Houjin Kingdom dressed in mourning clothes slowly walked out of the city.

They all bowed their heads and sad faces.

Help the old and the young, and form a long line.

On the city gate, a white flag is hoisted high.

Yang Chengying rode on a horse, witnessing all this happening, and his heart was mixed.

Eleven years have passed, and the battle with Houjin has finally come to an end.

Congratulations!

When Dai Shan brought the treasure to the horse and knelt down to offer it, Yang Chengying turned over and dismounted and helped the fifty-year-old Aixin Jueluo family patriarch up.

"After a while, this battle was lost by Dajin Guo. Please see that there is a good life in Heaven, and do not kill again. Dai Shan pleaded.

Yang Chengying said: "Daming and Jianzhou have been entangled in grievances for more than 100 years, and if you attack me and kill me, there are already corpses all over the field."

It is not water flowing in the Hunhe River, but the blood of heroes for twenty years.

Since then, all ethnic groups have lived in harmony and shared peace. ”

Dai Shan bowed his head and gave a salute with his fists.

Yang Chengying took Dai Shan's hand and went to the mount he had prepared in advance, "Please get on the horse, I will enter Shenyang City with my father." ”

"This ...... That's not appropriate. Dai Shan waved his hand.

He understood what Yang Chengying meant, but he was worried that it would bring misfortune to Yue Chengying, Shuo Chengying, and others.

The more powerful, the more dangerous!

Yang Chengying didn't care about this: "I know what you're worried about, but to stabilize the Jurchens and make all ethnic groups live in harmony depends on the help of the public." ”

Dai Shan reluctantly accepted it.

Yang Chengying went to Huang Taiji's family again and saw a three-year-old child.

He squatted down and asked the child in a broken Jurchen language, "What's your name?" ”

"Shuose." The child replied, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

Yang Chengying smiled slightly.

It turned out to be the historical Prince Chengze of the Great Qing Dynasty.

In 1632, Fu Lin was not yet born.

Yang Chengying picked up Shuo Sai and put it on the saddle, and then turned over and got on the horse.

The guards in front opened the way, and Yang Chengying rode his horse and took Xiaoshuo into the Desheng Gate.

Dai Shan and Dolgon are one left and one right, slightly slower than Yang Chengying.

Everyone entered the Desheng Gate.

So far, this city, which was lost in the first year of the Apocalypse, has been regained.

The first thing you do when you enter the city is to have a funeral.

On the morning of October 18 in the sixth year of Chongzhen.

The sky is gray, the winter wind is whistling, and the snow is flying, which has a desolate meaning.

The eastern suburb of Shenyang, Fuling, is Nurhachi's burial place.

Fuling was built in the fourth year of Tiancong, and at the same time, Huang Taiji also moved his mother Menggu here to be buried together.

Now, three generations of their grandparents and grandchildren will be reunited here.

Thousands of soldiers tied white strips of cloth around their waists, holding soul flags, stood solemnly.

The old generals of the Aixin Jueluo family and Houjin were all gathered together to witness the funeral.

The officiating priest was Shuosai, who was the future King of Chengze.

And the person who presided over the funeral was Dai Shan.

With his "burial", under the gaze of countless eyes, dozens of soldiers carefully carried the heavy coffins where Huang Taiji and Haoge were lying.

Countless bereaved people looked at the coffin and wept bitterly.

"Great Khan...... How can you leave me! ”

Huang Taiji's ladies couldn't cry, and the tears flowed on the hibiscus jade face, like the brightness in the bright eyes of the water, trying to break free from the support of the maids around them, and threw themselves at the coffin of Huang Taiji.

The maids did not dare to slack off, and tried their best to hold them down.

The men were also very sad, but very restrained.

They knew very well what this funeral was about, and they couldn't delay their future.

But deep down, I still resisted.

At this moment, a singing voice suddenly sounded.

"Wu Gexi was rhinoceros armor, and the car was wrong and short-handed. The sun covers the enemy like a cloud, and the arrows and fallen soldiers compete for the first. Ling Yu stumbled for the rest of his life, and his left side was injured and his right blade was injured......"

The more than 1,000 soldiers who stood solemnly suddenly sang in unison, their voices low and long, majestic, tragic, and desolate...... Leisurely reverberates in the sky.

Later, it was sung again in Jurchen.

These soldiers, all Jurchens, joined the Liaodong Army very early.

"Huh?"

With a soft sigh, Dai Shan listened attentively, his expression extremely focused.

After half a ring, Dai Shan couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh, and two lines of hot tears slipped silently from his eyes:

"Eighth child, have you listened? It's "Death of a Nation...... The enemy is actually singing their military song "National Mourning" for you! ”

The soldiers chanted "National Mourning" over and over again for a long time.

In Shenyang City, Dabeile Mansion, father and son sat together, in a dull mood.

Since attending the funeral, Dai Shan has not said a word.

It's not just him, but even the usual talker can't say a word.

It is a common operation to take advantage of the burial of the Great Khan's father and son to win the hearts of the people.

They don't find it strange.

But at the funeral, Yang Chengying generously sang "National Martyrdom" for the enemy.

This is completely unthinkable for them, who are accustomed to seeing the opposition between various races.

What surprised them even more was that in his eulogy, Yang Chengying highly affirmed the development of the Tumen River area by the three generations of his ancestors and grandchildren, as well as the valuable experience provided by other ethnic groups.

Of course, this passage makes their own summary.

The original words are polished classical Chinese, spoken in Jurchen and Chinese.

Hearing this, many generals wept silently.

Dai Shan knew in his heart that it was probably only a matter of time before they surrendered.

At this time, the steward came to report: "The Scripture and the Twelve Baylors are here." ”

Azig? Didn't he stay in captivity after he was captured!

The crowd stood up to greet them.

I saw Yang Chengying and Azig coming, followed by only one translator.

Three people? Again, they were taken aback.

"Yang Chengying has seen a few!"

Yang Chengying gave a salute outside the door and said in a harmonious voice.

Dai Shan and others bowed down to answer the salute and invited Yang Chengying to enter the narration.

Azig smiled and saluted to Dai Shan, and Yue Yu and other juniors returned the salute.

"Uncle Twelve, how are you ...... ...... with him Here it comes. ”

Shuo is straightforward, but has some scruples.

Azig laughed: "I was arrested, and I was not convinced. Jing Luo came to wrestle with me, but I couldn't beat him, so I surrendered. ”

Yue Zhen and the others were speechless for a while.

Dai Shan was also embarrassed.

Yang Chengying said with a smile: "We don't know each other if we don't fight." ”

Azig is extremely talented in military affairs and extremely poor in politics.

In history, the most outrageous time is who was appointed as the emperor after the death of Huang Taiji.

Azig felt that it was not his turn to do this, so he went out hunting.

The outrageous operation later was also because Azig had a strong thinking in his bones.

He felt that power should be inherited by ability rather than by succession from father to son.

Yang Chengying saw this, wrestling as a means, and made a bet with Azig, winning three out of five games.

If Azig wins, set him free.

Yang Chengying won, and Azig made him his subordinate.

In the end, Yang Chengying emerged victorious.

In this way, Yang Chengying dared to visit Daishan only with Azig.

"Although the big thing is decided, other things are still complicated, and we need the help of the good father."

After a few words of greeting, Yang Chengying sincerely invited Dai Shan to go out of the mountain.

"Jingluo came to the door to invite, if I refuse, I will be sorry for Jingluo's sincerity."

Dai Shan sighed, hugged his fists and said: "Since you will not give up on the scriptures, you are willing to serve a small force!" ”

For the sake of loving the Xinjueluo family and the vast number of Jurchens, Dai Shan felt that it was necessary for him to go out of the mountain.

"Thank you!" Yang Chengying said.

"However, I have a reluctant request, please agree."

Dai Shan said suddenly.