'I have come a few ways, but I have only gone all the way. ’

Nurhachi knows very well in his heart that no matter how smooth he has been in recent years, no matter how quickly he has risen, as long as the land of Liaodong is still in the hands of the Ming Court, his development will still be limited.

The Ming army in the land of Liaodong was like a knife hanging over Nurhachi's head.

Regardless of whether the knife is blunt or not, as long as the knife is there, he always feels like a man on his back, and he is constrained and can't let go of his hands and feet.

For example, his troops.

At present, the Eight Banners established by Nurhachi single-handedly, under the condition that all the people are soldiers, the total number is only 50,000 or 60,000, which is far inferior to the strength of the Ming army in terms of quantity.

Nurhachi's advantage in the Eight Banners lies in mobility, not in the number of troops.

Therefore, only by concentrating all our efforts on the road to achieve the battle situation of breaking through 10,000 roads all the way can we have a chance to win in an all-round way.

"Ben Khan has been waiting for this battle for a long, long time."

Nurhachi was full of battle and took a deep breath.

If the Ming court blindly sticks to Liaodong, it will be difficult for Nurhachi to find a breakthrough, and it will be difficult to swallow Liaodong in the next ten or even twenty years.

But now, the Ming court took the initiative to gather all its strength to attack, as long as this battle is won, then Liaodong is its own.

As long as he takes the land of Liaodong, the Jin State he established will be different from the Ming Dynasty, and it will truly grow into a powerful empire that can shake the Ming Dynasty.

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Liaodong, Shenyang.

The earth-shattering sound of drums resounded through this border city.

The current Shenyang is not the Shenyang of later generations, and the current Shenyang is more like the former station of Liaoyang, the capital of Liaodong, just a small border city.

It wasn't until Nurhachi moved his capital to Shenyang and changed his name to Shengjing that this small border city really rose.

At this moment, excluding all the cavalry except the Liaodong Iron Cavalry, the Western Route Army totaled more than 30,000 cavalry.

One rode with two horses, and at the same time each person carried two days of dry food, under the leadership of Wang Yangming and Li Rusong, went straight out of Shenyang, and went straight to Fushun with lightning speed.

Shenyang City Tower.

Ji Boying, Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di, and Zhu Lao Si, looking at the cavalry that was sweeping away quickly in the sky with smoke and dust.

Almost at the same time.

Qi Jiguang and Yu Dayou of the Eastern Route Army, led more than 40,000 infantry of the Korean Army, from Kuandiankou, entered the rugged mountain road, and went straight to Hetuala, the capital of Houjin.

Zhu Si, Zhu Gaoxu, and Zhang Fu of the Southern Route Army, with all the musketeers in the army, crossed the Qinghe River and went out of the Yahu Pass.

Zhu Qizhen and Zhao Fu of the Northern Route Army, led 40,000 foot cavalry, had already left Kaiyuan, and were heading straight to the three-way junction at the fastest speed.

As for Chang Yuchun and Lan Yu of the Middle Route Army, they had already left Shenyang two days ago.

The Liaodong Iron Cavalry, which was led by the two of them, was a fine cavalry after two months of refining by Li Rusong.

Although the number of people is small, they all bypass Fushun quietly in an extremely secret way, and have arrived near Salhu in advance.

"How long will it take to fight?"

Ji Boying frowned slightly.

He had to calculate this time, after all, time needed to be fast-forwarded, and he couldn't wait here for a day or a night.

"With the speed of the Western Route Army's march, the Jin army in Fushun is not strong, and it can be conquered in one or two hours, and tomorrow it should be able to meet the Jin army on the Hunhe River near Salhu."

Old Zhu Di was on the left side of Ji Boying and said in a condensed voice.

He made corresponding predictions in advance about the situations that each route army might encounter.

"Hmm."

Ji Boying nodded slightly, and his voice fell.

In an instant, the figures of the four disappeared in an instant.

Ji Boying took Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di and Zhu Laosi to this trip to Wanli Time and Space, the main purpose was to let several of their commanders and deputy marshals go to various armies to swear and boost the morale of a wave of soldiers before they set off.

This is all a routine operation before the army sets out.

After finishing the matter, it is natural to return to the Drunken Immortal Building.

After all, with Ji Boying, an immortal master, anywhere can be the headquarters.

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Hongwu time and space, the main hall of the drunken immortal building.

When Ji Boying came back, his brows suddenly furrowed.

Then, his eyes swept over the entire main hall, and found that except for Jiajing Immortal and the young Zhu Houxi, everyone else had retreated to the edge of the main hall, their eyes trembling, covering their mouths and noses.

Between his snorts, there was also a hint of the breath that was once familiar to Ji Boying.

There was a hint of fear in his eyes.

In the years when he was in college, the live broadcast platform was popular for a period of time to eat this thing, relying on this thing to attract attention and earn traffic, and this trend was also derived from major universities.

One evening, Ji Boying had just finished writing a chapter and was about to go to the playground to see his legs, oh no, it was to see the scenery.

More than 100 meters away from the playground, he smelled a smell that he would never forget, and he almost vomited the overnight meal.

Ji Boying's eyes were sharp, looking at the Jiajing Immortal and the young Zhu Houxi, who didn't care about the smell at all, and were even a little fascinated by the smell.

These two goods, are they the legendary lovers?!

The evil hand of the young Zhu Houxi has even reached the edge of the red can, as if he wants to open the seal.

I saw that Jiajing Immortal and the young man Zhu Houxi glanced at each other, and they both saw the solemnity and sacredness in their respective eyes.

In the last moments of what is about to begin.

"You two!"

Ji Boying drank sharply.

The voice fell.

The two Zhu Houxi were stunned for a moment, and the red jar in their eyes was directly suspended at this moment.

In order to avoid a tragedy, Ji Boying directly exerted anti-gravity on this red can.

Raise your hand and grab it.

This red can was directly taken in Ji Boying's hand.

Suddenly, an extremely strong smell came out of that gap, poured into his nose, and went straight to his brain, and Ji Boying forcibly suppressed the turbulent tumbling stomach.

Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di and Zhu Laosi, the four of them all changed their faces suddenly, and their footsteps moved, and they retreated to Ji Boying's three feet away.

Without hesitation, Ji Boying recycled the red can into the system.

"Master, this qi is definitely my magic weapon!"

Jiajing Immortal saw that the 'one breath was overwhelming' and was taken away, and his face was painful.

"With your current Taoism, you can't control this level of magic weapon for the time being, and there will be a magic weapon suitable for you in the future, and I will give it to you as a teacher."

casually perfunctory Jiajing Immortal.

Ji Boying took a deep breath and glanced at the princes who had retreated to the edge of the main hall.

"All sit back in their seats."

Although the things had been put away, there was still a faint rancid stench in the air.

Reluctantly, all the princes of heaven returned to their respective seats slowly.

Then, Ji Boying sat in the Taishi chair in the center of the podium.

Out of habit, he subconsciously took a deep breath, and his face changed suddenly.

‘CAO！ ’

He had the urge to catch the Jiajing Immortal and beat him violently.

"Keep an eye on it."

A thought.

As Ji Boying's voice fell, in an instant, the scene of the entire main hall changed.

However, this is obviously different from the previous holographic projection, which is divided into five pieces, and when you are in it, the whole person is like being in a five-diamond-shaped screen cage, and each side represents an army.

It allows you to distinguish between your own existence, but also to make sure that you are there enough to be there.

At the moment when the projection appeared, the attention of all the princes of heaven was instantly attracted by the five-way army, but they all habitually covered their mouths and noses.

"Brother, it seems that the speed of this Western Route Army is faster than we imagined, at this speed, we will be able to meet the thief army in the Hunhe River at the end of the time."

Lao Zhu frowned slightly, and he also calculated the speed of Nurhachi's troops.

"The Northern Route Army is a mixed infantry and cavalry, and if it rushes from the three forks to the Sarhuhun River under the premise of being unhindered, it will be at least two hours later than the Western Route Army, which means that the Western Route Army must block Nurhachi's main army alone for two hours."

Old Zhu Di analyzed in a condensed voice.

Zhu Laosi didn't speak, his eyes were sometimes in the Western Route Army, sometimes in the Northern Route Army, after all, this would still be speculation.

Some people compare war to art, because before the war is fought, before it ends, no one can completely guess the outcome, and the situation of the battlefield changes rapidly.

Ah Biao's eyes, from the very beginning, were focused on the Western Route Army, because the 30,000 light horsemen under the leadership of Wang Yangming and Li Rusong were the bait to lure the pigtails out of the hole.

'Early in the morning. ’

Ji Boying roughly calculated the time, and then dialed the timeline of Wanli time and space.

Of course, in case of any accidents, this timeline is not dialed one day at a time, but one hour at a time.

As the timeline of Wanli time and space is shifted, the entire projection screen is changing rapidly, and the most obvious difference is that it has entered night from day.

But there is one point, but I saw that these princes of heaven praised it.

The Western Route Army led by Wang Yangming played a trick to attack the east and west, and it took less than an hour to take Fushun.

"The Western Route Army, stopped."

Wuzong Zhu Houzhao shouted excitedly at this moment.

And there is only one circumstance that can make the Western Route Army stop its advance, that is, the scouts have reported and discovered the traces of the Jin army.

At this moment, it is the end of the sub-time of Wanli time and space, which is commonly known as the ghost knocking on the door in the middle of the night.

And, on the banks of the Hunhe River, it was foggy.

"What is this Wang Yangming doing?"

Emperor Xuande frowned, and subconsciously said loudly, looking at the projection of the Western Route Army, his face was full of puzzlement.

Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di, Zhu Laosi, Ah Biao, several of them have long set their eyes on the Western Route Army, and they all frowned one by one, not knowing what Wang Yangming is doing.

Ji Boying looked at it and suddenly remembered something.

Wang Yangming is not only a saint who created a generation of mental studies, but also a super black-bellied, commonly known as deceit.

In particular, in terms of fighting, what he is best at is to mess with the hearts of the enemy before the battle is fought, and it is from the commander to the small soldiers, from the inside to the outside.

From your own point of view, this is.

From the enemy's point of view, are you disgusting?!

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Western Route Army.

On the south bank of the Hunhe River, the fog lingers in the middle of the night, and the visibility is only three or five feet away.

30,000 light horsemen stopped along the coast, and the horses neighed.

At this moment, the 30,000 cavalry are changing their costumes under the military order of the main general Wang Yangming, and each cavalryman is wearing sackcloth, with a filial piety belt tied on his forehead, and even the horse's head is tied with a white paper flower prepared in advance.

To know.

It would be the middle of the night, and it would be hazy and foggy.

"Mr. Yangming, I'll go and prepare first."

"It's just..."

Li Rusong reined in his horse's head, was silent for a moment, looked up at Wang Yangming and said.

"Mr. Yang Ming, can you remove some of the powder on my face, this feeling is really uncomfortable."

Obviously, he had not yet fought with the Jin army, but at this time, the battle armor on Li Rusong's body was already torn and dripping with blood, like a dead man who had experienced a fierce battle of life and death.

The whole face looked more white as if it had been powdered (in fact, it was powdered, and it was very thick), but the lips were as red as blood.

This pearl powder, this sexy red lips, are all makeup that Wang Yangming personally put on Li Rusong.

Two big men, one for the first time in his life, and the other for the first time in his life, one dares to make, the other dares to be transformed, they are both steel fierce men.

"Nope."

Wang Yangming decisively rejected Li Rusong's request.

and looked at Li Rusong carefully, and felt that he was not very satisfied.

Then he took out the rouge box and leaned towards Li Rusong's face, and Li Rusong subconsciously dodged.

"Don't move."

Wang Yangming spoke, and then wiped the corners of Li Rusong's eyes red, looking like the blood gushing in his eye sockets.

"Alright."

"Mr. Li, remember what we just said."

Wang Yangming put away the rouge box and reminded him.

"Don't worry, sir, the last general will understand."

Anyway.

Li Rusongle turned his horse's head, took a military horse with makeup, and quickly disappeared into the thick fog.

At this time, Wang Yangming glanced at the slightly tumbling mist not far away, which was obviously the scout of the Jin Army.

"Keep marching."

One order out.

In the army, there was a sound of singing.

In the middle of the night, the foggy day of the third watch, the ghosts on the banks of the Hunhe River were happy, and the Yin soldiers crossed.

Wang Yangming took this Yin soldier and continued to walk along the riverbank.

At this time.

Nurhachi's Eight Banners Army.

Nurhachi, who was standing on a horse, frowned slightly after listening to the scout's words.

He has already sent the eighth prince Taiji to lead the two banners of men and horses to resist the nearest Ming army at the three forks, and he himself personally led the six banners of military horses, a total of more than 50,000 people, ready to use the fastest speed to eat this adventurous army.

"Father Khan, many soldiers of the former army have seen the Ming army looming in the fog, and the funeral music sounded, all of them were timid, and there were already rumors in the army that the Liao soldiers were asking for their lives."

Big Beledain frowned.

If you do this in broad daylight, it is naturally useless, but now that the time and place are favorable, it is extremely easy to disturb the morale of the army.

The disarray of the army before the battle is obviously not a good sign.

"Charm and spirit, carving insect skills."

Nurhachi sneered and strangled the horse's head.

"Let's see Ben Khan personally lead the army, break through this road, and cut off the head of the main general of the Ming army on this road!"

As the words fell, Nurhachi galloped forward.

Seeing this, Da Belle Daishan did not dare to hesitate, and hurriedly led the army to follow.

As soon as Nurhachi ran like this, he came directly to the front of the army, and all the Eight Banners soldiers along the way saw Nurhachi's figure, and their minds gradually became stable.

After all, even if there are really ghosts, then they will first ask for the life of the Great Khan, and it will not be their turn.

And at this very moment.

Suddenly, there was a fog rolling on the left flank of the army, and there was a forest.

Subconsciously, Nurhachi stood at the horse and looked.

"Nurhachi...!"

"You... This dog... Slave...! Quiet... Dare to judge ......! ”

"Come on..."

"Accept your life to ......!"

“……………”

The sound that came out of the fog was long and long, and it didn't sound like the voice of one person at all, but a group of people in unison, echoing in the thick fog and dark night, creating a sense of reverberation.

"Huh."

Hearing the sound, Nurhachi was not afraid at all, and his eyes were full of disdain.

"Pretend to be a ghost in front of Ben Khan!"

"Don't say that you are a fake ghost, even if the real ghost comes, Ben Khan will be cut down today!"

Nurhachi pulled out his saber, and all the Eight Banners drew their swords together, and the whole army was ready to charge, but he was still a little apprehensive in his heart, after all, after so many years of fighting, he met the Yin soldiers for the first time.

That's when it happened.

From the turbulent and tumbling mist, a large horse that was obviously black, but was forced to be white, rushed out first.

Of course, this horse is not the key.

The point is, it's right away.

In Nurhachi, he saw the man on the horse, and saw the bloody armor, and saw the face as white as paper, the red lips, and the moment he saw the familiar face.

The whole person, from head to toe, is like a lightning strike.

At this moment, Nurhachi's scalp was numb, his brain was buzzing, his raised saber was stunned in mid-air, and he even forgot to give the order to charge for a while.

There is only one thought in his mind: Li Rusong has come to ask for his life!

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PS: Wang Yangming: This life is only for one person.

PS: Li Rusong: It will be for those who please themselves.

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