If you can't beat him, run north. This is the super move of the nomads.
In the Ming Dynasty, it was true that these ethnic groups on horseback were beaten until they cried for their fathers and mothers, but there was no way. The entire grassland belonged to others, and the strategic depth was too great. It was impossible to completely drive them out by force alone.
But these Jurchens, who have been in love and fighting with the Ming Empire for decades, are not pure nomads.
So now they are really unwilling to plunge into the harsh mountains and rivers of the north like the Mongols did.
Anyway, Duduo can't accept ten thousand at this moment.
"Brother, is there no other way?"
Duduo said unwillingly: "There is really no other way. Let's just surrender to His Majesty the Emperor. Wasn't it always like this before?"
After living a life where he is used to eating meat and drinking wine, wearing silk clothes, sleeping in a big house at night, and having maids to warm his bed, how can he bear it if he is allowed to sleep in the open like those wild Jurchens, eating their hair and drinking their blood!
When Dorgon heard this, his head suddenly shook like a rattle: "Absolutely not. Others may be able to do it, but if the opponent is really Zhu Hongwu, he will eat us down to the bones."
"Actually, if you think about it, there is really no way!"
"It's just a risk!" Dorgon hesitated and said.
"What can we do?" Duduo's eyes lit up and he asked.
Dorgon walked to the big map and pointed to the edge of the Ming Empire: "Here, if we can occupy this place, it is also an option!"
"North Korea!" Duduo looked at his elder brother in surprise.
"I have received news that civil strife is occurring in North Korea. Do you think that if we suddenly bring tens of thousands of troops over at this time, can we directly take down their capital Seoul?"
"But..., what should we do with the little emperor in Beiping City?" Duduo asked hesitantly.
He really felt in his heart that this strategy was feasible, because the Qing Dynasty had captured North Korea twice, and it was not difficult at all to attack this country.
However, if you want to attack Seoul by surprise, you must be quick. If you delay, it will be bad if Akito reacts and blocks it.
"At this time, who cares about who else?"
"There is an old saying in Ming Dynasty: When disaster strikes, let's all fly together!"
A glint flashed in Dorgon's eyes: "Just in time, let the little emperor and Hauge attract Mingren's attention, so that we can do things well..."
Three days later.
The Manchu and Qing armies besieging Shenyang suddenly began to attack desperately.
The elites of the Manchu and Qing dynasties transformed into superintendents of war teams, and besides the slaves and captives they drove to attack the city, there were also the elites of the Qing dynasty, those clad slaves who are still loyal to the Qing dynasty to this day.
Even now that they are being pushed onto the battlefield, their faces are still full of disbelief.
They didn't believe that their master would let them join the siege.
"Kill...!" The shouts of kill shook the sky, and the roar of cannons resounded throughout the fields. On top of Shenyang City, Tang He and Zhou Yuji finally felt a little pressure.
"Don't panic, we have enough food and grass, rolling logs, hot oil, and golden juice. Let them just come, and we will treat them to a drink!"
"Today we defeated the Dog Tartars. I will kill the sheep and cattle for you personally. All the people on the top of the city will be fed!" Tang He stood at the top, holding a big knife in his hand, loudly cheering for everyone.
Incited by his tone, the soldiers guarding the city who were a little flustered just now suddenly became energetic again.
"Commander, something is wrong, this enemy is too fierce!"
"Their cannons don't have many shells. They are risking their fortunes."
"But it stands to reason that the Tatar soldiers from the Manchu Qing Dynasty should also be on the scene at this time, but now they are only supervising the battle. Do they have some conspiracy?" Zhou Yuji reported the situation to Tang He under gunfire.
"Haha, I noticed it too!"
"However, I don't think they have any tricks to play. They will most likely abandon these cannon fodder and run away!" Tang He said with slightly squinted eyes.
"Run away?"
On the other side, Li Wenzhong, who was also closely observing the Manchu siege movements, also made this judgment.
But the men behind him obviously didn't believe it: "But where can they run?"
"Hey, we didn't know that!"
A glint flashed in Li Wenzhong's eyes: "Let's just do our own thing well and then watch the show..."
The sky is overcast and there is no moon tonight.
The offensive at Shenyang City still shows no sign of slowing down, and is even three points more intense than during the day. It is obvious that the Tatars will not rest day and night.
However, no one noticed that the elite Tatars supervising the battle had disappeared at some point.
"Quick, speed up the march. We must get out of the battlefield as soon as possible before the Ming Dynasty's cavalry reacts!" Dorgon was dressed in black armor, and he was guarded by his own army guards at the front, back and left.
In order to be concealed and unobtrusive this time, Dorgon only brought 30,000 of the most elite cavalry, one man and two horses, and rushed toward the northeast.
For this reason, he even abandoned some of the Tatar soldiers.
After one day and two nights, they had traveled one hundred and eighty miles.
On the Shenyang battlefield, early the next morning, the soldiers in the Manchu camp were surprised to find that their commander was missing.
Unrest began to spread throughout the camp.
Just at this moment, the sound of horse hooves suddenly rumbled, and Li Wenzhong led the elite cavalry suddenly appeared in the distance and launched a charge towards their camp.
What can be done in such a crisis moment?
"Run away!" Someone finally shouted everyone's voice, and then the 100,000 people went directly across the sea to show their magical powers to see who had the greater ability to escape.
"Surrender without killing."
"Everyone squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, anyone who dared to run around would die!"
When Li Wenzhong saw this situation, he immediately dispersed 10,000 elite cavalry and began to capture prisoners in all directions.
These people can't let them run away like this, otherwise countless bandits will appear in Liaodong in the future.
Now Liaodong is short of people. These people are called slaves, and they are good candidates to be slaves to reclaim wasteland and restore production.
"It's over!" On top of Shenyang City, Tang He laughed as he watched the scene outside the city.
"Where did Dorgon go with those Tatar elites?" Zhou Yuji next to him asked with a solemn face.
"Haha, how did I know!"
"But I guess His Majesty must know!"
"Otherwise, this guy Li Wenzhong can just stay here and watch his men capture prisoners?"
"If the matter was not under control, his cavalry would have gone after Manqing and bit him in the butt." Tang He said with a grin.
"Your Majesty, Dorgon has entered the burial place we carefully designed for him!"
Two days later, high on the Hengping Mountain Road at the junction of Liaodong and North Korea.
After Zhu Yuanzhang heard Mu Ying's report, he glanced at Dorgon's 30,000 men below who were marching hard on the rugged mountain road, and said expressionlessly: "Let's start, kill them all, leaving no one behind."
