The next morning.
With an "ouch" sound, a Houjin soldier fell off his horse and fell to the cold ground.
Dorgon looked back and saw that there were 30 people who fled last night, but now there are less than 25. Everyone's face is full of exhaustion, and everyone's face is full of panic.
He ran non-stop all night, and because he was running in such a hurry, he didn't even bring a map. In addition, the dark clouds covered the sky, and he didn't know if he was going in the right direction. It wasn't until he saw the river at dawn that he breathed a sigh of relief.
Daling River.
After crossing the Daling River is the Houjin controlled area.
It was the twelfth lunar month of winter, the river had frozen, and the new wind roared in, blowing Dorgon's loose hair at the temples.
He didn't know what was going on with Huang Taiji, Duoduo and others. Given the situation at that time, he couldn't care about anything else. He could only hope that Huang Taiji would be lucky and succeed in breaking through like him.
Chongzhen's son was so arrogant that he actually had the courage to cross the Great Wall, and the cavalry drove straight into the headquarters of the Karaqin tribe. Such a thing would have been unthinkable in the past.
With resentment, exclamation, fear, anxiety... all kinds of complicated emotions, Dorgon put his horse under his belly and ran towards the river. As he approached a sparse forest, he suddenly heard the sound of broken branches coming from the side. Voices, shouts of death, black shadows rushed out, and dozens of sharp long knives came against the wind.
Dorgon never expected that he would be intercepted and killed here. Are those Ming soldiers born in the year of dogs? It seems that they will not stop until they are all driven away.
"Master Beile, let's hold off those Ming troops. You hurry up and leave." A general drew out his machete and looked at the fifty-odd riders rushing towards him with a look of death.
Dorgon knew that time was running out and could not hesitate. He took a deep look at the general, slapped the horse's belly, and ran towards the river ahead.
"Kill!" The general raised his scimitar and took the lead in charging towards the pursuers.
This group of people no longer wanted to kill the enemy, but just wanted to stop the pursuing Ming army for a while.
Dorgon came to the river amidst the long neighing of the war horse and the shouts of the banner men. He wrapped the cotton cloth used for sneak attacks on the feet of the war horse, held the reins and walked onto the ice. He slipped every three steps and was very embarrassed. Go to the other side.
The Daling River is several hundred meters wide. Even if it is not the flood season, the distance from the west bank to the east bank is still more than 200 meters.
Dorgon led the horse across the Daling River. When he looked back, he saw that more than 20 riders who had fled with the Karaqin tribe were all killed. In the howling wind, a man with a scarred face turned over and dismounted, looking across the ice. he.
He knew that he was safe because the other party had no intention of pursuing him. It should be the last ambush of the Ming army against the Hou Jin army.
Of course, even if the opponent wants to pursue him, he still needs to consider whether he can escape unscathed, because the area ahead is Houjin's actual control.
On the other side, the new Jinyi Guard Deputy Qianhu Lu Jianxing walked up to Lin Yue with a blood-stained Yanling sword: "Your Majesty, should I pursue you or not?"
Lin Yue did not answer the question, but stretched out his hand to the side: "Bring me my bow."
One of the followers took off the long bow tied to the horse's belly and handed it over.
He drew the bow and nocked an arrow, thrust his arms through his arms, pulled the string to aim and then suddenly let go, all in one movement.
With a whoosh, the arrow shot through the air and hit Dorgon's right rib.
This is the result of his active avoidance.
From a distance of nearly 300 meters, the most skillful warrior on the grassland could only hit the target with a flat shot.
In fact, during the retreat, Huang Taiji doubted and guessed the identity of the scar-faced man. If it was really the tormenting Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty, then Hou Jin would be in danger.
Dorgon didn't have time to think too much, and he didn't dare to pull out the arrow. He endured the pain and got on his horse, running east as fast as possible.
"pity."
Lin Yue looked at Dorgon's back and said "It's a pity", turned around and mounted his horse, and drove the horse's head slowly along the river, as if he did not intend to continue to pursue and kill the only surviving prince of the Aixinjueluo family in this war.
Lu Jianxing looked at the other side and shuddered. This emperor... is a bit strong.
Ding Xiu walked past him with the Miao Dao on his shoulder: "'What a pity'? I think the emperor is letting his guard down..."
…
at dusk.
Outside Xiping Fort.
Zu Dashou glanced at the several heads hanging on the roof of Lu Gong's car. In addition to admiration, he was also filled with fear. It seemed that the emperor from his hometown wanted to stop until the Jurchen clan was exterminated.
On the wall of Xiping Fort, the Ming army was throwing down the corpses of Hou Jin's army. Although he led 10,000 Guan Ning troops north to Liaodong and caught Hou Jin off guard, it was the eagle messenger that determined the outcome of the battle. Those heads.
Huang Taiji, Haoge, Duduo...
The 100,000 Houjin army that attacked the Ming Dynasty was completely destroyed, and the emperor, Zhubeile, and princes were all beheaded. It is strange that the Houjin soldiers guarding the city had fighting spirit. You must know that all the elites of the Eight Banners of the Houjin were taken away by Huang Taiji. Xiping Fort Many of the defenders were Japanese, Mongolian and Ming troops who surrendered. They had no idea of revenge for the Great Khan. They would follow whoever was strong and whoever was in charge of food. This was their way of survival.
Yesterday, Guan Ning's army attacked the city for a day with no results. Today, after launching the second wave of offensive, the Jin soldiers could no longer withstand it. In the end, Tabai took less than a thousand people and fled north to Shengjing.
"My lord, we have received a letter from the rear. Governor Yuan has entered Jinzhou with 20,000 elite cavalry and will arrive at Xiping Fort tomorrow."
Zu Dashou came to his senses and Wangbujiang nodded, indicating that he understood.
"Receive another message from the messenger, and the emperor ordered... to massacre the city."
"What? Massacre the city?"
"Yes, the emperor ordered that all the Jurchens and Yuanmeng ethnic groups in the city be killed, regardless of men, women, old or young."
Zu Dashou's heart trembled, and he thought in his heart how much the emperor hated those Tatars.
…
The sixteenth day of the twelfth lunar month.
The setting sun outside Shengjing City is like blood.
Lin Yue stood on the top of Mozi Mountain with his hands folded, looking at Houjin Capital City in the distance.
Yuan Chonghuan, Hei Yunlong, Zu Dashou and Man Gui stood in the back with the wind, discussing in low voices what had happened in the past few days.
"I heard that Dorgon and Tabai are in charge of Shengjing now." Hei Yunlong said: "If the emperor's arrow had been more accurate."
This is not a complaint, but a hope, because hitting a moving object with an arrow from a distance of more than 200 meters is a staggering thing in itself. Let alone he can't do it, how many such people can be found in the entire Ming Dynasty?
Yuan Chonghuan glanced at the increasingly aloof figure in front of him and whispered: "Do you think Dorgon is lucky? If he had not fled back to Shengjing, what we see would not be what we see now."
"What's the meaning?"
Hei Yunlong and Man Gui looked puzzled.
Yuan Chonghuan drew a circle with his hand, and then made a beheading gesture: "At one go, gather together and annihilate them. The emperor is determined to destroy the entire Jurchen clan."
Zu Dashou couldn't help but shudder when he thought of the order to massacre his Guan Ning army received after they captured Xiping Fort.
Lin Yue knew what they were muttering there, but he didn't care. In the official history, Huang Taiji broke through Xifengkou, and Yuan Chonghuan stood still for a few days, and then hung on the rear of the Jin Army. Putting aside the discussions in the historical circles that have no evidence, He can understand the starting point of this.
Attack Shengjing, encircle Wei, and rescue Zhao. We are afraid that Huang Taiji will march eastward to Shanhaiguan. Once Guan Ning's army falls into a situation of being attacked from both sides, the Ming Dynasty will be completely doomed. Let's go head-to-head with Huang Taiji in the pass. The Guan Ning army he brought over was only 30,000 people, and they wiped out all the old people. The Ming Dynasty is still in danger. The so-called clever woman can't make a meal without rice. If you can't think of any clever tricks to defeat the enemy, you can only use the city defense to defeat the enemy. After all, the pass is the hinterland of the Ming Dynasty. The Jin army will at most wreak havoc and eventually have to leave.
It's different now. Huang Taiji's 100,000 Houjin Iron Cavalry were all wiped out in the pass, and there was no pressure on Guan Ning Jin's defense line. Why not take advantage of the situation to counterattack Liaodong? Leave some time for the Tatars to recuperate?
Lin Yue didn't look back, looked at Shengjing and said, "How many days?"
Yuan Chonghuan knew what he wanted to ask, so he quickly walked out of the leeward place, clasped his hands in fists, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, now our Ming cavalry has surrounded Shengjing, and the Haraqin tribe has been exterminated. Horqin, Aohan and other tribes have been destroyed." In danger, Lindan Khan of the Chahar tribe, who was suppressed by the Hou Jin Dynasty, took advantage of the situation. The Mongols would never take a trip into this muddy water. King Li Zhu of the Han Dynasty sent an envoy to deliver a message to fight against the Hou Jin Dynasty with our army. Now, now We dispatched 4,000 elite cavalry to march northward and advance towards Liaoyang. In my opinion, Dorgon Pagoda is already a turtle in the urn and there is nothing to worry about. The army can only encircle it but not attack it. Shengjing will be conquered in half a month."
"Half a month... it's too long," Lin Yue said, "Send the order and attack the city at midnight tomorrow. After the city is broken, all the Jurchens and Yuanmeng ethnic groups in the city will be slaughtered. But if one person escapes, I will chop off your head."
Yuan Chonghuan shuddered and thought that it was indeed as the civil servants in the court said, the current emperor is murderous.
"Your Majesty, please be frank, will this arouse the enemy's determination to resist? Will it make it more difficult to break the city?"
Lin Yue turned back, looked at the people below and said, "The determination of the Tatars cannot influence whether the city is broken or not."
After saying that, he walked towards the camp at the foot of the mountain.
…
Two days and nights.
It's approaching midnight.
Wang Qian ran to the toilet with a gun in his hand and kept banging on the broken door, trying to get the person who occupied the hole to come out. Then he heard a string of Manchu language, which was a curse word.
This is the world of the Jurchens, and Wang Qian cannot afford to offend him, so he can only find another convenient way to do it.
When he found the nearest corner, he found that there were at least a dozen "comrades" squatting in front of him.
If one person has diarrhea, it can be said that the stomach is not good. If two people have it, it can be said to be a coincidence. If three people have it, it will be a bit dramatic. Nowadays, there are more than a dozen people squatting at one time. What does it mean?
There was something wrong with the food at night.
It happened when the Ming army was besieging the city!
He could only pray that not all battalions were like this.
The prayers here had just ended when Wang Qian noticed something unusual in the sky. As a red fire broke out in the southern sky, there seemed to be tiny brilliance scattered above his head.
He picked up his belt and was about to ask the people in front of him if they had noticed this situation, when he heard a loud bang and the house in Dongfang was on fire.
Boom~
Boom~
Boom~
Explosives continued to explode, flames shot into the sky, and the flames spread throughout the city, followed by the general's voice calling for the fire to be put out.
In just a few breaths, the ground began to shake, waves of light flashed in front of the city wall, and cannons roared.
Someone called the police and asked the soldiers guarding the city to return to their posts quickly. The Ming army came over.
The Ming army carried out a siege battle in the middle of the night. Many officers and soldiers in the city were hungry. I heard that even the generals leading the troops were attacked. Could it be...
A somewhat horrifying thought flashed through Wang Qian's mind. Looking at the spear thrown aside, it was neither convenient nor inconvenient. His face turned red from holding back, and he felt anxious and uncomfortable.
At this moment, he heard howling above his head, and a ray of light passed before his eyes. With the next breath, he flew out with a ball of flames, his head hit the corner of the wall and twitched a few times, and there was no movement.
In the distance, with the flames constantly exploding at the top of Shengjing City, the Ming army surged towards the city wall like a tide under the cover of night.
