"Mr. Fan, our hidden sentries have extended to fifteen miles outside the city, but the Ming army came with cavalry, and they were very fast.
During the march, the formation was extremely neat, not weaker than our Eight Banners Army. The number was about 3,000, coming from the west. "
"Guan Ning Cavalry?"
Fan Wencheng frowned: "That's not right, if Guan Ning's cavalry is providing reinforcements, why is there no movement at Xifengkou?
You shouldn’t come from the west either! When did the Ming Dynasty have such elites? "
Then he looked at Fei Yanggu: "In Da'ankou City and Xifengkou City, have the people who send intelligence every day arrived?"
"There's still half an hour left!"
After Fei Yanggu responded, he hesitated and said: "Mr. Fan, don't we send reinforcements to reinforce Longjing Pass? If Longjing Pass falls, then we..."
"Should we go for reinforcements or go to die?"
Fan Wencheng shook his head, interrupted Fei Yanggu's words, and said calmly: "Three thousand are not weaker than the elite of the Eight Banners Army. If we go to Han'erzhuang City with the strength of our troops, we will die, so why not wait first?"
There are only three thousand elites. Even if Longjing Pass is captured, we can directly crush them by withdrawing ten thousand troops. Now it is better to be still than to move. "
"That's right. We go deep alone. I don't know if they are overconfident, look down on us, or are too stupid..."
"What did you say?"
Fan Wencheng listened to Fei Yanggu's mutterings and stood up suddenly, staring at Fei Yanggu with his eyes like evil tigers.
Fei Yanggu felt nervous when he was stared at, and said hurriedly: "I said these three thousand Ming troops are confident, or do they look down upon..."
"Not this sentence, the previous sentence!"
"last sentence?"
Fei Yanggu was a little stunned, recalled it, and asked doubtfully: "Going deep alone?"
"Yes, it means going deep alone, going deep alone... going deep alone... going deep alone..."
Fan Wencheng muttered to himself, recalling Daming's various actions in recent times in his mind, and then he understood something.
After a moment, he seemed to wake up from a daze, his whole body was shaking, and his eyes were full of fear.
The forehead was instantly covered with dense beads of sweat.
Fei Yanggu looked puzzled and whispered: "Mr. Fan, what are you doing?"
Although Fei Yanggu's voice was soft, it still woke up Fan Wencheng.
Fan Wencheng glanced around: "Come here, send people to Da'ankou City and Xifengkou City immediately to see if the two cities are still in our hands..."
Before the soldiers could leave, Fan Wencheng immediately said: "Stop, there's no need to go."
"Fei Yanggu, go to Zunhua in person, tell the Great Khan that we have fallen into the Ming's trap, and ask the Great Khan to lead his troops to retreat immediately."
As Fan Wencheng spoke, he walked to the desk and wrote quickly. In just a few breaths, he finished writing a letter and put it in an envelope and handed it to Fei Yanggu.
"If the horse runs to death, then the person will run away. It must be delivered to Zunhua City before midnight tomorrow morning!"
Fei Yanggu's face changed drastically: "Mr. Fan, what are you..."
"What are you still waiting for? Go quickly!"
"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll kill you!"
Fan Wencheng interrupted Fei Yanggu's words fiercely and said hurriedly: "It's too late, the Khan may be in danger of his life!"
Fei Yanggu's expression changed drastically, he stopped talking nonsense, grabbed the letter and ran towards the outside of the government office.
Looking at Fei Yanggu leaving, Fan Wencheng felt weak all over and fell down on the chair, gasping for air.
"Hopefully, it's not too late. I hope the Great Khan can cut off his arm and lose his chariot to save his commander, otherwise Daikin will really be doomed!"
After a while, I finally calmed down from my violent breathing and started writing on the paper.
Chongzhen’s dream, the eight major locust merchants, returning the land to the people, plotting against Chahar Lindan Khan and the Dajin coalition, adjusting the military strength of Zhenbao and Changping towns, three strategies against the Han people who defected to Dajin, a great harvest of the sacred potato, and prohibiting the sale of Food was given to the Haraqin tribe and Yuan Chonghuan was imprisoned...
All this seems to be weakening the strength of the Mongolian tribes and the slaves, and restoring the vitality of the Ming Dynasty.
But when you carefully string them together, you will find that this is actually forcing the Jiannu to bypass Mongolia to enter the customs.
The purpose is to plot to establish slaves. This is a complete conspiracy.
He, including Huang Taiji and others, did not expect that Daming would be so courageous and dare to plot against them.
If it weren't for the three thousand elite Ming troops from Longjing Pass who went deep into the area alone, he would never have thought that the Ming Dynasty would be so bold.
To the west of Longjing Pass is Da'ankou City, to the east is Xifengkou City, to the south is Hanerzhuang City and the location of the slave army, and to the north across the mountains is the Haraqin tribe, the real enemy center.
Could the commander of a cavalry comparable to the elite of the Eight Banners of Dajin, or the Ming Dynasty, be so incompetent?
What's more, there are also famous ministers and generals such as Sun Chengzong, Yuan Keli, Qin Liangyu, Man Gui and so on.
Therefore, he was sure that he was well prepared when he rushed in alone.
Perhaps Da'ankou City has been captured, and the purpose is to cut off Dajin's retreat.
"Mr. Fan, Mr. Fan..."
I don't know how long it took, but a quick voice sounded outside the government office, and Feiyanggu's deputy, Agudamu, rushed into the government office.
Fan Wencheng woke up when he heard the emergency call. He looked around and found that candles had been lit in the lobby and it was getting dark outside.
After getting used to the candlelight, Fan Wencheng rubbed his eyebrows, looked at the people standing in the hall, and his heart suddenly suddenly thought: "Agudam, why are you panicking?"
"Mr. Fan, Dorgon, the leader of the white flag, has led five thousand elite soldiers to the city and demands to enter the city."
"Dorgon is back?"
Fan Wencheng was a little surprised. At this juncture, why did Dorgon bring five thousand elites back to Hanerzhuang City?
"Let's go and have a look with me!"
Half a quarter of an hour later, Fan Wencheng saw Dorgon outside the north gate of Hanerzhuang City. He was about to step forward to salute, but was stopped by Dorgon.
"Dorgon Beile, talk to the city gate tower!"
Fan Wencheng said, stepped aside and headed towards the city gate tower, while continuing: "Dorgon Beile, why are you back?"
Dorgon did not answer Fan Wencheng's question, but asked eagerly: "Mr. Fan, are Da'ankou City, Longjing Pass, and Xifengkou City still in our hands?"
"We don't know yet about Da'ankou City and Xifengkou, but more than an hour ago 3,000 elite cavalrymen of the Ming Dynasty attacked Longjing Pass. We don't know yet whether Longjing Pass has been lost!"
"What? The Ming army attacked Longjing Pass? Then why didn't you send troops to reinforce it? If Longjing Pass fell, what crime would you be responsible for?"
Listening to Dorgon's angry rebuke, Fan Wencheng shook his head: "Dorgon Baylor, please be patient and listen to my explanation!"
After saying that, he explained the situation of the Ming army and what he thought. Dorgon's expression changed instantly.
"Three thousand elite Ming troops who are not weaker than the elite Eight Banners Army. Where did this come from? Is the Khan's guess true?"
"Khan's guess?"
Listening to the last few words, Fan Wencheng's uneasiness increased again.
