"Dorgon Beile, what do you mean by the Great Khan's guess?
Why did you come back at this time? Did Dahan ask you to come back? Did the attack on Zunhua City not go well? "
It's okay not to mention it. When it came to this, Dorgon's face suddenly darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said: "The spy arranged by the Great Khan in Zunhua City has been discovered. The Ming army will use the trick, and we have fallen into the trap.
The Ming army attacked with fire, and more than 6,000 of our people died in the battle. Duralhong Batulu of the Aohan tribe, Dai Qing of the Zalut tribe, and other Beile were killed in the battle. In addition, Jierharang also died in the battle.
The Great Khan suspected that the Ming army had a conspiracy and asked me to bring back five thousand elites to guard Longjing Pass to prevent the retreat from being raided! "
puff……
Fan Wencheng spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body was shaking.
Lieutenant General Agudamu hurriedly supported Fan Wencheng: "Mr. Fan, what's wrong with you?"
He murmured to himself: "It's over...it's over..."
"late?"
Dorgon turned to look at the five thousand elites, his eyes full of killing intent: "It's not too late, I came back just in time. Since the Ming army dared to go deep alone, it was just the right time to massacre them.
Avenging our fallen warriors will also give Ming a taste of heartache! "
Listening to Dorgon's words, Fan Wencheng's voice suddenly rose a little higher: "Master Baylor, what I said is that it's over, it's over, it's not that it's late!"
Listening to Fan Wencheng's angry shouting, Dorgon suddenly became furious. As Baylor, the younger brother of the Great Khan, who dared to scold him like this?
But in front of him was Fan Wencheng. When he came back, Huang Taiji gave him many instructions to follow Fan Wencheng's arrangements in everything, otherwise he would be punished by military law after returning to Shengjing!
Dorgon could only suppress his anger, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Fan, what do you mean?
The Ming army only has 3,000 men, and we have 5,000 elites here. Including those from Hanerzhuang and Longjingguancheng, the number is close to 7,000.
The Ming army had only been attacking the city for more than an hour, and it was only half an hour from here to Longjing Pass. In other words, I led the army to Longjing Pass, and Longjing Pass was still in our hands.
Seven thousand versus three thousand, we can completely kill the Ming army. Longjing Pass is still in our hands.
Taking a step back, even if Longjing Pass is captured by the Ming army, with the five thousand elites I lead and the elites of Hanerzhuang City and the Ming army, it won't be a big problem to capture Longjing Pass again! "
Listening to Dorgon's analysis, Fan Wencheng almost vomited blood.
No wonder the Han people called Dai Jin a wild boar. They were so stupid. They only saw what was happening in front of them and had no sense of the overall situation.
"Dorgon Beile, don't you think about why these three thousand elites dare to go deep alone?
If you think about it again, Zunhua's internal forces were discovered and the army fell into a trap. Why did these three thousand elites appear at this juncture?
The cities on all sides of Longjing Pass are under our control, so how did they appear in Longjing Pass silently?
Or do you think Sun Chengzong and Yuan Keli are both losers?
Is the Ming Dynasty completely finished? "
Every time Fan Wencheng asked a question, Dorgon's face became uglier. By the end, his facial features were almost distorted.
He was familiar with the art of war and fought east and west with Nurhaci and Huang Taiji. At this moment, he immediately understood the conspiracy.
"Are you saying that Da'ankou City and Xifengkou City have been lost?"
"I don't know about Xifengkou, but judging from the direction of this elite attack, Da'ankou City may have been lost!"
"Then what do we do now?
"I have asked Feiyanggu to personally send a message to the Great Khan, hoping that the Great Khan can withdraw his troops immediately."
"Withdrawal?"
Dorgon exclaimed, and then quickly said: "Mr. Fan, all this is your guess.
My army has crossed mountains and ridges, but now I have gained very little. Isn’t it too, too... childish to withdraw now? "
"Guessing? Child's play?"
Fan Wencheng sneered: "Dorgon Baylor, if the Ming Dynasty mobilizes a large army to encircle and kill us, and our 60,000 troops are encircled and killed, how will the Ming Dynasty deal with itself in the future?
The army of the Ming Dynasty was corrupt and vulnerable, but as long as there were more people and the stone mill was moved across the river, one arrow could be broken easily but ten arrows were difficult to break.
Three for one, five for one, can Ming Dynasty do it?
Don't think Daming is bold. As long as there is a slight possibility, we can't afford to bet. "
Dorgon was silent.
He admitted that Fan Wencheng was right. Ming Dynasty could fail several times, while Dai Jin only had one chance.
As long as their 60,000 coalition troops die in battle, the alliance of the Mongolian tribes that was finally formed will once again be disheartened.
When the time comes, they may not be able to resist the Ming Dynasty, Chahar Lindan Khan, North Korea, or even several larger Mongolian tribes.
The efforts of two generations will be completely wasted, and Daikin will die.
"Report... Urgent report from Da'ankou City!"
"Report... Urgent report from Da'ankou City!"
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When Dorgon was about to ask Fan Wencheng how to arrange it, several urgent orders came into the city gate tower from a distance.
Fan Wencheng's face changed drastically, he rushed out of the city gate tower, looked at the two approaching fire spots outside the city, and hurriedly shouted: "Open the city gate, bring them up!"
"The entire army is on alert to prevent a sneak attack by the Ming army!"
After dozens of breaths, the messenger entered the city gate tower, and Fan Wencheng handed him a water bag.
After the ordering soldier took a few sips, he immediately said: "What happened to Da'ankou City?"
"Mr. Fan, we are the secret sentries arranged by the guard of Da'ankou City, Hadan Bater, outside the city.
Today at Shenshi, 8,000 to 10,000 white-armed soldiers quickly approached Da'ankou City and attacked the city at Shenshi. "
"White-armed soldiers? Or eight thousand people? How do you know they are white-armed soldiers?"
"Back to Mr. Fan, we saw the white-poled soldiers' spears with hooks and sickles and the word Qin on the military flag."
Fan Wencheng's face changed drastically, and he said to himself: "How could it be a white-armed soldier? Where did it come from? Why is there no news from the insiders in Beijing?"
Dorgun's face turned red, and the slap in the face came too quickly.
Just now he was saying that everything was Fan Wencheng's guess, but unexpectedly news came that Da'ankou City was attacked.
The white-pole soldiers were able to resist the cavalry of the Eight Banners Army of the Great Jin Dynasty, and they raised their own military expenses.
Now that they are transferred to Beijing City, they are still serving as ambush troops. Their equipment, treatment, and combat power are definitely different.
At this moment, he finally understood why Huang Taiji trusted Fan Wencheng so much and consulted him on all major and minor matters.
Just from the Ming army's 3,000 lone troops who penetrated deeply, they were able to infer that Da'ankou City might have fallen.
"Report... Urgent report from Da'ankou City!"
Another emergency call came, and the hearts of everyone in the city gate building sank again.
"Mr. Fan, the white pole soldiers attacked the city at the moment of Shenshi. At the three o'clock of Shenshi, Da'ankou City was captured, and all our Dajin warriors were killed.
Because, because... all the heads of my Golden Warrior were chopped off and piled up in the Jingguan.
Mr. Fan, you must avenge your brothers, they died so miserably... Wuwu..."
Everyone's expressions changed again, especially the generals such as Dorgon and Agudamu, whose faces were full of anger and their right hands had already been placed on the hilt of their swords.
