"Father Khan, my sons and ministers are also willing to share my father's worries!"
"Father, my son is willing to be a pioneer!"
"I am willing to go to conquer the Ming Dynasty!"
"..."
As soon as Daishan opened his mouth, other people in the tent also joined in asking for a fight.
This made Chu Ying, the eldest son of Nurhachi, who was given the name "Hungbatulu" and who had mastered the power of the Flood God, flash a hint of violence in his eyes.
For Chu Ying, who once became the heir to the Qing Dynasty, it is no longer his time.
But seeing that he was in the center of everyone's attention, and that his brother Daishan, who was born from the same mother, was almost destined to become the next Great Khan, he still felt resentful and uncontrollable.
However, having already been under house arrest and almost executed, he had learned to be patient. He sat silently in the tent, saying nothing, and watched the events unfold indifferently.
Nurhaci, who was sitting on the main seat, naturally took everything in the account into his eyes.
However, this is also the result he wants.
Only the strongest one is qualified to inherit the position of Great Khan!
"Daishan, then you will lead the army this time!"
Nurhaci quickly made a decision and ordered, "Let Huang Taiji be your deputy! This winter is extremely cold. I want you not only to defeat the invading enemies, but also to capture enough!"
"Yes, Father Khan!"
Daishan and Huang Taiji looked at each other and stood in line to receive orders.
When he heard the name "Huang Taiji", the sharp look in Chu Ying's eyes flashed away again. He had not forgotten that his "good" brother once catered to him on the surface, but secretly gave him a hard blow. matter!
Shuerhaqi, who was silent on the side, was also looking at Huang Taiji.
As the younger brother of Nurhachi, Shuerhaqi also lost his past authority. However, as "Darkhan Batulu", he has the power of the Darhan god. Although he loses his authority, his power remains intact, and he still has a place!
"Huang Taiji..."
Shuerhaqi's eyes flashed and he glanced at his second son Amin, not knowing what he was thinking.
After the discussion of the golden account.
Daishan and Huang Taiji began to organize their troops.
Since two people are the main and deputy commanders this time, the soldiers and horses for this expedition will naturally be selected from the two flags of Zhenghong and Xianghong in Daishan's hands, as well as the Zhengbai flag in Huang Taiji's hands.
"This time, we have to rely on my brother to deal with the Ming Dynasty's military front!"
Huang Taiji kept his posture very low, as if he was following the instructions of Dai Shan.
Daishan, as the leader of the four Baylors, is naturally quite satisfied with Huang Taiji's performance: "Eighth brother, if you cooperate well as a brother, your benefits will naturally be indispensable when the time comes!"
Of course, he didn't completely believe the other party.
After all, he was the biggest beneficiary after the death of his brother Chu Ying. Although some people suspected that he was the one who brought down Chu Ying, only he knew in his heart that all of this was inseparable from the eighth brother in front of him.
Can people like this really be inferior to others?
Although he was thinking this in his heart, on the surface, he still looked like brothers and sisters.
The two quickly agreed on the expedition and dispersed.
Daishan returned to his residence surrounded by a group of people. Compared with Nurhachi's golden tent, the furnishings and arrangements here were also quite particular, all of which highlighted his unique status.
He dismissed everyone and returned to the big tent alone. As soon as he got closer, he saw his personal maid approaching quickly.
"What's the rush?"
The maid whispered: "Master, I have your letter."
Daishan took the letter from the hand of his personal maid and saw it written in beautiful handwriting: "I heard that you are about to go on an expedition. I am deeply concerned about it. Please be careful to avoid any harm."
Daishan looked at the contents of the letter, smiled, carefully folded the letter and put it in his arms.
And at the same time.
Yang Fan also came to a tribe.
This tribe is medium-sized and occupies a vast area of land. Some of it is used as pasture, and some has been cultivated into cultivated land. Although it is covered with snow, you can still see the ridges of the fields.
“Have you started farming yet?”
Yang Fan's eyes flashed.
The civilization of land-based countries began, to some extent, with farming.
If the shamans of the Qing Dynasty just lived by water and grass and made a living by grazing, that would be fine. But once they started farming, they would inevitably establish villages and towns, and then they would truly have a foundation.
Dragon energy is solid due to its foundation!
This is the real threat!
When Yang Fan entered the tribe, he heard the sound of books. After careful identification, he discovered that it was a group of immature children reading "The Thousand-Character Classic".
A rather old man was teaching them.
Even though he is old, he is still rigid and well-organized in his actions and actions. He obviously comes from the Ming Dynasty!
This scene made Yang Fan couldn't help but narrow his eyes, with a cold light flashing in his eyes: "No wonder this tribe has changed so much. I didn't expect that someone Ming was guiding me from behind..."
Yang Fan used his destiny to trace this person back.
Soon, this person's experience appeared before his eyes.
From failing in repeated tests in the early years, to feeling that his talents were not being recognized, and resenting the injustice of the Ming Dynasty, he then resolutely abandoned his family and children and chose to come to Liaodong to educate these foreigners!
It took thirty years to do this!
Of course, in addition to imparting knowledge, he also imparted his hatred.
He will use countless blood to let Da Ming know that losing him is Da Ming's loss!
Although he knew that this kind of thing was inevitable, when he saw it with his own eyes, Yang Fan still had a murderous intention in his heart.
With a flash of spiritual thought, it turned into a wisp of cold light, cutting off the old man's fateful thread.
thump.
The old man's body stiffened, and then he fell to the ground and died.
"Ah, dead!"
"The teacher is dead!"
The shouts of the children immediately attracted the attention of many people.
Soon, several strong men appeared here.
They checked the old man's body and found nothing unusual: "It should be that the longevity has arrived."
"Um."
The leader waved his hand, and someone carried the body away.
"It's a pity. Although Mr. Gao's behavior of abandoning his mother's clan and abandoning his children is despicable, he has still done a lot of things in our army for thirty years. Now that he has died, we can only find a suitable Han man to join us. Teach our future generations!"
The old man's death did not attract anyone's attention.
The children were even quite happy. Finally, no one forced them to recite the boring heavenly book. They all started playing in the snow with wooden knives and swords.
"Who cares if you die?"
Yang Fan looked at everything after the old man's death, with the corners of his mouth raised in a mocking smile.
Non-my family, its heart must be different!
If anything goes wrong, he will feel that he has been greatly wronged. He will not hesitate to abandon his mother's clan, abandon his family and children, and even invite foreign tribes to conquer him to vent his hatred. All the knowledge he has learned is simply learned in a dog's belly!
"How ridiculous!"
