Beiyang new warlord

If he felt something, Huang Taiji suddenly turned around, but Hong Chengchou lowered his head earlier.

The wars of this era seem to be so boring, digging ditches, fighting for aid, the battle of Kaiyuan is exactly the same as the battle of Jinzhou, the only thing that Hong Taiji is different from Hong Chengchou is that he has a vacillating backhand outside.

In the upper reaches of the Liaohe River, in the camp of the Mongolian Allied Forces, there was another quarrel in the yurt.

"Grazing until May, when the cattle and sheep are fattened, immediately send troops to the east!"

"No, send troops immediately! There are plenty of food supplies in Ula City, Jilin, enough to feed you for three or four years!"

"What if it doesn't work out?"

"How dare you doubt the emperor!"

Here Wenbu Chuhuer finally lowered his head slightly, waved his hands repeatedly and vetoed: "I dare not!"

However, in terms of standpoint, this descendant of King Tumot Shunyi still did not waver at all, and still shook his head steadfastly.

"But if we can't fight, our department will have another famine this year! Now that we are forcing the expedition, the soldiers are also worried that their families won't be able to fight! If we fight like this, we won't be able to win! Please Lord Belle give us grace until May!"

"It's really not possible, Lord Baylor, let's bring some food first! Anyway, the Qing Dynasty is strong, and the emperor is rich all over the world. Let the soldiers fill their stomachs first, and when the time comes to defeat Jilin Ula, it will be fine to return the food!"

It was Zaisang who pretended to be a good old man and mediated. Of course, the two of them alone were not easy to do. Even if Ezhe took control of the Chahar Central Wanhu, many Mongolian nobles and Taiji nodded straightly. , said tut-tsk underneath, this scene has happened so many times in the past half a month, even Jierhalang's face was ashen with anger.

But at this time, all the troops were dragged into the Liaodong side wall. To this group of prairie wolves, all Jierhalang could do was verbally threaten them.

"Just wait, the emperor will definitely ask about this matter!"

"Please take care of Baylor too!"

Bringing the mud bodhisattva Ezhe and Hu Erhan who had also become decorations out of the tent again, and then raised his head, the sneer on the faces of Zaisang and Wenbu Chuhuer became more and more intense, and the weakness of the Qing Dynasty was gradually revealed In the eyes of the prairie wolf.

When he returned to his camp, Wenbu Chuhuer's footsteps were a little bit erratic. The one end complained about the shortage of food, but the other end just entered the house, but he directly ordered another whole sheep to be roasted, and it would be served in broad daylight. After drinking, he also invited some beauties to drink and have fun.

The once lofty master of the Qing Dynasty has now lost its brilliance, and the dream of King Tumet Shunyi, who once dominated Mongolia, has been rekindled. Even Umbu Chuhuer doesn't want to sit on the side of the Liao River and watch the tigers fight. He wanted to rush back to Tumochuan immediately, and take the opportunity to remove those nails that Huang Taiji had left on the grassland. When the rest of the Mongolian Taiji returned, his Tumote department could take the lead in preparing for war.

Now that the Chahar tribe has fallen, maybe the next Mongolian Great Khan will be Umbu Chuhuer!

"Father!"

The more he thought about it, the more beautiful he became. Just when he was having a good time, a brisk voice came from outside. Following the voice, a young Mongolian man with a yin and yang head and a money rat tail like a Jurchen, but wearing a long Mongolian robe, who looked irrelevant, hurried. walked in.

The good mood was slightly interrupted by the arrival of this young man. Among the dozen or so sons of Umbu Chuhuer, the one in front of him was the one he disliked the most. He was born with a slave girl on a whim. Tumed Taiji frowned and scolded.

"Hattajin, what are you doing here?"

"Father, my son was drinking with Zhahaleng at the end of Suniha, and happened to see the Han man under Hu Erhan enter Zaisang's tent!"

"Is there such a thing?"

Seeing that Song Xiance went there together, Sunit and Tumot were considered allies during the boycott of the Qing Dynasty, and the attitude of Zaisang, an old fox, was also very important. If he secretly reached an agreement with Shengjing, he didn't know it. Maybe people were being used as knives. In a hurry, the tall and strong Tumo Teji simply pushed away the beauty beside him, stood up suddenly, and yelled sharply and hurriedly.

"What have you heard, tell me one by one Bentaiji!"

Looking at Umbu Chuhuer's slightly swaying legs and feet under the influence of alcohol, a cruel look slowly emerged from the corner of Hatagin's eyes.

"Father, I heard that Lord Baylor wants you to go to hell!!!"

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Chapter 495. Change

The coalition army camp by the Liao River has been debated countless times, and the atmosphere in Hu Erhan's tent, the Minister of Lifan Academy, has changed again.

The tongue of fire licked on the crispy, tender and crispy skin of the roasted lamb, and the fat dripped into the fire alluringly, and the hot flames sizzled, but those Taijis below didn't care about this bit of tongue desire at all. Now, all their thoughts are on the case of the top Ezhe.

As always, the sheep's head was cut off and placed on a silver plate, and presented to the descendants of the Golden Family, but on the silver plate next to the sheep's head, there were several other silver plates, all containing human heads!

Umbu Chukul's bearded head was next to the sheep's head, with a drunken and unbelievable expression on his face.But everyone knew that Umbu Chuhuer's most hated son Hatakin sat beside Hu Erhan swaggeringly.

Zaisang from the Sunite Department also disappeared in this tent.

The turmoil last night lasted for half the night, and most of them were screaming and killing. In just one night, the sky in Mongolia changed again.

For such big clan chiefs as Zaisang and Umbu Chuhuer, Taiji, this life-and-death battle between the Ming and Qing Dynasties is an unprecedented opportunity for them to re-emerge and dominate the grassland, but the power of the tribe is not only accumulated in their hands, The influence of the Qing Dynasty was not limited to them.For an unfavored son like Ha Tajin, most of his destination is to serve as an officer of the Eight Banners in Shengjing. Ha Tajin has entered Shengjing four times, and followed Huang Taiji to Zhengming twice. It can be said that this directly subordinate Huang Taiji is kinder than his father, and with his meritorious service, he also has a certain influence in the Tumote Department.

Now, Jierhalang puts before him the chance to inherit Tumotetaiji, which he had dreamed of before. Compared with the huge power, what is killing his father?

Influence is also a kind of strength, just like Liu Bei, with an empty mouth, it was unlucky to go to that house, and he mixed up the Shu Han with his empty teeth.Now the Qing Dynasty did not spend a single soldier. Just relying on writing a bad check, it gathered a large number of unsuccessful people and took back the real power of the coalition forces!

Of course, this is not without consequences. This action is tantamount to breaking the rules and interfering with the succession of the tribal Taiji. People are centrifugal, but these are nothing compared to the rise and fall of the Qing Dynasty. After defeating Dongjiang and allowing the Qing Dynasty to survive, even if Mongolia is lost, it will be enough to fight again.

Satisfied with the fearful expressions of those Taiji nobles who have been aggrieved for so many days, even Jierhalang, who is not very powerful, still feels a little drunk, he stroked his beard and looked at it for a few days. After a few minutes, he cleared his throat and yelled dully.

"Wenbu Chuhuer, Kakelin and other thieves have colluded with Dongjiang and have been executed! Sunit Zaisang led his troops to flee! For my Qing traitor! His Highness Ezhe has sent people to chase him down, and his head will be taken soon Come and pay!"

"The emperor of the Qing Dynasty ordered that all the ministries immediately pull out their camps and march towards Ula City in Jilin. Are there any objections?"

objection?The heads that dare to speak are already placed next to the heads of sheep, who would dare to prick?In panic, these Taiji all slammed their heads on the ground.

"Slave, obey the order!"

The yurts that had just been built were all dismantled, and after a few days of gnawing on the grass, the flocks of sheep that had grown a little fat were also circled in the helpless chant of the shepherds, and drove them eastward, turning them into grasslands again. Huge clouds above, sheep's hooves, horses' hooves, millions of hooves knocked on the ground, shaking like thunder.

In fact, whether it was the battle of Songjin or the previous entry of the Qing army into the customs, Daming had another way to deal with it. Gather cavalry, not many, just [-], abandon the Guan Ningjin line of defense, and go straight to Shenyang, the capital of Shengjing. Compared with these savages who built slaves and killed people! You don’t even need to take down Shengjing City, and even [-] cavalry can be folded in the territory of the Qing Dynasty. Once or twice like this, the Qing Dynasty will also be seriously injured, and at least their arrogance will be destroyed. When Huang Taiji sends troops to Shengjing again, he must weigh it carefully.

It's better than 13 troops going out of Songshan, and the whole army is wiped out.

But Daming didn't have such ruthlessness, Huang Taiji did!

Holding this information, Fan Wencheng stumbled and ran into the tent in ecstasy. Within a moment, amidst the sound of fierce drums, most of the generals of the Qing army were summoned.

What was discussed at the meeting, except for the participants, no one knows, even Hong Chengchou, Zu Dashou and other newcomers were excluded.

However, after this meeting, for two consecutive days, the Qing army camp remained calm as usual, quietly confronting Dongjiang behind Kaiyuan City.

April eighteenth.

The spring rain, which is as expensive as oil, is pattering down, and spring thunder can be heard from time to time. In this heavy rain, the bows and arrows of the Qing army and the firearms of the Ming army are abolished at the same time. It is a good day for fighting. This ability also made the generals of the Qing army terrified, but at least it can be fair

In the camp, Hong Chengchou couldn't help listening to the sound of rain outside the window worriedly, his intestines turned green with regret. What he said was his current situation, risking his family being killed, he didn't hold on to his integrity and surrendered to the Qing army, but after a turn Head, as if God had made a big joke with him, the Qing Dynasty, which was so powerful and invincible, collapsed half like tofu dregs in a blink of an eye.

What should he do?It's shameful enough to be a second minister, why don't you go to be a second minister?

Even if he died of starvation in Shengjing City, it would not be as strong as the situation in front of him.

Moreover, something more direct happened that worried him. He was regarded as his troubled brother. Zu Dashou, the governor of Jinzhou, came to look for him the day before yesterday. An emergency order was issued, and Zu Dashou was ordered to go straight to the Six Forts of Kuandian, and from there to attack Dongjiang's mainland to force Dongjiang to retreat.