I'm really not the carpenter emperor

"Don't underestimate the enemy. If the Ming people are like bears, we captured Shenyang City the day before yesterday."

Amin was still arrogant, he talked eloquently:

"Fan Xiucai said that facts speak louder than words!"

"Nikanwailan's death, Nalinbulu's death, and Buzhantai's fate, which one didn't die under the iron hooves of our Eight Banners army?"

"How does the Ming people compare with them? Hasn't it become the soul of the Khan's sword!"

"Our army will attack Shenyang again tomorrow. If we can't take Shenyang in one day, I will come to see you! Doesn't the Khan believe me?"

Amin is too reckless. His suggestion has always been regarded as fart by the Baylors, and Nurhachi is the same. He recalled these past events and said with a smile:

"Those people are real bears. These Ming people, even if they were bears before, will probably become tigers after today."

Amin still felt dissatisfied and was about to argue.

Huang Taiji quickly took over the conversation and said, "Khan, should we take advantage of the Ming army's celebration in the city and catch them by surprise?"

Nurhachi didn't reply in a hurry this time.

Fan Wencheng smiled wryly: "Man Gui has been in the army for many years. This man is not only brave and good at fighting, but also familiar with the art of war. He is a capable general under Xiong Tingbi's camp."

"If Sibeile wants to get it, Man Gui definitely wants to get it. If the siege city is ambushed again at this time, it will be very difficult for our army to take Shenyang again!"

Hu Erhan came over and said:

"Khan, now that the enemy is facing the enemy, it's not about talking about merits and demerits. When talking about the merits of defeating six generals in the past, let's think about how to send troops tomorrow."

"Fuyuwei's side can't wait for long."

The current group of people are all descendants of Nurhachi, and among the five ministers who joined him in the army and were good at fighting, only Hu Erhan was still alive.

The only one who can talk to Nurhachi like this is Hu Erhan.

"Yep."

Nurhachi responded and looked at the night sky. After a while, he seemed to feel something and said:

"In the past two days, the southwest wind has been blowing. During the day, the Liaoshen Plain is full of wind and sand, which makes people blind. At this time, it is not good for our army to attack the city..."

"Yes!"

Hu Erhan nodded, and continued:

"The Ming army moved to the southeast, and our army went out to the southwest to attack the city against the wind. The warriors of the Eight Banners were all blinded by the wind and sand, and their combat power was greatly reduced. The damage caused by the siege must be even greater!"

"Then ten days and a half months later, wait for the wind to pass before attacking the city with all one's strength. The Ming people are all chickens and dogs, so there is nothing to worry about!"

Amin said disapprovingly.

"Are you a stupid pig? Amin."

After hearing this, Huang Taiji gave him a contemptuous look, and said:

"Wait for ten days and a half months, the southwest wind may not disappear, it may become stronger, not to mention Fuyuwei can wait for ten days and a half months?"

"In case the reinforcements of the Ming army come from the northwest, our army will be at a disadvantage even in a field battle!"

"No, no..."

Nurhachi squatted on the ground, picked up a branch, and gestured to the strategic map of the Liaoshen Plain, saying: "The Ming army is in full swing, and the weather is not good for our army, so we can no longer attack..."

"Indeed it can't."

Fan Wencheng was thoughtful at the side. As soon as he spoke, Zhong Baylor quickly looked at him, expecting him to come up with a way to convince Nurhachi.

Talking about strategy, they are really tired of this.

As for whether this strategy will work, this is not their focus. They just want to take out the war as soon as possible. No one thinks that they will not be able to defeat the Ming army.

Any bullshit strategy is not as easy to use as your own fists.

After everyone sat down, Fan Wencheng had an idea and asked: "King Khan, Baylors, have you ever heard the story about Zhuge Liang borrowing the east wind?"

Amin became interested and hurriedly said:

"I've heard of it! Why haven't I heard of it? I love watching the Three Kingdoms the most. How can there be such a living god among the Han people!"

Fan Wencheng hummed and said:

"There are unpredictable things in the sky, but the wind and the cloud will also follow the season. It is the beginning of May. In my opinion, Zhuge Liang is just an ordinary person."

"It's not surprising that he can borrow the east wind because he is familiar with the principle of 'Dongyang Yizhisheng'."

Nurhachi could tell that this Mr. Fan had another strategy, he clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Mr. Da Jin Nengyou is no less than Liu Xuande to invite Zhuge Liang!"

"Mr. Talent!"

He said this, and Baylor had no choice but to agree. In fact, they were not very interested in this so-called strategy.

All they care about is burning, killing and looting.

3 Chapter Sixty

"Zhuge Liang is not some kind of immortal, Erbeile, he is just like you, with one nose and two eyes, but he just knows a little bit about astronomy and geography!"

Fan Wencheng stroked his beard and smiled at Amin.

After hearing this, Amin lost all admiration for Zhuge Liang in his heart, and laughed, "In this way, Zhuge Liang is just like us, a layman?"

Fan Wencheng pretended to be aloof, and waited for a while before replying sadly:

"No matter how strong Wolong is, if he doesn't meet the Ming Lord, it will be difficult to achieve great things. If I am a scholar, if I meet the Ming Lord in this life, I will definitely be able to assist the Great Khan and create a great cause!"

After all, it still came to Nurhachi's head.

He laughed happily, his eyes narrowed into a line, and said:

"Mr. Fan, don't be a fool. We are all rough people who came out of the poor mountains. We don't have much writing. For strategic matters, we have to rely on the master."

Fan Wencheng was in the Ming Dynasty before, but he was only a scholar, and he failed the entrance examination many times. Hearing Nurhachi's words made him feel very satisfied.

"It's not surprising to me that Zhuge Liang borrowed the east wind. He just judged the direction of the wind. To me, it's just a child's play."

A Min never thought highly of Fan Wencheng, but because Nurhachi had great respect for this old boy, he kept his temper and didn't scold him.

He also heard Fan Wencheng autistic Zhuge Wuhou, he also laughed and said:

"Compared to Fan Xiucai, what is Zhuge Liang?"

The word "Xiucai" that Amin used to call deeply hurt Fan Wencheng's heart, and reminded him of his underappreciated talents in the Ming court.

At this time, Huang Taiji stepped forward and covered Amin's mouth, saying:

"You let Mr. Fan finish talking about the strategy and then praise it!"

A Min took a deep breath, glanced at Huang Taiji, sulked, then let out a long sigh, and asked impatiently:

"Fan Xiucai, just tell me how you want to borrow the east wind!"

When the voice fell to the ground, Nurhachi also looked sideways, and ordered:

"Call Nikan and pour Mr. Fan a bowl of wine!"

Nurhachi watched Fan Wencheng drink the wine down his stomach. He had been depressed for the past two days, and wished that a bowl of wine could fill Hou Jin with tricks.

Fan Wencheng also knew that if he wanted to mingle with these vulgar barbarians from outside the customs, he had to do as the Romans did, drink with his head raised, and calmly pass the bowl to the beautiful Nikan who was robbed.

He took a closer look at Nikan's figure before asking:

"Erbeile, what kind of wind is blowing today?"

Amin dismissively.

"Southwest wind! Do you think I'm a fool?"

"How long have you been scraping?"

"Three days. You're talking about how you take advantage of the wind and keep asking me what to do?"

Amin and Fan Wencheng asked and answered, and after two or three sentences, they became a little impatient, and even gave him a glare after speaking.

If Nurhachi was not around, Amin might even fight this mysterious Ming Dynasty scholar.

Nurhachi laughed from above, pointed at Fan Wencheng and said:

"Mr. Fan, your slow-tempered temperament of a scholar is so gentle that Erbeile can't sit still!"

"I see, after a while, Erbeile will be bored to death by you!"

When Amin heard this, he immediately became honest.

Although he was a reckless man, he could tell that Nurhachi's jokes were actually a warning to himself not to pretend anymore.

Huang Taiji also tried to persuade A Min with kind words, and then gave Fan Wencheng a wink, telling him to tell him quickly, A Min is not a patient guy.

Fan Wencheng still looked at everyone slowly, and said:

"There is an old saying in the Han family that the north wind cannot be bullied by the south wind. I think the wind is calm tonight. If there is no accident, the wind direction will be reversed tomorrow."

"After the southwest wind passes, there will definitely be a south wind. I watch the sky at night. The south wind tomorrow will be strong..."

"It's over if you don't say it a long time ago, it's just a matter of one sentence!"

After Amin finished speaking, she stood up and was about to leave.

He murmured to himself, this fucking old scholar who read books can give you ten or twenty sentences in one sentence.

Sooner or later, Ben Baylor will kill Fan Xiucai!

"south wind……"

Nurhachi stood up, muttering.

The Eight Banners Army's combat effectiveness is very strong. If the Ming army can be lured out of the city, it will be a massacre. A large number of siege equipment was lost in the last siege.

It's too late to rebuild or wait for a new one to arrive. Fuyuwei can't delay it for long. For them, every day is very important now.

If, as Fan Wencheng said, the wind turns to the south tomorrow, it will be beneficial to them whether they attack the city or change direction and go south to Liaoyang.

Nurhachi closed his eyes, as if he was on the Liaoshen Plain, his Dajin Eight-Banner cavalry was accompanied by the wind and sand, rushed into the Ming army camp, slashing wildly.

His King Khan's appearance also made all the Baylors of the Houjin silent. Indeed, they came here with all their might, and they must not lose this battle.

The Ming Dynasty could lose ten times or twenty times, but they couldn't afford to lose even one time.

Seeing that Nurhachi didn't speak, Fan Wencheng figured out what he meant in an instant, so he was the first to go out and persuaded:

"Khan, why don't you abandon Shenyang? On the one hand, set up a defense line to block Zhu Xieyuan's reinforcements, and on the other hand attack Liaoyang with all your strength."

Nurhachi's expression moved slightly, his eyes indifferent.

He looked in the direction of Liaoyang for a while, but he didn't reply, he took all the Baylors back to the military tent, and waited until everyone had arrived before saying:

"Tomorrow morning, when the south wind blows, set up camp and go down with the wind, and wait for the wind and sand to roll up, take Liaoyang with all your strength!"

"Amin, Ben Khan ordered you to be the vanguard!"

Fan Wencheng shouted loudly:

"Kundulun Khan Shengming, long live long live long live!"

All Baylor followed in unison, Amin was especially excited.

That night, Nurhachi went to Fan Wencheng's small tent lightly while everyone was returning to their tents to rest, and found that the tent was brightly lit from a distance, so he said leisurely at the door:

"Mister knows me."

Fan Wencheng got up and welcomed Nurhachi in, and said with a smile:

"King Khan came here to borrow the south wind?"

But Nurhachi didn't enter. He leaned outside the tent, staring at the full moon and the surrounding stars in a daze, and asked again and again:

"Sir, can that wind really be borrowed?"

Fan Wencheng also went out of the tent, looked up at the extremely beautiful night sky, pointed at the moon, and said with a smile:

"The moon halos and the wind, everything is certain."

"Don't worry about the Khan, I am willing to guarantee my life. The south wind that blows tomorrow will definitely help my Dajin win."

Nurhachi nodded gratefully.

"Mr. Benhande, fortunately!"