I'm really not the carpenter emperor

At this time, Phi Island will obviously become an important factor in how the slave chieftains send troops and the scale, which all depends on the emperor's advance settings.

Up to now, the Dongjiang Army has become a "stubborn disease" that Houjin can't get rid of and can't get rid of. Every time he sends troops, Nurhachi will undoubtedly worry about his hometown being stolen.

Even, Mao Wenlong succeeded once before.

In the second year of the Apocalypse, the previously unknown Dongjiang Army suddenly came out in full force. When Nurhachi led the Eight Banners army to go out, they arrived at the city of Hetuala without anyone noticing.

After the gold soldiers found out, it was too late.

On that day, the soldiers of the Dongjiang Army retaliated against each other and retaliated against each other.

Due to the weakness of the troops, they were caught off guard again. Even the brave bannermen could not stop the advance of the Dongjiang Army.

Countless bannermen spilled blood on the old village, and the whole old village was completely destroyed. Although the left-behind ministers tried their best, they could only save one King Khan's court.

This great victory shocked the entire government and the public at the time, and it was a turnaround for the Dongjiang Army!

This is a hearty victory dedicated to their emperor by thousands of soldiers of the Dongjiang Army, and it is also a heavy blow to the enemy Houjin.

Mao Wenlong told Nurhachi with practical actions that the Dongjiang Army should not be underestimated.

They are no longer a small team that can only hide and play games like they did four years ago. They now have enough strength to launch a large-scale attack from behind.

……

In August of the fourth year of Apocalypse, North Korea, Tieshan.

On the coast in the dark night, it is quiet and cold.

A sound of rustling footsteps came from the shore, and around a dozen small boats, there were hundreds of Dongjiang Army soldiers in pitch-black armor covering their tracks.

In the ranks, there was a surviving veteran who went to the enemy's rear with Mao Wenlong. As soon as he landed, the north wind of Liaodong greeted them kindly.

The cool wind swept Can Xue, and slapped the old soldier's scarred face relentlessly.

The veteran was unmoved, and raised his hand at the bottom of the boat, even bleeding out from the abrasion.

The flesh and blood were glued to the wooden boards at the bottom of the boat. The veteran gritted his molars and pushed cruelly. As the boat sailed away into the sea, a piece of skin remained on the wooden boards at the bottom of the boat forever.

Flesh and flesh were mutilated and dripping with blood.

But he knew what it meant to go deep into the enemy's rear, and without making a sound, he grabbed the cold iron gun and followed the team into the depths of the dense forest.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, hundreds of people stumbled across a small town. Outside the town were a dozen or so slave riders wearing yellow-trimmed armor waiting.

There was steaming heat in the small town, Mao Wenlong stared at it for a while, pressed the saber on his waist, and suddenly raised his hand.

In this way, this small team that went deep into the enemy's rear was lying on the ice and snow outside the town.

About half an hour later, a recruit was shivering from the cold, unable to hold on, and fell heavily into the snow among the dense forests.

No one looked back, and no one chose to save them, even if they couldn't bear it.

The veteran's face was close to the snow, and he was not distracted by the recruit's death. Over the years, it is common for him to end up in a worse situation.

All he knew was that if he moved a little at this moment, he would fall into the snow like that recruit, unable to get up again.

At this moment, the surrounding snow suddenly trembled.

A group of cavalrymen came from a distance, all dressed in bright white iron armor, with tiger spears on their backs, and tiger-headed swords on their waists. Mao Wenlong couldn't help being overjoyed when he saw them.

Guard Bala!

Those guarded by the white-armored soldiers are generally the more important princes and nobles in the Eight Banners. It seems that the detailed information is good. This hot spring town has important people who built slaves to come over these two days.

Boosted by their spirits, everyone held their breath and continued to wait.

Not long after, the vibrating sound became louder in the distance, and Nurhachi suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

Nurhachi came to about [-] steps away from Mao Wenlong's hiding place, and was about to go in, but suddenly he waved his hand vigilantly, hundreds of Ba Yala guards stopped and scattered in all directions.

Nurha held the rein of the horse with bare hands, looked around with eagle eyes, and stared at Mao Wenlong for a long while, not knowing what he was thinking.

Not long after, a call came from among the slave riders, and all the white-armored soldiers followed the old slave into the hot spring town, leaving only three or five riders to patrol outside.

"General, what should we do?" The veteran turned his head stiffly and looked at Mao Wenlong, who was still shocked, with deep-seated hatred in his words.

"It's actually an old slave..."

Mao Wenlong now only has regrets in his heart. He thought it would be fine to catch the princes and nobles of the Eight Banners and go back and ask for credit, but he never thought...

If he had known that it was Nurhachi who had come, and had exhausted the Dongjiang army, he would have killed this old slave in Wenquan Town, so that he would not be able to return to the old village!

But not today, there are hundreds of guards around the old slave, and one can tell at a glance that these people are all the best of the elite, the most capable Bayara guards around Nurhachi.

In addition to being the most well-equipped, the guards brought today are also different from the usual Bayala guards from all banners.

Most of the guards around Nurhachi were the bravest men selected from various ministries during the Unified Jurchen War, and their combat effectiveness in the wild was not even comparable to that of Xiong Tingbi's Supervising Battalion.

Mao Wenlong knew that the hundreds of people brought out by himself would never be the opponent of the old slave in a fight. Once exposed, he would not even be able to run away.

Such a good opportunity today, is it just a waste of time?

Thinking of this, Mao Wenlong turned his head and glanced at the few recruits who had already frozen to death in the snow, and had a plan in mind.

Chapter 538

"Ming soldiers arrive!"

Nurhachi was treating his wounds in Hot Spring Town, but suddenly he heard shouts of killing around him.

Just as he was looking around, in a trance, not knowing what happened, a Ba Yala guard rushed over and said in a panic:

"Khan, Ming soldiers have arrived!"

"What did you say, can you see clearly?"

"Khan, let's go, there are guns and guns all over the sky, banners and flags are everywhere in the forest, there are shouts, if it is a little later, when the Ming soldiers arrive, they will not be able to leave!"

"Quick, follow me out to have a look!"

Nurhachi turned pale with fright and couldn't care about anything else.

He reluctantly stood up from the hot spring, put on simple armor, endured the pain of the iron sheet sticking to his skin, and galloped out on the horse.

A group of people came outside the town of Wenquan, only then did they realize that the surrounding area had been bursting with guns and guns, and in the mountains and forests in the distance, there was thunderous shouting and killing.

Nurhachi gazed into the distance, and found that the snow under the feet of the mount was trembling, and the snow on the trees in the dense forest fell from far to near, which was a harbinger of a large number of cavalry rushing over.

Thinking of the sudden appearance of the Dongjiang army in Laozhai in the second year of Tianqi, Nurhachi immediately realized that he didn't bother to curse a few more words, so he flattered his horse and left.

"Walk--!"

"Don't stay alone, go!"

After the old slave led a group of slave riders away, the surrounding momentum weakened, and a group of soldiers from the Dongjiang Army poked their heads out from the dense forest.

The veteran exhaled, okay, okay...

The gang of slave riders were taken aback by them, and they ran back without even sending out scout horses. Otherwise, it would be a disaster if they found that there was a lot of thunder and rain on their side.

"Hahaha, look at the scared old slave!" Mao Wenlong finally came out, holding a knife in one hand, looking at the hot spring town in front of him, and said bitterly:

"Is this old slave recuperating here? I'll ruin it!"

"It's all completely destroyed, and nothing is left for the old slave, especially the hot springs, so he can recuperate his wounds! Our brothers who died in battle don't have such a blessing!"

"What the general said is that this trip can't be in vain!"

As soon as they said it, hundreds of Dongjiang soldiers rushed into the hot spring town, smashing everything they saw, kicking the door when they saw it, and throwing stones, horse manure and other things at the hot spring full of medical medicine, destroying it completely.

In the end, he took all the weapons and armor left by the slave riders in Hot Spring Town, and they rolled away like a wind and clouds.

Nurhachi thought it was Mao Wenlong who led the Dongjiang army to kill him. In a panic, he didn't dare to stay any longer, and didn't check the surroundings carefully.

But after just a few miles, I felt something was wrong.

When he returned to Wenquan Town for a look, he was so angry that his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Suddenly, the old illness recurred, and he spit out a mouthful of blood and fell down in the snow.

"Mao Wenlong! Mao Wenlong!"

"You bloody thief!"

……

The hot spring town was destroyed, and after searching all over Jianzhou, he couldn't find another place where he could heal his wounds with peace of mind. As a last resort, Nurhachi had to return to Hetuala to recuperate.

These days, the princes and nobles of the Eight Banners are talking about it.

It is said that the old Khan had been recuperating in the Khan Palace for many days, and the wound was still difficult to heal for more than ten days in a row. It seems that the war against Neikalkha and Horqin in August and September this year will also be shelved.

At the end of the same month, nearly [-] days after Nurhaci returned to Hetuala, he finally sent out the first news. For nothing else, he called Daishan and the princes and nobles to the Khan Palace to discuss important matters.

Daishan and the princes of the Eight Banners, Baylor, gathered in the hall outside the Khan Palace, hoping that Nurhachi could determine the successor of the Great Khan as soon as possible.

Although he didn't say anything, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the old Khan's old illness might not be so easy to pass this time.

For a while, Hou Jin formed cliques for the succession, and fought openly and secretly again.

In the past [-] days since he came back, the sore on Nurhachi's back has been difficult to heal. He searched all over the country and called many doctors to see it many times, and there are different opinions.

Some said it was an old disease and a malignant sore, which needed to be washed in the hot spring town, and then applied externally and used internally to slowly remove it, while others said it was just an ordinary sore, and they prescribed several medicines.

Nurhachi took this medicine for more than ten days with the mentality of trying it out. Not only did the sore not go away, but it became bigger and bigger, and the whole spine became red and swollen.

Therefore, Dr. Yunyou, who prescribed these prescriptions, was caught and chopped up by some grumpy Baylors, and his head is still hanging on the gate of Hetuala.

It was bloody, and it was still bleeding a few days ago, which made people panic when they looked at it.

But at this time, the sore took a turn for the better. One day, Nurhachi felt that the pain was no longer so painful. He was not happy for a long time, but the next day it changed to severe itching.

This itch hit his heart.

Nurhachi couldn't bear it anymore, he scratched every day and at night, and finally got scratched when he fell asleep drowsily.

This kind of change frightened the servants who were waiting around, and they quickly took small bowls to continue. According to the concubine Abahai, they took three small bowls of pus and blood.

After the sore broke, Nurhachi felt relaxed and his spirit was much better than before, but he suffered from lethargy.

He slept for several days in a row, as if he couldn't wake up.

All these problems that the old Khan appeared recently have affected the hearts of the entire Houjin tribe.

Nurhachi's concubine, Abahai, stayed with her day and night, for fear that if she closed her eyes, the old King Khan who loved her the most would just leave.

No one expected that the old Khan, who had come back from his expedition to Naikalka just a month ago, could whip and leap horses, and shoot and hunt himself, would deteriorate so quickly.

Nurhachi has been in good spirits recently, but no one knows if this is the so-called "return to the light". If one accidentally disappears and the successor has not been determined, Dajin will be in chaos.

In the past few days, Daishan and a group of Baylors from the Two Yellow Banners were anxious like ants on a hot pot, running around every day.

In the hall, the Baylors discussed for a while, and when they saw the imperial physician coming out, they hurried up and gathered around the imperial physician, asking each other one sentence at a time.

"Tell me, what happened to the sweat?"

"That's right, whether the illness of Da Khan can be cured, Neikalkha can't fight anymore, Horqin's Obateji is still waiting for Daikin's cavalry!"

Nurhachi's imperial physician was a Han Chinese, and he was used to being a slave, and he knew that he couldn't afford to offend any of these people present, so he had no choice but to comfort him.

"As long as the sore heals, the disease will pass... Baylors, don't worry too much..."

Looking at the back of the imperial doctor leaving as if fleeing, Dai Shan felt inexplicably that this matter might not be that simple, he exchanged glances with Yue Tuo, and the latter stood up and said:

"Since that's the case, don't worry about it, everyone. Go back and rectify your troops. Maybe you'll be sweating profusely in a few days!"

Just like that, a group of unidentified Baylors went home without even seeing Nurhachi's face.

These days, Abahai stood guard in front of Nurhachi's couch day and night, not even daring to close his eyes.

No matter how tiring or dirty she dared to hand over to her slaves, even when Nurhachi was seriously ill, Abahai did all the excrement and urine.

The rest of Nurhachi's Fujins came to look for her several times, saying they wanted to take turns keeping vigil with her, but Abahai only had the old Khan in his heart, and would rather die than leave the dormitory.

Later, Nurhachi woke up drowsy once, and gave weak orders as long as Abahai stayed in front of the bed.

Most of the rest of the Fujins were the products of political marriages when the Jurchens were unified. Nurhachi only favored Abahai on weekdays, and they were even less interested in this bad old man, just pretending.

Since Nurhachi said so, the Fujins also have their own thoughts, so they naturally gave up.

Chapter 539 I'm leaving

Huang Taiji tossed and turned day and night in the mansion. The changes in the old Khan's body made him very tense these days.

Therefore, Fan Wencheng stayed in Huangtaiji's mansion day and night, offering advice at any time.