Chapter 76

"Discuss! Discuss for us!"

"If you can't discuss it out, none of us are leaving the palace!"

72, Huang Taiji: Do the Han people intend to carry my Eight Banners sons into the Wumiao?

Zhu Yuanzhang's roar echoed throughout the palace.

Fu Youde and the others looked at each other in silence.

Why don't you, old Zhu, just say you want to confine us in the palace?

Is this a situation any ordinary person could break?

You just brought out Lan Yu.

Don't even mention Lan Yu; even if Lord Guan were here, he would still be at a loss!

Marquis of Dingyuan, Wang Bi, looked down helplessly at Fu Youde and asked,

"Old brother, I fear Your Majesty is just finding an excuse to kill us brothers."

Fu Youde lowered his voice with a gloomy face,

"Say less. Do you think Your Majesty cannot hear?"

"Just try to bluff him; he wouldn't really fight like this!"

Wang Bi said with a mournful face,

"I want to bluff too, but our Emperor is not someone ignorant of war; there is simply no way to bluff past this!"

Fu Youde: "..."

The second generation of founding generals of Great Ming stood there, eye to eye, wearing down Zhu Yuanzhang in the Qianqing Palace.

Meanwhile, at the other end, the movement of 250,000 troops.

Naturally could not be hidden from Huang Taiji's eyes.

The moment Lan Yu's Imperial Guard stepped out of Shanhai Pass,

intelligence from all regions immediately surged toward Shengjing like snowflakes.

After the battle at Dalinghe crushed the Ming army's momentum, all the Eight Banners sons had long since regained their original confidence.

28 And Huang Taiji also played his signature move of besieging a point to attack reinforcements.

Songshan City is located southeast of Jinzhou, and at this time it was already heavily surrounded by the Qing army.

The Qing navy's warships had also blocked the Xiaolinghe waterway, completely cutting off Songshan's contact with the outside world.

In the current Liaoxi, besides Jinzhou and Songshan forming a pincer position, there were no more Ming troops.

And in the dragon tent, Huang Taiji gradually fixed his gaze on that city which all Jurchens dreamed of.

— Ningyuan City!

The place where the Qing Taizu perished!

Inside the dragon tent, all the Qing generals were also curious.

Dorgon looked at the map, utterly puzzled, and said,

"Your Majesty, have we discovered where these 250,000 men came from?"

Fan Wencheng, standing nearby, also wore an expression of shock.

"Where does Great Ming have 250,000 troops? Aren't all their elite forces thrown into Songshan?"

"Could it be Zuo Liangyu's troops from Huguang?"

"Even so, they shouldn't arrive this fast."

Let alone the Qing army.

Even the civil and military officials of Great Ming only learned the day before this force departed that it was prepared for Liaodong.

Yet Huang Taiji's face was filled with contempt.

"250,000."

"Even if it were a million troops, what then?"

"In this battle, however many Han people come, I will kill however many come!"

It is not about the number of soldiers, but their quality.

With the combat power of this Ming army,

even if even more arrive,

wouldn't they just be there to boost the Qing army's kill count?

Thinking this,

Huang Taiji could not help but laugh,

"250,000, plus the 130,000 in Songshan."

"280,000 men; Great Ming intends to use human lives to carry my Eight Banners sons into the Wumiao!"

Upon Huang Taiji speaking these words,

Dorgon, Dai Shan, Kong Youde, and others immediately understood the meaning in Huang Taiji's words.

A smile instantly appeared on their faces.

Rescue? Damn it!

The best-equipped troops of the Ming army have already been completely surrounded in Songshan.

Your equipment is better than mine; who is rescuing whom?

"Your Majesty is wise!"

Huang Taiji stared fiercely at the map before him.

Of the entire Qing's 150,000 deployable troops, besides the 30,000 besieging Songshan,

All remaining troops had already been deployed by Huang Taiji along the Liaoxi Corridor east of Ningyuan.

As long as those 250,000 Ming army dared to cross Ningyuan.

Huang Taiji was confident he could keep all 250,000 men trapped in Liaoxi!

Fan Wencheng, holding a folding fan, stood beside the sand table with keen interest and asked.

"Your Majesty, if those 250,000 come to attack, without employing some clever force, I fear it will be difficult to annihilate their entire army."

Upon hearing Fan Wencheng speak thus.

The corners of Huang Taiji's mouth immediately could not help but split open.

"Mr., you must already know that I conscripted 150,000 laborers in Shengjing?"

After the battle by the Dalinghe River, Huang Taiji and Fan Wencheng had already known.

This battle had in fact already been fought to its conclusion.

The spirit and morale of the Ming army had been broken.

The fear of the enemy among the Eight Banners' sons had also vanished completely.

What remained was merely how great a price the Eight Banners army would pay to annihilate the invading enemy.

Fan Wencheng nodded slightly and said.

"This year Jinzhou has seen much rain; the autumn flood momentum has already formed. Does Your Majesty intend to use the water to repel the enemy?"

Hearing Fan Wencheng's words.

The smile on Huang Taiji's face could no longer be concealed.

"I truly cannot hide anything from Mr.'s eyes."

Upon hearing this, Fan Wencheng nodded slightly and smiled.

"I deserve death a thousand times over."

"However, I do have another stratagem that could add a superfluous detail to Your Majesty's plan..."

Normally at this time in Liaoxi, temperatures should have plummeted, the climate should have been arid, no more rain should have fallen, and only with the melting of ice and snow next spring would a spring flood occur.

It was a pity.

This was the Chongzhen era.

Disordered climate had completely altered the course of history.

Since last month.

Liaoxi, which should have already entered the dry season, had inexplicably experienced several torrential downpours.

One autumn rain brings one chill.

Present-day Liaoxi could be said to possess both the physical attacks of the north and the magical attacks of the south.