Hundreds of households in Liaodong, covering the light with one hand

Chapter 246 Jianzhou was destroyed and the King of Liao was resurrected

The breeze blows gently, the bonfire is blown gently, and the bright yellow flames flicker.

Wang Qi looked at the trembling little Dorgon with a half-smile but not a smile: "Your name is Dorgon?"

"Reply to your lord, Aixinjueluo Dorgon," Dorgon's face turned pale. He didn't know if the sound coming from his ears was the vibration of his heart, or the sound of the raging fire in Shenyang City in the distance, which was constantly collapsing. of palaces and pavilions.

Dorgon had heard about the reputation for a long time but had never seen him. Now Dorgon finally met Wang Qi, who was famous in Liaodong. Prince Rui, whose country and family were ruined and whose spirit was on the verge of collapse, was now facing Wang Qi at such a close distance. Where could he find it? Can you still say a complete sentence?

"Don't be afraid, major national affairs have nothing to do with children, and I am not a murderous person," Wang Qi said with a warm face, as if chatting with the children next door.

If it weren't for the three general soldiers standing tall and tall in blood-soaked armor, Dorgon would have believed Wang Qi's lies.

At this moment, Dorgon looked a little dull. After listening to Wang Qi's words, he licked his lips. He seemed to want to say something, but because he was nervous, he couldn't say anything. Sweat dripped from his nose, making him wet. The grass in front of his knees.

"Shou Xin," Wang Qi turned around and waved, and said to Wang Shouxin who was standing at the side holding a knife: "Take the child to wash his face and hand it over to his tribe. We will deal with it together when the time comes."

It seems that Wang Qi has no interest in Dorgon, the so-called usurper of power as regent in later generations.

After all, Jianzhou was destroyed at the hands of Wang Qi, and Huang Taiji and Nurhachi were both captured and killed by him. Is there anything worthy of attention about Dorgon?

"I understand," Wang Shouxin accepted the order, stepped forward, stretched out his hand to pick up Dorgon by his collar.

At this moment, Dorgon was so out of his wits that his whole body was shaking like chaff.

Having learned Chinese since he was a child, Dorgon naturally understood what Wang Qi meant.

Processed.
  This is to kill himself and all the remaining Jianzhou tribesmen!

"Sir, if you can spare the lives of my people, Dorgon will be your slave from now on." Dorgon suppressed his fear and flinch. After speaking, regardless of whether Wang Qi agreed or not, he grabbed the ground with his head. He kowtowed heavily to Wang Qi: "Dorgon, my slave, pays homage to your lord!"

The loudness of his voice and the sadness of his tone were heartbreaking to hear.

Within a few breaths, Dorgon's forehead was already covered in blood.

What does it mean?
  Wang Qi squinted his eyes and looked at Dorgon: How can this young prince of Jianzhou, who has not yet grown up, have such a character?
  Are you taking steps back to make progress? Or do you really want to make yourself a slave in exchange for the lives of the rest of the clan?

However, does Dorgon take himself too seriously?

Wang Qi grinned, suddenly remembering something, and said with a smile: "I like to kill people in my dreams. If you are a slave, you may not survive one night."

Can't survive the night?
  But Dorgon felt that if he didn't kneel down and beg Wang Qi now, he might not survive today.

The warm sun in Liaodong has already risen, but looking up at Wang Qi with his back to the sun, the shadow of that condescending look fell on Dorgon, just blocking the sun and making him tremble.

"Want to live?" After a long while, Wang Qi finally spoke.

"Think!" Dorgon said firmly.

To live, there is hope!
  "Give you a chance," Wang Qi reached out and patted Dorgon's head, wiping away the blood and dirt.

"Sir, please speak!" Dorgon opened his eyes wide, waiting for Wang Qi's final trial.

"I want you to summon all the remaining Jianzhou Jurchens in the name of the Aisin Gioro royal family and gather in Hetuala to plan big things!" Wang Qi knelt down and looked at Dorgon with a smile on his face.

The young Dorgon looked at Wang Qi so closely, and when their eyes met, the murderous intent in their eyes could not be concealed no matter what.

thump! ! !
  Dorgon's legs softened and he fell to the ground, cold sweat breaking out on his temples.

From Wang Qi's eyes, Dorgon only saw three words: The clan was destroyed.

"You, you are a devil!" Dorgon seemed to be frightened. He was shaking all over. Sweat and blood stains were mixed on his forehead and flowed down his face. The little prince who was calm at first was now as bloody as crazy. .

Slowly standing up, Wang Qi's eyes were extremely cold: "Cao Wenzhao."

"My subordinates are here!" General Cao had been waiting for Wang Qi's order for a long time. As soon as he spoke, he bowed and stood up.

"Leave it to you, maybe it will be useful in the battle with Hetuala," Wang Qi said without saying more, turned around and left.

"Oh, by the way," Wang Qi seemed to have remembered something. He paused and turned around to point his finger at Dorgon, who was still trembling. "Remember to deal with it after you use it." "Yes!" Cao Wenzhao lowered his voice. He turned his head, glanced at Dorgon with his peripheral vision, and then looked back expressionlessly.

War is never gentle, courteous and thrifty.

There is not much difference between the death of one person and the death of a hundred people.

But there is a huge difference in exchanging one person's life for peace in Liaodong for decades to come.

In Wang Qi's heart, let alone the stranger Dorgon, even if Qin Erbao, Lu Xiangsheng, and Cao Wenzhao all died in this battle, it would still be worthwhile.

At a young age, Prince Rui could already foresee his own ending.

Born as a Jurchen, if given ten years, he might be able to change the situation of this war, but now, there is no room for recovery.

Sitting paralyzed on the ground, Dorgon resignedly waited for the verdict of fate.

woo woo woo woo! ! !

Drums sounded in the distance.

The black smoke and murderous shouts at the top of Shenyang City disappeared at some point.

Before the warm sun rose, the sky was gray, but now when I looked at it, it was already extremely blue.

At the top of Shenyang City, the dragon flag representing the Ming Dynasty was raised again.

Everything is over and everything has to start again.

At noon, the central gate of Shenyang City opened wide.

Wang Qi rode the horse in front, and the three general soldiers followed. Liaodong guerrillas and garrison troops, Qian General, lined up in order to enter the city.

The entire city of Shenyang was filled with battles and shouts.

"Long live Duke Lang!!!"

"Long live Lord Baihu!!"

"Long live the Liaodong Army!!"

I don’t know since when, the Liaodong Army has become the name of Wang Qi’s troops.

The horse was stationed on the street, and Wang Qi looked around at the army: This is the confidence to be proud of the world and the qualification to embark on great achievements in this world.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it. In an instant, tens of thousands of soldiers on the scene fell silent.

"In this battle, the Jianzhou clan was destroyed," Wang Qi said slowly: "From now on, there will no longer be the name of Jianzhou in Liaodong! You are all heroes of the Ming Dynasty!"

As soon as Wang Qi finished speaking, a shout came from nowhere: "The name of Duke Lang is our flag of Liaodong! Jianzhou is destroyed, and the king of Liao will be crowned!"

"Jianzhou was destroyed, and the King of Liao was resurrected!"

"Jianzhou was destroyed, and the King of Liao was resurrected!"

"Jianzhou was destroyed, and the King of Liao was resurrected!"

In an instant, the whole city of Shenyang was filled with shouts.

King of Liao?

Wang Qi's eyes flashed and he glanced at Wang Shouxin before reaching out again to suppress everyone's cries.

On the other side, Wang Shouxin had turned around and left, disappearing into the crowd on the east side.

(End of this chapter)