The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

Chapter 122 Heaven and Earth Have Righteousness

Liu Zhaosun rode his horse past the two yellow flag formations and slashed at a defeated bannerman with his sword.

The head of the bannerman flew high into the sky, the warhorse and the headless corpse crossed each other, and a drop of blood splashed on Liu Zhaosun's cheek.

The rumbling sound of horse hooves drowned out the Jiannu's cries of collapse. The charging cavalrymen were unaware that the two yellow flags behind them had been pierced by the soldiers.

Liu Zhaosun raised his goose-feather knife and pointed it at the Jiannu scouts charging in front of him:
"Kill them all! Charge!"

The sound of dense musketry rang out from the cavalry formation, and four Red Banner cavalrymen fell off their horses.

Seeing the powerful firearms of the Ming army, the remaining riders turned around and reported to the flag leader.

The cavalry arrived one after another from behind. Liu Zhaosun looked around and saw that the cavalry battalion suffered heavy casualties after rushing past the two yellow flags.

There were only 400 cavalrymen left. After a brief reorganization, the Kaiyuan cavalry continued their fierce attack on the two red flags.

Behind the two red flag formations, the Bayala who were besieging the Zhejiang chariot camp finally noticed something unusual behind them and turned around to counterattack the Kaiyuan cavalry who were trying to stab them in the back.

Each Niulu Ezhen hurriedly mobilized his own cavalry and turned around to attack the Kaiyuan cavalry that was rapidly approaching the formation.

"We can't let them connect with the chariot camp. Shoot!"

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The dilapidated Zhejiang Bingcha Camp looked like a leaf eaten by soldier ants, with jagged gaps on many edges.

At these jagged gaps, the Later Jin soldiers who had broken into the chariot camp wielded their axes and heavy swords, killing the injured Zhejiang soldiers who had fallen. The Zhejiang soldiers from the adjacent lines quickly joined in, killing the enemy with spears, halberds, and maces. The Zhejiang soldiers who left the shield formation were immediately pelted with heavy Jiannu arrows from a dozen steps away. After the rain of arrows, a dozen more Later Jin armored soldiers rushed into the formation.

The two sides fought to the death on the weak front.

The Zhejiang soldiers in the chariot camp had already run out of gunpowder and all the arrows in their hands had been shot. Without the support of long-range weapons, they could only exchange their lives in this way. The flintlock soldiers and artillerymen had already picked up their swords and spears to replace the fallen spearmen in front.

The Zhejiang soldiers and the Later Jin soldiers fought desperately with spears, halberds, and axes, exchanging deaths to the death.

The two Red Flag Bayalas were already blood-thirsty and charged into the Zhejiang Army Chariot Camp's defense line regardless of casualties.

Under their charge, the neat line of spearmen on the opposite side was incomplete. Bayala, who broke into the chariot camp, wielded a heavy axe and skillfully killed the surrounding Ming troops. Without the suppression of the mandarin duck formation, the Jiannu's heavy axes and long swords were incredibly lethal in this melee, and the remaining Zhejiang soldiers in the chariot camp disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lin Yu, the long-blade player, held the long shield tightly, his mind blank. Taking advantage of the gap when the spearmen behind him charged, he looked back at the bodies lying at his feet. His brothers were lying here.

The neck of Wang San'er, the fire musketeer, was chopped off, and the halberd-wielding man who stole fried noodles had his forehead smashed by Tieguduo.

The youngest sword and shield soldier was shot into a hedgehog by a heavy arrow.

Everyone was dying, and the living were like evil spirits crawling out of hell.

Lin Yu wiped his bloody face and crawled out from among his teammates' bodies. The only thing on his body that proved he was alive was his eyes.

Outside the camp, dense conch shell sounds were heard. The Jiannu's attack drums were like death spells. Lin Yu couldn't remember how many times the Tartars had attacked.

"kill!"

A dozen steps to the left, the lame captain of the Zhejiang army flag was still growling, his voice very weak.

No one mentioned reinforcements anymore, but where were their reinforcements?

Where are the Liao soldiers that the military officials promised so solemnly?
Where are the Shandong troops? Where are the Jizhen troops? Where are the Xuanda troops?
There are also the chieftain soldiers of Sichuan, Guizhou, Huguang and other places that have been mentioned countless times. Except for the Shizhu White Spear Soldiers at the north gate that have been completely wiped out, where are the other dozen or so chieftain soldiers now?
The sound of drums and gongs stopped. The powerful Kaiyuan army that had once defeated the Later Jin army was about to be destroyed.

Qi Jin looked towards the slope of the north gate with a sad face. Under his watch, four bare-chested Jin drummers who were beating the drums were shot to death by the Jiannu arrows.

The majestic sound of golden drums came to an abrupt end.

General Xuanwu led the remaining soldiers into a tight siege by the two yellow flags.

Two red flags rang out outside the Zhejiang Army's chariot camp, signaling a general attack. Thousands of Zhenyi armored soldiers, regardless of casualties, charged towards the chariot camp's defense line, and the precarious spearman line was immediately torn into dozens of cracks.

The Zhejiang troops are about to collapse.

Qi Jin roared:
"The Qi family army has fought a hundred battles and never been defeated, but today they are completely annihilated here! How sad! How painful!"

After saying this, he was about to take the last few guards with him and charge into the enemy camp.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a red figure appear on the Tupo Jingu.

Qi Jin paused and looked over there.

Jin Yuji's sad and beautiful back appeared in the sight of the three thousand Zhejiang soldiers.

Qi Jin's eyes flushed red as he drew his sword and said with a sad tone:

"Hunhe drumming, what a remarkable woman!"

"How dare a woman do this! How dare the men of our Han family live in disgrace! My fellow soldiers of the Qi Family Army, be men and follow me into battle! We will fight to the death in Hunhe today and will never surrender!"

"I will not surrender until I die!"

"I will not surrender until I die!"

The passionate and sad music of Qin Wang's defeat was heard on the Hunhe battlefield.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

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Daishan stood alone under the banner of the Red Banner, while his goshaha were thrown into the battle to besiege Cheying.

The Zhejiang troops were about to be defeated, but Daishan showed no joy at all. He now regretted more and more coming to the East Gate to tackle this tough problem.

After this battle, the two Red Banners would lose over 8,000 soldiers, with only 5,000 warriors left alive. The two Red Banners combined would be weaker than the Bordered Blue Banner. The remaining troops would most likely be incorporated into other banners, and Daishan's tenure as a Beile of the Two Red Banners would come to an end.

Daishan regretted not sending the Bordered White Banner or the Plain Blue Banner to fight the Zhejiang soldiers, but went to the East Gate to deal with Mao Wenlong himself.

However, there is no way to withdraw now. If I don't defeat the Zhejiang soldiers in Cheying, the casualties of the past two days will be meaningless, and the Khan will not let me go.

Thinking of the gradually going crazy Khan of the Later Jin Dynasty, Daishan felt a tingling sensation on his scalp. That was something more difficult to deal with than the Zhejiang soldiers in front of him.

After more than ten years of bloody and cruel power struggles, Daishan no longer had any feelings for his cold-blooded and cruel father. He heard that the Khan had just killed Dudu, who fought ineffectively, and he wondered if he would kill him next.

Just as the Great Beile shook his head and sighed, one of his Goshiha rushed to the side of the flag owner on horseback and dismounted.

Daishan's worry turned into joy, and he asked anxiously:

"Has the chariot camp been breached?"

Goshha cried:
"Master! Kaiyuan Nikan broke through the two yellow flags' formation and is coming towards our two red flags!"

Daishan's eyes were filled with fear.

"Even the Khan's two yellow flags couldn't stop Liu Zhaosun..."

The Zhejiang chariot camp was on the verge of collapse, and both sides were at the end of their strength. Now the Kaiyuan army was attacking from behind, and he knew that it would be difficult for the two red flags to hold on.

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A dense rain of arrows poured down, and the dense riders around him became sparser.

The Kaiyuan cavalry quickly approached the two oncoming Red Flag cavalry. They were not numerous, only about five or six hundred people.

After the Kaiyuan cavalry fired two rounds of flintlock rifles, they began to shoot at the Jiannu with horse bows.

The cavalry on both sides fell from their horses like leaves. In comparison, the Kaiyuan cavalry formation was more orderly and its firepower was stronger, especially the flintlock rifles and stone mines, which caused heavy casualties to the Jiannu cavalry.

As the charging cavalry of the two yellow flags arrived one after another, the number of cavalry participating in the charge increased.

When the distance between them was about ten steps, both sides threw out a wave of flying axes and iron bones.

Then came the appearance of spears, halberds and maces.

More than two hundred sharp spears and halberds plowed through the Jiannu cavalry line. The Kaiyuan Cavalry Battalion charged regardless of casualties and once again tore through the two Red Flag cavalry lines. Faced with these enemies who were willing to risk their lives and fight to the death, the first Jiannu cavalry turned around and fled soon appeared on the battlefield.

After someone took the lead, the remaining cavalry rode their horses to the two wings, and some Niulu Ezhen ran around to gather the scattered riders.

These Later Jin generals who tried to organize a counterattack were hit hard by the flintlock soldiers and were soon riddled with bullets from the dense fire of the muskets.

The two Red Flag cavalrymen around them could no longer bear it, screamed, and fled in all directions.

The two red flags have tried their best to deal with the Zhejiang chariot battalion.

After three days of bloody fighting, Daishan suffered nearly 10,000 casualties.

The remaining armored soldiers continued to fight only by relying on their numerical advantage.

Niulu Ezhen encouraged the armored soldiers and bannermen, telling them that the two yellow flags would come to their aid soon.

Reinforcements did arrive, but they were not from the Later Jin army.

The sudden appearance of the Kaiyuan cavalry finally completely defeated the morale of the armored soldiers on the front line of Cheying.

Even a fool would know that the sudden appearance of the Ming army behind him meant that the two yellow flag lines of the most elite Later Jin had been broken through by Liu Zhaosun.

In the blink of an eye, the two red flags turned from hunters to prey, and were caught in a pincer attack from the Kaiyuan and Zhejiang troops.

"The Kaiyuan Army has broken through!"

Qi Jin looked excitedly at the cavalry that was charging fiercely and ordered each battalion to launch a counterattack.

There was a dense sound of suona from the chariot camp. More than half of the soldiers of the two red flags were killed or wounded. Like the Zhejiang soldiers, they had reached the final critical moment.

Daishan did not wait for reinforcements, but was stabbed in the back by the Kaiyuan army.

The two red-flag armored soldiers who had already entered the chariot camp heard the cries of the troops coming from the large formation behind them and also screamed. Some bannermen took the opportunity to shout in Jurchen language, "The army is defeated, the army is defeated."

Amid the passionate sound of drums and gongs, the remaining Zhejiang soldiers and the Kaiyuan Cavalry Battalion attacked from the north and south, launching a final fierce attack on the two red flags, which were at the end of their strength.

The two red flags completely collapsed.

Daishan looked dazed and stood motionless under the big banner. He had not rested for two days and one night and was extremely tired.

"Master, let's go! The two yellow flags have been defeated! Their Niulu Ezhen have all escaped. Let's not fight here to the death! If we don't leave now, we will be surrounded by Nikan!"

Four close-fitting Goshas dragged the unconscious Daishan and fled towards the north gate along the Kaiyuan cavalry gap.

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Daishan looked at the familiar figure sitting on the top of the East Gate, with a complicated expression on his face. His personal guard Ge Shiha said:
"Master, I have something to say but I don't know whether I should say it or not."

Daishan looked at him coldly and motioned him to continue.

"Master, word has spread throughout the two Red Banners that the Khan is possessed by a glowing evil spirit. The day before yesterday, he killed his personal bodyguard, Geshiha. Yesterday, he killed Yantai of the Bordered White Banner and Dudu. Today, he killed the master's Geshiha. This servant believes that our Great Jin should change its master."

Daishan said coldly:
"Are the two red flags the only ones who think this way?"

Goshiha immediately replied:
"Master, I have discussed this with Jiala Ezhen of the Bordered Yellow Banner. No one wants to fight anymore, but the Khan wants us all to die. If we defeat Liu Zhaosun, we will probably all be wiped out. Everyone says that you should be the Khan."

Daishan was silent for a moment and shook his head.

"I can't be the Great Khan."

He looked at the chaotic rout before him:

"Out of a force of 120,000, only 20,000 or 30,000 remain after Liu Zhaosun's slaughter. I wonder if the two red flags can be restored in the future."

After Daishan finished speaking, he ordered Goshiha to gather the defeated soldiers and rush to the north gate to join them. Only by joining forces with the Eight Beiles would he feel slightly safe.

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The sharp spear pierced Ding Bi's back, and the spear head was blocked by the scales inside, making a suffocating cracking sound.

Ding Bi turned his body like a bear and suddenly picked up a thin child behind him. The child's feet were suspended in the air and he kicked hard.

"Who are you? How dare you assassinate me?"

Before Ding Bi could finish his words, the child stabbed him in the chain mail again with a wooden dagger.

"I am Jiang Liuer, I want revenge!"

Ding Bi looked at the overconfident child in front of her, a cruel grin on her face, and strangled Jiang Liuer's neck with both hands.

The Liao people took two steps back, everyone wanted to stay away from this killer.

Ding Bi's fingers gradually exerted force, and he could feel the child's breathing becoming soft and weak.

Ding Bi likes to torture his opponent slowly to death like this. He enjoys the pleading look of his prey when he is dying.

Jiang Liu'er's arms drooped limply, and he was already on his deathbed. Ding Bi felt bored and simply crushed his Adam's apple, just like he had crushed those wolf soldiers to death.

This most brutal general in Liaozhen was almost as powerful as Cao Zhongqing, and slightly inferior to Liu Zhaosun.

He has the confidence to crush everything that stands in his way.

He closed his eyes, expecting to hear the sound of his Adam's apple cracking.

"You can't kill him. I watched him grow up."

Ding Bi opened her eyes in confusion, and saw an old man with disheveled hair and a dirty face. He was holding a carrying pole in his hand and looking at her fiercely.

He smiled coldly and was about to draw his sword to kill the man when the crowd in front moved and a strong young man squeezed out with a kitchen knife in his hand.

"You can't kill Jiang Liuer, he's my neighbor."

"You can't kill Jiang Liuer, I know his father!"

Ding Bi looked around in confusion, angry and embarrassed:
"You bunch of troublemakers, do you want to rebel? I'm going to kill you all! Come on!"

The servants at the entrance of the alley rushed towards this side with heavy swords, but when they saw the formation of the Liao people on the opposite side, they retreated involuntarily.

In the distance, more and more Liao people were passing through burning houses and damaged shops and gathering towards the North and South Streets.

Women and children followed the adults, carrying sticks and stones.

Thousands of people formed a black tide, sweeping across the street like a river. The strong Liao people rushed to the front, followed by the old and weak. People picked up clubs and spears from the ground and surrounded Ding Bi and the others.

"Kill the dog Baoyi! Kill the dog Baoyi!"

Ding Bi swung his heavy sword and slashed at a Liao man in front of him, cutting off his head with one blow.

The crowd showed no fear, and more people rushed forward.

More than a dozen carrying poles hit Ding Bi on the head.

Ding Bi quickly raised his knife to block, took two steps back, and threw a flying axe to kill another Liao citizen.

Several kitchen knives struck his chain mail.

He quickly turned around to kill the person who attacked him, but as soon as he turned around, sticks rained down on his shoulders.

Ding Bi couldn't hold on and was knocked to his knees.

He raised his knife to block in vain, and with a snap, his wrist was broken by a big stick.

"Kill him! Beat him to death!"

Then, Ding Bi's head was smashed by a wooden stick, and hundreds of angry Liao people attacked him from all directions.

Wooden sticks, shoulder poles, kitchen knives, and stones were all thrown at him.

"You dog, I told you to kill someone! I'll bite you to death!"

Several angry Liao people jumped directly onto Ding Bi and bit his broken face.

Under such an attack, no one would be able to fight back.

The people who arrived later picked up kitchen knives and hacked at the corpse.

These Liao people, who had been slaughtered, robbed and oppressed, finally erupted completely.

Ding Bi's servants fled, and more and more Liao people gathered on the North and South Streets. These servants who usually acted arrogantly were finally blocked in an alley and beaten into pieces by the Shenyang people who swarmed in.

Qin Jianxun led fifty white-pole soldiers and attacked all the way from the city wall. The Yehe people avoided the white-pole soldiers from afar. Those who massacred the city were now like rats crossing the street, and were chased by the Liao people all over the city.

Qin Jianxun searched for his White Spear Soldiers along the North-South Streets and soon saw a large tide of Liao people rolling towards the north gate.

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Two white-pole soldiers helped the dying Peng Yong up and helped him sit on the street.

Peng Yong looked at the exploding Liao people and laughed. Jiang Liuer stood in front of him holding his treasured dried fish, gesturing for his savior to eat it.

The soldier with the white spear raised his hand to take the dried fish, but just as he raised it, he slowly lowered it again.

Before his death, Peng Yong was still looking at Jiang Liuer and smiling.

Qin Jianxun wiped away his tears, stepped forward and covered his most brave subordinate with his mandarin duck jacket, turned around and looked at the Liao people who were in a frenzy of revenge, left a few people to collect the bodies of their teammates, and quickly ran towards the north gate.

A large tide of thousands of people rushed to the foot of the city wall. The Yehe people who were massacring the city escaped from the four gates, and some people who did not escape were blocked by the Liao people and beaten to death.

Qin Jianxun shouted loudly to the crowd of Liao people:

"Kill the Tartars! Kill the Tartars!"

The fanatical Liao people shouted along with Qin Jianxun.

Qin Jianxun picked up a broken goose-feather knife and led countless Liao people out of the city gate.

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Huang Taiji walked across the floating bridge littered with corpses, and his right eye ached slightly.

He followed his father Khan in his campaigns and had many dealings with Liaozhen over the years.

The combat effectiveness displayed by the Liaozhen soldiers under Mao Wenlong far exceeded his expectations.

Mao Wenlong led the last dozen or so Liao soldiers and was overwhelmed by the swarming Bayala.

Huang Taiji stepped on the corpses of the Liao soldiers, walked down the pontoon bridge, and looked up at the tragic battlefield on the north bank.

His right eye began to ache violently again.

Of the more than 3,000 elite soldiers of the Zhengbai Banner he led, only 2,000 are left alive, which means one in three are dead.

To Huang Taiji's surprise, there were no Ming army guarding the south bank of the pontoon bridge.

Daishan led the remnants of the two red flags to welcome the late-arriving Eighth Prince.

Huang Taiji saw Daishan's sad face, and looked at the large number of corpses of the Zhenglan Banner soldiers lying on the ground, and roughly guessed what had happened on the south bank.

"Dudu surrendered to Liu Zhaosun, Manggurtai was killed in battle by a Nikan gunner. The Zhenglan Banner was completely decimated, the two Yellow Banners collapsed, the Bordered White Banner suffered over half their casualties, and the only ones left in the two Red Banners are these people."

Huang Taiji was shocked. He didn't expect Liu Zhaosun to cause such serious casualties to the Eight Banners.

"what is that?"

Huang Taiji pointed at the large number of Liao people pouring out of the north gate, and Daishan shook his head.

"The Khan ordered a massacre in the city, forcing these Nikans to rebel. I sent Bayala to hold them off first, but I don't think he can hold them off for long."

"Massacre the city?"

Huang Taiji looked confused. He hadn't heard this word for a long time.

"Liaoshen was the foundation of the Great Jin Dynasty. The Han Chinese Nikan was also a citizen of the Great Jin Dynasty. Why massacre the city? Is the Khan crazy?"

"It was instigated by those two slaves Tong Yangxing and Ding Bi, along with a witch from Ningguta. I think they're in cahoots, bewitching the Khan every day. Ever since Manggurtai's death, the Khan has been..."

Daishan looked around and Gosha took a few steps back.

“It’s starting to go crazy.”

"He killed a personal Geshiha yesterday, and today he killed two Geshiha from the Bordered White Banner and the Plain Red Banner. He also sent a Geshiha to kill Dudu. If we hadn't been so confused, how could Liu Zhaosun have survived until now?"

When Huang Taiji heard the three words Liu Zhaosun, his brows twitched slightly.

"How many men does he have now?"

Daishan thought for a while and said:
"Less than 4,000 men. The Kaiyuan and Zhejiang troops joined forces. Their morale was high and they were invincible. The surviving warriors of the Zhenglan Banner and the Xiangbai Banner dared not fight."

Huang Taiji frowned as he looked at the two yellow flag armored soldiers who were fleeing towards him.

"Then we are left with the two Red Banners and the Plain White Banner."

Daishan was about to reply when Huang Taiji was attracted by the sound of war drums. He looked up and around, finally looking towards the slope.

Cao Zhongqing opened his bow and aimed at Jin Yuji who was standing under the golden drum.

"Are there any women in Liu Zhaosun's army?"

"Master, this is Liu Zhaosun's concubine, a beautiful Korean girl! It is said that Liu Zhaosun dotes on this woman."

Cao Zhongqing was quite angry because he failed to kill Jin Yuji just now, and now was a good opportunity.

"I will kill this woman right now and teach Liu Zhaosun a lesson!" Cao Zhongqing said as he pulled the heavy bow to its full length. The taut bowstring made a creaking sound. At this distance, he was confident that he could kill Jin Yuji with one arrow.

"Wait!"

Cao Zhongqing stared at Huang Taiji in a daze, wondering if he had heard it wrong.

"Leave this person here, and leave a way out for everything."

Huang Taiji gave a look, and Cao Zhongqing took two steps back, looked at Jin Yuji who was still beating the drum, and left in disappointment.

Huang Taiji, in a modern way, lowered his voice:

"The Khan is mad, but you and I cannot be mad."

"The Khan killed your Goshkha. Does he want to kill you too?"

Daishan thought for a while, and remembering the Khan's style of doing things, he felt that this was not impossible.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"Let the two yellow flags hold out for a while longer. Once Nikan kills all the Niulu Ezhens who are loyal to the Khan, you and I will be safe."

Dai Shan understood what he meant.

At present, the other beile were either killed in battle or captured, or were too young, and the only ones who can truly hold power are the two brothers.

Daishan has always been very supportive of Huang Taiji.

The Great Jin needs a new Khan.

The Kaiyuan soldiers' drumbeats suddenly stopped. Huang Taiji looked at the red-robed woman lying on the slope and muttered to himself:
"Who on earth is this Liu Zhaosun, to be able to make a woman work so hard for him?"

"Send someone to see Liu Zhaosun and talk to him."

Daishan looked at Huang Taiji in surprise.

"Talk? Did the Eighth Prince say he wanted to negotiate peace with Nikan?"

Huang Taiji nodded.

A huge crowd of civilians poured out of the north gate. Led by the Kaiyuan soldiers, they picked up spears and heavy swords on the battlefield and looked towards this side with eager eyes.

Huang Taiji saw the fanatical look of these people and sighed:
"If we keep fighting, we might win, but we'll definitely have to fight to the death with the two yellow flags and the two red flags. I just heard from a dying Liao soldier that the Liaozhen troops are on the way, waiting to cut off our retreat."

Daishan was quite unwilling:
"A hundred and twenty thousand men, after three or four days of fighting, could not destroy twenty thousand Nikan. So many men died, and nothing was gained! Alas!"

Huang Taiji looked at him with an embarrassed expression:

"It's good that Liu Zhaosun is willing to negotiate, otherwise..."

Daishan knew Liu Zhaosun's character and had also witnessed the combat effectiveness of the Kaiyuan soldiers.

"Otherwise, the Great Jin wouldn't even have 20,000 men left. The warriors aren't here to exchange their lives with Nikan."

"I came from the north bank, and in just a few miles, I encountered two waves of Han Nikans who put up a desperate resistance. Mao Wenlong's Liaozhen were killed one by one by Bayala, but they fought us to the last man. Right now, tens of thousands of Han people in Shenyang are ready to kill, and the Yehe people are almost wiped out by them. Do you want to fight them to the death?"

Daishan said nothing.

The defeated soldiers of the two yellow flags fled frantically towards the north gate. Daishan said:

"Send someone to pick up the two yellow flags and ask Liu Zhaosun what he wants. I'm afraid he really wants to perish with our Great Jin."

Huang Taiji pointed to the distant earthen slope and sighed:

"Don't worry, Liu Zhaosun will talk to us. Besides the lives of the remaining thousands of soldiers, he should also care about this beautiful girl who fought so hard to beat the drum."

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He stumbled up the slope and saw from afar the blood-red Qilin robe fluttering under the golden drum.

He whispered her name, but there was no response.

"The battle is over, I'm here to pick you up."

He gently picked her up, her Qilin Dahongpao soaked in blood.

Jin Yuji's pale arms drooped limply in Liu Zhaosun's arms. The blood on her arms dried into red scales, protecting the woman.

It was freezing cold in Liaodong in October. He held her cold hand and said to himself:

"You still have arrow wounds on your body, and you are most afraid of the cold."

He took off his blood-stained battle robe and carefully covered Jin Yu Ji with it.

She lay there motionless.

"I won."

Liu Zhaosun laughed twice, and tears flowed down his blood-stained face.

He raised his trembling hand and pointed at the tragic battlefield in the distance.

"Look, the old slave is defeated, Huang Taiji is defeated, the Jian slaves are defeated, let's go home, go home..."

The banks of the Hunhe River were densely littered with the corpses of the Later Jin soldiers.

Twilight Quadruple.

Liu Zhaosun took the drumstick from Jin Yuji's hand and stared at the bloodstain on it for a long time.

Suddenly, he beat his chest frantically, and the wound on his arm burst open, splattering blood.

Blood-red petals bloomed on the beauty's face.

"Tens of thousands of Tartars have been killed. Liaodong will be ours from now on!"

"You said you'd accompany me to Jiangnan that day! To listen to the White Snake imprisoned in Leifeng Pagoda forever!"

"You said Jingzhe, marry me!"

"You said we'd go to many places in the future! Wake up! Wake up!"

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The Two Yellow Banners received assistance from the Plain White Banner. This remnant of the Later Jin army tried its best and barely stopped the Ming army near the slope of the north gate.

Across the earthen slope, tens of thousands of soldiers from both sides were deadlocked.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, Liu Zhaosun picked up his woman, walked down the slope step by step, and walked across the battlefield littered with corpses.

Several Later Jin archers drew their bows and arrows, ready to shoot the Ming general in front of them, but were immediately stopped by Niulu Ezhen.

Liu Zhaosun's eyes were dazed as he walked towards Hunhe River.

That was the starting point of this world.

Jin Yu Ji died, and his world collapsed.

The Later Jin soldiers looked at this extremely ferocious Ming army general and the woman who died from beating the drum.

Suddenly, they were all shocked by this powerful aura, and they all fell silent, not daring to look up.

On both sides of the Hun River, tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians shouted in unison, a roar that shook the earth.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

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Old Song rubbed his slightly red eyes and supported the staggering Liu Zhaosun.

"Master Liu, you've almost bled out of me. Please accept my condolences."

The genius doctor sighed and placed his fingers on Jin Yuji's wrist.

The best doctor in Liaodong closed his eyes and concentrated, carefully identifying the pulse. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and said to Jin Yuji:

"Korean girl, you're so impressive today, making such a big noise. Tens of thousands of people are watching you beat the drum. If I weren't the number one doctor in Liaodong, you wouldn't be..."

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At the north gate of Shenyang, 3,000 Ming troops and more than 20,000 Later Jin troops confronted each other.

A large banner was raised between the two armies.

Huang Taiji, accompanied by two Goshahas, slowly walked towards the big flag.

Liu Zhaosun handed the goose-feather knife to Deng Changxiong and walked over with Kang Yingqian.

Huang Taiji looked carefully at Liu Zhaosun, who was covered in blood.

"Are you Liu Jing's adopted son?"

"it's me."

"It's a pity I didn't meet you in Sarhu."

Liu Zhaosun stared at Huang Taiji's one eye with cold eyes.

"That's your blessing."

"How did you hurt your eyes?"

"A cannon, the biggest one I've ever seen, capable of firing three miles. Did you arrange for someone to build it?"

Huang Taiji looked at Liu Zhaosun calmly.

Liu Zhaosun nodded in agreement.

"I was planning to give your father a sweat, but I didn't expect to hurt you."

The two fell silent and neither spoke.

Huang Taiji looked at the corpses scattered all over the ground and at the Later Jin Khan Gosiha who was still resisting at the city gate, and sighed slightly.

"So many people died, and in the end, you made wedding clothes for others. What do you want?"

At the north gate of the city wall, Qin Jianxun led the white-pole soldiers to attack up the steps, while Ge Shiha led some armored soldiers to fight desperately.

A scarred-faced Niulu'ezhen killed several people in a row. He looked over here from the top of the city wall with an expression of astonishment on his face.

"I don't care who will ultimately own Liaodong. However, you must pay with your lives for slaughtering the people of Liaodong."

Huang Taiji looked back at the north gate where the fierce battle was still going on, and stretched out his trembling finger, pointing at Nurhaci who was sitting on the top of the city wall.

Liu Zhaosun shook his head and said:

"He's not enough alone."

The Geshiha on both sides of Huang Taiji suddenly looked nervous and immediately guarded their master in front.

Huang Taiji said threateningly, "General Liu, are you going to fight to the death?"

Liu Zhaosun's expression remained unchanged, and he said murderously:

"All the Jiannu who participated in the massacre must die!"

Huang Taiji pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement:
"can."

"Fushun, Qinghe, and Kuandian will be handed over to me. You will retreat to Hetuala!"

"can."

"I also want to ask the Eighth Prince for someone. He is Niulu Ezhen of the Plain White Banner. He has a scar on his face and is said to be very good at fighting."

Liu Zhaosun pointed at Cao Zhongqing, who had just escaped from the siege at the north gate and was covered in blood.

Huang Taiji hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

"can."

"I thought you were going to kill Daishan, Jirgalang. Why this man, a mere bondservant?"

Liu Zhaosun looked back at Old Song who was standing in the distance.

"This bondservant killed my men's entire families and raped his daughter right in front of this old man. Even if I die in battle today, I will kill this thief with my own hands!"

Huang Taiji looked at Liu Zhaosun carefully, a bewildered look on his face. After a long moment, he let out a long sigh:
"For an old soldier, he can fight so hard. This is how much Sun Wu loves his soldiers."

"Now I understand why the Kaiyuan soldiers are so brave and good at fighting."

"If I were the Khan of the Later Jin, I would not be your enemy."

The two sides discussed some details of the withdrawal.

Du Du, who was trapped in Shenyang City, was left behind by Liu Zhaosun, and about a thousand armored soldiers from three Niulu of the Bordered White Banner also surrendered with him.

The Kaiyuan soldiers gave up the pontoon bridge to allow the remaining Later Jin soldiers to pass, and Liu Zhaosun promised not to pursue them.

However, he had no control over how Liaozhen would deal with the Later Jin soldiers.

Huang Taiji led his Zhengbai Banner and 30,000 remaining soldiers from other banners to withdraw from the Hunhe battlefield at night.

The Eighth Prince asked Cao Zhongqing to guard the rear.

In the end, this loyal bondservant was trapped on the south bank of the Hun River.

~~~

South bank of the Hunhe River.

Cao Zhongqing and his 300 bannermen were blocked at the pontoon bridge by the Kaiyuan soldiers.

Niulu Ezhen, who came from the fighting business in Fushun, killed countless people in Liaodong. Knowing that he could not save his life even if he surrendered, he simply trapped himself at the bridgehead with his men and fought like a trapped beast.

"Bring the Francois cannon over here and give the beast a shot."

Qin Jianxun was furious. He had just led his white-pole soldiers to attack, but was repelled by the bannermen in front of him, and lost five or six brothers.

Liu Zhaosun looked at him expressionlessly and said:
"Give me a knife."

Qin Jianxun was shocked, and Kang Yingqian and others also tried to persuade him.

Everyone knew that Liu Zhaosun was injured. Now that they had finally defeated the Jiannu, this was not the time to show off their bravery.

"Give me a knife."

Qin Jianxun had no choice but to take off the Miao Dao he was wearing and hand it to General Liu with both hands.

Liu Zhaosun looked at the cold and bright blade and saw his slightly red eyes.

"Sir, this man is very skilled, be careful."

Liu Zhaosun picked up his Miao Dao and strode forward. The soldiers in the front row who were besieging Cao Zhongqing made way for him.

Seeing the commotion among the Kaiyuan soldiers around him, Cao Zhongqing thought that his master Huang Taiji had returned to rescue him. He was about to lead the bannermen to break out when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a tall and burly enemy general walking out from the soldiers.

"Who are you? I don't kill nameless people!"

Liu Zhaosun was as calm as water, his eyes penetrating the bondservants.

"Were you the one chasing Jin Yuji just now?"

Cao Zhongqing felt uneasy. He had killed countless people and had encountered people who were stronger than him. Those people were either angry or fearful, and they were all under his control.

The man in front of him exuded a temperament that Cao Zhongqing had never seen before. This murderous maniac actually felt a little scared and subconsciously stepped back.

"What Jin Yuji or Yin Yuji? I've killed so many people! Who are you?"

Liu Zhaosun did not stop.

"In the 46th year of the Wanli reign, were you the one who murdered Old Song's family in Fushun?"

"go to hell!"

Cao Zhongqing suddenly jumped up, his left foot kicked up the gravel on the ground, and his right foot flew towards his heart. He was eager to win, so he used this series of kicks to dazzle people's eyes. However, these moves were just feints. He only waited for Liu Zhaosun to raise his fist to block, then he rushed forward and slashed horizontally. When they crossed each other, he cut his throat with a knife.

Liu Zhaosun rolled sideways to avoid the series of kicks. A cold light flashed, and the Miao Dao whistled and flew out of its sheath.

He timed his sword strike accurately and struck Cao Zhongqing who was in mid-air.

The Miao Dao chopped on the iron armor, sending out dazzling sparks.

Cao Zhongqing roared, turned over, pulled out a row of poisoned caltrops from his sleeve, and threw them at Liu Zhaosun, shouting:
"Go!"

Liu Zhaosun raised his sword to the side to block.

With a "clang" sound, the Miao Dao knocked the hidden weapon away, splashing a few sparks, and everyone around was dumbfounded.

Liu Zhaosun slid back half a step and then swung his sword. Cao Zhongqing was unable to dodge and the iron helmet on his head was knocked off, revealing the ugly rat-tail braid on the back of his head.

Liu Zhaosun didn't give Cao Zhongqing any chance to react and slashed him again with his sword.

Cao Zhongqing, barely recovered from the shock, lost his balance after two blows. Confident in his brute strength, he didn't dodge. With a roar, he raised his arms to block, attempting to block the Miao Dao's horizontal blow with his iron arms.

"Whoever kills children and girls shall die!"

Liu Zhaosun roared and used all his strength to strike the Miao Dao horizontally. When the sword was halfway, it suddenly turned and the blade suddenly chopped towards Cao Zhongqing's left leg.

Liu Zhaosun closed his eyes slightly.

The sound of weapons breaking through armor rang in my ears, followed by the sound of blades cutting into muscles, and finally the sound of bones breaking.

Finally, there were the miserable screams of the bondservants.

"Ah! You bunch of Nikans, the master will come back and kill you all!"

Liu Zhaosun turned around and looked at Old Song, expressionless and said:
"I leave him to you. Let him die slowly."

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Shenyang North Gate.

Liu Zhaosun raised his goose-feather knife and looked at Nurhaci who was kneeling on the city wall.

Tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians below the city shouted deafeningly:

kill!

kill!

kill!

Kang Yingqian whispered:

"We can't kill the slave chief. Take him to the capital and the emperor will reward him handsomely!"

Liu Zhaosun pushed away General Kang and gestured at Nurhaci's neck with a knife.

"Heaven and earth have righteousness. This old slave has violated the laws of heaven. I will not let him die so easily."

The Khan of the Later Jin Dynasty, whose body was covered with wounds and whose leg bones were broken, looked up at Liu Zhaosun with an expression of anger and unwillingness!

"Liu Zhaosun, if you kill me today, you will become like me! Your wolfish ambitions are known to the world. You have killed so many people. Changshengtian will not let you go..."

After Liu Zhaosun heard what he said, he said expressionlessly:
"No, I am different from you. You are a tiger, leopard, jackal and wolf."

"I want to be the king of the world."

"I won't let you die so easily. You still have many enemies."

The goose-feather knife fell.

The city of Shenyang was in turmoil.

Liu Zhaosun used up his last bit of strength and collapsed to the ground exhausted, tears streaming down his face.

"Godfather, Jin Yuji, look, I have avenged you!"

(End of this chapter)