The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

Chapter 99 Rebellion, it’s not your turn yet
Goshiha threw down his shield and heavy sword and flew towards the Khan of the Later Jin Dynasty.

He was agile and strong, and Nurhaci was knocked back a few steps and fell into the muddy riverbed.

Goshiha didn't care about the mud on his body and quickly used his body to protect Dahan.

Just as the two men fell, a three-pound iron ball from the general's cannon came flying, brushing past the golden dragon banner and smashing backwards.

As Mao Yunlong said just now, his hand was shaking and the shot missed.

If Li Yongfang had given the gunner another chance, the Khan would probably have been hit by the iron ball and thrown into the Hunhe River to feed the fish.

The cannonball flew over the golden dragon banner, consumed all its energy, and landed softly in the sand.

Several elite Goshiha stood in front of Nurhaci and formed a shield formation with long shields.

Such a shield formation has basically no defensive effect against the General Cannon, but at least it can give people some psychological comfort.

Tong Yangxing tumbled off his horse, crawling into the river mud with all four hooves facing the ground, and let out a howl that was not human:
"Master! Master!"

Fortunately, his master was not hit and only suffered minor skin injuries.

Two Goshas helped the Khan to stand up, and all of them were covered with smelly river mud.

"Master, what's going on? Has that slave Li Yongfang gone crazy?"

Nurhaci said nothing. He looked back at the cannonball that had crashed into the river mud. He was still frightened and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Goshiha hurried forward to wipe the mud off the Khan's body.

Nurhaci pushed Geshiha away, looked at the north gate tower, and said loudly:

"It must have been the southern barbarians who did it. This gunner is a skilled gunner and can be used by me. Don't kill him."

Tong Yangxing was just about to flatter the Khan for his modesty and magnanimity.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang at the north gate, followed by a series of explosions, as if more than a dozen large cannons were firing at the same time on the top of the city.

The ground on both sides of the Hunhe River shook slightly, startling a flock of gulls and herons.

The Later Jin soldiers who were shooting arrows at the shield formation stopped shooting and looked behind them.

boom! boom! boom!
The continuous explosions continued, and the top of the North Gate was covered by orange-red fireworks. The white smoke rising from the burning gunpowder was like a huge mushroom, quickly engulfing the entire North Gate.

"Fifth Prince!"

Nurhaci, with gray hair, ran towards the city gate desperately regardless of Goshiha's pulling.

He pointed at the rising white mushroom cloud, his head, unconscious and covered in river mud, shaking involuntarily.

"Quick, go and see, the Fifth Prince is still on the city wall!"

The Zhenyi armored soldiers who were attacking the Baigan soldiers around them stared blankly at the scene happening behind them.

They saw the daytime fireworks rising from the north gate and saw the white-armored soldiers covered in flames jumping down from the top of the city wall.

We also saw the Khan of the Later Jin Dynasty crying in grief.

It was not until the Niulu Ezhen swung their scabbards and hit the armored soldiers on their backs that the Jurchen warriors came back to reality, returned to the Shura hell before them, and continued to draw their bows and shoot at the white-spear soldiers.

Manggurtai was the fifth son of the Later Jin Khan. When he was twelve years old, he followed Nurhaci in his campaigns.

At the age of seventeen, he fought against the Ula tribe (Jurchens) and captured six cities in a row. In the Battle of Sarhu, Manggurtai led the troops and defeated Dusong in one fell swoop, making great military achievements for the Later Jin Dynasty.

Although Nurhaci was not very satisfied with this hot-tempered Beile, deep down in his heart, the Khan always regarded Manggurtai as the sharpest sword and placed great hopes on him.

Seeing that Shenyang was about to be captured, the Jin Dynasty would successfully control the entire Liaodong and truly become the master of this land, no longer having to look at anyone's face. Seeing that the suffering that the Aisin Gioro family had endured for many years was about to end, unexpectedly, at this time, the Fifth Prince died, and died so tragically.

The old man sends off the black-haired ghost.

Although Nurhaci considered himself a hero, he was exhausted and felt ten years older when he witnessed his son being blown to death by the southern barbarians.

"Great Khan! It must have been Xiong Tingbi's gunners! I'll kill this bastard and then kill all the gunners at each gate!"

The speaker was Tong Yangxing's cousin Tong Yangzhen. He and his cousin defected to the Later Jin Dynasty and held important positions in the Eight Banners of Han.

In the original history, Mao Wenlong attacked Zhenjiang by surprise, captured Tong Yangzhen alive, and sent him to the capital. This high-ranking bannerman was eventually executed by slow slicing at Caishikou.

Compared with his younger brother Tong Yangxing, Tong Yangzhen was stronger and more ferocious in character, and was appointed by the Khan as Niulu Ezhen of the Zhenghuang Banner.

At this moment, he was wearing fine chain mail, holding a round shield, guarding Nurhaci.

This Han Chinese man, Niulu Ezhen, looked towards the top of the city wall with hatred. The armored soldiers of their Niulu were carrying the Later Jin soldiers who were killed in the explosion on the city wall.

Nurhaci's mood recovered slightly, and he listened to Tong Yangzhen's words with red eyes. He was silent for a long time, raised his head and looked at the white-pole soldiers' shield formation in the distance, and suddenly a hatred he had never seen before flashed in his eyes:

"Call the Yehe and Khorchin tribes to assist the army in breaking through the white-pole shield formation! Have Aolebu, Zaisanbuhe, Niyaha, and Delger come to see me immediately!" "Yes!"

Tong Yangzhen had long disliked Yehe and Khorchin. The Khan had been trying to win over these people, as if he was afraid of them, and instead let the warriors of each flag rush to the front to fight the white-pole soldiers.

Seeing that the Khan was finally willing to let these tribes fight to the death, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed. He agreed and immediately went down with a Gosha to deliver the order to them.

Fan Wencheng, who was standing next to him, wanted to persuade him, but seeing the murderous look on the Khan's face, he hesitated for a moment and finally did not dare to speak again.

Nurhaci looked at the burning north gate, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the sword from his waist.

"Bring Xiong Tingbi here!"

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The tall Xiong Tingbi had his hands tied and was pushed all the way by two fierce Goshas to the front of the Khan of the Later Jin Dynasty.

"Your Majesty!"

Xiong Tingbi held his head high, his defiant face still stained with blood. Those were the arrow wounds he had received when he led the Standard Battalion in a bloody battle with the Zhenglan Banner when the North Gate fell yesterday.

He looked at Geshiha coldly, snorting in disdain. He caught a glimpse of the mud on Nurhachi's armor, was startled for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

Nurhaci looked at Xiong Tingbi with pity and said nothing.

Seeing that this man was so rude to the Khan, Goshiha swung his knife to hit him, but the Khan of the Later Jin Dynasty waved his hand and drove Goshiha away.

"I never thought that General Xiong would suffer so much. It's all my fault."

As Nurhaci spoke, he walked up to Xiong Tingbi, untied the rope himself, touched his nose and said:
"I originally thought that this time, just like Fushun and Qinghe, we could recapture Liaoshen without bloodshed. I didn't expect such a big commotion and so many lives to be lost. I was not considerate enough."

Xiong Tingbi looked at the old slave's performance coldly, and when he had finished, he said indifferently:
"Back then, Emperor Taizu, feeling sorry for the Jianzhou tribe, rewarded you with fertile land, allowing you to live and work in peace. Instead of repaying the Ming, you stole armor, provoked rebellion, and massacred people in Liaodong. Nurhaci, you are a servant of Li Chengliang, less than a dog, yet you dare usurp the imperial title? To say you have wolfish ambitions is an exaggeration."

Nurhaci smiled slightly, his fingers pressing towards the scabbard. Xiong Tingbi was not afraid at all and continued to curse:

"Over the years, you've slaughtered Yehe, Mongols, and Han Chinese. The Liaobei cities have been flooded with blood, and hundreds of thousands of Liao civilians have lost their homes. And you still dare to talk about restoring Liaodong? I hate that I didn't execute you sooner when I was inspecting Liaodong!"

Goshiha swung the scabbard and hit Xiong Tingbi's knee hard. Xiong Tingbi fell to the ground in pain.

Nurhaci pressed his nose and said righteously:
"Liaodong has always belonged to us Jurchens, and has been so since the Song Dynasty. How can it be considered Ming territory? Liaodong was seized by Zhu Yuanzhang! For two hundred years, you, the learned civil officials, have come to Liaodong to sow discord, causing the Jurchen tribes to slaughter each other to maintain your so-called control. If one tribe becomes too powerful, you will sweep us Jurchens away and treat us like animals! The dog Emperor Wanli allowed Gao Huai to extort mining taxes from Liaodong, causing the people of Liaodong to suffer."

"You are the butchers. Why did I raise an army? To get rid of you traitors!"

"Xiong Tingbi! Ten years ago, when you and Li Chengliang were fighting each other in Liaodong, did you ever imagine this day would come? Did you ever imagine that one day you would kneel before me and beg for mercy?"

"It's not that I dare not kill you, nor that I cannot kill you, but I admire talents. When the emperor dies, the new emperor will not tolerate you. If you submit to the Great Jin, I will make you a Grand Secretary, the head of the Five Ministers, and command the Eight Banners of Han!"

Nurhaci's beard trembled, he took a few breaths, and looked at Xiong Tingbi with a sneer.

Xiong Tingbi looked at the burning north gate and saw the bodies of the Jiannu soldiers being carried down from the city wall. He knew what Mao Yunlong had done and turned to Nurhaci and said:

"Nurhaci, you really want to call yourself your ancestor! Wanyan Aguda of the Jin Dynasty has nothing to do with your Jianzhou, so what does it have to do with you? Where did you come from? The Taizu rewarded you with only the land around Hetuala. For two hundred years, you have slaughtered countless tribes and swallowed up countless lands for your own selfish reasons! If it weren't for the mercy of our dynasty, we would have wiped you out long ago!"

When Xiong Tingbi said this, he pointed to the top of the city wall and laughed:
"Heaven's laws cannot be deceived. Your fifth son, Manggurtai, is dead. Yes, it was my men who did it. Liu Zhaosun is forging a massive cannon in Kaiyuan to kill you. Your other son is probably dead too. This time, I'll let you experience the bittersweet feeling of having your family torn apart and your people utterly destroyed!"

Xiong Tingbi said this with a resolute expression,

"Do you think that the seventy-plus cities in Liaodong are like Fushun and Qinghe, where you can enter and exit freely and slaughter people at will?!"

"Do you think that the millions of Liao people are all slaves like Ding Bi, Li Yongfang, and the others, who don't recognize their ancestors and are willing to serve you as bondservants?"

"Nurhaci, I am not strong enough to kill you personally, but I am fortunate to have General Liu here."

"Liu Zhaosun, Yunlong Fenghu, is compassionate and sympathetic, embodying the spirit of Taizu. Eight thousand Tiger Guards are willing to die for them, and millions of Liao people have rallied to support them. They are true heroes! You traitors and rats, slaughtering people, forcing them into slavery, and bringing disaster to Liaodong, must all be killed!"

"I am a dying man, and I am not afraid to tell you."

"Liaodong is no longer the Liaodong of the Ming Dynasty. However, if you want to rebel, it's not your turn! After I die, you and your several beile will be slaughtered by Liu Zhaosun and your bones will be crushed to ashes!"

The smile on Nurhaci's face gradually disappeared. When Xiong Tingbi finished speaking, a cold light flashed in his eyes. He suddenly drew out his sword and stabbed it towards Xiong Tingbi's heart.

Fan Wencheng beside him quickly hugged the Khan of the Later Jin Dynasty and said anxiously:

"Master, Master! Don't be deceived by this man. This old man only wants to die and leave his name in history. We can't kill him now! We can't use him to exchange benefits with the Ming Kingdom!"

Nurhaci's face turned pale. Xiong Tingbi's words were heartbreaking. The damage to the Khan of the Later Jin Dynasty was comparable to the death of Manggurtai.

In an instant, Nurhaci felt like he was back in the winter of the 15th year of Wanli, and turned back into the small chieftain of Jianzhou whose father and brother were killed and who was bullied by everyone.

That winter, he and his troops went to Beijing to pay homage to the emperor. The journey was difficult, and the road to the Forbidden City was as difficult as climbing to the sky. The officials in the capital made things difficult for them, and even a small gatekeeper extorted money from the Jurchens.

Nurhaci pushed Fan Wencheng away and gnashed his teeth:
"You're talking nonsense! You're so stubborn! Take him away. When we capture Liu Zhaosun, we'll both execute him by slow slicing!"

(End of this chapter)