When Wang Qi arrived in Liao, he was sharpening his sword to build a slave.

In Shenyang City, the four political kings headed by Dai Shan also began to re-formulate their strategies for the Ming Dynasty.

Although Hou Jin won the battle of Shenyang City and returned with a great victory, and captured countless grain and baggage, for today's Hou Jin, it can be regarded as a solution to an urgent need.

However, the senior officials led by Daishan were not dazzled by the victory, nor did they start to imagine that killing Han soldiers was as easy as killing cattle and pigs, plundering Han soil and slaughtering people, like the Eight Banners soldiers and horses at the bottom. The days come back...

In particular, after Daishan and others received the news of Wang Qi's arrival in Liao, a slightly strange atmosphere permeated the entire Eight Banners senior leadership. The word Wang Qi was like a black cloud, weighing heavily on the mountain in the sky. It had not been seen for a long time. Disperse.

In Shenyang City, Wang Khan's Hall, today's political meeting has been held for an hour and a half, but there are still no clear regulations on how to treat the Ming Dynasty and what attitude to adopt.

In recent years, the weather in Liaodong has become increasingly weird. It has just entered October, but the temperature is already extremely low. Even this morning, you can still see lingering condensation frost on the flower clusters.

In the political hall, there is a bright fire dragon ball, and the thick curtain blocks the cold wind outside.

In the Eight Banners of Jianzhou, all the generals and nobles from Gushan and above are present.

The four political kings are sitting on top, and the others are standing below.

Dai Shan was wearing a narrow cotton brocade jacket and was sitting in a position in the north. He kept listening to the discussion with his eyes closed. If anyone else looked at it, they would think that the political king who controlled 70% of the Jurchen troops in Jianzhou had fallen asleep. ...But everyone in the palace knew that the hopping veins on Daishan's forehead meant that the prince was in an extremely irritable mood.

"I think that our Dajin momentum is at its peak now. Even if we can't continue to expand our territory, we can still maintain the current situation. From Haizhou, to Liaoyang, to Shenyang City, Puhesuo, most of Liaodong is currently It’s still in my hands, why do I have to give up the land and the results of the battle because of Wang Qi’s arrival!” Jierhalang seems to have a fiery temper like Mang Gurtai, he is the most powerful under Daishan, and in his hands The combat power is also the highest, so when we were discussing the withdrawal of troops from Liaoyang City today, Prince Zheng immediately jumped on his feet and said that he was unwilling to give away the victory in vain.

"Just because he is Wang Qi!" Although Dorgon is young and thin, he is quite courageous. Nurhaci once commented on his "deep conspiracy", but now he is still looking at his furious brother with a calm expression. Jirharang: "Brother, don't be impatient and sit still."

Hearing his younger brother's words, Jierharang looked at Dorgon blankly, then curled his lips and sneered before sitting down again: "Fourteenth brother, when you grow older, the number of cattle, sheep and people in your hands will increase. If you do more, you will understand what giving up an important city means to me, the Jurchen."

"But now, the Ming Dynasty is powerful, and Wang Qi is incapable of being ruled by others, so wouldn't it be better to avoid his sharpness and recuperate?" Dorgon made a look, and the maid on the side stepped forward to add tea to Jierharang: "Six

Brother, what the younger brother said may be wrong, you can also listen to what the elder brother means."

As Dorgon finished speaking, everyone in the hall turned to look at Daishan, who had been pretending to be sleeping in the top position.

Prince Li, who was nearly forty years old and a warrior who had been awarded the title of "Gu Ying Batulu", finally opened his eyes at this time.

In the main hall, everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly.

"If Wang Khan were still alive, and if my Jurchens were at their peak, even if Wang Qi came in person, he would abandon his helmet and armor and die looking south," Dai Shan pursed his lips tightly and scanned everyone's faces with a pair of tiger eyes:

"But today is different from the past... Wang Khan is not here, and our Jurchens are far from what they were then. People's hearts are divided and everyone wants stability."

Propping up his body with both hands, Daishan stood up slowly: "It's okay to avoid the sharp edge temporarily."

"Then, do you want to retreat blindly?" Jierhalang is not afraid of Dai Shan, but just for the sake of overall stability, the two of them cooperate with each other: "Then Wang Qi is not someone who can fill his stomach with three melons and two dates! Here!

He wants Liaoyang City, he must want Shenyang City, retreat to Hetuala, he can't wait to massacre our Longxing Land!"

"The last battle of Shenyang City and Xiong Tingbi's Northern Expedition have exhausted Nanming's financial resources. I believe that Wang Qi's main purpose in going to Liao is to stabilize the situation, not to fight me. Wang Qi is not a god either.

You can't make millions of dollars. The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty are all masters who recognize money but not people..." Dai Shan walked slowly in the palace with his hands behind his back.

"But I heard that Wang Qi recently put forward the slogan of conquering gold, which was very inspiring among the Liaodong Army. The appearance of those who followed Wang Qi made the remaining defeated generals proudly puff up their chests." Jirha

Lang still objected.

Ta!

Daishan stopped, turned to look at his half-brother, and said solemnly: "So, I plan to go to Haizhou Guard in person to have a chat with Wang Qi."

What?

Hiss!!

As soon as Daishan said these words, the whole hall was filled with discussions.

"It is absolutely unacceptable for a person in a superior position to personally commit a dangerous situation!"

"Negotiating peace?"

"There has never been any precedent for our country to initiate peace with the Southern Dynasty!"

"When Si Beile proposed the peace proposal, he was rebuked by Wang Khan. If we talk about it now, wouldn't it be an act of rebellion against the late king's death?"

"Silence!!"

Jierhalang stood up suddenly, suppressed everyone's voices, then looked at Daishan solemnly and said: "Are you really determined to negotiate peace with the Southern Dynasty?"

"The overall situation is the most important thing," Daishan didn't say much, just uttered four words gently.

"Ha, you are the chief political minister," Jierhalang sneered, and left the table. From far away, outside the palace door, Jierhalang's cold and cold voice came: "Then go ahead."

As Jierhalang left the table, the atmosphere in the entire hall became a little depressed. Everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to speak.

Of course, some people are dissatisfied with Daishan's bow to Wang Qi, and some people don't want to continue fighting, and even more people want to continue to observe the situation and see how determined Wang Qi is to fight against gold!

After all, it is not the Jurchen style to be timid before fighting.

He took a deep breath, his chest rose and fell, and it took him a while to calm down. Daishan's dark face softened slightly, and he glanced at the crowd and said, "Do you have any opinions?"

"Your Majesty, I have a doubt," Wei Qi, the new leader of Zhenglan Banner Gushan, said.

"Tell me about it," Daishan nodded.

"What if Wang Qi is unwilling to negotiate?" Wei Qi frowned and raised his objection.

"Unwilling?" Dai Shan sneered: "Liaoyang City can be easily obtained without spending a single soldier. Why is he unwilling? Do you really think that Wang Qi is 100% sure that he can defeat me in battle against the Jurchens?"<

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Chapter completed!