The breeze blows gently, the bonfire is gently blown, 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?"

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, Aixinjueluo Dorgon," Dorgon's face turned pale. He didn't know whether the sound coming from his heart was the vibration of his own heart or the blazing fire in Shenyang City in the distance. Under the burning fire, the temples and pavilions continued to collapse.

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, now faced Wang Qi at such a close distance, where could he go? Can you still say a complete sentence?

"Don't be afraid, the important affairs of the country 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 my 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 this so-called Dorgon who usurped 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, and 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 studied Chinese since he was a child, Dorgon naturally understood what Wang Qi meant.

Handled...

This is to kill myself 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 are heartbreaking to hear.

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

What does this 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 retreat in order to advance? Or do you really want to make yourself a slave in exchange for the lives of the rest of the clan?

But, 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 one 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, that condescending look, the shadow fell on Dorgon, just blocking the sun, making him tremble.

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

"I think!" Dorgon said firmly.

Only when you are alive can you have 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 Aixinjueluo royal family and gather in Hetuala... to plan big things!" Wang Qi squatted down and looked at many people with a smile on his face.

Ergon.

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

Plop!!!

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: clan annihilation.

"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 young prince was originally calm, but now

Already bloody and crazy.

Standing up slowly, 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, turned around and pointed his finger at Dorgon, who was still shaking all over: "Remember to deal with it after you use it..."

"Yes!" Cao Wenzhao lowered his head, glanced at Dorgon with his peripheral vision, and then withdrew his gaze 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 big difference in exchanging one person's life for peace in Liaodong in the next few decades.

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 can 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.

Wuwuwuwu!!!

The sound of drums sounded from afar.

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 look at it, it is already extremely blue.

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

Everything is over, and everything must begin again.

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

Wang Qi rode the horse in front, and the three generals followed behind. Liaodong guerrillas and garrison troops, Qian Zong, lined up to enter the city.

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

"Long live Duke Lang!!!"

"Long live Mr. Hundred Households!!"

"Long live the Liaodong Army!!"

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

The horses were stationed on the street. 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.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it, and 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 resurrected!"

"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 the crowd's cries.
Chapter completed!