"The scenery is different from the autumn outside the border, and Hengyang geese are not careful. The sounds are heard from all sides, and the sounds are rising from the corners. In the thousands of mountains, the long smoke and sunset are closed in the lonely city." Li Haoxian chanted under Songshan Fort with his hands on his back.

The voice is desolate and majestic, and with this mountain and this person, this soul-stirring battle, it is indescribable to meet the situation.

Since the Battle of Hejian, he has been obsessed with Suzhou music. He has been in Jinling for more than half a year. I don’t know how many people’s singing and singing, but he has learned a lot of poetry.

"Okay! Good poems, the Duke of Qi is really literary." Liu Heiqi took the big thumbs up with admiration on his face.

"What do you know? This is written by Fan Zhongyan of the Northern Song Dynasty. It is really uneducated. The army has opened an literacy class. I heard that the people of our Huozi Camp are the least active. They rely on their past achievements and are proud of their ignorance. I will tell you that you should not embarrass me. The literacy class was ordered by the prince. Now even the street vendors can read newspapers. You bad guys are less together in their spare time and learn to learn to read and write. "Li Haoxian has long been dissatisfied with the style of his old subordinates. He took the opportunity to scold him, not only to scold Liu Heiqi who was hit by the gun, but also to remind others.

Liu Heiqi looked ashamed, holding the helmet in one hand and scratching his head with the other. Seeing his appearance, Li Haoxian couldn't help laughing and scolded: "You should be a little motivated."

"Duke, look, it's the prince and the others here." A general pointed at the sea and shouted.

Li Haoxian looked forward and found that it was indeed a fleet slowly approaching the port. He raised the thousand-mile mirror in his hand and saw the big ship on the sea waving. It was the dragon ship played by Hou Xuan.

The group hurriedly got on the horse from Gaogang, rode the horse to the port, waiting for the fleet to dock.

On the deck of the dragon boat, Qin He whispered outside the cabin: "Prince, we're here."

Hou Xuanyan came out of the cabin dizzyly, and the personal soldiers around him stepped forward to help him clean up his armor. Hou Xuanyan pressed his forehead and said, "I will be dizzy every time I take a boat. Ningyuan will travel for a while longer and will not go to the sea."

After the anchor was docked, a conical staircase fell from the boat, and Hou Xuanyan led his men to walk down slowly.

Lee Haoxian stepped forward and said, "Congratulations to the prince, I'm happy to have a beloved son."

Hou Xuanyan wiped his eyelids and said indifferently: "What's the point of having a son? How did you blow it up for me?"

Lee Haoxian knew him best. Seeing that he was listless, he knew that it was mostly seasick. He whispered: "Prince, everything on the front line was as planned, and there were no mistakes. It was all done as the prince told me before leaving. It would be better to take a break here if I was tired all the way. It would not be too late to go to the front line in a few days."

Shaking his head, Hou Xuanyan moved his wrists and ankles, and said, "Fight quickly and decide quickly, it's not too late to take a good rest after conquering Shenyang."

After Li Haoxian got closer, he lowered his voice and asked impatiently: "Prince, where is Jinling?"

The generals next to them all raised their ears. Of course, they knew what Li Haoxian was asking, so they were naturally the matter of ascending the throne and becoming emperor. The army was most concerned about this matter, especially the Northern Expedition Military Camp. These people were engraved with the imprint of Hou Xuanyan. Except for Hou Xuanyan, no matter who came to power, they would not trust them.

Taiping was originally a general, and now the generals are also thinking about experiencing the opportunity to enjoy a peaceful and prosperous era.

Hou Xuanyan pressed his belt and said, "I will do what I should do. Your duty is to fight. Now is the final stage of conquering Liao. We have all raised my spirits to flatten Manchuria first. If you lose this battle, just shaved your head and act like a turtle egg. What's the matter with Jinling or Jinling?"

"Haha, the prince was joking, what did they win?"

Hou Xuan's seasickness was not over yet, and he was upset and cursed by the question: "I'm asking you to fight hard, but it's hard for you to do anything, so much nonsense. As a group of generals, I don't even know the word "small safety". You still feel that the battle between Hejian is foolproof, and almost killed us. A group of short-sighted things, rolling, get out of here."

After cursing, Hou Xuanyan vented almost all. The generals of the Huoziying had long been accustomed to this kind of temper that was consistent. Li Haoxian was a very lively Hou Xuanyan No. 2, and they didn't care.

Especially Lee Haoxian, he smiled and said, "Don't calm down, these little bastards are just like this. I just scolded them."

"Stop doing this. If you are not provoking it, I won't be angry with this."

Qin He led the horse off the boat, and the horse was also listless, and a very good majestic horse was tortured to death.

After going to the ground, he immediately recovered his energy. Hou Xuanyan turned over and pointed to the front and said, "Let's go and meet Wu Sangui for a while."

In the Northern Expedition Army camp, except for the somewhat depressed Yan Yingyuan, everyone else was full of excitement.

Hou Xuanyan's arrival indicates that the attack is coming, and killing people will kill their hearts. They themselves feel a little worried about this battle.

It's like a life-and-death battle between two people. The one who is more skilled knocked the place to the ground but refuses to kill him. Instead, he squatted down and tortured him slowly for three days and three nights, which is so cruel that it makes people feel outrageous.

Hou Xuanyan disagreed. Why did he exchange people's lives for the problem that could be solved with shells? After a few months of bombing here, hundreds of factories in the north developed rapidly. The arsenal of the Denglai Navy continued to innovate technology, and many affiliated factories serving the navy also continued to order.

The court accumulated too much wealth, and it would be beneficial to the people if it was not as fast as possible, but instead took it in his hands and squandered and extravagant. Then the end of the Ming Dynasty would be like Spain and gradually declined.

I think that the Qing Dynasty in later generations, the Beiyang Navy, which was built at a sky-high price, could not defeat the newly rising Japan. At that time, the ships of the Beiyang Fleet were only very advanced, and they were always inferior by relying on money to buy equipment. They still had to have their own industrial foundation, which was the king.

If the Battle of Liao was really over, Hou Xuanyan could only find a way to start the war in Nanyang, find a few small countries to clean up, open up a larger seaport and commodity dumping site, and control the growing capital in the Ming Dynasty and avoid being retaliated by it.

Primitive accumulation is bound to bleed. Silver and gold look infinitely beautiful. Once it gets out of control, it will be a disaster. Even small inflation cannot be handled by this just-initiated Ming Dynasty.

In addition to the seasick rear cliff, Yan Yingyuan was also in a small mood. The other generals looked extremely excited, and Du Yinxi stood up and said, "Prince, when will he attack the city?"

Hou Xuanyan rubbed his eyes and said with his mouth tilted, "Fry for another ten days!"

“…”

There was a silence in the tent, and the eyes looked a little awe at Hou Xuanyan. The prince was a real ruthless man, and his heart was too hard.

Hou Xuanyan looked at the reactions of the generals and thought to himself, what do you know? I am called raising the people by fighting. As the only person in the tent who knows the economics of war, Hou Xuanyan asked in a voice: "How much ammunition do we have?"

Zheng Zunqian was responsible for the management of the fleets from all over the country who came to transport them. Hearing the words, "There are only half a month left in this place. Ningyuan and Shanhaiguan each have their own stockpilings."

There is no way, the conditions offered by Hou Xuanyan before the war were too tempting, and most of the officials and businessmen in the country came to get a share of the pie.

"Forget it, just ten days, and attack the city in ten days."

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In the Qing army camp, Wu Sangui was not sitting on the top seat in Jinzhou, but Dai Shan.

The hall gathered almost all the generals who could fight in the Qing Dynasty. Everyone activated the city's eye sockets to be deep, the seal hall was black and the hair was messy.

They have fought for half their lives and have never seen such a formation. They do not attack or retreat and bombard you.

The Qing soldiers in Jinzhou, Songshan and Xingshan have really not eaten well and slept peacefully in the past two months. It is simply a fool to want to transport grain into these three places through the city. Nearly 400,000 troops are blocked in Songjin, a narrow battlefield, which is enough to defend all the passes.

The Qing soldiers who had lost their food on Songshan Fort had already gnawed all the bark. Every time they lay down, the buzzing sound in their ears made people not want to survive or die. I don’t know when, I was taken away by a shell in my sleep, and my despair spread to Songshan Fort and Xingshan.

When Hong Chengchou lasted for three months at Songshan Fort, the Qing soldiers are now experiencing a more tragic life than them, because Hong Chengchou at least knew that he could save his life after surrender, but the Qing soldiers could only die faster after surrender.

Dai Shan looked around at the Qing generals in the hall. Although these people were facing desperate situations, he was relieved to have one thing. Neither the Manchus nor the Han people present would surrender, not because they were so loyal, but because the northern expedition army was notorious on the other side.

The Northern Expedition Army did not want to capture prisoners. Hou Xuanyan openly declared that they would not surrender the Qing soldiers, nor would they want the Qing soldiers who resisted. They wanted the ports in Liaodong and the land in Manchuria.

"The Ming army has been bombing for two and a half months. Songshan Fort has run out of ammunition and food, and Jinzhou can't hold on anymore. If this continues, it will be a dead end. We have decided to give up Songjin and defend Shengjing to the death."

"Songjin can't defend such a terrain, how can he guard Shengjing?" Wu Sangui sneered. Now he is not afraid of the master of the man. Now everyone is a grasshopper on the same rope, or a grasshopper in the autumn. If his life is almost gone, what else can I be afraid of?

Everyone knows that Wu Sangui is right. Whether by sea or by land, it is difficult to escape the sweep of the Northern Expedition Army. For them, the doomsday has arrived early.

"If it is really not good, we can still go to the Rakshasa Kingdom to take refuge." Dai Shan sighed and said, knowing that Shenyang could not be defended at all.

Song Jin was lost, and the defense line was built by Sun Chengzong and Yuan Chonghuan. There was no danger in their nest. When the Yuan Dynasty destroyed the Jin Dynasty and the desperate Jurchens did not run to their hometown, but went to Henan. Because the Jurchens did not have the ability to build cities and defense lines, Manchuria was simply a slaughterhouse. As long as they dared to escape back to Manchuria, what they would be to welcome them was the massacre of the Northern Expedition Army that came with victory.

Geng Zhongming looked at all this coldly and said defeat before the battle. These people had been bombarded for more than 70 days and lost their hope for victory. He was determined to think that the defeated people would not have the chance to fight back. His elder brother Kong Youde supported Shang Kexi under Ningyuan City, but was almost wiped out by a counterattack by the Northern Expedition Army. In the end, Shang Kexi was not rescued. Thinking that these people would most likely have the same fate as Shang Kexi, Geng Zhongming's heart suddenly became cold.

He stood up and walked out of the lobby without saying a word. Dai Shan saw Wu Sangui being rebellious, and Geng Zhongming ignored him and went out directly. No other general took him seriously. Thinking of the arrogance of the man of the world, he couldn't help but be furious.

Geng Zhongming walked out of the lobby and returned to his tent. The soldiers under his command looked at him with numbness.

Back in the tent, Geng Zhongming removed all the armor and placed the spiritual throne of his father and Mao Wenlong in the tent. After a stick of incense, this traitor who had been on the battlefield for decades chose to live his life.

At noon, Geng San, the personal soldier, came in with a bowl of rice porridge and half of her lamb leg. He was shocked to find Geng Zhongming lying on the ground.

The food in his hand was more precious than gold in Jinzhou, but he fell to the ground by him. Geng Sanqiu screamed and reached out to touch him. His prince had no breath. There was a wine glass beside Geng Zhongming, and his face was bleeding, which was obviously a poisonous person.

"Come here! The prince committed suicide."

The loud roar soon attracted the soldiers in Geng's camp, who looked at Geng Zhongming's body in shock.

After hearing the news, countless people collapsed. Some of the Qing soldiers who had poor psychological endurance also drew their swords to commit suicide and gained relief.

In the terrifying military camp, there were corpses with knives inserted everywhere. The knife that killed them was in their own hands. Collective suicide was like the most common thing. If someone came here and told him that this was the Nine Nether Hell, the visitor would definitely believe it.

In Wu Sangui's camp, his subordinates were slightly better than Geng Zhongming, but they were already on the verge of collapse.

Zhang Xianzhong's three adopted sons defected to Wu Sangui in Sichuan, but they had been promoted to their confidants because of their bravery in combat.

The reason why they were promoted so quickly was that Wu Sangui's own direct descendants died in battle, and they all died quite poorly.

Most people were killed by sudden drops of shells or gravels from shells exploded on the city tower or simply inside the city.

Wu Sangui still refused to admit defeat. He said in a deep voice: "Daishan, the wild boar skin, is about to escape. The Tartars are just a group of rootless savages, and there is no difference wherever they go. We are all Liao people, so how can we abandon Liao territory easily? Songjin is our last hope. I have decided to fight the Ming army tomorrow."

Wu Sangui is not a Liao person in strict sense, but he has long regarded himself as a Liao person. If he had counted from Zu Dashou, the Liao people would have accepted him.

"We swear to follow the prince to the death and fight the Ming army to the death."

"Okay! I will open the Jinzhou city gate tomorrow. The man in the world has no chance to escape, so he can only fight to the death with us."
Chapter completed!