Ye Keshu, who was in charge of Shengjing, stared at the news. He could not believe his eyes or ears as he listened to the miserable subordinate kneeling in front of him. How could this be possible? Such a thing would never happen.

"What did you say? You say it again, I didn't hear it clearly."

Ezhen, who escaped from Niuzhuang, reported the situation again with horror: "The Ming army has landed in southern Liaoning. The Ming army has captured my Niuzhuang. The Ming army is coming to Shengjing."

"This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible. Xinming's army is on the front line of the Yellow River in Shandong, being suppressed by our Regent, the warriors of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty. How could they come here?"

"My prince, what else is impossible? I was on the head of Niuzhuang City and saw with my own eyes the dense Ming warships on the sea in the distance. I saw with my own eyes the Ming army with no less than 20,000 people rushed to my Niuzhuang City with artillery."

Ye Keshu was stunned for a long time, and he believed the news.

Because the Ming Dynasty's navy was invincible, he, as the core figure of the Qing Dynasty, knew that he was a minister.

The Ming Navy had a powerful naval marine with 20,000 people, and he knew it. Just two years ago, this navy and his powerful marine almost took Tianjin to occupy Beijing. If the Regent had not brought all the troops of the Zhenghuang Banner to fight to the death, Beijing would have been lost.

As long as the subordinate in front of him really sees the Ming fleet, then this matter will be true.

He stood up suddenly and kicked up: "You bastard, you clearly know the importance of Niuzhuang to our Qing Dynasty. You clearly see the enemy landing on the beach, why don't you fight back?"

"The enemy has too many troops, and I have too few men and horses. The Yantian in Niuzhuang is not suitable for the impact of cavalry. If we fight in infantry, how can we be the enemy who is like a tide?"

This guy is right, Niuzhuang is indeed not suitable for cavalry charge and field battles.

"Then why didn't you guard the city? Waiting for rescue? He actually lost Niuzhuang after only two hours?"

"It's not that I don't want to hold on, but those bastards, Yan Ding Zizi, have turned against us. We really can't stand it. So my subordinates rushed back to report to you."

In fact, this amount really reported that he had resisted for two hours, and that was to find some excuses for his own defeat.

At that time, the more than 30,000 salt dippers carried the cannon supplies of the Xinming army and rushed to Niuzhuang City. Before the Xinming army could attack, they called out to their companions in the city, saying that the Ming army had counterattacked and rescued everyone.

With this call, the salt dick in the city had already had enough of Jiannu's oppression. When he heard that there was a large army outside the city to rescue him, he shouted and immediately rioted.

Since all the nobles of the Qing Dynasty ran to the pass to enjoy their fortunes, the Manchus accounted for too little in various places.

At the same time, the source of troops in the pass is tight, and even the guards in important places like Niuzhuang are only some old, weak and disabled soldiers.

Faced with such internal and external riots, they only supported each other for half an hour, and when they saw that something was wrong, they abandoned the city and fled.

"Report - General, General, something is not good." A general rolled in and ran in, lying on the ground and kowtowed to Ye Keshu repeatedly.

Ye Keshu's scalp became numb: "So what's wrong?"

"It's lost in Zhenjiang."

Ye Keshu's body shook.

Zhenjiang was also the lifeline of the Qing Dynasty and the hub for North Korea to transport materials. If Zhenjiang was lost, then the entire Liaodong would be equivalent to half of its life being removed.

Zhenjiang was lost, and the war materials that were continuously transported from North Korea were cut off, and there would be a shortage of logistics supplies for the millions of troops in the pass.

"Come on, let's take Zhenjiang back."

"Report—Report to the General."

"So what's wrong?"

"Haizhou is lost."

"Reported, Anshan is lost. The enemy's forward is directed to Shengjing."

Ye Keshu only truly felt the situation was serious this time. Judging from the current situation, it was obvious that Wang Xuejun took advantage of the empty troops outside his lair and gave himself a black tiger to his heart and a yellow dragon.

"I ordered to defend Shengjing to the death, quickly investigate the surrounding situation, and estimate how many troops the enemy has."

A fast horse rushed into Shengjing like crazy and rushed into the general's mansion: "Report--Fengcheng is lost, Liaoyang is lost."

Ye Keshu sat on the chair.

It's really broken now. Liaoyang is the second capital after the establishment of the Qing Dynasty. There are a group of old and young people from the Qing Dynasty living in Mancheng. "Liaoyang is lost, how are our people living in Mancheng?"

The person who reported the news cried and cried: "It's over, it's over. The enemy did not launch an attack on the city, but continued to shoot cannons into the city through the city wall. They were all flowering bullets. They completely blew up the entire city and then occupied it."

Ye Keshu closed his eyes in pain.

I couldn't help but feel sad in my heart: "Retribution, this is really retribution. I have killed many Han people in Liaoyang over the years to build the luxurious and glorious Liaoyang city. Now I'm fine, I'm now retribution."

Faced with the remnants of defeated soldiers and defeated soldiers who kept running back from all over the world, Ye Keshu asked them to estimate the number of enemies they faced. As a result, after summarizing various reports, there were as many as 40,000 to 50,000.

"Now Wang Xuejun is making a cruel thing for himself. We occupied his Central Plains, and he in turn occupied the foundation of our lair. With so many troops, the goal is already very obvious, that is, to occupy the place and not leave."

All the civil officials and generals looked at him with horror, but no plan could help him solve the problem.

"We cannot sit and wait for death. This general now orders to draw back all the troops in the south, summon all the Manchus to Shengjing, and expel all the Han people in Shengjing City. The Manchus are all soldiers, and we will defend Shengjing to the death and wait for rescue."

The reason why he issued an order to expel the Han people from Shenyang was that the old Khan had already raised an army and bribed the inner support when he captured all the cities in Liaodong.

This time, when Wang Xuejun's army captured his city so quickly, they received responses from the people in the city.

This is also the result of the cause of the plantings. The Manchus usually oppress the Han people too ruthlessly. The reason why those Han people are obedient now is that they are unable to resist under their strong oppression.

Once there is a little external force, the fire of hatred will burst out, burning people like me to pieces.

"Now it seems that with our own strength, we cannot stop it or defend it. Quickly, 800 miles in a hurry, go to Beijing to ask the Regent for help, and ask him to send elite troops to rescue the Northeast."

As a result, the eight hundred miles of this place were urgently rushed and not sent out yet, another heart-wrenching report sounded: "General, you are not good, Shanhaiguan is lost, Jinzhou is lost, Daling River is lost, and Wang Xuejun's army has now arrived at the edge of the Liao River."

Ye Keshu stood there blankly for a long time, and suddenly a mouthful of blood broke out.

His body fell to the ground with a bang.
Chapter completed!