Hearing Nuerhachi's words, Fan Wencheng, who was standing at the back with the least presence, subconsciously took two steps back, not even daring to look straight ahead.
In order to gain the trust of the Great Khan and eager to express himself, he evaluated the young emperor of the Ming Dynasty in front of many people.
It can be said that the reason why Nuerhachi could despise the little emperor so much, or even completely ignore him, was that Fan Wencheng took the greatest credit.
What he fears most now is that Nuerhachi will be angry with him because of this.
In the extremely cold weather conditions in Liaodong, Fan Wencheng could still feel the heat all over his body, which shows how nervous he was.
But the fearful Khan was not as angry as he imagined and took it out on him. Instead, he followed the problem pointed out by Daishan and said:
"Both Xiong Manzi and Mao Wenlong are cunning men and extremely difficult to deal with, but what Big Belle said must be taken seriously. I, Dajin, cannot sit in a predicament and wait to die!"
As soon as they heard this, everyone present knew that the Great Khan was going to give instructions on the next step of action, and they immediately shouted in unison:
"But please give orders from the Khan!"
The old slave sat at the top, closed his eyes slightly and thought for a moment, then said:
"Huang Taiji, gather your troops and horses under Zhengbai Banner, leave Fushun Pass in three days, and annihilate all the Ming troops in Fushun and Puhe for me!"
"The Xianghong Banner and the Xiangbai Banner are gathered in Saarhu City, ready to support and cooperate with the Zhengbai Banner at any time. As long as Xiong Manzi dares to leave Shenyang City, you will all leave the border to find the opportunity for a decisive battle!"
"Slave takes orders!"
Huang Taiji, Daishan, and Du Du immediately received the military order with fists clasped.
Du Du, like Mang Gurtai, has always harbored a grudge in his heart. The last time he attacked Shenyang, he put up a white flag and killed and wounded more than a thousand armored soldiers!
This time he will definitely find an opportunity to kill the Ming army or Han people to vent his anger!
Mang Gurtai, who had always shouted for fights and kills, surprisingly did not compete with Huang Taiji for the opportunity to go out and fight this time.
Because he also knows that his current strength in Zhenglan Banner is the weakest among the entire Eight Banners. If there is still damage, then his status and right to speak will be in jeopardy.
"Amin, you take people to search the deep mountains and jungles in the north. There are still many savage Jurchen tribes there. Integrate them all and incorporate them into the service of my Eight Banners, Dajin!"
"Slave takes orders!"
Amin was extremely reluctant. He, Sibeile, was really frustrated. The old slave would directly ask him to do any hard work, and when it came to enjoying good things, the other three would have priority. This made him feel
A huge sense of disparity.
The old slave's eyes naturally saw Amin's reluctance, but he had no choice but to let Amin go.
In the past year, Dajin had successively fought against Liaoshen and retreated in defeat each time, resulting in more than 20 casualties among the Eight Banners warriors.
These are still the backbone of the armored soldiers, and the others, Yu Ding and Aha, have not yet been counted.
His original 60,000 Eight Banners warriors now only have 40,000 left. His strength has been greatly reduced. Apart from these 40,000, he has no men left in Dajin.
The Zhenglan and Xianghuang banners, which suffered the heaviest losses, now only have three Jiala troops left, not to mention that the Bianglan, Xiangbai, Xianghong and other flags are not fully organized.
Therefore, he must find a way to replenish these lacking establishments and lost troops.
The best choice is to go to the savage tribes and deep mountains and old forests to capture those young men who make a living by fishing and hunting.
These people have made a living by fishing and hunting since childhood, and have developed good martial arts skills. They are all extremely strong, and their archery skills are also extremely high. He can let them go to the battlefield to fight directly without training.
"Amin, bring all your Zhenglan Banner soldiers and horses. The search area can be as large as you want. I'll give you three months. If you don't have five thousand young men, you don't have to come back to see me!"
"Father Khan, don't worry. This slave will definitely fulfill Father Khan's military orders this time. I will definitely use this contribution to pay for the defeat of Mao Wenlong last time. Thank you Father Khan for giving me the opportunity to make meritorious deeds."
This is Amin's greatest sorrow. The man in front of him is the blood enemy who killed his whole family, but he still has to call him Father Khan and obey his words.
After several Baylor banner leaders each received military orders, this high-level meeting within Jianzhou came to an end. Just as the meeting was about to break up, Fan Wencheng shouted in the corner.
"Great Khan, I have something to say!"
The old slave was not in a good mood now, and he didn't like Han people in the first place, so he didn't show any kindness to him. He just waved his hand casually, gesturing for him to continue.
"According to my opinion, the fatal dilemma and crisis facing our country, Dajin, does not lie in the Ming army's encirclement and blockade, but in its resources, population, and soldiers!"
"The siege of the Ming army is nothing more than chickens and dogs. When Si Beile's iron hooves arrive, they will be able to destroy the old and decay, and defeat the conspiracy of the little emperor and the bear barbarian."
When Nuerhachi heard this, he also felt that it was very reasonable. With this small number of troops, it was impossible to trap Dai Jin. As long as he concentrated his superior troops, he could defeat the Ming Dynasty's intentions in one fell swoop.
So he sat upright, cheered up and signaled Fan Wencheng to continue.
"The Jurchen population of my country, Dajin, is estimated to be over 100,000. Even if all men above twelve and below seventy are incorporated into the Eight Banners, there will only be more than 40,000!"
"With all due respect, if Xiong Manzi is still the manager of Liaodong, it would be simply impossible for me, Da Jin, to conquer Liaoshen with these 40,000 troops!"
Fan Wencheng's words angered the Jianzhou generals present, especially Mang Gurtai, who didn't give him any face and shouted on the spot:
"What are you talking about, you Han bitch? Changming Chao Zhiqi to destroy my power of gold? Ben Beile will chop you with one knife!"
But before Mang Fuertai's sword was unsheathed, he was held down by Huang Taiji on the side.
Fan Wencheng was so frightened by Mang Gurtai's riot that he panicked and fell to the ground, breathing heavily.
"You are too presumptuous. Go and kneel aside. If you dare to offend Mr. Fan again, even if you are the son of Ben Khan, you will not be able to avoid punishment."
When the village was completely quiet, the old slave gave a slow warning and then asked his bodyguard to help Fan Wencheng up.
"I thank the Great Khan. Sanbeile may be unhappy because he hates the Ming army too much. What I just said is indeed inappropriate. Please forgive me, the Great Khan and all generals of Beile!"
Fan Wencheng first bowed his head to the old slave, then turned around and kowtowed to all the Jianzhou people in the village.
In this way, the faces of the old slave and the people present looked a little better.
Huang Taiji, who was standing aside, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. The matter was finally over. What happened to this slave today?
Normally his eloquence and behavior are very good. Why did he say such words at such an important meeting and offend so many people?