The rain in March is called mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

In Liaodong, it is called Hanyu.

The Eight Banners soldiers, who had no place to shelter from the wind and rain, curled up to each other in the cold rain, snuggling up to keep warm. Some officers hid in the caves dug under their subordinates.

The light rain slowly turned into moderate rain. Although it did not turn into heavy rain, it made the Eight Banners soldiers no longer able to heat up firewood, nor could they cook horse meat.

There is a dead silence above the wilderness.

The Ming army's defense line was also dead silent, but there was a lot of smoke from cooking.

The smoke columns that swelled up in the air and the smell of rice from the air made the Eight Banners soldiers, who were troubled by hunger and cold wind, only tightened their belts.

The Khan's banner is still there and is still fluttering with the cold wind.

Belle and the ministers gathered in the tent under the Khan King. The tent was pieced together with horse skin and flags, and was airtight everywhere, causing Tianming Han, who was lying on the stretcher made of branches, looked pale. Even if he was covered with a big coat with sable fur, he had no warmth on his body.

It has been five days since the stroke.

In the past five days, the Ming army did not launch any attacks, nor did they send people to persuade them to surrender. They looked at the surrounded Eight Banners Army as if they were out of the way.

If it weren't for the previous bloody battle, both sides would have looked like neighbors. However, both neighbors were dumb.

The soldiers of the Ming army and the Eight Banners Army had no communication, and even if they could see each other's existence.

Only a big blue-eyed red-haired ghost always likes to appear in the sight of the Eight Banners soldiers every morning, quite punctual.

Every time this red-haired ghost would erect a tall cross and stand under the cross and gesture with his hands.

Finally, he muttered something to the Eight Banners soldiers, and then there was nothing else.

The Eight Banners Soldiers didn't know what this red-haired ghost was for, but every time this guy appeared, they would make them cowardly, because this guy's behavior looked like a vicious casting.

Li Yongfang knew what the red-haired ghost was doing. He told Erbei Daishan and the others that the guy was not a spellcaster, but a Western foreign devil priest.

What is a priest?

Dai Shan and the others didn't understand, and only after listening to Li Yongfang's explanation did they know. After that, the Eight Banners soldiers all knew that the red-haired ghost who appeared in front of them on time every morning was a monk, and this monk was passing on them for Changshengtian.

It may be piety to heaven or despair of the future. From then on, whenever the red-haired ghosts start their daily crucifixion work with the cross, there will always be a group of Eight Banners soldiers walking to the opposite side in groups and kneeling down. Looking at the red-haired ghosts, they look like they are looking at the shamans of the Jurchens.

Everyone was praying for something silently.

This is the power of faith.

Eunuch Wei commented so.

But the power of faith failed to make Tianming sweat lively, and he was still lying on a stretcher.

The Eight Banners Army had medical officers who followed the army, but most of them were medical officers who were captured Han people to treat bruises and injuries, and help stop bleeding and bandage them, but it would be a bit difficult for them to treat stroke patients.

Moreover, they just got that the Khan King might have been hit by a wind evil.

“What is a stroke?”

Daishan did not understand medical skills, so he had no impression of stroke.

A medical official named Ge explained: "According to the Han people, a stroke is an internal disease caused by the reversal of qi and blood in the brain that overflows the blood in the brain."

The medical official named Ge explained it quite well. After all, he has also studied "Compendium of Materia Medica" and "Treatise on Febrile Diseases", otherwise he would not have gone from a Han slave to a medical official of the Destiny Khan. He was mostly responsible for delivering the baby for several empresses, including the Great Concubine.

Dai Shan probably understood the meaning and asked, "What will happen after a stroke?"

Medical Officer Ge looked at the sweat on the stretcher and whispered: "There are numbness in the limbs, crooked mouth and tongue, and numbness in the body."

Dai Shan raised his eyebrows: "The worst is it?"

Medical Officer Ge hesitated for a while and said truthfully: "In severe cases, it will cause hemiplegia, paralysis, and even life-threatening."

Dai Shan felt ache: "Is Father's sweat light or heavy now?"

"this,"

Medical Officer Ge shook his head, "I can't see it now." Seeing that Er Beile's face changed, he hurriedly said: "The Khan King was suddenly in the wind this time, and the slave and others tried their best to stabilize the Khan King's condition for the time being. If the Khan King wants to recover, it will not be possible."

"Unless what?" Dai Shan grabbed Medical Officer Ge's hand.

Medical Officer Ge said: "Unless you can get medicinal materials for treating stroke, it is best to have high-quality ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum."

When Dai Shan heard this, he hurriedly said, "Then why don't you go get medicine!"

"Two Baylor"

Medical Officer Ge looked embarrassed, and the army was surrounded by a ghost place. Where did he ask him to get medicine?

Dai Shan also woke up. He knew his current situation and did not bother Ge and others. He sighed helplessly and asked them to retreat first.

Outside, the fifth prince Manguertai and the seventh prince Abatai were both there, and the few of them were also very concerned about Ama's body, so they grabbed Medical Officer Ge and the others and asked a lot of questions.

Nurhaci's fourth brother, Yarhaqi, the leader of the Lan Banner of Lingying, glanced outside and whispered to his nephew Dai Shan: "You are a long-term fatigue, too busy, and exhausted your hard work and uneasy, which made the cold air enter the heart and lungs. I'm afraid that even if there is medicine, it will be difficult to treat."

"Fourth Uncle, I know, but Ama is like this now, I am a son." Dai Shan's tears rolled in his eyes.

"You can't blame you for this. If you want to blame, we are not as powerful as our Ming Dynasty." Yarhazi was comforting Dai Shan, but the seventh son Abatai outside rushed in angrily.

"Dragon, if it weren't for you, Ama wouldn't be so ill!"

Abatai never forgets that Daishan gives Ama the so-called secret Joseph to Ama.

Dai Shan frowned: "Lao Qi, what are you talking nonsense? How can I blame me for this?"

"I don't blame anyone!"

Abatai stared at Daishan, Mangourtai, Amin, Degele and other princes also came in. Uh Yidu was there, he was the only one of the four ministers.

Hu Erhan died in Wunu Mountain in battle, He Heli was killed in Abudaligang, and Fei Yingdong was killed in Luotuling. Now 20,000 or 30,000 defeated soldiers were surrounded by the Ming army in this place where birds could not shit. The Khan King was seriously ill and had always been serious. No matter how difficult it was, he was full of confidence in the Khan King, and he didn't know how to face this situation.

"Lao Qi, what's there to say? According to me, it's better to fight with the Ming army than to starve to death here!" Mangourtai's temperament was the strongest among all the brothers except the eldest brother Qianying. Seeing that Ama on the stretcher was still motionless like a dead person, he yelled and rushed out.

Amin grabbed him and shouted, "Do you want Mingjun to cut off another prince's head?"

"What should we do? If this continues, we will die sooner or later!"

Manguertai refused to listen to Amin's dissuasion and insisted on leading troops to fight against the Ming army. Abatai also jumped up and wanted to go with the fifth brother.

Yarhazi was so angry that he stamped his feet and scolded: "Shut up your brothers! You are seriously ill. Now the Eight Banners are in charge of your second brother. Even if you want to fight, it will be your second brother. It's not your turn to speak out!"

After being slapped by the fourth uncle Yarhazi, Manguerta finally calmed down, his forehead was covered with blue veins, and he was in great pain.

Abatai curled his lips and stood there unwillingly, the others were silent.

"Second brother, fifth brother, Ama is awake!"

The youngest Thirteenth Prince Lai Mubu suddenly shouted, everyone was shocked and rushed around.

Sure enough, Ama (King) on ​​the stretcher had opened his eyes at some point and his hands started to move slightly.

After taking a heavy breath for more than a dozen times, Nurhaci could move his upper body, and he struggled to ask his sons to help him up!

Seeing this, everyone was surprised.

"Ama, it's fine if you're fine, it's fine if you're fine!" Degele and Laimub cried in joy, holding their father's sweat's hand and choked.

Yarhazi glared at them and said, "You Ama just woke up. Don't say so much to him, it's better to let him lie down."

As he said that, he wanted to help his elder brother lie down again.

Nurhaci shook his head, first looked at everyone, perhaps because of the absence of a few sons, and a few traces of pain flashed in his eyes.

Afterwards, he said slowly: "I feel much better. I always lie down like this, and good people are lying down and sick."

This sentence is very difficult to say, almost word by word, because his mouth, which was tilted up due to a stroke, was really inconvenient to mouth and tongue, and the words he said sounded strange.

"Father Khan!"

Dai Shan looked at Ama excitedly.

Nurhaci Chaoshan nodded and asked with difficulty: "Where are we?"

"this?"

Daishan did not dare to tell Ama truthfully that the others were still in the encirclement of the Ming army, and hesitated.

Nurhaci knew that the second son was definitely not good. When he saw him, he was just lying on a stretcher and the tent didn't look like a tent, so he immediately knew his current situation.

Then his eyes suddenly became fierce and he looked straight at Daishan: "How many days have we been surrounded?"

"Five days."

Dai Shan murmured, he didn't dare to tell Ama Fei Yingdong about his death.

"Are you five days?"

Nurhaci opened his mouth slightly, looked at Daishan motionlessly, and fell into deep thought.

"Ama, my son is incompetent"

Dai Shan cried and apologized for guilt. His attack on Luotuling was indeed commanded by him. He was wrong no matter what, so many people died.

"I don't blame you,"
Chapter completed!