If you can't beat him, run north. This is the super move of the nomads.
In the Ming Dynasty, it is true that these people on horseback were beaten until they cried for their fathers and mothers, but there was no way, the entire grassland was their home, the strategy was too long, and it was impossible to completely drive them out by force alone.
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But these Jurchens, who have been in love and fighting with the Ming Empire for decades, are really not considered pure nomads.
So now they are really a little reluctant to let them plunge into the harsh mountains and rivers of the north like the Mongols did back then.
Anyway, Duduo can't accept ten thousand at the moment.
"Brother, is there no other way?"
Duduo said unwillingly: "There is really no other way. Let's just surrender to His Majesty the Emperor. Wasn't it always like this before?"
After the days of eating meat and drinking wine, wearing silk clothes, sleeping in a big house at night, and having maids to warm the bed, how could he bear it if he was forced to sleep in the open like those wild Jurchens, eating hair and drinking blood!
When Dorgon heard this, his head suddenly shook like a rattle: "Absolutely not. Others may be able to do it, but if the other person is really Zhu Hongwu, he will eat us down to the bones."
"Actually, if you think about it, there is really no way!"
"It's just a risk!" Dorgon hesitated and said.
"What can we do?" Duduo's eyes lit up and he asked.
Dorgon walked to the big map and pointed to the edge of the Ming Empire: "Here, if we can occupy this place, it is also an option!"
"North Korea!" Duduo looked at his elder brother in surprise.
"I have received news that civil strife is occurring in North Korea. Do you think that if we suddenly bring tens of thousands of troops over at this time, can we directly take down their capital Seoul?"
"But..., what should we do with the little emperor of Beizhili?" Duduo asked hesitantly.
He really felt in his heart that this strategy was feasible, because the Qing Dynasty had captured North Korea twice, and it was not difficult at all to conquer this country.
However, if you want to attack Seoul by surprise, you must be quick. If you delay, it will be bad if Akito reacts and blocks it.
"At this time, who cares about who else?"
"There is an old saying in Ming Dynasty: When disaster strikes, let's all fly together!"
A glint flashed in Dorgon's eyes: "Just in time, let the little emperor and Hauge attract Mingren's attention, so that we can do things well..."
Three days later.
The Manchu and Qing armies besieging Shenyang suddenly began to attack desperately.
The elites of the Manchu and Qing dynasties transformed into superintendents of battle groups, and besides the slaves and prisoners who were driven by them to attack the city, there were also the elites of the Qing dynasty, those clad slaves who are still loyal to the Qing dynasty to this day.
Even now that they are being pushed onto the battlefield, their faces are still full of disbelief.
They didn't believe that their master would let them join the siege.
"Kill...!" The shouts of "kill" shook the sky, and the roar of cannons echoed throughout the fields. On top of Shenyang City, Tang He and Zhou Yuji finally felt a little pressure.
"Don't panic, we have enough food and grass, rolling logs, hot oil, and golden juice. Just let them come and let them drink a pot!"
"Today we defeated the dog Tatars. I will kill the sheep for you personally. All the people on the top of the city will be fed!" Tang He stood at the top, holding a big knife in his hand, loudly cheering for everyone.
Incited by his tone, the soldiers guarding the city who were a little flustered just now suddenly became energetic again.
"Commander, something is wrong. This enemy is too fierce!"
"Their cannons don't have many shells. They are risking all their money."
"But it stands to reason that the Tatar soldiers from the Manchu Qing Dynasty should also be on the scene at this time, but now they are only supervising the battle. Do they have some conspiracy?" Zhou Yuji reported the situation to Tang He under gunfire.
"Haha, I noticed it too!"
"However, I don't think they have any tricks to play. They will most likely abandon these cannon fodder and run away!" Tang He said, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Escape?" Li Wenzhong, who was also closely observing the Manchu siege movement on the other side, also came to this conclusion.
But the men behind him obviously didn't believe it: "But where can they run?"
"Hey, we didn't know that!"
A glint flashed in Li Wenzhong's eyes: "Let's just do our own thing well and then watch the show..."
The sky is overcast and there is no moon tonight.
The offensive at Shenyang City still shows no sign of slowing down, and is even three times more intense than during the day. It is obvious that the Tatars will not rest day and night.
However, no one noticed that the elite Tatars supervising the battle had disappeared at some point.
"Quick, speed up the march. We must get out of the battlefield as soon as possible before the Ming Dynasty's cavalry reacts!" Dorgon was dressed in black armor, and he was guarded by his own bodyguards at the front, rear and left.
In order to be concealed enough and not attract attention this time, Dorgon only brought 30,000 of the most elite cavalry, one man and two horses, and rushed toward the northeast.
For this reason, he even abandoned some of the Tatar soldiers.
After one day and two nights, they had traveled one hundred and eighty miles.
On the Shenyang battlefield, early the next morning, the soldiers in the Manchu camp were surprised to find that their commander was missing.
Unrest began to spread throughout the camp.
Just at this moment, the sound of horse hooves suddenly rumbled, and Li Wenzhong led the elite cavalry suddenly appeared in the distance and launched a charge towards their camp.
What can you do in such a crisis moment?
"Run away!" Someone finally shouted out everyone's voice, and then the 100,000 people went straight across the sea to show off their magical powers to see who had the greater ability to escape.
"Surrender without killing."
"Everyone squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, anyone who dared to run around would die!"
When Li Wenzhong saw this situation, he immediately dispersed 10,000 elite cavalry and began to capture prisoners in all directions.
These people can't let them run away like this, otherwise countless bandits will appear in Liaodong in the future.
Now Liaodong is short of people. These people are called slaves, and they are good candidates to be slaves to reclaim wasteland and restore production.
"It's over!" Tang He, who was watching the scene outside the city at the top of Shenyang City, laughed.
"Where did Dorgon go with those Tatar elites?" Zhou Yuji next to him asked with a solemn face.
"Haha, how did I know!"
"But I guess Your Majesty must know!"
"Otherwise, this guy Li Wenzhong can just stay here and watch his men capture prisoners?" Tang He said with a grin.
"Your Majesty, Dorgon has entered the burial place we carefully designed for him!"
Two days later, high on the Hengping Mountain Road at the junction of Liaodong and North Korea.
After Zhu Yuanzhang heard Mu Ying's report, he glanced at Dorgon's 30,000 men below who were marching hard on the rugged mountain road, and he laughed and said: "Then let's start, kill them all, leaving no one behind."