In the capital, a newsboy was shouting across the street.
"The latest trends in the establishment of slaves. General Zuo killed another thousand people in Daning Guard, and Huang Taiji fled in a panic towards Shenyang. Only less than 20,000 of the 200,000-strong army remained."
Newspapers can be regarded as a must-choose topic for time travellers. Lu Xiao has been working on it for a while. This war made the Ming Newspaper completely popular.
The main reason is that as the official newspaper, the Ming Dynasty Newspaper was able to get the first-hand news about this war as soon as possible. The people in the capital who witnessed the battle to defend the capital were very interested in Huang Taiji who fled in a hurry.
They eagerly wanted to know when the Great Celestial Empire would be able to kill the Tatars.
In the past month, it has been a great pleasure for the people of the capital to hear the news of the Tatars' retreat once a day and to know how many more people he had killed by Zuo Liangyu.
A month of running on the run has left Huang Taiji exhausted physically and mentally. But he has not given up yet, because Shenyang is not far away. Although this city does not have much supplies, it still has some.
In recent years, he has intended to move the capital to Shenyang, so he still attaches great importance to this city. During this southern expedition, he also used this place as his base camp, and of course he reserved a certain amount of spare food and grass.
As long as he is allowed to enter the city and take advantage of Shenyang's city wall, there will naturally be room for maneuver.
When he thought of this, Huang Taiji was filled with energy again. But when he saw his tired soldiers, he felt like his heart was twisting in a knife.
There were 200,000 troops at the time of the expedition, of which 100,000 were elite Tatars. The other 100,000 were partly Han Chinese troops who had surrendered earlier, as well as slave soldiers and soldiers who came to support from Bangzi.
But now!
All the miscellaneous soldiers were completely lost. Of the 100,000 elite Tatars, only 10,000 were left. Moreover, their helmets and armor were abandoned, and their morale was completely lost. This dealt a huge blow to Huang Taiji, who had a high self-esteem.
However, as a generational hero, he quickly adjusted his mentality. After all, hope was right in front of him, so how could he give up.
After another ten days of arduous running, Shenyang City finally appeared in front of him. Looking at the royal flags of the Qing Dynasty on the wall in the distance, Huang Taiji let out a long breath. The heart in his chest finally let go.
That's right, it's all my fault. It's just the Ming army's gossip, but I actually took it seriously.
Arriving at the city gate, Huang Taiji immediately sent someone to call the door.
Because scouts had been sent to inform them in advance, the soldiers guarding the city did not hesitate at all and immediately opened the door to welcome them.
Seeing the city gate open and soldiers filing in, Huang Taiji finally breathed a sigh of relief. In any case, he still saved his last family fortune. At worst, he could return to the old village and lurk for a few years, and then he would still be able to compete in the world.
The soldiers guarding the city were very well prepared and directly brought hot soup and dry food to their comrades. This made the exhausted Tatars deeply moved.
When Huang Taiji saw this, he did not criticize him too much. The soldiers had suffered with him, and they should be allowed to have a good rest at this time.
The city gate was not very spacious, and it would take some time for all the soldiers to enter. Huang Taiji himself was exhausted. However, he still cheered up. He casually called a soldier next to him and asked him to call the generals guarding the city to come over and take orders.
Huang Taiji didn't notice that the soldier glanced at him with a strange look, then turned and left. However, Huang Taiji waited and did not wait until the general came to take the order.
A strange feeling of horror arose in his heart for no reason. He immediately opened his mouth to call his personal guards, but strangely, the personal guards did not respond. At the same time, he actually heard the sound of fighting coming from outside the door.
Huang Taiji ignored his anger and ran out the door. The scene in front of him made him vomit blood on the spot.
His soldiers were being massacred. Those soldiers who had been running around for more than forty days, thinking they could finally rest, were suffering an inhumane massacre.
They had just drank hot soup and eaten something. Just when they were drowsy, a group of cavalry suddenly rushed out of the city and attacked the soldiers who could not stand up.
And Huang Taiji noticed a terrifying phenomenon. That is, the city gate was closed. Only a part of the Tatars entered Shenyang City. And now, the group of people who entered have been brutally massacred. Those outside...
.. Huang Taiji didn’t dare to think any more. He just wanted to know what was going on.
The strange thing is that those killers dressed as Tatar soldiers killed their "colleagues" without restraint. But no one came to kill him.
Soon Huang Taiji saw the problem. Those people were not Tatars at all, not his tribe. Those people were actually Han people. Shenyang City had been captured by the Han people at some point. They even used this to set up a trap.
Trap, lure yourself into the trap.
And just like that, he led his final team members and plunged into this trap that had been laid for who knows how long.
Suddenly, Huang Taiji once again remembered the exchange of words between the soldiers on the capital wall before the siege. Did a Ming army really detour behind his old stronghold? But how did they get there? With so many people, it was impossible to completely avoid them.
His sentry. How on earth did they do it?
This is impossible, absolutely impossible!
How is the old village? Is it possible that he really burned it down?
When Huang Taiji thought that this matter might be true, he felt blood surge all over his body, and he felt like he wanted to vomit blood and die on the spot.
The fighting ended quickly as it started. Thousands of soldiers were massacred by the group of well-prepared killers in just one stick of incense.
He even saw several of his personal guards desperately trying to break out of the encirclement, trying to protect him. But then they were chopped down to the ground by a young man holding a long knife.
When the last guard fell, Huang Taiji found that everyone was looking at him, as if waiting for something.
Huang Taiji also vaguely felt something. He looked into the crowd. There was a young man walking over there.
Everyone was making way for him, and the admiration and admiration in the eyes of those soldiers almost overflowed. Huang Taiji was very familiar with this look. Once upon a time, his subordinates also looked at him like this. But now...
..
He didn't even need to guess who the person in front of him was. There was no doubt that this was the Ming army general named Lu Xiao. He had never seen that person before. But throughout the southern expedition, his shadow was everywhere.
people.
Huang Taiji calmed down and opened his mouth.
"Lu Xiao, you are also a hero of this generation. Can't you see that the Ming Dynasty is already declining. I, the Qing Dynasty, will be the future co-owner of the world. You have the talent to manage the world, and I am the destined emperor. If we practice together, the world is in our hands.
What do you think?"
Lu Xiao said nothing, but looked at Huang Taiji with a strange look.
After a long time, he spoke.
"To conquer the world, you need people. Your soldiers are all dead."
"This is just a temporary defeat. As long as I can return to the old village, I can build a strong army in less than ten years. As long as you..."
"There is no more old village." Lu Xiao interrupted Huang Taiji and said something that allowed Huang Taiji to directly break his defense.
"Your old village has been turned into ashes, including all the surrounding villages, all the fertile fields, and the mountains and forests that you have relied on for generations to survive. Everything has been turned into ashes. I burned it!
"
Huang Taiji felt a sweet sensation in his throat, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell directly to the ground.
Suddenly, he even heard Lu Xiao whispering in his ear.
"Listen, these screams are the last Tatars outside the city, being strangled by the Ming army. Your Majesty, you will soon be the last Tatar in the world!"
