Huang Taiji became entangled. If he agreed, he would become Emperor Ming's sword. If he didn't agree, the tribe would disappear.

Do you agree? If I agree, I can still live and lead everyone to the west. However, this road is destined to be full of bumps and thorns, and it is destined to be bloody. I don’t know how many people will die on the road.

Yes, many people will die. Aobai is going to die, Azig is going to die, Jierhalang is going to die, Yue Tuo is going to die, Dorgon is going to die, Hai Lanzhu... is going to die too, many people will die on this road.

.

Since people are destined to die, why bother? And they died in a poor place like the Gobi grassland. Although Emperor Ming destroyed the tribe, he was not a murderer. The remaining tribesmen might still be able to survive. Hai Lanzhu also

If she could survive, with her beauty, she might still be able to live a good life.

Thinking of this, his heart calmed down.

"Kill me!" Huang Taiji closed his eyes and made a decision.

"Oh, kill you?" Zhu Youxiao looked at him with a smile. This answer did not exceed his expectations. How could Huang Taiji, a great leader of the generation, become someone else's puppet for others to drive around?

"Aren't you thinking about it?" Zhu Youxiao continued to ask.

Huang Taiji raised his head and stared at Emperor Ming carefully. The other person's smile made him a little scared, but he still shook his head firmly and repeated, "Kill me!"

After saying that, he closed his eyes again, looking like he didn't want to talk.

"Haha, take him down and take good care of him." Zhu Youxiao didn't say anything more, but just asked people to take Huang Taiji down.

Then he looked at the circle of generals surrounding him and issued the final order, "Send out the entire army and crush the Jurchens."

"Yes!" the generals responded loudly.

Then, the entire army set off and pounced on Qiqihar like a tiger descending a mountain.

Whether they are nomadic peoples or fishing and hunting peoples, they are not good at building cities and do not have this habit. Therefore, in thousands of years, only two cities have appeared on the Mongolian grasslands, and they are both on flat land with no passes to handle.

Above, the same is true for the Qiqihar city built by the Jurchens.

It is located on the river bank, which is convenient for the tribe to drink water. It is surrounded by a flat area with no danger. What's more important is that their city, or village, is entirely made of wood, not stone.

With this walled city as the center, a large number of people gathered, distributed within a dozen miles. Everyone was lazily nesting in the shacks, lying in a daze. Everyone went hunting or chopping wood and fetching water.

, those who stayed here were all women, children and Horqin's old and weak. When Jianzhou Jurchen abandoned the old and weak, Horqin was not there, so they had enough time to take them away.

The entire area was completely like a scene after a catastrophe, silent and lifeless. Theme 1: When Zhu Youxiao's large army came on horseback, the city became a little lively. Many people got up and looked around.

, they secretly felt in their hearts that this voice was different from the one brought out by Dahan, it was much louder.

Soon, the different colors of clothing and flags of the Ming army appeared in their field of vision, and the rumble of horse hooves was like a torrent, rushing toward them diagonally.

"Enemy attack!" This thought came to many people's minds in vain.

However, they didn't know what to do. In order to maintain order, Qing Xiang, who had stayed behind, wanted to rush forward to stop him. As soon as his body moved, he was held back by relatives nearby.

There were also some former Mongolian aristocratic leaders who still kept their horses. When they saw something was wrong, they immediately got on their horses and tried to escape. However, before they could run a few steps, there was a loud gunshot and the escaping people were shot down.

Of course, some of those who managed to escape were immediately hunted down by scouts.

However, apart from these, the gathering place was surprisingly calm, and the soldiers took over the order without any obstruction at all, without any difficulty.

Of course, this is only on the edge. The closer you get to the center, the greater the resistance, the more resistance, and the more regular soldiers staying here, until a fierce battle broke out at the Qiqihar Walled City.

Those who can live here are the core of the Jianzhou Jurchens, the nobles of Horqin, the chiefs, Beile, Taiji and so on. They themselves have noble status, authority and great prestige. In addition to the 38,000 banner soldiers who stayed behind,

, they actually raised 20,000 Qingzhuang to help defend.

Facing the walled city full of people and countless defensive materials, Zhu Youxiao just smiled scornfully. They were still following the routine of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. Don't you know that the Ming Dynasty has already developed into the age of firearms. Who can fight with you stupidly?

Manpower?

"Get on the cannon!"

Soon, hundreds of mortars were laid out, with their stubby muzzles pointing towards the sky. But for some reason, seeing so many of them together, this stout guy always made people unconscious.

It's tight, and I feel a little chilly in my heart.

"fire!"

Boom! Boom! Boom boom boom!

Hundreds of cannons were fired at the same time. After the cylindrical shells were removed from the barrels, they began to roll in the sky. After crossing a parabola, they landed around the wall of the stockade.

Boom!

I remembered the violent explosion when I landed alone.

Zhu Youxiao's various productions are developing in the direction of modularization. For example, this cannon has a scale on the fuse, and there is also a scale on the mortar bracket. When the elevation angle is small, a section of the fuse is cut off.

, so matched with each other, an explosion will occur about three seconds after the shell is launched.

The power of the explosion of hundreds of oversized grenades stunned the Jurchens defending the city for a moment, but before they could react, hundreds more were launched, and another violent rumbling sounded.

"Oh my God!" They reacted at this time. Qing Xiang was the first to run away. The soldiers were better and knew how to find more places, but these actions were useless in front of the cannons that were being used together.

The roaring explosion lasted for ten rounds. Zhu Youxiao didn't care about consumption at all, but wanted to deeply engrave the power of this divine punishment on the surrounding Jurchen prisoners. These people will eventually be released,

And their opinions will affect others around them and the next generation.

After these impressions were solidified, this tribe did not dare to do anything with the Han people for hundreds of years. But looking at the awe-inspiring eyes of the Jurchens, Zhu Youxiao knew that he had succeeded in establishing his authority.

Thick gunpowder smoke filled the sky over the walled city. When the smoke dissipated, what appeared in front of everyone was a ruin-like scene, with collapsed timber, blazing flames, and fallen corpses. No matter how you looked at it, it was a scene of doomsday.

Due to Zhu Youxiao's deliberate control, these ten rounds of volleys were placed near the city wall instead of extending towards the inside. He was afraid of killing Hai Lanzhu, otherwise he would not have the leverage to force Huang Taiji. If there were more

Dorgon has grown up, and it's okay to have him, but it's a pity that Dorgon is just a ten-year-old kid now, and there's not much he can do.

"Enter the city!"

The entire village is quite simple, just a few wooden houses. After the bombing just now, the army has long been scattered, and only some generals, Beiletai and those around him, still have some resistance.

Sure enough, after the heavy infantry acted as human shields and entered these houses, fierce shouts of killing soon broke out. The musketeers heard at the back door immediately provided support. The gunfire continued, but it soon calmed down.

Obviously this kind of resistance did not last long and was of low quality, so it was suppressed in no time.

"Your Majesty, Qiqihar has been controlled and everyone is being escorted." About half an hour later, Zhang Shize came to report.

"Well, bring them here!" Soon, a large group of people were escorted by soldiers. Heavy infantry wearing heavy armor and holding swords pressed them down, while groups of musketeers were on guard outside.

As long as anyone does something wrong, shoot him immediately.

The accuracy of the musket within ten meters can still be trusted.

The group of people in front of them, including elderly people, young children, women in fairly gorgeous clothes, and generals and nobles covered in dust. Obviously, they are the core of this tribe, the family members and relatives of Huang Taiji.

Zhu Youxiao was dressed in a military uniform, and his clothing was no different from the soldiers around him. The only difference was the rank mark on his shoulder. The others were all stars, but he was different. It was a dragon pattern. And from his condensed

Judging from his demeanor and the respectful attitude of those around him, this person's status is of great importance.

Soon, thinking of the commander-in-chief of the Ming Dynasty army, someone guessed Zhu Youxiao's identity.

"Are you the emperor of the Ming Dynasty?" Soon, an unusually stout man dressed as a general asked harshly. The disrespect in his tone made the surrounding soldiers glare at him, but he didn't notice and still stared at him.

Written by Zhu Youxiao.

"Yes, I am Zhu Youxiao, the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. Who are you?" Zhu Youxiao walked up to him and asked.

"You despicable villain, you are not a man with firearms. I won't accept it, I won't accept it!" Obai struggled and roared. He was tied up with a rope, and his struggle was in vain.

"Haha, if you don't accept it, who do you think you are? I want you to accept it!" Hearing these remarks, Zhu Youxiao sneered in vain. Without saying a word, he took out the blunderbuss from his waist, opened the safety cover, and took a shot at Ao Bai.

His head was just a shot.

boom!

Dou Da's head was directly shot at close range. The huge lead bullet directly opened Obai's skull, and the slurry inside splashed out, all red and white on the others.

The scene was peaceful, and all the prisoners stared blankly, completely frightened by Zhu Youxiao's sharp and decisive methods. The prisoners didn't say a word and just killed them.

Zhu Youxiao said nothing and returned to his position. Only the Han people could comment on what he did. These foreigners were not qualified to speak.

ah!

When he returned to his position, screams started to sound one after another. The high-pitched and harsh sounds made Zhu Youxiao feel irritable.

"Shut up!"

His words were very effective, and the people suddenly became quiet. Many people could not control themselves, but they were afraid that Zhu Youxiao would start the killing spree, so they directly covered their mouths with their hands, whimpering and choking silently.

"Who is Hai Lanzhu?" Zhu Youxiao looked at the miserable situation of these Jurchen nobles with great interest. This phenomenon gave him a sense of historical revenge. There was only a sense of guilt, but there was no trace of it. They

It has been done to the Han people, but nothing worse than this.
Chapter completed!