"Xiao Dezi, summon the remaining banner masters of the Eight Banners of the Chinese Army, the minor banner masters, and all the Han troops to come over to discuss matters."

"Scum."

The eunuch who was waiting outside heard Huang Taiji's voice, responded, left, and then ordered his younger sons to continue communicating.

"Sir, how reliable do you think the iron car mentioned in the letter is?"

"Back to the emperor, I have never seen or stopped in the Ming Dynasty before. Even if it is recorded in ancient books, it is just a wooden cow and a stray horse, and there is no iron chariot.

But judging from the contents of recent letters, the mysterious royal company in the capital does have many magical things.

According to a letter from a merchant in Datong, they have also obtained a two-wheeled vehicle that can be ridden by one person and requires pedaling, and is being transported to the capital.

Therefore, I believe that this kind of iron cart should have several people surrounding the iron sheet and pedaling inside.

As for what the letter said about traveling faster than a horse, I think it is an exaggeration. Although the intelligence requirements are accurate, I do not rule out the possibility that the people below may add a little more polish for the sake of credit."

"I understand, the iron chariot of the Ming Dynasty is actually a shield chariot stolen from me?

This would be troublesome, as the shield car has strong protection against firearms and can resist cavalry.

The weapons of the Ming army are already sharper than ours. With the addition of shield vehicles, wouldn't they be invincible?

Ah! Chongzhen child, shameless! Shameless!"

Only then did Huang Taiji realize that the iron chariot was so tall. It was because he had secretly learned his special weapon, the shield chariot.

The shield carts were separated by wooden planks, sand and stones, and then wrapped in wet quilts. They were invulnerable to water and fire, and would not be scattered when hit by muskets and artillery. The cavalry charged and hit the wall and were stagnant. This was their great treasure in fighting the Ming army.

After the Qing Dynasty conquered the world, in order to prevent outsiders from learning from it, they also concealed their shield chariots, just to avoid being restrained by their cavalry.

"Fortunately, according to the letter, the Ming army only carried twenty of these iron shield vehicles. With hundreds of thousands of people spreading across the battlefield, the effect of twenty shield vehicles was minimal."

"It seems that the progress will be accelerated. This time, the main force of the Ming army must be completely buried in Jinzhou. Otherwise, it will be difficult to deal with Chongzhen's son after he recovers. This kid is getting better and better."

"Your Majesty, don't worry. Have you forgotten about the imperial examination in the Royal Army? It is estimated that there will be more people in the Ming Dynasty who want Chongzhen's son to die than the total number of people in the Qing Dynasty."

After listening to Fan Wencheng's words, Huang Taiji also remembered and laughed happily.

"Yes, Chongzhen's son wanted to struggle, but he didn't even look at how bad the Ming Dynasty had become.

Why not let me, the Qing Dynasty, come and kill those officials of the Ming Dynasty. If they are disobedient? Will they be obedient if their heads are cut off?

It's pitiful to be surrounded by such a bunch of rotten people."

"Brother Emperor... er, Your Majesty, I have come as soon as you summoned me."

Because of the shield car, Huang Taiji's anger towards Chongzhen turned into pity. While they were chatting, Dorgon opened the tent door and came in. He originally called him "Emperor Brother" casually, but when he saw Fan Wencheng and Hauge were there, he changed his official title.

"Dorgon, please sit down first and wait until the Eight Banners arrive."

After Huangtaiji asked Dorgon to sit down, he stopped talking to Fan Wencheng. He drank tea and began to think quietly about what to say later.

After a while, the banner leader of the Eight Banners might be in a camp far away and could not come for the time being, but they arrived together with the small banner leader who was guarding Huangtaiji and the Han general.

People in military uniforms lined up in the courtyard and knelt down to salute Huang Taiji who was sitting at the door.

"Long live my emperor! Long live! Long live!"

"I received news today that Chongzhen's son is about to change his coach before the battle.

This is our opportunity to end this battle and completely seize Liaodong. Everyone should restrain their subordinates and wait for orders at any time to encircle the Ming army.

Daishan, Dudu, Dorgon."

"I'm here."

"You and I will lead the Five Banners troops and horses to surround the Songshan camp and let the Ming army continue to besiege Songshan. I see how they can fight me when their food road is cut off.

Azig, Hauge, and Jilhalang, you set out tonight to Xingshan, preparing to ambush that Royal Army, and then turn around to attack the Ming Army's back yard."

Looking at the arranged Eight Banners, Huang Taiji felt that nothing had been arranged yet.

"Your Majesty, Jinzhou."

Fan Wencheng's whispered reminder made Huangtai Ji think about it, and he looked at the next circle of people, and finally looked at his biological son Hauge.

"Hauge, you divide it into ten oxen and guard Jinzhou with the Han army, and build more shield chariots.

Abatai, lead the remaining Zhenglan Banner soldiers, together with Duoyi Jierhalang, to intercept the Xingshan Ming Army and take action tomorrow."

Huangtaiji made arrangements based on past experiences, and I feel pretty good.

In his opinion, no matter how anxious Sun Chuanting is, he can't be out of breath. He should just send troops here today!

After the arrangements were completed, Huangtaiji breathed a sigh of relief.

Jinzhou.

Zu Dashou was lying in the yard, holding a cattail leaf fan with a look of despair on his face.

"Commander, Jianu hasn't attacked the city in the past few days. It's a bit strange."

"What's weird? He attacks the city every day, but he can't even defend Songshan."

After listening to Zu Malong's words, Zu Dashou said angrily that he now felt like a turtle in a man's body.

The turtle catcher didn't dare to catch him because he was afraid of reaching out and being bitten, but he didn't dare to go out either.

It's not that they haven't tried to break out, but after Huangtaiji came, the camp here was more closely guarded, and he had no chance to escape.

"It's really sad. When will it end?

By the way, what are Wang Heihu and the others doing recently?"

"They have been quite honest recently and just keep the food."

"It's not enough to just keep food."

Zu Dashou stroked his beard and felt that he had to find something for Wang Heihu and the others to do to consume their energy.

Capital.

After the drone dropped supplies and a signal station in Songshan, Chongzhen asked Wang Chengen to drive the drone to a higher altitude and fly over Songshan in Xingshan.

Then he flew over the Huangtaiji camp where a meeting was taking place, and saw Zu Dashou, who was waving his cattail leaf fan, flying all the way towards Shengjing.

"Lao Zhu, haven't you come to your senses yet?"

"Ah? Shopkeeper, you said this, I am indeed a little touched.

This is the first time in so many years that I have directly issued a conquest order to the soldiers. This feeling is very strange."

Although he was not directly at the scene, the images sent back by the drone and the cheering sergeants below still gave Chongzhen an immersive feeling.

"Shop owner, if Shengjing is bombed and the whole Shengjing is burned down, will there be any bad effects?"

Chen Ye listened to Chongzhen's questions, touched his chin, and hesitated a little.

As the capital of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, Shengjing had many civilians and a very large population.

This is not to say that the Virgin is having an attack, but simply speaking from future historical records, this kind of indiscriminate attack is very dark and smelly.

Chongzhen also thought of this, so he started to hesitate now.

"Well, let's take pictures of more important military facilities first, as well as granaries. Then fly lower and deliver them as accurately as possible."

"Would flying lower affect the drone? I think it's not good to fly too low. What if the explosion hurts the drone? A slave's life is not worth as much as a drone."

"Well, let's finish the filming first and decide later."

"Yeah, that's right too."

Chongzhen and Chen Ye decided to procrastinate and hesitate a little to find a perfect plan.

After the drone passed through the no-man's land of Liaohetao in Mongolia, the Manchu and Qing Dynasty's sphere of influence appeared, and the patches of farmland showed that Huangtaiji's governance level was still good.

"Your Majesty, starting from Ningyuan, we have flown over 250 miles. The area ahead should be the Shenyang Central Guards Station."

Wang Chengen's voice made both Chen Ye and Chongzhen look at the screen.

The drone continued to fly in the air, and there was an obvious gap in vegetation on the left front, and there were more acres of farmland.

"It should be this one, fly down and have a look."

Chen Ye moved closer to the screen. From this 360P screen, it was really impossible to see too many details clearly.

As the perspective gets closer, a bustling and lively town appears compared to Ningyuan Jinzhou.

Chen Ye and Chongzhen just took a look and decided.

"That's right, this is it."

"It must be this. The capital of Liaodong is barren, and only Huangtaiji's lair can be so prosperous and crowded."

As the height of the drone decreases, the city of Shengjing can be clearly seen with 360P resolution at an altitude of 150 meters.

"There is an area in the empty space, but there is a chart in the empty space?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, the construction of this city is not as good as that of the outer city. It is still not possible to build slaves. The gold and jade are ruined on the outside."

When Chongzhen heard Chen Ye's comments, he also said with a click of his tongue that he was embarrassed by the mess in the outer city of the capital, but he didn't expect that Shengjing would be even more messy.

Low thatched houses are everywhere, and various tents are mixed in. Obviously, the Jurchens still need some time to adapt to changing from savages to urban residents.
To be continued...