Zuixian Tower, the empty main hall.

As the immortal master left with all the emperors and princes, except for the pity for the beauty, only Abiao sat alone in the seat.

Alone.

However.

Compared with the previous loneliness, Abiao was obviously mentally prepared this time. Not only did he have a strong look on his face, he even had a somewhat calm smile.

Abiao Story: How can secular people understand that loneliness is the most beautiful fireworks in the world.

"Ah? Your Highness, why did the master leave you behind again?"

Xiyu was cleaning up the remaining watermelon rinds on the table next to each other. When she moved to the table next to Abiao, she saw Abiao taking a deep breath and preparing to write a summary of the war, and subconsciously said something.

Lianxiang on the side was slightly startled, and quickly stepped forward to pull Xiyu away.

"To cherish jade, don't talk nonsense."

Xiyu also reacted instantly and quickly saluted Abiao with a somewhat apologetic look on her face.

The two girls walked a few steps away and looked at His Royal Highness from behind.

It is vaguely visible that A Biao's shoulders are shaking.

The defense is broken.

…………………………

Wanli Time and Space.

Shenyang, Liaodong Province, the place where the army that conquered the slaves returned home.

Dawn breaks once again, and a few rays of morning light break through the thick heavy clouds and fall on this land.

In the suburban school grounds of this small town, several large prisoner of war camps were temporarily set up to hold Jurchen prisoners of war. The pigtails inside all looked depressed, waiting for their unknown fate.

The number of Jurchen prisoners of war imprisoned is actually not that many.

This is really thanks to Chang Yuchun’s quick hands.

First, more than 6,000 Nurhachi's cavalry were captured, and later, together with the West Route Army and the North Route Army, Nurhachi's 30,000 main infantry were defeated under an encirclement and attack, and the number of prisoners was about 17,000.

Added up one after another, there are more than 24,000 people in total.

At Chang Shiwan's order, more than 24,000 Jurchen pigtails, except for the Houjin nobles of Huang Taiji's level, were all beheaded, and their heads were chopped off as military exploits for the soldiers.

Wang Yangming tried to stop this.

After all, although Sage Yangming was extremely cunning on the battlefield, once the war was over, he was still unwilling to kill more people.

But obviously, in the eyes of Chang Shiwan, the most powerful general who founded the country, Wang Yangming, a later saint, is not ranked high. It can be said that except for Lao Zhu’s will and Xu Da’s suggestion, no one can speak in front of Chang Yuchun. None of it works.

As for the blackening of Zhu Qizhen.

He didn't care about the life or death of these prisoners at all. If he hadn't been too tired from chopping people (both machetes had curled blades), plus he was a little injured, he would have even wanted to go up and chop a few of them himself.< /p>

As a result, the only prisoners of war who were brought back to Shenyang were actually the Eight Banners Guards who followed Nurhachi back to Hetuala, and the tens of thousands of Jurchen braids in the city of Hetuala.

It’s probably just over ten thousand.

Of course, these prisoner-of-war camps were used to hold ordinary prisoners.

Those princes and nobles of the Later Jin Dynasty, all of whom had high status, naturally had to be treated differently and were locked up separately, and in a very special place.

The arena in the school field.

Along the entire square arena, which is five feet long and wide, there are cages one after another, each spaced about half a foot apart.

Including Nurhachi, Huang Taiji, Mang Gurtai and the five ministers, each person has an independent room.

Enjoy luxury and aristocratic treatment.

The bodies of these braided nobles were locked in cages, with handcuffs and leg irons, but their heads were outside the cage, and they could not even drink water.

Moreover, the whole person was kneeling. Due to the height limit of the cage, he could not stand up at all.

"Father, you must cheer up!"

"Even if Hetuala is lost, I, the Jurchen, still have other tribes and hundreds of thousands of tribesmen loyal to Father Khan. As long as Father Khan can escape and as long as Father Khan can survive, there will definitely be a chance to make a comeback."

In the iron cage in the middle, Nurha's bare hands and feet were tightly shackled with heavy shackles, her hair was disheveled, and she looked depressed.

Of course, compared to the physical pain at this moment, the inner suffering is even more torture.

When he led the remnant army to the city of Hetuala, he found that his hometown had been raided, when he found that no matter how hard he beat him, he couldn't wake himself up, when he was forced to accept that he had indeed been ruthlessly played and ravaged by a bunch of "ancestors of the Ming Dynasty" After some time.

His spirit and will completely fell into depression.

Niang Xipi, you are so bullying!

This is definitely bullying my old slave, no one in my family has any ancestors!

"Comeback."

The old slave listened to his son Huang Taiji's words and sneered at the corner of his mouth. He just thought it was an uninteresting joke. He had already become a prisoner of such a subordinate. He had lost all his underwear. How could he talk about it? , another hammer.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the wisps of sunlight breaking through the clouds.

The heavy snow is still falling.

From the beginning to the end of this battle, the heavy snow seemed to never stop.

"This year's snow has been falling for a really long time."

He is already sixty years old this year. As the saying goes, people become rarer when they reach sixty.

At this age, among ordinary people, they are already old enough to live in retirement.

"Great Khan, there are craftsmen we have arranged in advance in Shenyang City. If we are in trouble, none of these craftsmen will be able to survive. They will definitely find a way to rescue the Khan."

"Khan must hold on, don't let your heart despair!"

There was excitement in his words, and the speaker was Niu Gulu Eyidu, one of the five ministers. He had a big beard. This old boy started his business following Nurhachi at the age of thirteen, and he definitely belongs to the early investment group.

The surname Niu Colu is familiar to many people in later generations.

This is mainly due to the women of Niu Gulu, each one is more powerful than the other.

There were only about twenty queens in the entire Qing Dynasty, but the Niu Gulu family alone had six queens, occupying a quarter of them.

For example, Kangxi’s wife, Empress Xiao Zhaoren.

Another example is Qianlong's mother, Empress Xiaoshengxian, and thanks to the second creation of film and television dramas, she also has a very foreign nickname, Huan Huan.

Nurhachi glanced at this old brother who was three years younger than him. He was thinking, even if he really escaped from this cage, what would happen?

The Ming dynasty is so stubborn that it took two hundred years of imperial rule to get a wild boar skin like itself that has not yet developed.

And since you can do it to yourself the first time, who can guarantee whether you will do it to yourself the second time?

Is it possible that after another twenty years of hard work and a comeback at the age of eighty, I will be imprisoned in this miserable place again? Is it possible that I will be teased and humiliated mercilessly again?

Now Nurhaci feels like laughing when he thinks back to this battle and his experiences in the past few days.

I am like a monkey, being fooled from beginning to end.

And his intuition told him.

The person who was playing tricks on him like this was definitely not anyone in the Five-Road Army, but the people behind the Five-Road Army, the people who really made strategic arrangements for the Five-Road Army.

"Er Yidu."

Nurhachi looked at Niu Gulu Eyidu, who was separated from him by a cage, and asked.

"Who is the commander of the Ming army in this battle?"

The words fell.

Huang Taiji, Mang Gurtai and other Beile who were imprisoned on the left and right sides of Nurhachi all looked stunned.

Because the issue of the Ming army’s commander-in-chief had been discussed in the Yamen before the troops were sent out, and there was no objection to the fact that Zhu Changluo, the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, was the Ming army’s commander-in-chief.

After all, for the Crown Prince of Ming Dynasty to be the commander-in-chief, this standard is already extremely high.

"It's absolutely impossible to be the prince of the Ming Dynasty."

"Although I have never met Zhu Changluo, this son has never been favored by Wanli, let alone such an outstanding talent."

Nurhachi took a deep breath.

He absolutely did not believe that he would be defeated in the hands of such a Ming Dynasty prince who had not even read a book for several years. Now he carefully reviewed it and found that the person who formulated this strategy had both military talent and strategic skills.

Meticulous and sophisticated, unparalleled in ancient and modern times.

Every step I make is calculated with extreme precision.

One step at a time, one pitfall after another, and pitfalls can kill people.

"Father, someone is coming."

Mang Gurtai said anxiously.

All the braided nobles, including Nurhachi, looked at him after hearing this.
To be continued...