The city of Jinzhou is full of fishy smells, and the lobby is no longer as majestic as before. The wooden chip plaques and ubiquitous bullet holes indicate that there has been a bloody battle here.

Everyone held their breath in the lobby, looking at the prisoners in the center of the hall, Wu Sangui, a traitor who knew everyone in the world.

Wu Sangui is nearly forty years old and has no trace of old age. Judging from his appearance alone, he is undoubtedly a handsome man.

Wu Sangui's ancestral home is Gaoyou, and he is the Jiangnan with apricot blossoms and spring rain filled with water; he himself grew up in the frosty Liaodong. The water vapor in the Jiangnan and the long wind outside the border dissolved into his temperament at the same time, making him look beautiful in the north and south. On his fair face, two cheerful eyebrows and a straight nose bridge fully raised the heroic spirit of a man. What is even more striking is the calm and steady atmosphere between the eyebrows, like the quiet water in the deep pool.

Although he was tied up, his waist was straight and his shoulders were not broken at all. Hou Xuanyan stared at Wu Sangui, who was also staring at Hou Xuanyan.

"Wu Sangui, if you have nothing to say to me when you have fallen to this point today?" Hou Xuanyan asked with a smile.

"There is nothing to say about success, king, defeat, bandit."

Wu Sangui once hated Hou Xuanyan deeply, but when he saw it, he could not raise the deep hatred. The past was like clouds, the dust of the past, the hatred of the destruction, and the hatred of taking over the concubine, pale and powerless in the face of this cold reality.

What Wu Sangui wants now is just a quick death.

His eyes tightened and he smiled and said, "I switched and let the Qing soldiers enter the pass. It was Li Zicheng who eliminated him, but now what Hou Xuanyan did is to raise the young emperor and replace him. To be honest, you are the traitor of the Ming Dynasty."

Lee Haoxian drew his sword, jumped into the middle, and shouted angrily: "The dog thief is looking for death!"

"Slow down." Hou Xuanyan stopped him and said with a smile: "He just wanted to anger me in order to make himself die. If you switch to the Ming Dynasty, then there will still be Han throne in Jiangnan. Why did you go to Dorgon's tent to kneel down and shave your hair after the fall of Beijing?"

Lee Haoxian snorted coldly, inserted the sword back into the scabbard, and looked at him slowly retreating back to his seat.

Wu Sangui was not angry when he was exposed, and asked with a smile: "This is Li Haoxian, the surname of Hou, you are lucky."

Hou Xuanyan stood up and said as he walked, "Since the Northern Expedition, you have always been lucky. You know very well what the court in the Jiangnan court is. These civil servants are intrigue and take self-interest as the heaven and the world as the goods. If it weren't for this, they would have a group of Manchu savages, how could they pose a slight threat to China?

There may not be no heroes in Liaodong, but they were all killed. Liaodong is the place where loyal ministers are buried and the best stage for you treacherous heroes.

Shang Kexi, Kong Youde, Geng Zhongming, and you Wu Sangui are not mediocre people. Unfortunately, you are so enchanted by your own desires that you forget your ancestors and serve Jiannu.

If you say I have a bad plan, then I will tell you that the historical records of Hou Xuanyan, who is not called emperor, is to help the world and be a wise minister, and to be called emperor is still to save the emperor from danger and difficulties. You are too far from me..."

Wu Sangui's face was flushed and his eyelids were silent. He was right at all. He was destined to be written into historical books for thousands of years.

Hou Xuanyan waved his hand and after his personal soldiers took Wu Sangui down, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Hou Xuanyan.

What I said just now was clearly meant to be the emperor, and everyone present could hear it clearly.

If you still miss the Ming Dynasty, it depends on who is the emperor. If the person in front of you is replaced, who will be dissatisfied in the army?

Seeing their eyes bright, Hou Xuanyan coughed and asked, "Where are the Tartars like Daishan, Mandahai and Abatai?"

"Daishan committed suicide by defeat, Abatai was shot through his head by a musket, and Mandahai was stabbed to death by the Mo General." Li Haoxian's tone was excited, but not because of this, but because he finally saw Hou Xuanyan's ambition to become emperor.

They are not alone, and there is a group of old subordinates behind them, and these people also need to seek a future for the brothers.

"It's a pity that these Tartars were not captured alive." Hou Xuanyan felt a little regretful, but it would be better if he was beaten to death. In a few years, these people died of illness and old age. That was really heartbreaking.

"Kong Youde was also dead. Seeing that the situation was not good, he hugged Mao Wenlong and Geng Zhongming's tablets and jumped into the fire and burned himself. The former general of Datong, Jiang Xiang, also died. Zhang Yong, the Qing general who defeated the Japanese soldiers in North Korea, was captured. Zhang Xianzhong's three adopted sons were not killed in battle. This battle was like a pocket. Wu Sangui himself opened a secret hole and was blocked by the prince again, causing none of the Qing soldiers to escape. Speaking of which, Wu Sangui has helped us many times."

Now there are still orphans and widows in Shenyang City, and it is time to beat the dogs in the water.

"The Empress Dowager Bumubutai (Xiaozhuang) and Fulin of the Tartars are still in Shenyang, but they have no available soldiers. I am afraid that these people will escape, so I will let the reserve army quickly encircle Shenyang. Even a mouse cannot be released in the past few days."

In the Ming Dynasty, the land of Liaodong was under the jurisdiction of Shandong. Hou Xuanyan intended to build a province here because it was too big and there were many rebellions.

Song Jin has not yet reached the heart of Jiannu, and there is still a large area of ​​land in the north, which has been occupied by them for decades. This is the so-called Manchuria, which probably has most of the Northeast today.

These places have one common feature, that is, there are no big cities and towns, nor are there any passes. It can be imagined that flattening these places is not difficult.

Under Hou Xuanyan's order, 140,000 reserve troops surrounded Shenyang, while the Northern Expedition Army, which had just experienced the bloody battle in Jinzhou, was repaired in Songjin.

It was July, and the bitter cold in Shenyang was no longer there, the sun was shining and the temperature was warming up, and all aspects were good news for the besieged troops.

The Northern Expedition Army was filled with joy. Yuan Zongdi stared at Shenyang City with a knife and said with a smile: "In the past, it was a great contribution to catching a Manchu official. Now he has come to their nest. Haha, brother, our opportunity has come."

Indeed, there are all the remnants of the Aisin Gioro family in the city. Since Nurhaci, they have not enfeoffed the royal family, and all the royal families have been concentrated together.

Shenyang was called Shengjing by the Manchus. It was originally a big city. It was reinforced and repaired by Fan Wencheng and others. Now it is a solid city.

In the palace in the city, the empress dowager hugged Emperor Shunzhi and looked at the eunuchs and palace maids who were in a panic all day long.

"Mom, are we defeated?"

"I lost, I lost all..."

Bumubutai, whose nickname is Da Yu'er, has no wisdom on her face. Now the entire Shengjing Capital is immersed in panic, just like the Jinling City back then.
Chapter completed!