Zhang Jiuyan turned his head and looked at Liu Zongmin and Gao Jie with bright eyes.

Suddenly, Zhang Jiuyan burst into laughter, "Yes, without the sun, how can the people live? People cannot live without the sun."

At this moment, Zhang Jiuyan smiled relaxed and happy. The mood, which was just messed up by this imperial edict, was cheerful again at this moment.

Zhang Jiuyan no longer has any hesitation or worries. The world is the world of all people. He cannot get them into the years of war because of his own selfishness.

They were already suffering enough under the oppression of imperial power and could no longer let them suffer.

If Emperor Chongzhen could not tolerate himself, then he would just leave. If the Ming Dynasty could not tolerate himself, then he would just leave the Ming Dynasty.

Where can we go to the world?

As long as the people in the world are well, as long as the Han family is well inherited, as long as there is no more backwardness and humiliation for the three hundred years, what can I do if I suffer a little grievance?

The next day, Zhang Jiuyan summoned the generals again. In front of all the generals, Wang Chengen said that his imperial edict was indeed at the post station and was now looking for it.

Before finding it, everything remained unchanged, and Zhang Jiuyan's authority was still recognized by Emperor Chongzhen.

After hearing Wang Chengen's words, the generals were relieved, no longer felt any guilt or anxiety in their hearts, and devoted themselves to the battle to encircle and annihilate the Tartars.

Time passed day by day, and the 400,000 army surrounded the Tartars, preventing them from escaping.

All the Tartars who tried to escape were eventually killed, and all the Tartars' heads were thrown in the direction of Yongning Gate facing Shenyang City.

Gradually, the Tartars had more and more people, and the piles of people were getting higher and higher, which was scary.

However, because the weather in Liaodong is cold, those heads will not be so easy to rot.

Gradually, these heads were cast into Jingguan, which caused huge psychological pressure on the Tartars in the city, making them unable to sleep peacefully every day.

"How are the morale of my Eight Banners Warriors?"

In the palace, Huang Taiji asked Dai Shan, with a little anxious face, but a little expectation.

How he wished he could hear good news from Daishan's mouth.

At these times, since Zhang Jiuyan's troops arrived at the city, Huang Taiji didn't know what the good news was like, and I remember that there was indeed no good news during this period.

Dai Shan sighed helplessly and said, "The warriors are all indifferent. Last night, a few people screamed wildly, and finally jumped off the city wall and fell to death on the spot."

When Huang Taiji heard this, his face became less and less beautiful. He did not expect that the morale of the military would collapse to this extent.

Dai Shan said again: "The Ming army built Jingguan outside the city. The warriors could not fight, they could not go, they could not make trouble. Every day, they watched Jingguan get higher and higher, and even the best people would go crazy.

King Khan, if it really doesn't work, let's go all out and beat him once."

At this point, Dai Shan insisted on his last attempt.

Because the reality he saw told him that his Eight Banners' capital was getting less and less, and now he might have a chance to fight.

If you don’t fight, the more you drag it, the harder you will have a chance.

Daishan's thoughts are getting stronger and stronger, and he even blames Huang Taiji a little in his heart.

Dai Shanxin said that if the Ming army had gone out of the city to fight directly as soon as it arrived, it would not have reached this point.

Even if they were defeated in the end, the Ming army would be crippled, and at least it would be considered a loss.

But now, it's hard to describe.

Not only Dai Shan, who has this feeling, is Huang Taiji, and that's the same.

Huang Taiji's regret in his heart was not mentioned. He said a thousand words and ten thousand. Who knew that Zhang Jiuyan's fighting style was like this? If he had known it, there would be a ghost if he didn't fight to the death.

Huang Taiji couldn't help but walk out of the palace and rode his horse on the streets of Shenyang.

When Huang Taiji saw the Eight Banners soldiers on the street, all of them were dead. Many of them even sat on the ground, leaning their backs against the wall, looking down on the face.

At this time, they still have the same style as before.

Huang Taiji Dai Shan and the others shook their heads secretly, thinking that how could such a warrior fight?

What Huang Taiji Dai Shan and the others didn't know was that what they saw was pretty good at this time.

At least there is still food to eat now. When they cut off their food, their lifelessness will be replaced by their cruel nature. They will start to snatch food and kill each other for the sake of eating.

The day came soon, and the Tartars began to serve only one meal a day, and the meat began to become less and less, and the complaints of these Tartars became stronger and stronger.

And this is just the beginning, because everyone knows that as time goes by, such things will become more and more serious.

The Tartars are becoming more and more panicked.

So they started to compete for food, although now they can ensure that they do not starve to death.

But the fear of food deficiency and the fear of Ming army in their hearts made them increasingly irritable and increasingly unreasonable.

Even an ordinary Tartar now dares to contradict Niuluo, or even Jialuo, which was unimaginable in the past.

Seeing that Shenyang City began to fall into chaos, Huang Taiji, who should have been most anxious, became at this time.

He even seemed like an outsider, watching all this happen, others were puzzled.

Dai Shan couldn't help asking, and Huang Taiji said, "There is a saying in the art of military affairs of the Han people, that is, the soldiers will win.

We are becoming more and more like a mourner at this time. As long as we all have no way out, perhaps at that time, we will have the ability to compete with the Ming army."

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Huang Taiji strongly made himself rational, "Then what else do we have? Tell Ben Khan."

Dai Shan is speechless.

Yes, the Eight Banners at this time have long lost their former glory. Even if they are all pulled out to fight the Ming army at this time, they will definitely have no chance of winning.

If there is any way to defeat the Ming army, then only Huang Taiji said, the lair will win.

Dai Shan smiled bitterly and said as if he was self-deprecating: "I didn't expect that my Eight Banners were invincible in the world. Now I have to rely on the trick of winning the soldiers to gain some hope.

I don’t know if we should be happy or sad.”

If this sentence is said by others, it will definitely be a loss of mind.

However, Dai Shan’s identity is special, and what he said is reasonable, so Huang Taiji had no way to argue and it was difficult to punish him.

In the end, Huang Taiji just thought it was not heard and laughed it off.
Chapter completed!