"The elite of the Tartars are coming out! I'm afraid there are 100,000 people?" Seeing the smoke and dust rising from the cavalry under the city and the flags waving in the wind, all the civil and military officials following Chen Long were frightened. The Jurchens' dissatisfied with the invincible statement were engraved in their bones. Now there are more than tens of thousands of Tartars under the city, what should I do?

"Then are there 100,000?" Chen Long sneered. He was a commander of more than 100,000 troops. He took a telescope and estimated the number of the Qing Dynasty's Tartars. Besides, just the population of the Tartars, how could it be possible to gather 100,000 troops? If the 100,000 troops really came, it would be better if they defeated them all at once, and the Tartars would kneel down completely.

"Your Majesty, please summon the army to serve the king quickly!" Seeing this scene, someone mentioned the old saying again. The defenders in the city alone could not stop these army. They knew the virtues of the Jing camp. Oh, maybe Sun Chengzong could serve the king without using imperial edicts because he had the responsibility to guard against the Tartars, but Sun Chengzong and the Jing camp were probably far from enough?

"Don't be clamoring, I have a plan. If Huang Taiji comes this time, don't think about leaving!" Not to mention that the four guards of Tengxiang have been trained, it is not a problem to rely on the eunuchs under his command to assassinate Huang Taiji. Huang Taiji is dead, Dai Shan, Amin, Manguertai and others still have the intention to fight? I'm afraid they will compete with Dorgon and others for the throne of Khan immediately? Therefore, Chen Long was full of confidence in the victory of this battle.

"Duke of England, ordered people to beat drums and cheer. If they could block the Tartars, I would be rewarded!" Chen Long was too lazy to pay attention to these civil servants, and ordered Zhang Weixian and other military generals to come.

"Your Majesty, it's better to issue an order to help the king quickly. Jingying... Jingying would probably not be able to stop the Tartars!" Zhang Weixian was also a little panicked.

"Oh? Is that?" Chen Long's eyes were like lightning, staring at Zhang Weixian fiercely, "Duke of England, why can my Ming Dynasty's nobles stay with the country and enjoy more than two hundred years of wealth? Do you still know?"

"It's because our ancestors have made little contributions. Taizu and Chengzu treat us well, and... We are also the nobles who are able to lead troops to fight and fight for the Ming Dynasty..." The British Duke didn't dare to look at Chen Long's eyes at all. He was frightened. Why did His Majesty, who seemed a little mediocre in the past, actually make people so scary today?

"Haha, do you know?" Chen Long sneered, "Then tell me, if the nobles can't even fight, what's the use of me wanting you? It would be fine if I block the Tartars this time. If I can't stop them, you rich and honored for more than two hundred years will be broken from you! Come and tell me, can you block the Tartars?"

Hula, the nobles at the scene fell to their knees. They felt Chen Long's anger, but they were more angry than fear. What do you mean, aren't the country of your Zhu family defeated by our ancestors? Now that the enemy is in front of you, are you planning to kill the donkey? They have taken their wealth for granted for granted for a long time, and have never thought about what they did for the Ming Dynasty in the past two hundred years?

And even if you are dissatisfied with me, you don’t have to say that you are so red fruit, right? This is the emperor’s demeanor! But the nobles of the Ming Dynasty had long been interrupted by civil servants. Even if Chen Long said that, they would not dare to refute it.

"Old minister... Even if the old minister sacrifices his life, he will still block the Tartars!" Finally, Zhang Weixian still had some backbone and tried his best to support him. He understood that since the emperor's golden mouth was already open, if they couldn't fight well this time, they would be over; well, in fact, if they couldn't win, the emperor would not have to take action, and the Tartars outside the city could not let them go!

"The British Duke still has some of the backbone of his ancestors!" Chen Long's eyes swept over the nobles one by one, "I will put my words here today. After repelling the Tartars, I will verify the performance of others in this battle. Those who are timid and dare not fight in everything, those who escape at the battle and those who violate military discipline will be gone."

"Of course, if anyone fights well, I will not be stingy with the reward. The ancestors were the Count's Marquis, and the ancestors were the marquis, and the wealth of your ancestors was all achieved with one sword and one shot. Now it's yours!"

After scolding the nobles, Chen Long cursed the civil servants again, "You will remember it for me. I don't care. I dare not deduct the drift from now on. I can peel the skin and solid grass back then, so can I!"

"Duke of Britain, order people to cheer!" Shortly after Chen Long's order, the walls of the capital immediately sounded intense drums. Under Shen Long's coercion and inspired by the silver brought out from the Ministry of Revenue and the inner treasury, the soldiers in the Beijing camp finally showed some fighting spirit.

Huang Taiji, who was outside the city, heard the drums, and a sense of ominousness surged in his heart. He immediately ordered the Eight Banners soldiers to drive away the Mongolian troops and start siege.

However, the Tartars were not very good at siegeing the city. In the past, the Ming army had either scared away the city in Liaodong, or they used their internal forces to open the city gate. Now, the walls of the capital are thicker than those outside the city, and the fine works in the city have been cleaned up by the Jinyiwei and the East Factory, so they can only fight.

The defenders were condescending, and Chen Long stood in the most conspicuous place in the most conspicuous place to boost morale. Huang Taiji's first wave of attack failed. After leaving behind many corpses, he slowly retreated, and cheers rang out on the city wall.

In the following days, Chen Long transferred the four guards of Tengxiang to the city in batches to experience the atmosphere of the battlefield. The defenders at the city top repelled the Tartars' attacks many times, and Huang Taiji suffered heavy losses under the walls of the capital.

Huang Taiji also realized that these emperors who had just ascended the throne were more difficult to deal with than he had imagined. It seemed that the capital could not be taken down; of course, when he entered the pass this time, he had never thought of entering the capital. He just wanted to grab more things and go back, so Huang Taiji wanted to change his offensive strategy, leaving a group of troops to watch the capital, and the rest scattered out to rob the surroundings.

Chen Long had insight into Huang Taiji's thoughts, and the four guards of Tengxiang had adapted to the atmosphere of the battlefield and were able to go out of the city to fight. He immediately issued an order to make the four guards of Tengxiang ready to fight. "I will lead the army in person in this battle and kill the enemy with you!"

Hearing this, the soldiers of the Tengxiang Guards shouted long live, and the civil and military officials were ashamed. Some of them had rich imaginations and immediately thought of the Tumu Fort Incident. The Battle of Tumu Fort took place 180 years before today, and that year happened to be the year of Yisi. Is it 180 years later, my Ming Dynasty will lose another emperor?

"Your Majesty, you must not!" All the civil and military officials knelt down and begged, but some people were thinking that maybe it would be good for the imperial commander to personally fight.
Chapter completed!