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Zhang Pan smiled and said, "Two waves came in the morning, but they were all dismissed by Old Chen. Hehe. Now, let alone surrender, even if the stubborn old slave wants to negotiate a peace, we still have to see if our brothers are in a good mood."

Li Yuanqing couldn't help but smile.

Strength is the greatest confidence.

Just like Zhang Pan said, in the current situation, even if I want to negotiate a peace, it will never be that easy.

However, although the three parties had taken the initiative, Li Yuanqing did not dare to be careless at all. He said solemnly: "The old slave was slapped in the face by us, so he must be unhappy. This is an insidious old dog, and we must not take any advantage of it.

Carelessness, the defense of the city must not be neglected in the slightest."

As he said that, Li Yuanqing approached Zhang Pan and whispered: "The darkness before dawn is often the most dangerous. Brother Zhang, please tell your brothers not to be arrogant."

Zhang Pan nodded hurriedly and said with a smile: "Yuan Qing, don't worry. We still have a lot of treasures in stock. I'm afraid that the stubborn Tatars won't come."

Li Yuanqing smiled. It was a good thing that Zhang Pan was so excited. This was his territory. Now, if the old slave wants to get an advantage, it will never be that easy.

But Lao Nu was determined to be a hero for the rest of his life, and Li Yuanqing could not predict whether he would make a desperate move for the sake of face and prestige.

At this time, Lushun City is not ready to take the initiative, so it can only increase its defense strength to the greatest extent.

"Brother Zhang, I'm asking you to do this. I'll go to Brother Chen's place and try to improve the food for the brothers in the evening."

Zhang Pan laughed and said, "Yuan Qing, go ahead. I'm watching over here."

…………

Unlike the relaxed atmosphere in Lushun City, at this time, the atmosphere in Lao Nu's tent was gloomy, as silent as if a pin dropped to the ground and could be heard.

The old slave sat at the top, his fingers trembling slightly unconsciously, and he scanned the people in the tent with squinted eyes.

The attentive generals of the Eight Banners soon discovered that today, even the Fourteenth and Fifteenth, the Khan's favorites, were not in the tent.

Everyone was as silent as a cicada, not even daring to breathe.

At this time, He Heli quickly walked into the tent, hurriedly and carefully came to the old slave, and whispered for a while.

After a moment, the old slave opened his eyes slightly and sneered.

Everyone lowered their heads instinctively, not daring to face the old slave's gaze.

Cold sweat was already oozing out from Daishan's forehead. He did not expect that his little cleverness would be instantly defeated in the face of the Ming army's despicable sneak attack. At this time, although he did not offend Amin and Mang Gurtai, the old slave's

, but it is almost impossible to survive.

This is really like picking up sesame seeds and losing the watermelon.

Daishan couldn't help but curse himself, but unfortunately, at this moment, regret had no effect at all.

The old slave looked at He Heli at this time and said without any expression: "Tell them about the matter."

He Heli trembled, hesitated, cleared his throat and said: "Although the siege of Lushun City lasted less than seven days, our army has suffered more than 1,500 casualties, of which nearly 700 warriors from each banner were killed.

"

As soon as He Heli said these words, there was an instant sigh of relief in the tent.

If it were just the number of casualties, these Houjin nobles wouldn't have much idea. After all, their cultural quality was pitifully low. But the warriors of each banner, these were real slaves. They were their tribesmen. Seven hundred people were killed in battle.

,This this……

Amin was about to burst into tears, and with a thud, he knelt down on the ground, kowtowing desperately, but said nothing.

Among the 700 true slaves who died in battle, most of them were under his command. Just yesterday, Li Yuanqing's fire, Xianglan Banner, at least 300 true slaves were burned alive.

Daishan was also so frightened that he knelt down on the ground, "Khan Ama, I, I, I failed to fulfill Khan Ama's instructions, I, I, I am guilty..."

No one was stupid, they all knelt on the ground and kowtowed as hard as they could.

The old slave glanced at everyone with a gloomy expression. He had encountered setbacks since he started the army, but this was the first time that the elite of his clan had suffered such heavy casualties.

It was like cutting his flesh, how could it not hurt?

But the old slave was not an ordinary person after all. He let out a deep breath, his face returned to normal, and he said calmly: "Second brother, what do you think we should do with this situation?"

Daishan hurriedly kowtowed, "Khan Ama, I am willing to be the vanguard and lead the main force of the banner to attack Lushun City again. I will fight to the death to capture Lushun City."

Having reached this point, Daishan had no other option. Even if he had to pay heavy casualties, he could only grit his teeth and accept it.

The old slave suddenly laughed and said: "Capture Port Arthur? Can you do it?"

"Huh?" Daishan couldn't help but be stunned and speechless.

Amin, Mang Gurtai, and Abatai have all developed memories, so naturally they won't say much at this time.

They didn't speak, and others didn't dare to speak. The atmosphere was eerily silent for a while.

At this time, Huang Taiji touched his bare forehead with force and said respectfully: "Khan Ama. Although the city of Lushun is small, it has a lot of thorns. They are backed by the sea and have the advantage of warships. I am afraid that the supplies and wages will be very high."

There will be no shortage. According to Erchen, there is no way for us to stay here. This time, Lushun City has gathered the strength of three troops, but Li Yuanqing and Chen Zhong cannot always be stationed in Lushun.

City, why don’t we take a step back first and then think about it in the long term.”

Everyone actually had the intention of retreating, but because no one took the lead, Huang Taiji took the lead, and everyone couldn't help but hurriedly agreed.

Seeing this, Dai Shan couldn't help but feel a little relieved. It would be better if he retreated and found other ways to make up for it. After all, his son Yue Tuo was the leader of the red flag, and he had the strength and geographical advantage.

The old slave looked at everyone coldly and couldn't help but sneer slightly, "Huh~~, are these my warriors?"

Everyone lowered their heads, and no one dared to say anything.

The old slave let out a long breath and was about to speak. At this moment, another slave rushed over from outside the door, "report~~~, urgent report from Zhenjiang."

A young eunuch hurriedly walked to the door, took the urgent report, carefully checked it, and hurriedly handed it to the old slave.

The old slave unfolded it and took a closer look, his face instantly became gloomier, "Humph. Okay, okay, very good."

With that said, he threw the urgent report to He Heli.

He Heli glanced at it, his expression changed instantly, and he handed it to Daishan around him for circulation.

After seeing this, Amin couldn't help but curse: "This bastard Mao Wenlong, if I catch him, I will cut him into pieces."

Huang Taiji said: "Khan Ama, Lushun City is just an isolated city. It is suppressed by me, Dajin, in a small area in southern Liaoning. It does not pose a big threat. But Mao Wenlong is like an ant. If he captures Zhenjiang again, it will be detrimental to our overall situation."

ah."

Dai Shan also reacted, "Khan Ama and Mao Wenlong have a large number of people. They are passing through the border and there is no grass. We must not let them surround Zhenjiang. Our army can leave some troops to contain Lushun and rescue Zhenjiang City."

Everyone else also expressed their support for returning to Zhenjiang.

Although Lao Nu's authority was unparalleled, Zhenjiang's location was too critical. Once Mao Wenlong and Dongjiang Headquarters captured Zhenjiang and the hinterland of Liaodong, they would have no support, and even Laozhai would be exposed to Mao Wenlong's troops.

At this time, these dignitaries of the Hou Jin Dynasty were surrendered to Lao Nu, and they also made a lot of windfall with Lao Nu, and became a lot stronger.

But their roots are still in the hinterland of Liaodong.

Once their old nest is lost, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The old slave had already intended to retreat, but due to his face, he could not go down this level. But at this time, Mao Wenlong's stick had really stabbed him in the anus, and he could no longer hold on.

After pondering for a moment, he slowly said: "The remaining troops with the red flag will stay behind. Others, retreat~~~ to rescue Liaodong."

"yes."

"The great Khan is wise."

There was constant flattery in the tent.

…………

Li Yuanqing and the others received a secret report from Pidao a little later - the main force of the Dongjiang Army, more than 15,000 people, had landed at the mouth of the Yalu River and was approaching Zhenjiang to support Lushun.

Originally, Li Yuanqing thought that Lushun's predicament could only be solved by Sanbu himself, but he never expected that Mao Wenlong, a fortune teller, could be said to be a 'half-immortal'.

His punch was so fast, accurate and cruel. If the slave had reacted slower, the backyard would probably have been on fire.

"Hahaha. Hahahaha..." Zhang Pan couldn't help laughing loudly, "Shuai Mao is so powerful. Now, I see this old slave doesn't call me daddy."

Chen Zhong also laughed, "The commander-in-chief has taken action, and the crisis in Lushun has been resolved."

Li Yuanqing finally relaxed. Mao Wenlong's attack from Dongjiang headquarters had broken the balance. The Jin army had completely lost the initiative. In the next step, they would be completely led by the Dongjiang army.

At this time, some soldiers shouted loudly: "Look, look over there, the Tatars are retreating."

Li Yuanqing and others rushed to the top of the city.

Sure enough, in the Houjin camp, soldiers had begun to clean up the fences, and many military tents had been put down and put away. In the light rain, this scene looked a bit desolate.

"What a bastard Tatar. Hahaha. What do I think they are capable of? Is that all? Hahahaha."

"That's right. I thought they were three-headed and six-armed. I didn't expect them to be so useless. Hahaha."

"Mao Shuai is mighty. The Dongjiang Army is mighty."

"Lushun is mighty. Guanglu Island is mighty."

"The Changsheng Camp is mighty..."

There was a roar of cheers on the top of Lushun City, and the sound soared into the sky.

Everyone has a smile of great joy on their face, and all the previous burdens have left them at this moment.
To be continued...