Wu Sangui laughed: "It's good now. Zhu Youxiao doesn't have that big appetite to eat us. We don't need to cause trouble for him. Whether it's a self-esteem or a title of king, Zhu Youxiao can be a prince. If you leave the customs, there is no need to follow the Tartars here to fight to the death, lose their own strength, and even be unfaithful."

When Wu Xiang thought about it, he turned around and ordered his deputy general: "According to the command of the young master, the entire army will turn around and leave the customs and return to Jinzhou."

Wu Sangui was in a bad mood. He didn't expect that the court would learn the news that his father had colluded with the Tartars so soon, nor did he expect that Zhu Youxiao would have such a broad mind, able to tolerate his father's rebellion and grant him the title of king. Such a king is definitely not what he thought of as a fool.

Moreover, the stronger the revenge of the king who can tolerate this, Wu Sangui can imagine that when Zhu Youxiao’s military strength is strong enough, the Wu family will definitely end up being worse than Zu’s life!

"Father, even though Zhu Youxiao was awarded the title of prince, he would never give up. We have to make plans."

Wu Sangui said with a cold face.

"What my son said is very much. After we were vassalized by Liaodong, we should be a military farming and raising troops and secretly gathering strength." Although Wu Xiang was not as brave as his son in strategy, he was used to being a wealthy slave and knew the importance of farming.

But Wu Sangui poured him a basin of cold water. Wu Sangui sighed and said, "I'm afraid it's difficult. Zhu Youxiao appointed you as the King of Liao. It's not just that he can't turn against you now. It's also related to his long-term chess. He even put this piece in a long time ago. No, there are more than one piece, but now it should be three pieces. With these three pieces, we are just like the Tartars, and it's hard to have a peace of mind."

"Three chess pieces, which three?" Wu Xiang asked hurriedly.

"From Dongjiang Town to Lushun, Mao Wenlong from Denglai area, and Yuan Chonghuan, who was sent by Zhu Youxiao to North Korea not long ago, has now controlled thousands of Korean soldiers and built a vassal state, and Man Gui, the elite Liaodong army who has not suffered any losses, these three chess pieces have become a horn, and they are all loyal to the Ming court. The future victory and defeat are all due to whether they can pull out these three chess pieces."

After hearing Wu Sangui say this, Wu Xiang couldn't help but nodded and sighed: "From you see, what should we make first?"

"First of all, I was naturally grateful to the court. The reason was that I failed to devote myself to His Majesty and felt guilty about being named King. In the future, I could only work diligently to defend Liaodong for the Ming Dynasty, and never deviated from the Ming Dynasty. I would like to share the Heavenly Kingdom with the same Korean countries. Then I asked the court for supplies and support. Since entering the pass, in order to avoid falling into the Zhu Youjiao quarrel, our Guanning family has been completely unfair to the people in this pass. Why not shave three feet of the ground and accumulate wealth to prepare for recruiting soldiers and horses in the future."

After Wu Sangui said this, Wu Xiang couldn't help but ask: "Isn't this a doubt about the bandits? Zhu Youxiao will only hate us even more at that time."

"I've already hated you so much. What's the matter with deepening it? I don't believe that Zhu Youzhao will send the Jinyiwei to Liaodong to arrest us and ask for crimes. Moreover, if we leave a mess for him to manage, we can develop safely for a few days."

Wu Sangui said this, and Wu Xiang thought it was true. After the two passed Yongping City, they began to plunder and massacre, and the people in Yanzhao were killed again.

...

Huang Taiji led the main force of the Eight Banners to Hejiabao. What surprised him was that as soon as he arrived, countless Ming troops emerged from the Hejiabao walls. Judging from the size of it, it was not only 5,000 people, according to the news brought back by Fan Wencheng, the Mangui tribe had less than 4,000 cavalry.

Huang Taiji looked at Fan Wencheng in surprise: "What's going on?"

Fan Wencheng was also puzzled and hesitated and didn't know what to say.

"Why did Wu Xiang's Guanning Army not appear yet?" Huang Taiji stared at Fan Wencheng fiercely. Fan Wencheng was so scared that the sweat beads on his forehead rolled down, and he hurriedly knelt on the ground: "Shank you, please let the slave finish your words. It seems that there has been any change in this matter, but I am afraid that the secret has been leaked."

"Let's go back immediately!" Huang Taiji also felt something was wrong, and as he said that, he turned around and was not in the mood to deal with Fan Wencheng. At this time, Dorgon ran up: "Khan, according to the spy, a large number of Ming troops appeared hundreds of miles away. What should we do now?"

Huang Taiji looked at the Bells on the left and right, and the Majestic Eight Banners soldiers riding on horses in the distance. He wanted to directly order his main force of the Eight Banners to rush out of the encirclement and break out of the pass.

But such a result will inevitably lead to a great loss in the strength of the Later Jin Dynasty. In the future, not only will it not be guaranteed by its own position, but it is afraid that the Later Jin Dynasty will also return to a vassal of the Ming Dynasty decades ago and live a life of relying on the Ming Dynasty alms.

Huang Taiji gritted his teeth and endured it. He did not choose to draw his sword and shout, but called Duoduo over: "You have excellent archery skills, shoot a letter to the Ming army in the city, and let them pass it to the Ming Emperor Zhu Youxiao, and we ask for peace."

"Summon?"

Mangurtai and other Eight Banners Beile were shocked, and Fan Wencheng also looked at Huang Taiji in confusion.

Dai Shan even spoke first: "Khan, why do we follow Minggou to seek peace? Our Eight Banners are not seriously injured now. At worst, we can fight them again and rush out!"

"Yes, Khan, since Khan announced the Seven Hates, we have never surrendered to the Ming court. Why should we surrender now? I'll ask the order to be the pioneer and bring the head of Zhu Youxiao to you!" Some younger Eight Banners military noble generals, such as Duoduo, did not understand.

Just as Dorgon was silent as Huang Taiji, he bowed to Huang Taiji, and then shouted: "Do you want to talk about peace to the child of Zhu when you are a great khan? But we have lost a lot of Eight Banners warriors now. If we fight again, all the three generals of the Jurchens will be left with a large number of orphans and widows. A real man can bend and stretched. Now he can only ask for peace from the Ming court. It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. You should understand the difficulties of the Khan."

Dorgon's words made Huang Taiji very pleased, but he was also a little uneasy. His younger brother was so capable that no ruler in a high position would be happy.

...

Here, Zhu Youxiao also learned about the massacre of the people of Yan and Zhao when Wu Xiang's troops left again.

"In three days, more than 160,000 people were killed, including more than 3,000 gentry above scholars. Liu Zheng and his family were killed, the family of the former Minister of the Ministry of Rites of Nanjing were killed, and countless villages were wiped out, and the number of refugees increased to tens of thousands."

After listening to the report from the Jinyiwei, Zhu Youxiao's lips were already bleeding, and the commanders of the various battalions of the Imperial Guards present also asked for orders to go to fight and punish Wu Xiang's troops.

But Zhu Youxiao did not agree to them, but resolutely drew out his sword and cut off a strand of his hair.

"Your Majesty!" Cutting off your hair and head is not a trivial matter in the eyes of the ancients. Cutting off your own hair is not a trivial matter, not to mention that the commanders of each battalion have knelt down, their hearts are as if they are being slashed.

"One day, if I cannot kill all the troops of Wu Xiang, I will thank the people of Yan and Zhao for their death!"

After Zhu Youxiao said that, after the beginning of the conversation, his hair was slapped on the table with thick hair. The commanders of each battalion were stunned for a long time. Everyone didn't know what to say, but their hatred for Wu's family was undoubtedly deeper.
Chapter completed!