Chenyang, no, now called Shengjing, the East Warehouse of the Dajin Palace, Dazheng Hall, Huang Taiji asked with concern that he was still wrapped in the same as a rice dumpling: "Can Mr.'s burn relieve me? I sent someone to the mountain to hunt badgers for more than ten years to get oil for Mr. "

Badger oil is the best medicine for treating burns, so now the model Wencheng is as greasy as a fried dough stick.

Fan Wencheng, who was struggling to act, gave thanks for his gratitude.

"Don't move, sit down." Huang Taiji quickly helped him up: "As long as the sir recovers early, I will be at ease."

In the last battle in the capital, Huang Taiji lost 50,000 coalition forces, and his own Eight Banners of Jurchens alone lost 20,000, and his own younger brother Dorgon's head. It was extremely embarrassing. But what really made Huang Taiji sad was that in the battle of Zunhua, he lost his mind-tank Fan Wencheng.

As a result, when Huang Taiji was preparing to go to the market for a thousand jin of horse bones and gave Fan Wencheng a grand funeral, a guy with thick body wrapped like a rice dumpling appeared on a stick and wore a dress and funeral. This made Huang Taiji overjoyed and immediately turned the vain into a good thing, and exchanged the paper money he was preparing to burn for Fan Wencheng into real money.

When Zhao Xing burned Zunhua, Fan Wencheng reacted immediately and rushed into a yard that killed all the people and got into the vegetable cellar that every family in the Northeast had.

But even though he reacted quickly, he was still burned. It was not a big deal, but Zhao Xing had occupied Zunhua City, so he would never dare to show up, so he worked hard in the dark and humid vegetable cellar. Fortunately, the vegetable cellar was full in winter, and the cabbage did not starve him to death. However, Fan Wencheng's burn, which could only sneak out in the middle of the night, began to expand and ulcerate, but cabbage was the best food in the world to relieve all poisons, so he did not let him die of septic disease.

So, the war was over, and Fan Wencheng still waited until the people moved in Zunhua again and the haze of the war completely disappeared, but he dared to climb out and walked back step by step through Mongolia.

This period of time has allowed him to leave for a whole year. This is enough to prove that a good person does not live long and harms live for thousands of years.

When he returned to Huang Taiji's arms, he immediately received the best treatment. But the festering was too cruel and had not recovered yet. This made Fan Wencheng very painful and made Huang Taiji very anxious.

But in order to continue to assist Dajin, Fan Wencheng gritted his teeth and persevered and gave advice to Huang Taiji.

"Khan, the last battle of the war had a big blow to the morale of our Dajin army, especially the Mongols we just incorporated, which made them begin to doubt our combat effectiveness and doubt whether we can still put an overwhelming situation on the Ming Dynasty."

Huang Taiji nodded and sighed: "Sir, right, but what should we do? I'm also scratching my head and having no good intentions."

"Working a war and launching an active attack on the Ming Dynasty is the only way to enhance morale and the people, and it is also the only way to prove our strength to Mongolia." Fan Wencheng said anxiously.

Huang Taiji smiled bitterly: "I don't know that only by fighting one battle or winning can we achieve our goals. But how easy is to win a battle? Last time we lost 20,000 warriors, which was really a big injury. We also need to breathe and lick our wounds."

"I also know that licking my wounds is important, but if I don't fight a war to increase my morale, the morale of the army and the people will disperse. This is more deadly than the inability to heal my wounds."

Huang Taiji stood up, paced with his hands behind his back, and said in embarrassment: "But, we do not have enough supplies and do not have sufficient troops. How can we fight this battle and how can we win? If we cannot win, it will be counterproductive. At that time, the situation will become even more unfavorable to us."

Then he stood up and said sadly again: "What makes people scratch their heads the most now is that Zhao Xing rebuilt Dongjiang Town, which makes us suffer from the dilemma of being attacked on both sides again. According to our spies' reward, after more than a year of development, the current Dongjiang Town has far surpassed Mao Wenlong's mob in terms of strength. The situation we are in is actually more severe than when my father Khan was when we were. Once we start a war, they will definitely jump out and pull our backs, so that our war will repeat the beginning and end of the era of my father Khan again and again."

Huang Taiji was right to hesitate. As a bandit group, he certainly understood that only by the continuous war and force plunder can people solidify their hearts and improve morale.

But last time, I lost too badly. Not only did I lose 20,000 soldiers who had experienced many battles, but more importantly, I didn’t get any gains, but I instead paid a lot of them. At the same time, the rise of Dongjiang Town, assisted in defense of North Korea, had completely blocked the acquisition of materials in the south. Now my only way to survive is to use the Ming Dynasty’s blockade of Mongolia and use the salt from Niuzhuang to exploit the Mongolians.

But all the Mongols could provide was war horses, cattle and sheep, and nothing else. Now, there was no food in the warehouse, and the soldiers had no weapons in their hands, and even the saddles of war horses were not matched. However, Dongjiang Town in the south had grown and grew and was eyeing itself. The current situation was really trapped inside and outside. Under such circumstances, if there was not enough troops, complete equipment, and sufficient food, how could it be fought?

"I understand the truth about the Khan. But I think that these are all difficulties that can be solved."

Huang Taiji's eyes lit up: "What are some good strategies do you have to solve this problem?"

Fan Wencheng said confidently: "As for the issue of soldiers, first of all, we will reduce the age of recruitment. At the same time, we will go to the mountains to recruit Jurchens and Oroqen people, so that some of them can be solved. At the same time, we will again order the Mongolian tribes to send out their warriors."

Huang Taiji smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's different from the past. Now the Mongols are taking vain and ruthless towards us. What they are taking is shirking and perfunctory to my orders. If they order them again this time, they will definitely send a group of old, weak and disabled soldiers to deal with us. In this way, those bastards will not only not enhance our combat effectiveness, but will instead consume our few materials in vain, which will not be worth the loss."

Fan Wencheng nodded and suddenly asked: "Using the idea of ​​Da Khan, our attack is from the Ming Dynasty or Dongjiang Town."

When Huang Taiji heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned: "Don't sir think so?"

Fan Wencheng shook his head and smiled: "The Ming Dynasty suffered the last loss, killed Yuan Chonghuan, and rebuilt Dongjiang Town. If I attacked Liaoxi, Dongjiang Town would pull us back. When we attacked Dongjiang Town, Sun Chengzong, who was the most important public heart and Man Gui, who had been saved by Zhao Xing, would not sit idly by. In the end, under our limited military strength and materials, we would have an unfavorable situation of fighting on both sides."

"Since the sir understands it, we cannot act rashly, and this battle cannot be fought."

Fan Wencheng shook his head again: "What a slave means, we don't go to fight the Ming Dynasty, we go to fight Lin Danhan."

Huang Taiji was completely confused about this proposal.

Lin Danhan is the mortal enemy of the Later Jin Dynasty. Facing the mangy dog, Hou Jin hated him for itchy teeth, but at this time, facing the Ming Dynasty, he was in a difficult position. How could he provoke the mangy dog?
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