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Chapter 1016 Was going to be Khan King

The leader of the Jianzhou Jurchen, Yingming Khan Nurhachi, was captured. Some people shouted, one made a sound, and everyone cheered. The Jianzhou army on the battlefield completely lost the will to resist.

Some Jianzhou soldiers who were kneeling on the ground waiting to surrender suddenly cried bitterly. Some ran and fought with weapons, and when they heard their companions crying and howling, they suddenly let out a sigh of relief and knelt on the ground.

"The mighty tiger, the mighty tiger!!"

I don't know who yelled this first, everyone on the battlefield followed and shouted, and the soldiers were all yelling at the top of their voices. Since the army entered Liao Town, successive battles and victories have been won every time, not only to overcome lost ground , In the end, the enemy country was destroyed and the leader of the bandits was captured. Since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, there has never been such a big victory.

The soldiers were extremely excited, the generals of Datong and Jizhen were all beaming, the generals of Xuanfu and Liaozhen were from the same origin, and they gathered together at this moment, looking at Shuaiqi with complicated expressions.

"This kind of achievement, Li Shanchang and Xu Da are just like that!"

"When the country was founded, it might not be possible to expand the territory, destroy the country and kill thieves. Now that he is the Marquis of Dingbei and the commander of Jinyiwei, what position is there for him."

The voices of several people were not high, and the expressions on their faces were complicated.

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Wang Tong's personal guards hurried to the battlefield to get a flat plate from the undamaged oar cart, unloaded General Tan from his horse and put it on it.

Tan Dahu, Tan Erhu, Tan Bing, and Tan Jian were all on the battlefield. Only Sha Dongning returned from the first batch of Wang Tong's personal guards. Constantly wiping it with his hands, Tan will be regarded as his half master, passing on the saber skills on the battlefield.

Under Wang Tong's order, Nurhachi was brought to Wang Tong's side, and Nurhachi had also lost his ability to move. Although the soldiers were reluctant, they got a stretcher and carried them over.

Nurhachi is tall and has a mighty appearance. When you meet him, you can make people feel that this person is extraordinary, but at this time, his face is pale and black, which is not enough.

There was an almost purple blood stain on his cotton armor, and the blood stain was still expanding, and the firecracker shot into his upper body. Although the armor on his body was made of cotton armor and chain mail, it could relieve part of the bullet's momentum, but in reality It was just to make the bleeding in his body less serious, to die more slowly, and to suffer more.

Wang Tong leaned over and looked over, Nurhachi was not the appearance in his "impression". After seeing this person, Wang Tong's complicated emotions were swept away. No matter what he might become, now it is up to him The one in front of him was just an enemy general who was about to die.

"You are Wang Tong."

Nurhachi asked a question, but this sentence caused him to touch the wound, coughing in his mouth, and blood foam spurted out. Just as the guards beside him were about to scold angrily, Wang Tong stretched out his hand to stop him, and said in a deep voice:

"I am Wang Tong."

Nurhachi laughed miserably with blood at the corner of his mouth, looked at the sky and murmured:
"When I was working under Li Chengliang, I saw that the generals of the Ming Dynasty were greedy and absurd, and the soldiers below were weak and getting worse, while our Jianzhou Jurchens were simple and sincere, only engaged in farming and fighting. But it is getting stronger day by day, give me ten or twenty years, let me unify the Jurchens of Haixi and Beishan, this Liao Town must be mine."

Speaking of this, he didn't catch his breath, and his face was distorted in pain. Nurhachi took a breath but said again:
"But Daming is Daming, and the Celestial Dynasty is the Celestial Dynasty. I thought that Liaozhen was the strongest military town in Daming, but I didn't expect that I was a frog in the bottom of the well. The imperial army was so strong, so strong."

Getting more and more excited, Nurhachi raised his arms, as if to catch Wang Tong, the guards were about to reach out, but Nurhachi couldn't continue, and lay down on the stretcher again.

The drastic action just now has dissipated Nurhachi's remaining energy. Now the blood stain on his chest is getting bigger and bigger, and it has gradually melted away. His eyes have also begun to slack, but he is still talking:
"...Since Thirteen Armors raised troops. I have been dreaming for the past few months. I dreamed that I became a great Khan. I established the capital Daming in Shenyang and the grasslands became Jurchens. My descendants are all emperors."

The voice became lower and lower, and Wang Tong's personal guards showed contempt and disgust on their faces, but Wang Tong looked at him calmly, and asked Nurhachi to continue talking.

Nurhachi's breathing became weaker and weaker. Ever since he saw Wang Tong, he had been speaking Liaodong Army dialect, but now he was chanting Jurchen language, which Wang Tong could not understand until the end:
".May I be born in Daming in the next life."

Then there was no sound, Nurhachi's expression of unwillingness froze on Nurhachi's face, and his eyes were also open. Wang Tong was silent there for a while, reached out to close Nurhachi's eyes, and said something in a low voice :
"You just met me."

After Wang Tong said this, he waved his hand and ordered his subordinates to carry this Nurhachi down to be buried. The guards were very excited when they heard Wang Tong's words, but they felt very incomprehensible on the other hand.

The words of heroes are often profound, and the guards understand this, but Wang Tong treated the dying Nurhachi too highly.

People in the Huwei Army didn't think much of Jianzhou Jurchen, and the highest evaluation was just that they were wild and a bit savage, which was nothing. The road is victory and victory, and there are no twists and turns.

Such an enemy is far behind the towering strong city of Alda, with [-] cavalry, and even inferior to the tens of thousands of Jurchen and Mongolian coalition forces under the city of Shenyang, but Wang Tong's treatment of Nurhachi The attitude is different, even though Senggedu Gulen Khan was killed in the palace, just look at Wang Tong's attitude, even if Senggedu Guleng was captured, Wang Tong treated him like this, even though the Great Ming Outland, The Alda tribe is respected as the seat of the royal court, and the Jianzhou Jurchen is just a small village tribe.

Why this is so, Wang Tong's personal guards can't figure it out, and they don't need to think too clearly, what they have seen and heard just now is at best a private chat or an allusion to show off in the future.

The battlefield has been divided into small pieces by various troops. Each army inspects the battlefield by itself, and sends news here from time to time. The news of General Tan's passing has not been spread yet, because members of the Tan family are all in charge of each army. Officer, even though it's the end, it can't distract them.

"Ask the captives, where are Nurhachi's sons and nephews?"

Not long after, the soldiers had already inquired about the news from the battlefield. None of the sons of Nurhachi and Shuerhaqi survived. They died of illness on the way to escape. It is better to die in battle than to let your nephew live in humiliation.

Hearing this result, Wang Tong breathed a sigh of relief, walked beside his mount, reached out to touch the fur of the mount, was stunned for a while, and said:
"Beat the drum of victory!"

The sound of the victory drum proves that the battle has reached a certain stage, and it is determined that the battle has been won. With the sound of the drum, the cheers that already existed on the battlefield became even louder.

Rejoicing on the battlefield, the soldiers were all in a relaxed and ecstatic state of mind, annihilating this army. The thief chief Nurhachi and Shuerhaqi were both awarded heads. From winter to spring, they have been in the severe cold The battles and pursuits have finally come to an end, and the next step is rewards, rest and triumph.

Compared with the surrounding carnival, the atmosphere under Shuai's banner is completely opposite. For the Wang Tong system, Tan Jiang is not their elder brother, but their teacher and instructor, not to mention Tan Dahu and Tan Erhu.
There were quite a few people who shed tears and endured grief, but no one was crying loudly. Everyone was silent. Tan Dahu and Tan Erhu kowtowed to General Tan a few times on the ground, got up and came to Wang Tong, and said, :
"Commander, my father once said before his death that following the commander-in-chief to conquer the east and west, my father will die without regret. My father already knows that his time is numbered, and he told his subordinates that he can watch them defeat the Tartars right away. A magnificent funeral."

"Will the Wu family die immediately?"

Wang Tong asked and answered himself, shook his head and sighed, then asked again:
"Your father has followed me for many years, if there is anything you need me to do, just tell me!"

"Thank you, Marshal, my father just wants to be buried next to Mr. Tan's tomb after death."

In this day and age, the relationship between Tan Lun and Tan Jiang is already similar to that of family members. To do so is also an expression of deep friendship. Wang Tong nodded and didn't say anything.

Burying General Tan next to Tan Lun's tomb is not a big deal, the brothers of the Tan family can do it themselves, but now it's just that everyone wants to find something to relieve the sad atmosphere in front of them.

Wang Tong looked at General Tan on the wooden board. General Tan's face was very serene and satisfied. Compared with General Tan there, Wang Tong's heart was empty, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

It was the end of the great victory, and the generals of each army were collecting prisoners and cleaning the battlefield step by step, without the commander in chief ordering everything.

"Call all the generals above guerrilla level in Liao Town."

When the generals from Liao Town came over, they were quite nervous. After all, the group of people didn’t say anything good there just now, and they said nothing because they were far away. They walked all the way, looked at the corpses on the battlefield, and thought about the mighty army just now. As immovable and majestic as a mountain, the uneasiness in his heart was a little more intense.

"Everyone, can you gather the strength of your Liao Town to compete with the Huwei army?"

No one thought that Wang Tong would actually ask this question. The generals of Liao Town peeked around and saw that there were not a large number of soldiers and horses around them. Everyone was shocked by those words, Li Rubai was the most agile, took a step back and knelt down, and said hastily:
"You little chickens and dogs, how can you fight with the handsome soldier!"
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(End of this chapter)