On New Year's Day (the first day of the Lunar New Year, February 6, 1617) in the first year of the Mandate of Heaven (the forty-fifth year of Wanli), Shanhaiguan is thousands of miles away from the old city of Hetuala.

Yellow, white, red, blue, yellow, white, red, and blue eight-color flags hunted in the cold wind, and in the walled city, people's focus was focused on the Khan's palace of the Heavenly Mandate Khan. In the palace of the Khan of Hachi, on the two flagpoles planted in the courtyard, several crows have gathered, and shamans wearing full robes are jumping in the hall. He beat a single drum in his hand and chanted words in his mouth amid the smoke of cigarettes.

In the outer room of the hall, a fat pig is boiling in a cauldron, which is ready to be sacrificed to the crow after the sacrifice is over. In the hall, the smell of incense, the smell of boiled meat, and the smell of sweat of people fumigated by the water vapor mixed together to form a very strange and even somewhat disgusting taste.

Slowly, the crows near the flagpole have gathered more and more, and they are all waiting for a sacrifice on the bucket.

Under the flagpole, countless Jianzhou Jurchens wearing new clothes and hats were either standing there with their chests and stomachs on their chests, or looking at the group of people in the hall with solemn faces.

The former commander of the left guard of Jianzhou, the former Daming Nuer Gandu Si Jianzhou, who had just ascended the throne and called the Mandate of Heaven Khan, led the dragon and tiger general ** Hachi, led a group of brothers and nephews, kneeling at the feet of the shaman, looking forward to the blessing of the gods.

Along with the rhythm of the single drum, the dance rhythm of the great shaman is getting faster and faster. The syllables in the mouth are also becoming more and more blurred.

**The Hachi family knows that the gods are coming!

Dai Shan, Mang Gurtai, Amin, Huang Taiji, and the four Baylors even pasted their shaved and bare heads to the ground.

At this moment, the Baya soldiers and the officers and civilians outside the hall suddenly made an uproar.

Amin, who had the most brutal temperament, saw his uncle's money rattail move a few times, and immediately turned around, shouting like a guard standing at the door of the hall, "Bastard! The Great Khan is sacrificing to the ancestral gods, who is making a noise outside?! Chopped! The head is here! ”

In the past, when he heard Amin so called, he would have already raised his knife, but today he just snorted, pointing to the sky, and his face turned white.

Enraged, Amin jumped to his feet, jumped in front of the soldier, drew his saber from his waist, and waved his hand to slash down. The blue-flaged soldier didn't blink his eyes, just stared blankly into the distance, his fingers still pointing.

Amin was puzzled, the blade turned, and cut off a few strands of the soldier's hair, "If there is another loss of manners, it will not be forgiven!" ”

He was about to look in the direction pointed by the soldiers, when a miserable scream suddenly came from the hall, and in the smoke of cigarettes, the great shaman who was praying for the national fortune of the ** Hachi family spurted blood wildly in his mouth and fell to the ground.

In the sky, a fireball swept past the galloping horse, from northeast to southwest.

Inside and outside the courtyard, the officials and civilians to whom the Heavenly Mandate Khan belonged all knelt on the ground and muttered to themselves.

Pray for forgiveness from the gods.

In an instant, so many things happened, and no matter how much Destiny Khan was, he couldn't be calm.

**Hachi led a group of disciples and nephews from the hall to the courtyard, looking at the distant fireball.

On the battlefield, whether it is the white sheep bone generation on the opposite side or the multiple coalition forces, Hachi will not be afraid, but this is a celestial phenomenon, and when he ascended the throne and became Khan, and sacrificed to the ancestors of the gods, he had to be afraid.

"Quick! Wake up the Great Shaman! ”

Hurry, hurry up and call Lang Zhong to come over!

With the joint efforts of several Langzhong and the shaman's wife, the great shaman finally woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Hachi pounced.

"Say it! How is my Daikin fortune? What about that fireball in the sky?! ”

The Great Shaman looked around and was silent, and the Great Shaman looked around and was silent.

After all, Hachi was also a person who had been trained in Li Chengliang's mansion, and immediately ordered, "Except for the four major Baylors, the rest of the people will leave the courtyard!" Do not approach within 100 steps, and those who violate the order will not be forgiven! ”

After relieving himself, the great shaman slowly opened his mouth.

"Great Khan, I have just prayed for my Dajin at the behest of the Khan, and prayed to the gods to grant me the prosperity of Dajin. The gods of heaven clearly told that my Dajin has had nearly 300 years of luck since the Mandate of Heaven, unified the female direct tribes, destroyed Mongolia, and destroyed the Ming Kingdom, and the life of the officials and civilians was prosperous and prosperous. ”

**Hachi and the four Baylors were overjoyed when they heard this, and couldn't help but applaud and admire. Amin even knelt down and kowtowed, thanking the gods for their favor.

"Just as I was about to return and explain this matter to the Khan King, suddenly the celestial phenomena changed greatly, and a red light rushed to the southwest with a golden evil qi and then turned back to the northeast, not only cutting off my great golden luck but also completely cutting off my great golden dragon vein. And against the officials and people of our state, they killed and killed very much. Originally, there was a danger of extermination, but God has the virtue of a good life, and I will never stop my golden blood. Just ......"

"Just what?"

Hachi's eyes almost stood up, and his huge nose couldn't stop panting.

"It's just that I am a man in Jianzhou, engaged in a cheap business, and a woman, a prostitute."

"What is the problem?"

"Great Khan, this difficulty should be related to the southwest."

"Southwest? Li Chengliang has died, who can be the edge of my gold? ”

"Father Khan, our southwest, is the feud of Yehe!"

Huang Taiji reminded his father on the side.

Listening to the words of the eighth son, Hachi couldn't help laughing, "This is not a bad omen!" This is a warning from the gods! Don't forget the feud of Yeh! Destiny is still mine! Spread my will: After the beginning of spring, the army will recruit Yehebu! ”

Two days later, the shaman, on his way, unfortunately fell off a cliff and died.

After the beginning of spring, the elite of the Jianzhou Department was exhausted, and they broke Yehe in a battle, beheaded Buyangu, and slaughtered the men who were taller than the wheel in the Buyangu tribe, the leader of the Yehe tribe (poor Yehe was supposed to be annexed by Jianzhou after the end of the Battle of Salhu three years later, because the relationship between the celestial phenomena was destroyed three years ahead of schedule).

Since then, the Jianzhou Department, or what later generations called the pseudo-gold, post-gold, Qing, and pseudo-Qing, have paid close attention to every move in the southwest direction.

After the fall of Yehe, he devoted his attention to Mongolia and the Ming Dynasty.

However, when ** Hachi died, his eighth son Huang Taiji was in charge of the house, but he had another feeling, many years later, he and the great shaman who listened to the great shaman in the hall that day told the story of the matter, when he spoke after drinking, he couldn't help but feel sad from it.

"Originally, my father Khan thought that the enemy of my Dajin Destiny was Ye He, and he was flattened. Then I thought it was Mongolia, and Mongolia was also flattened by us. Now, I thought it was the Ming Kingdom in the south, but I didn't expect that the southwest direction, which is farther away than the Ming Kingdom, is where our mortal enemy is! ”

Many years later, after being captured by a few Han Chinese soldiers, Dolgon, another member of the Dajin Kingdom, made the only request he wanted, "Take me to your king." I have something to ask him. ”

To the surprise of historians, the dialogue between the two powerful men is so puzzling.

Dorgon asked, "Did you come to this world in the first year of Destiny?" Shang replied: "I am fifteen years old in the 45th year of Wanli. ”

After a while, Shang replied: "Although I was born in the 30th year of Wanli, I did come to this world in the 45th year of Wanli. ”