Goloro walked in front of a group of cavalry, turning his head as he walked and carefully explained, "Several masters! The little one is just idle and wants to see how good the mud is? Yes! No! It's to see the demeanor of all grandfathers! ”

Although Mubari had a face armor on his face, Goloro still felt a murderous aura behind him. He immediately changed his words and smiled flatteringly behind him.

The captured Gololo, surnamed Aisin Jueluo, was a descendant of Nurhachi's elder brother Bambri.

This Banburi is more unlucky, originally as Nurhachi's elder brother, he is also powerful within the Jurchens.

But he was soon carried away by the power, and chased him to Nurhachi's house for an escaped coat.

The unsuccessful attempt to wrap the coat was actually slashed on the pillar of Nurhachi's mansion with a sword, which was a great taboo.

Dare to draw a sword in the palace of the king of the Khan, this is something that no one in power can bear.

The hapless Bamburi was assigned the task of guarding the imperial tomb, and Nurhachi was buried in the Qingfu Mausoleum after his death.

Bamburi also led his own foot soldiers to guard near the Qingfu Tomb, and he sat in the Qingfu Tomb to supervise the craftsmen to complete the construction of the tomb as soon as possible.

It is not surprising that the Tunbao that Mubari attacked was the men and horses guarding the imperial tomb, and it was not surprising that all the men, women and children inside were Jurchens.

It was his sneak attack that made Phamburi raise his vigilance, and sent his junior Goloro to check where the thieves who attacked the fort came from.

Goloro led a Niu Lu to the fortress where the attack had been attacked, and led more than thirty people to check along the path from which the attackers came.

In his own words, he was in a panic when he stayed in Qingfuling, and it happened that there were thieves here, so he cut a few thieves by the way!

How do you know that when you kick the Changxing Army and don't accept this iron plate at night, not only did you not cut anyone, but even you became the target of others.

The village nestled in a ravine is unusually peaceful, and the occasional presence of a few war horses spoils the tranquility of the village.

A small stream meanders through the front of the village, and there is a wooden bridge over the stream for passers-by to walk.

But those bannermen riding war horses didn't need to walk on the narrow wooden bridge at all, and the shallow stream war horses could easily wade through.

But at one end of the wooden bridge, there were still two flagmen holding sharp handles, and the two of them looked left and right absentmindedly, but there was no tension on their faces.

Just as they were looking left and right in boredom, a cloud of blood suddenly erupted from one person's neck, and sharp arrows appeared in this person's throat.

Before the words "enemy ......" could be shouted, another person was also hit by an arrow and fell to the ground, and then countless war horses galloped from a distance, waded through the creek and killed the mountain village.

Zhang Dou sat in a spacious house with what could almost be counted as a map on the bookcase.

Every time he saw the abstract painting above, Zhang Dou had a headache.

It is not very difficult to draw complex terrain without contour lines.

The important thing is that the map near the Qingfu Tomb that Guo Luoluo took out is really a headache, such a map has long been thrown into the garbage heap in the Changxing army.

Zhang Dou admired the ancients a little, and it was really difficult for them to find a meeting point with only such an abstract map to march.

After listening to Guo Luoluo for a while, Zhang Dou clarified a clue, fortunately, this idle egg had nothing to do and had fun near Qingfuling, otherwise it would be really a headache just looking at such a map.

In this sneak attack on Fuling in the Qing Dynasty, Zhang Dou brought Bayan's 3,000 light cavalry, Vladivostok's 1,000 horse swordsmen and 500 nights.

Attacking Qing Fuling had to consider the reinforcements of Shengjing City, although Huang Taiji concentrated most of his forces in the direction of defending Hetuala City, but also took into account the possibility that Huang Taiji was desperate to rescue Qing Fuling.

The Jurchens in the mountain village had already been cleaned up, and after making sure that there were no exposed fish, the Changxing army began to bury the pot and make rice.

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As the mausoleum of Nurhachi, the hero who led the rise of the Jurchens, the Qingfu Tomb was patrolled by armored soldiers even at night.

The Han craftsmen, who worked all day during the day, were chained in chains and locked in wooden houses.

The Qingfu Mausoleum was built day by day, and the lives of these craftsmen also entered the countdown.

Since ancient times, the craftsmen who built the mausoleum for the emperor have not died well, and in the end, all of them have to be buried for the owner of the mausoleum.

The craftsmen also knew their end, and there was not much fear in their eyes, but more numbness.

A group of patrolling Jurchen armor soldiers suddenly stopped, and they turned their heads in the same direction. There was the sound of horses' hooves, and it was getting more and more dense.

What are so many war horses doing when they come to kill them late at night? The soldier who led the team rang the gong in his hand for the first time.

In the silent night, the gong spread far and wide, breaking the peace of Qingfuling.

Suddenly, the sound of the gong stopped, followed by a burst of screams.

As soon as Pranburi fell asleep, he was woken up by the sound of a gong, and his first instinct was to grab the bastard on duty and whip him hard.

This is the Qingfu Mausoleum, not a fortress that confronts the city of Hetuala.

But the next scream made him sober up a little, could it really be that someone really attacked Qingfuling?

Thinking of this possibility, Bambry hurriedly put on his clothes, and before he could put on his armor, someone shouted outside the door: "Master! Someone attacked Qingfuling at night, and the minions couldn't stand it, so they had to have an idea what to do! ”

Bamburi heard it for a while, what else could I do when the enemy came in? Hurry up and go to Shengjing City for help!

When Huang Taiji received the news that Qing Fuling was attacked by someone, he was already a child, and his face was even paler, which was already weak.

Before he entered the Chongzheng Palace, he heard the people inside arguing, and Mang Gurtai's big voice was the first to sound: "What is the eighth child doing?" What are you waiting for?

If Amma's mausoleum is destroyed, he will be a sinner in Shengjing City! ”

A young voice spoke: "Fifth uncle! The Khan must have his own considerations, the enemy situation at night is unknown, what if he goes out of the city and is attacked by someone? ……”

"Yue Tuo, shut up for me! Who are you? There's no room for you to interject here! Yue Tuo's words were interrupted by Mang Gurtai before he could finish his words.

Just as Yue Tuo was about to continue arguing a few words, Huang Taiji's voice sounded from outside: "Fifth brother is so majestic!" No one else is allowed to speak!

Is it that even I, the king of Khan, can't speak? ”

Huang Taiji's words choked Mang Gurtai's face and ears, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

After entering the main hall, Huang Taiji nodded to Yue Tuo with satisfaction, this second brother's son is indeed brave and strategic, and he is a rare handsome talent!

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