After the death of Huang Taiji, the Jin Kingdom as a whole also entered turmoil, Chen Xin took the opportunity to take the salient of the Liaonan Peninsula, and continued to advance in the direction of Shenyang, and all the original plans of Dajin were disrupted.

Later, Dolgon also seized the opportunity to take advantage of Chen Xin's huge threat to persuade most of the Baylor and ministers of the Dajin Eight Banners to unify their opinions, and planned to use Lushun as a breakthrough point to complete the integration of the Eight Banners before he ascended the throne.

However, now, all the follow-up plans have been broken by the Lushun defense line in front of them, and in the face of this port fortress city that cannot be besieged by Dajin's ability for so long, all the banners have already suffered heavy losses.

Not only did the outer vassal Mongolia and the Eight Banners who did not deal with Dolgon lose confidence. Even Zilharang was looking for Duoduo to come and persuade him, and once he speculated, the thoughts of those Mele Ezhen, Jiala Ezhen, and Niu Lu Ezhen were even more conceivable.

"Brother ······"

Dolgon waved his hand and violently interrupted Duoduo's words, "Needless to say, what Zilharang said that day has some truth, Dajin poured all his strength into the country again, if it drags on for a long time, it is better to strike with all his might."

Today is already the largest attack that our army can launch, and since there is no way to overcome the defense line on the opposite side, then our army should not stay for a long time, even if the withdrawal of troops is not in our favor, we can no longer drag on and delay time, and consume national strength.

The things that unite people's hearts have to find other ways to solve them.

Duoduo, let the banner owners of each banner and Baylor, Beizi, and ministers go to the Great Tent to discuss the matter of the withdrawal of the army from Lushun as soon as possible. ”

"Wow!"

Dodor stood up and was about to turn around and walk away to give the order, when Dorgon stopped him again and said, "Dodor, when you go to inform them, don't tell them about the evacuation of the army, let alone tell them that the army is going to leave immediately.

This kind of information must not be disseminated at will at this time, and I will discuss it with them myself after it reaches the big tent. ”

Dordor, who was still a little younger, paused in his footsteps, as if he didn't understand what Dorgon meant.

Seeing his brother like this, Dolgon felt that there was no one around, and sighed and said, "If the news is allowed to spread, it is difficult to guarantee that the people below will not be bad."

If they were found by the Huaxia Army when they were making relevant preparations in advance, then even if we wanted to go, we wouldn't be able to go so safely.

With such a huge army of ours, even if we want to retreat, we have to make a look of continuing to attack tomorrow and confuse the Huaxia army on the opposite side! ”

Dorgon said it so bluntly that Dorgon would be a fool if he didn't understand it, nodded knowingly, and turned away.

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"Brother Laizi, hurry up, hot white-flour steamed buns, I'll help you get them."

Lin Zhengyin, who came out to shout to the Houjin Army during the propaganda war, said loudly and handed Laizi a white-flour steamed bun.

This is a small camp in the direction of the left flank of the fortress in the port of Arthur, where the Houjin troops who surrendered to Cheng temporarily lived.

There is a simple rammed earth wall around, some torches are inserted in the wall, and some soldiers of the Chinese army sit on the highest point of the rammed earth wall.

Lai Zi knew that they were guarding against the fact that there were Tartars in their coats, and these Huaxia troops were not fierce to them, but they never gave them any good faces.

Although they looked at the people who had taken refuge in Baoyi a little strangely, Laizi still felt that he had come to the right place.

However, even if he knew that Huaxia Jun didn't need to harm him, Laizi was still a little trembling, just because of the white-faced steamed bun that appeared in front of him.

The blood stains and sludge on the face that he got when he was fleeing for his life before had not been washed off, and he took the steamed bun with a cower.

The white noodles without adding various chemical elements appear slightly black and yellow, and they are not as good as the steamed buns sold on the market before Chen Xin's crossing, but people who have not experienced the baptism of chemical additives in this era have no feeling about it, and they also feel that this kind of white noodles is white enough.

Especially when the fragrance of authentic white noodles came, Lai Zi suddenly felt the saliva in Gao's mouth coming out one after another, and he raised his head with some trepidation and looked at Lin Zhengyin in front of him.

Lin Zhengyin is also a member of the wrappers who secretly came over from Houjin to join the Huaxia Army, so he naturally knows what Lai Zi is panicking about now.

They have eaten enough of the suffering on the Houjin side, even if it is a mixture of bran, grains, wild vegetables, and grass, they can't eat enough, let alone white noodles.

Lin Zhengyin said casually in a tone that was not a big deal: "This is to welcome you to specially steam, and the first meal that comes here is all authentic white noodles.

It's just that after eating this meal, I don't know when we will be able to eat pure white noodles again, and what we eat is basically all kinds of mixed grains and white flour buns, but it's much better than the Tartar side, at least we won't be hungry anymore, and we can eat as much as we want. ”

As Lin Zhengyin spoke, he sat down next to Laizi and concentrated on nibbling on the multigrain cake he had received.

There is no way, although there is no shortage of food in China now, but in the era when there is no various preservation capabilities, it is very troublesome to transport grain over long distances, and the biggest trouble is mold caused by humid weather at sea.

For this reason, flour, which absorbs a lot of water, can only be transported in small quantities, and most grain ships can only transport those grains that can be preserved for a long time.

For example, potatoes that have not yet been eaten on a large scale in China at this time are not easy to mold as long as they are stored at low temperatures. Fried noodles made from miscellaneous grains such as barley are also easy to preserve, and of course various canned foods also account for a certain proportion of military rations.

Lai Zi saw that Lin Zhengyin began to eat, and he was also relieved, lowered his head and took a bite gently, the steamed buns were so delicious, Lai Zi couldn't remember when he had eaten white noodles at all.

Maybe it was when he was at home for the New Year a few years ago, at that time he had a father at home, and another brother, and the whole family lived in a village.

However, time seemed to beat, and in the blink of an eye he was already a strange place thousands of miles away, Lushun, a place he had never heard of.

And his father, as well as his brother who supported everything in the family, well, and the whole family after his brother got married, all died on the way to Liaodong by the Tartars.

He took a small bite of the white-flour steamed bun, carefully tasting the long-lost delicacy of the steamed bun, and the tears in his eyes flowed down his cheeks silently.

"Dad, I miss you. Brother, why didn't you survive it, I can eat white noodles again now. ”