When the old man heard this, his face showed a look of panic, and he pointed at Zhang Dou and shouted: "You dare to disturb the rest of the Khan King, you are the undying enemy of Dajin, and no one in the world can save you!" ”

"That's it! Come on! Ben Shuai has long been an undying enemy of the Jurchens, and he is not alive and well now. The situation of your Jurchens is a little bad, you must be careful!

If you were killed by Ben Shuai into Shengjing, how you treated the Han people back then, how Ben Shuai would treat you!

And Ben Shuai is also very resentful, even if he runs to the ends of the earth, Ben Shuai will chase and kill to the end.

Those who offend me in Huaxia will be punished even if they are far away! Zhang Dou stared at the old man's eyes and said word by word.

The old man was stunned by what Zhang Dou said, and then rushed towards Zhang Dou angrily.

"I'm fighting with you! Eight Banners disciples, kill Zhang Dou with me! ”

Looking at the old man who was getting closer and closer, Zhang Dou raised an arm. The soldiers around him who wanted to rush up immediately stopped and looked at the old man playfully.

Just rushed to Zhang Dou's horse, the huge mace hammer head gradually enlarged in the old man's eyes.

The mace smashed into the old man's stomach, and the people around him could clearly hear the sound of bones breaking.

The old man flew back upside down faster than he rushed over, and fell among the captured Jurchens.

Zhang Dou's mace almost smashed the old man's internal organs, and even his spine was broken by this mace.

The old man who fell to the ground did not die for a while, and opened his mouth to spit out several large mouthfuls of blood mixed with minced meat.

The old man's spirit instantly weakened, and it wasn't until he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood that he could see the people around him clearly, as if he was the only one who had just launched a suicide attack.

He didn't know what was wrong with the Jurchens? The spirit of not fearing death has disappeared in the young body.

Although the young Jurchens are still practicing martial arts, they are more likely to compete with each other for the gorgeousness of their clothes and the majesty of their war horses under their crotch.

Could this be the reason for the reuse of Han Chinese? If this is the case, why did the Khan King pass on the throne to Huang Taiji?

With a thick sense of unwillingness, the old man slowly closed his eyes, and he wanted to go underground and ask Nurhachi, what happened to the Jurchens?

Zhang Dou looked at the Jurchens kneeling in front of him with disdain, most of these people were young people in their twenties and thirties, but they had been frightened by the Changxing Army, and they were not as good as the old man who was killed by his own mace.

This is the so-called Eight Banners disciple, who entered the customs and saw the rapid corruption and degeneration of the Huahua world in the pass.

When the foreign enemy invaded, he thought that he could break the artillery by setting up a yin array? It's that they don't feel sorry for the great rivers and mountains of China at all, so that China has a hundred years of humiliation.

And what about their own Changxing Army? Will it be the same as these Eight Banners kids?

Thinking of the panic of the Jurchens when he led the team to suddenly kill Qingfuling, Zhang Dou shook his head for a while.

The sneak attack that he had carefully prepared was useless at all, and the Jurchens guarding the Qingfu Tomb were obviously some rookies who had never been on the battlefield.

Led by some elderly people, he tried to launch a counterattack, and only one charge defeated the guards of Qingfuling.

When some of the imprisoned craftsmen were released, the battle was over.

In addition to the hundreds of Jurchens who were captured, most of the rest were killed by angry artisans.

Contentment with pleasure is the worst enemy of a warrior, and the dignified Jurchens are not all warriors who are not afraid of death.

The Changxing Army could not give up its own force, and its external expansion was a road of continuous strengthening.

As long as Changxingjun himself is not chaotic, with Zhang Dou's insight beyond this era, he will definitely make Huaxia stand on top of the world.

Soon Nurhachi's coffin was carried out, and the body inside was burned to ashes by a fire.

The mausoleum built by Qingfu Mausoleum cannot be wasted, and such a large tomb is only lived in Nurhachi, and it is a little too wasteful.

In the spirit of wasting a shameful choice, the captured Jurchen guards were driven into the mausoleum by the Changxing army, and the entire tomb was blown up after a loud bang.

Looking at the thousands of emaciated craftsmen, Zhang Dou's horse swept in front of them.

"This marshal is Zhang Dou of the Changxing Army, and the Ming Dynasty is not the prince of the country!" As soon as Zhang Dou's words came out, thousands of craftsmen immediately discussed.

Many people immediately knelt down and kowtowed to Zhang Dou, and some shouted long live, which made Zhang Dou very depressed.

When the craftsmen calmed down, Zhang Dou continued: "This is the Qingfu Tomb, which is only twenty miles away from Shengjing, the capital of Jiannu! ”

Zhang Dou's words once again caused the craftsmen to be in turmoil, and some people shouted that Zhang Dou would take them away.

This time, without waiting for Zhang Dou to speak, the soldiers of the Changxing Army immediately rushed into the crowd of craftsmen and punched and kicked them.

The craftsmen were beaten and kicked by Changxingjun and quieted down, this time no one dared to talk about it, and they all quietly listened to what Zhang Dou was saying.

"Although Ben Shuai saved you, Jiannu may be killed at any time! Tell Ben Shuai! Do you want to die or live? As soon as Zhang Dou's words came out, someone immediately knelt down and begged Zhang Dou for help.

"Handsome! Help us! ”

"Handsome! The little ones want to live! ”

"Take us away!"

……

They were originally a group of mortal people, and the day when the Qingfu Tomb was completely built was the time when they died.

They thought they were going to die, and they suddenly saw the hope of life, which made their already numb hearts beat violently again.

Listening to the voices one after another, a smile appeared on Zhang Dou's face.

The remaining armor soldiers on the side of Yue Tuo were less than a thousand, and nearly half of the combat strength had not opened the road to Qingfuling.

Just as he was about to make a desperate bet, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard in the distance.

The number of cavalry that can be judged from the sound of horses' hooves is definitely not a few, Yue Tuo was unwilling to glance at the official road covered with corpses, and decisively ordered a retreat!

It didn't take long for Zhang Dou to appear in front of Lu Rile, and the bloodied swordsman smiled happily the moment he saw the golden sun and moon banner.

Zhang Dou's appearance here indicates that the Qing Fuling Tomb has been destroyed. Without their resistance, Zhang Dou would not have been able to solve the battle of Qingfuling so smoothly.

"Withdraw! There are enough surprises for Huang Taiji, I hope he won't be too surprised to see the appearance of Qing Fuling! Zhang Dou gave an order, and the Changxing army quickly cleaned up the battlefield and retreated back to the way it came.

Before Yue Tuo returned to Shengjing City, he saw five thousand Yellow Banner armor soldiers neatly lined up outside the city, which was the most trusted force of Huang Taiji.

Every soldier in it is a veteran of many years of war, and he is even more loyal to Huang Taiji.

Huang Taiji was not too surprised to see Yue Tuo defeated and returned, Qingfu Mausoleum was only twenty miles away from Shengjing, and even if there was no ambush, it would not allow reinforcements to arrive smoothly.

"It's good to be back! Follow Ben Khan into the Qing Fuling Tomb and kill the mud! ”

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