Xiong Tingbi taught Zhu Yinglong how to observe the battlefield, how to use troops, and equip troops. If he fought defensive wars, siege wars, field wars, encounter wars and ambush wars, his presentation was always much better than boring indoctrination. Zhu Yinglong himself was not bad in his qualifications and accepted them very quickly. What's more, he had read a lot of military books in his previous time and space, and he had many other military books. He could barely be considered a junior military enthusiast. He had a little foundation, so it was clear to the point of being a simple thing. And deep-level things depend on everyone's ability to understand. If you instill something in Xiong Tingbi's head into Zhu Yinglong, Zhu Yinglong could not become another Xiong Tingbi. That famous general did not come out of blood and fire. Zhu Yinglong did not expect himself to become a famous general, but the necessary military knowledge was still needed.

Before he knew it, a morning passed like this, and the moat in the north city that Zhu Yinglong and others faced was almost filled. Nurhaci retracted his troops and saw smoke rising from his military camp. It was thought that it was cooking fires and cooking, and he would fight when the soldiers were full! Zhu Yinglong and others also quietly retreated down the mountain to avoid being discovered by others. They could not make fires and cook, so they had to make do with some dry food.

There is no problem with them eating like this. Sun Shenxing was forced to drink porridge every day, otherwise he would have starved to death. The old man was stubborn enough and had no choice but to fill him with a few sips of the cold porridge he had prepared in advance. At this moment, he was not as hard as he had been a few days ago. Not only did he drink the porridge, but he also said he wanted to see Xiong Tingbi after drinking it.

As soon as he saw Xiong Tingbi and Zhu Yinglong, Sun Shenxing asked, "Did Nurhaci attack Ningyuan City?" He really suspected that he was filled with that little porridge every day, and he still had such great strength at this time.

Facing his old friend, Xiong Tingbi didn't want to hide anything and nodded slowly.

"Gaodi is a country that will ruin!" Sun Shenxing cried out with sadness, and two lines of turbid tears flowed down his eyes. Zhu Yinglong felt the stubborn old man's patriotic heart at this time, and couldn't help but feel sorry for the patriotic and talented country not only did not value them, but instead caused many pains to them, but also carried many incomprehensible crimes. However, they were determined and always put their hearts on their own country. Why did such a person exist? The Ming Dynasty in his original time and space will be destroyed? This question is worth Zhu Yinglong's deep thought!

The Khan of the Later Jin Dynasty was in charge of the Khan. Nurhaci was summoning the generals to discuss how to break through Ningyuan City.

His temples were gray on the white tiger skin above, his face was calm and his eyes were bright, and he stared at the dozen senior generals of the Later Jin standing on the left and right. Half of them were his sons, and each of them was brave and good at fighting. This was a great thing for him, but having so many excellent sons was not necessarily a good thing. They all stared at his position, making it difficult for him to break it. Among the philosophers, the Four Beile Huang Taiji was outstanding, but it was not a good thing for him to be too ambitious. His favorite was the fourteenth Dorgon, but unfortunately he was too young and could not see anything special. He was deliberately refrigerated by himself, in order to polish his character. After a few years, if he could find out his great purpose, he would be the heir.

When the beiles, the banner owners, the Zuoling and others in the tent saw the Khan summoning them, they didn't say a word, and everyone started to whisper, but they couldn't guess that Nurhaci was not thinking about the battle of Ningyuan but who was the heir to establish.

Nurhaci found that all the generals were here, and coughed slightly, and there was no sound in his entire sweat tent. The generals stood in their own position, looking at Nurhaci sitting on it, waiting for him to speak.

"Ajig, what are the casualties in the siege today?" Nurhaci asked in a deep voice.

Ajige didn't expect that he would be the first to ask him today. After a little slow, he hurriedly stepped out and said, "Report to my mother, the Eight Banners soldiers were not seriously injured, about 300 people, and the Han soldiers and infantry were injured and killed or killed more than 2,000 people."

"How were the casualties of the Ming army defending the city?" Nurhaci continued to ask.

A layer of sweat suddenly appeared on Ajige's head. He was good at fighting and charging, but he was not good at placing troops and counting casualties, not to mention that he was from the enemy, so he was even worse. The data just now was also what he heard from the fourth brother Huang Taiji, and he asked how he could answer this.

Huang Taiji and Ajige and Dorgon brothers had a good relationship. They couldn't bear to see him being scolded by Nurhaci, so they went out and said, "Report to my mother, the eleventh brother was charging forward just now and did not pay attention to the casualties of the Ming army. The son was behind them. The casualties of the Ming army were probably about 2,000."

Nurhaci nodded and said, "You guys stand aside first!"

Ajige and Huang Taiji quickly joined in response. Ajige secretly gave Huang Taiji a grateful look, and the brotherly feelings were unspeakable.

"How strong are the Ming army defending the city?" Nurhaci suddenly asked. The answer to this question was not known for a long time, so why did the Khan still ask?

The second Bele Amin took the lead and said, "You reported to the Great Khan, the Ming army's garrison was Yuan Chonghuan, and there were about 10,000 troops."

"Yuan Chonghuan, do you know this person?" Nurhaci glanced at the generals in the tent and said, but no one answered for a while.

At this time, the Han official Fan Wencheng came out and said, "I know that Yuan Chonghuan was originally from Dongguan, Guangdong. He studied under Han Du and served as a county magistrate. He went to Beijing to participate in the assessment and was listed as the top rank. He was appointed as the head of the Ministry of War. He knew military tactics, was both civil and military, was calm and courageous, and had a good relationship with Xiong Tingbi. He was also appreciated by former master Sun Chengzong. Unfortunately, the Ming court did not recognize talents. If he was valued, he would be in Liaodong, it would be difficult for us to enter Shanhaiguan!"

"Mr. Fan, you won't exaggerate it on purpose. Just a Ningqiandao Censor or a civil servant. If Xiong Tingbi resurrected, it would be a fool to have more than 10,000 people trying to resist my 130,000 army. Now he has no way out. As long as we trap him for a few months, I'm afraid that no one in Ningyuan City will survive!" Mangguertai stood up and said.

Fan Wencheng did not refute, but just joined his own queue and was not making any noise.

"Random, Mangourtai, you are not apologizing to Mr. Fan!" Nurhaci said with an angry look on his face.

Under the accumulation of power of his father, Mangourtai had to run over to Fan Wencheng and said, "Mr. Fan, Mangourtai apologizes to you."

Fan Wencheng didn't even move, but just clasped his fists and replied with a little bow. Nurhaci saw that the atmosphere in the tent was not suitable for discussing military aircraft, so he announced the cancellation of the military agreement and left Fan Wencheng to stay alone in the tent of the sweat.
Chapter completed!