Fifty post offices in Fuzhou, southern Liaoning.

Prince Zheng of the Qing Dynasty, Jirgalang, sat on a tiger-skin blanket, his eyes closed. A fire was lit in front of him, and several generals of the Zhenglan Banner were sitting around him, silent, but there was a clear look of anxiety on his face. The sounds of shouting and killing were far away and low, just like shouts from the horizon.

With loud noises, the city wall was blown open with a gap of nearly one meter.

Shang Kehe was very happy when he saw this, and hurriedly commanded the Qing army to swarm. But as soon as they rushed to the gap, they saw rows of rushing into them. Hundreds of rockets erupted with smoke and flames, running back and forth in the narrow gap. The Qing army that had been rushing in first had no choice but to hide, and they all fell to the ground by arrows. With one blow, more than a hundred people were killed or injured. The Qing soldiers behind him were shocked and immediately dispersed and never dared to move forward again.

The Ming army hurried forward to kill the injured Qing soldiers, blocking the gap with stones and giant trees. Then the sound of Qing army artillery rumbled continuously.

A Ming soldier hurried over and knelt on one knee and said to Gao Yi: "Report to Gao Guard, all the people and wounded soldiers have retreated to a safe place."

Gao Yi nodded and ordered: "Let the remaining soldiers behind He Wei Palace retreat from the city one after another. I will burn all the things I cannot take away, and don't leave anything for the Tartars."

Shang Kexi walked into Fifty Posts under the leadership of Shang Kehe. It was originally a military city, and after the Ming army occupied it, many defense facilities were built. However, under the continuous bombardment of Qing army artillery, eight out of ten houses in the city collapsed. When the Ming army withdrew, it set fire everywhere. Along the way, the ground was covered with broken bricks and burning wood. It would probably take more than ten days to completely clean up these debris.

Shang Kexi's general Hu Shun came over with a team of soldiers and bowed to Shang Kexi, "King, the Ming army retreated too quickly in the city, and the brothers did not expect it at all. First of all, the troops we entered the city were too scattered and could not gather for a while. Although more than a thousand people went to pursue him, they were ambushed by the Ming army on the road, and there were great casualties, which made them escape. The subordinates were not in good condition, so they asked the king to ask for the crime."

Shang Kexi waved his hand, "No wonder you. I know that my army is coming to attack, and the Ming army will definitely not be able to defend here, but what I didn't expect was that they escaped so quickly. Forget it, a group of defeated soldiers fled and fled."

Hu Shun took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Shang Kexi, "When his subordinates entered the Ming army camp, they found this letter. It was written by Huang Fei to you."

Shang Kexi was surprised in his heart, picked it up and looked at it, and finally sighed, "Huang Fei hurt me."

His adviser Jin Guang took it over and looked at it, and his face changed. The letter wrote about Huang Long's life-saving grace, the Qing Dynasty's killing of Shang Kexi's father and brother, and the old friendship between the two. He said that the Qing Dynasty asked Shang Kexi to attack the Fifty Posts alone, but simply wanted to use the Ming army's hands to weaken Shang Kexi's strength. In order not to capture the Qing Dynasty's plan, Huang Fei ordered the army to withdraw. The letter also vaguely mentioned the private relationship of the monk Kexi in the past, and proposed to welcome Shang Kexi back to the Ming army at any time. "King, this letter must not be known to outsiders!"

Shang Kexi shook his head, "Can you hide it? Although the content of the letter can be hidden, as long as they know that Huang Fei left me a letter and I hide it but did not report it, it will definitely arouse suspicion of the Regent. Have you forgotten Meng Qiaofang? It was because you wanted to exchange for his son and contacted Zhou Xian privately, and ended up like that."

Jin Guang asked, "What should we do now?"

Shang Kexi thought about it and took the letter from Jin Guang to hand it back to Hu Shun, "Hu Shun, go find Prince Zheng and ask him to lead his troops into the city. In addition, please submit this letter to the Regent. Another point is to count the casualties and injuries of the entire army as soon as possible and report them together. I don't believe it, the losses of our army's ten-day attack are not as good as Huang Fei's counter-espionage letter."

After Hu Shun left, Jin Guang bowed and said, "I will die and live, and the prince is wise."

Shang Kexi sighed, "Huang Fei was a loyal and kind person in the past. When did he become so treacherous and actually acted against me? We are Han people and are afraid of the Manchus. A little bit of suspicion can cause a disaster in the future. Remember, don't open Huang Fei's letters in the future, and send them to the Regent directly."

Fan Wencheng rode on his horse and looked at the fifty post stations in the distance. "It's finally here."

Two charcoal basins were burning in the house, warm, Jiergalang sat on a Hu bed. In the Battle of Songshan, he was injured by Cao Bianjiao. Since then, whenever it was cold, his wounded pain was oozing. After hearing Fan Wencheng's words, he frowned slightly, "Although our army now occupy fifty posts, the Ming army still occupy Jinzhou and Fuzhou. In Liaoyang, the thief leader Han Yong was not killed. When he entered the pass again, what did the Regent think?"

Fan Wencheng said: "From the fifty posts to the south, the mountain roads are rugged and difficult to walk, especially in this winter. If you march again, the losses will be great. The best way is to completely occupy the fifty posts and block the Ming army's path to the north. When the time is ripe, you will be wiped out in one fell swoop. Although the thief leader Han Yong is still there, he has suffered heavy losses under the attack of our army. I don't know how he can make any big waves. The Regent chose to enter the pass at this time, which was proposed by the slave."

Jiergalang showed a faint anger, "Mr. Fan, Grand Secretary Fan, the Emperor is not bad to you! Did you vote for a new master so quickly?"

Fan Wencheng shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Prince, the master of the slave is the Qing Dynasty, the Emperor Shunzhi of my Qing Dynasty, not the regent. Look at this year, the death of the late emperor, the rebellion of Ningguta, the rebellion of Korea, the Ming army in southern Liaoning invaded Gaizhou many times, and the rebellion of the Chahar tribe in Mongolia has not been settled for many years. Although the Qing Dynasty was not considered a wandering storm, it also suffered heavy losses. At this time, every Qing people should put aside their personal prejudices in order to overcome difficulties."

Jiergalang was silent for a moment and said, "I don't blame you, but the situation in Liaodong has not yet settled. Is it really suitable to send troops at this time?"

Fan Wencheng said: "Prince, do you know the current situation in Mingjing?"
Chapter completed!