Dai Shan thought so, and felt that it was lucky to make a quick decision, abandon Liaodong and withdraw hundreds of thousands of tribes.

But others have different thoughts, such as Dorgon and Dodo.

The two brothers are not old and have never experienced the hardships that their father and brother have experienced. They suddenly changed from a generous life to this bitter and cold environment, of course they are full of resentment.

You should know that the Jianzhou Jurchens also migrated from the bitter and cold land in the north. Nurhaci and several eldest sons experienced hardships.

"Sleeping on firewood and tasting gall, three thousand Yue Jia can swallow Wu." Duoduo drank a sip of wine. He was both ambitious and unrestless. "Stay and recuperate. In just a few years, my great gold can cheer up again and attack Ming again."

Duoduo nodded vigorously, agreeing with his brother's statement.

Although they were dissatisfied with their father Khan's death, they did not dare to show it too clearly.

Although the older brothers such as Mangguertai and Huang Taiji were dead, the Dorgon brothers still lacked military achievements and qualifications, which completely surrendered to the Eight Banners tribes.

However, Dorgon is the heir designated by Nurhaci. If he does not make a big mistake, no one will challenge him for the time being.

As the oldest Da Beile Daishan, he was originally the most powerful competitor in the Khan position. However, his son Yue Tuo and Shuotuo were all killed in battle, and the two red flags also suffered heavy losses. He seemed to be discouraged and pose little threat to Dorgon.

Hearing Duoduo's crazy words, Dai Shan rolled his eyes secretly and did not immediately refute and confront.

In his opinion, Duoduo was drunk too much or just arrogance that was ignorant of the world, which was simply unrealistic.

It will be only a few years to cheer up and attack the Ming Dynasty again? If it is so simple, why should we retreat and transfer? Why should we lose so many people to block the Ming army?

Can you replenish the lost people in a few years? Dai Shan pursed the corner of his mouth indifferently, and he didn't agree with it in his heart.

Now don’t think about how to cheer up the dream of attacking Ming Dynasty. How to make hundreds of thousands of tribes survive? It is important to guard against the Ming army’s continued attack.

It is difficult to defend the Ming army's battle formation by just cavalry and shooting. Dai Shan is still scared of the sharpness of the Ming army's muskets and cannons.

If it still occupies Liaodong, there may be resources to build guns and cannons to increase its own firepower; retreating to this bitter and cold place, finding exploitable minerals and having enough craftsmen is already a luxury that is difficult to achieve.

Just after this winter, I don’t know how many tribesmen will die of cold and starvation. Moreover, many tribesmen are like Dorgon. They are used to enjoying it and adapting to the hard life is not that easy.

Despite this wooden house, warmth and food, Dorgon and others were not satisfied and unwilling to give up.

"King King." Dai Shan raised his head and said slowly: "I have organized several elite troops. After the snow stopped, I went out and searched in several directions to find some supplies to alleviate the difficulties of the tribe."

Jiannu fled northward until the Songhua River. He stopped a little after arriving. Then, tens of thousands of tribes continued to go north until the Heilongjiang River basin stopped.

Hundreds of thousands of people could not be placed too densely. There were few people along the way. If you want to loot the materials, Daishan could only send people to continue searching.

"In addition, organizing tribe members to go to the mountains to hunt, chisel ice and fish, has also been arranged." Dai Shan continued: "Searching for materials is one aspect, and finding a farmable place or a livable place is also an urgent task."

Not only Jiannu, but also tens of thousands of Han slaves, who are best at farming. When they find a livable place, hundreds of thousands of people can survive separately in villages and villages.

Dorgon nodded repeatedly, why did he respect Daishan? Daishan was not only the oldest brother, but also the regent minister appointed by his father Khan, but also the prestigious Dabeile.

"Thank you for your hard work in the Great Beile." Dorgon praised, showing his knowledge beyond his brother, and said: "It was cold and freezing when he retreated north, and the road was better. After spring, the rivers were open, the road was far away and the mud was difficult to move forward. It would be difficult for the Ming army to continue attacking."

Daishan agreed with this, but he still reminded carefully: "Nevertheless, we should not take it lightly."

"That's natural." Dorgon said in contemplation: "I want to send a group of people to continue exploring north, or even establish a base in case."

"Okay, okay." Dai Shan nodded vigorously, raised his glass and said with a respectful look: "King Khan is thoughtful and carefully, this is a perfect solution."

Dorgon raised his glass and respected him, showing humility.

A harmonious atmosphere appeared in the wooden house. The eldest brother and the younger brother had a happy conversation, and they also had a dream of enduring development and making a big move.

The snowflakes were floating outside the house, and they were no longer knee-deep.

A dozen miles away is a shelter in the mountains and forests, where a group of migrating Jurchens gather.

Fan Wencheng carried a bundle of firewood on his back and stepped on the knee-deep snow, and walked towards his home step by step.

He estimated the time and was quite accurate. As soon as the door of the wooden house opened, a Jurchen man walked out, feeling comfortable all over, humming some song to go away.

Fan Wencheng and the Jurchens walked away before they walked away, walked to their own door, and pushed the door open and entered.

The wooden house is very small and there is not even a bed. A pile of weeds covered with animal skins, which is the place to sleep. A few broken stones are built up, and an iron pot is hung on the beams, and the room is filled with fireworks.

Fan Wencheng's wife was very young, and Huang Taiji rewarded him after he defected to Jiannu.

At this time, the young woman slowly sat up from the animal skin, looked at Fan Wencheng with expressionless face, full of contempt and disdain, and was wearing clothes lazily.

Fan Wencheng filled the firewood into the fire, smoke rose, sparks splashed, flames rose, and there was a little warmth in the house.

The woman put on her dress and threw a pocket silently.

Fan Wencheng reached out and weighed it, looking only two kilograms of rice, and couldn't help but shake his head. After a moment of pause, he grabbed two or three handfuls of rice from it and put it into the pot.

The Jiannu fled not only because of the miserable miserable Jurchens, but also because of the traitor who defected to Jiannu.

The decline of the Later Jin Dynasty was a foregone conclusion, and there was no need to think about "using martial arts to suppress the rebellion and supporting the peace with culture and education", and even lost the appreciation of the Fan traitor Huang Taiji.

Under the pressure of survival, traitors such as Fan Wencheng inevitably became second-class people under the Jurchens. In fact, they were second-class people and were not even qualified to be "slaves".

The rice exchanged for meat was tumbling in the boiling water in the pot, and the aroma of porridge gradually became stronger, which made Fan Wencheng swallow involuntarily.

The most important thing is to survive. He doesn’t care about shame and integrity.

The woman walked over quietly, served a bowl of porridge from the pot, and started drinking it aside.

Fan Wencheng also served porridge and drank it. When the pot was almost empty, he coughed dryly and said to the woman: "I will go to the river to chisel ice to fish tomorrow. You don't have to push the door, two people are coming."

The woman paused when eating porridge, looked at Traitor Fan with a contempt and cold look, and then lowered her head.
Chapter completed!