Daishan could foresee the continued defeats of the Later Jin Dynasty. Whether in terms of weapons and equipment or the number of troops, there was an unbridgeable gap between the Later Jin Dynasty and the Ming army.
Even if the Ming army stopped the attack and gave the Later Jin a year or two to breathe, the Later Jin would not be able to make much improvement in these two aspects.
When Daishan thought of the fierce artillery bombardment and the dense musket fire, he couldn't help but feel despair in his heart.
It's like a child fighting with an adult. The gap is too huge. No matter how hard they try or how well they plan, it's difficult to win.
The Ming army was already so powerful, and after this great victory, its morale was even higher and its desire to attack was strong; the Later Jin suffered heavy losses, was in a precarious situation, and could even be said to be in danger.
Just when he was feeling sad, he suddenly heard his father Khan groaning. Daishan hurriedly ordered the car to stop and went to check on him.
The old slave had a cloth wrapped around his head, and blood was already oozing out. He was lucky that the flying shrapnel had hit him in the head and hadn't killed him immediately.
The old slave slowly woke up, still dizzy and in pain, his vision a little blurry, and he blinked slowly.
"Father Khan, Father Khan." The calling voice sounded in my ears.
The old slave pursed his dry lips, and Daishan immediately asked for water. After two sips of water, the old slave's mind gradually became clear.
"Our army has been defeated." The old slave fixed his gaze on Daishan's face and asked in a weak voice.
Daishan lowered his head and remained silent, not daring to meet his father Khan's gaze.
The old slave slowly closed his eyes, enduring the pain and dizziness as he thought rapidly, determining future actions and arrangements.
"Father Khan, our army is moving towards Anshan." Daishan said weakly, "Anshan is a small city. I think Liaoyang can hold its ground and defeat the enemy."
Nurhaci slowly opened his eyes and said, "The Ming army's firearms are fierce, and they also have unique tactics for attacking cities. I am afraid that if we defend Liaoyang to the death, we will repeat the mistakes of Haicheng."
Daishan blinked his eyes and listened attentively.
Nurhaci thought about it and said, "Dig trenches where the roads are winding or dangerous. If you can defend it, then defend it. If it is difficult to defend, then retreat. This is better than sitting in the city."
Daishan nodded vigorously and said, "I understand, my son. This is how it will be arranged along the way."
A sharp pain hit the old slave, and he frowned hard. After a long while, he finally said, "Call the generals over here. I have something important to tell you."
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