Three Kingdoms: Domination of the World

In the autumn of 1641, the third year of Xinqi, the situation was changing rapidly, and a war that would determine the fate of the world was about to break out.

The autumn wind rustled, rustling the flags. The atmosphere within the Qing Imperial Palace was heavy and tense. In the Battle of Shanhaiguan, the two sides had vastly disparate forces. Huang Taiji offered peace talks, but Suo Chao flatly refused.

"Your Majesty, I beg you to fight. How dare you, a mere Han Chinese, underestimate us?" Dorgon knelt on one knee, his right fist clenched into the ground. His eyes were firm and fiery. He raised his head slightly and stared intently at his brother, Huang Taiji, who sat on the throne. His face was filled with determination and courage, a passion that risked everything for his country.

"Your Majesty, I feel the same." Duoduo took a step forward and knelt on one knee, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

The atmosphere in the palace hall was oppressive and suffocating. Huang Taiji paced back and forth, his brow furrowed, his face filled with worry. He would occasionally stop and look outside the hall, as if pondering a response.

"The Ming army has 600,000 soldiers. Are we sure we can hold our ground?" Huang Taiji finally stopped, turned around, looked at his ministers eagerly, with a hint of anxiety in his voice.

Dorgon strode forward, clasped his hands together, his eyes revealing determination and confidence. He raised his head slightly, looked directly at Huang Taiji, and said:

"Royal brother, this Suo Chao is an unknown person. In the past, Han Xin fought a desperate battle, and Xiang Yu burned his boats to defeat the Qin army. I, Dorgon, consider myself not bad either, and defending the territory of the Qing Dynasty is no problem." His voice was loud and powerful, echoing in the hall.

Dorgon stood up, straightened his back, and a hint of pride appeared on his face. His hand tightly grasped the sword at his waist, as if ready to draw the sword at any time and fight for the Qing Dynasty.

If peace talks were not possible, they would have to surrender to the Ming Dynasty and become a vassal state of the Ming Dynasty again. At this time, the Eight Banners descendants were brave, and Huang Taiji was unwilling to sit and wait for death.

The Manchus numbered 30, and with the captured Han and Mongolian civilians, they only had a population of one million. Without the right timing, location, and people, the thought of conquering Shanhaiguan would have been a pipe dream. At this point, the Ming's Guanning Iron Cavalry was still in place, and the Qing had yet to muster its four powerful and formidable main armies.

The Qing's three main armies—the Manchu, Mongol, and Han banners—mobilized an entire nation, totaling 20 men, to await the Ming army. Armored and armed, their gazes blazing. Their orderly formations, imposing and imposing, resembled an impenetrable Great Wall of steel.

Suo Chao commanded 60 elite troops, divided into three groups: the Gubeikou Road, the Lulong Road, and the Banghai Road. The dark army surged like a tide, its banners blotting out the sun, its momentum overwhelming.

The mountains were high and the roads were long, so Suo Chao personally led the initial deployment of the three armies. Otherwise, the effort of crossing mountains and rivers would have been too great. In the past, Emperor Yang of Sui's expedition to Goguryeo had resulted in the defeat of a million-strong army. This time, through the Wushuang Sword Domain, the two armies were successfully deployed to the Liaodong battlefield.

Li Cunxiao led 20 troops and took the Gubeikou Road, Wu Sangui led 20 troops and took the Lulong Road, and Suo Chao led his troops out of Shanhaiguan, passed through the Liaoxi Corridor, and headed straight for Ningyuan City.

"Is this the Ningyuan Guard where Yuan Chonghuan is stationed?" Suo Chao looked at the fortified city in front of him with awe. To break through the Liaoxi Corridor, they had to first capture Ningyuan Guard, then Jinzhou Guard, and then they could march smoothly into the Liaodong Plain.

The Guanjinning Line of Defense, built in the late Ming Dynasty, had both advantages and disadvantages. It resisted several attacks by the Later Jin, but it also wasted a huge amount of manpower and material resources.

Suo Chao rode on a Ferghana horse, clad in silver armor, holding the Nine-Glory Thunder Spear and slung over his back a Yangyouji bow. His eyes were cold and sharp as he scanned the Ningyuan Guards ahead.

"General Zhang, these 20 troops are now in your hands. Are you confident you can contain the Qing troops in Ningyuanwei?" Suo Chao tilted his head slightly, his gaze fixed on Zhang Xianzhong. His voice was steady and powerful, as if it could inspire endless confidence.

Zhang Xianzhong immediately saluted with his fists clasped, his eyes full of reverence and determination.

"Don't worry, Imperial Master. I will definitely fulfill my mission." His posture was as straight as a pine tree, emanating a strong fighting spirit. He gripped his sword tightly, as if ready to fight at any moment.

Suo Chao used his supernatural powers to quietly escape Zhang Xianzhong's army and sneak into Ningyuanwei. In the dead of night, he unleashed his unparalleled strength, and in a flash of light, a 20-man army appeared out of thin air.

"King Chuang, these 20 troops are handed over to you. You must capture Ningyuanwei," Suo Chao's voice was as loud as a bell and full of majesty.

Li Zicheng knelt on one knee respectfully with his hands clasped together.

"I obey your command." There was a raging fire of war in his eyes and a firm expression on his face.

Suo Chao once again set out on his expedition, traveling thousands of miles, and easily infiltrated Jinzhouwei. This time, he summoned 40 troops and personally launched an attack on the Qing army in Jinzhouwei and the Liaodong Plain.

Under the pincer attack, the Ming army was unstoppable. Soon, Ningyuanwei and Jinzhouwei were captured by the Ming army. Duoduo was defeated and fled to Liaodong in panic.

The 120 million-strong army converged on the Liaodong Plain, a scene of unparalleled grandeur, with flags flying and spears and swords pointed. The troops pointed directly at the heart of the Qing Dynasty, like a sharp sword, ready to pierce the enemy's heart at any moment.