Chapter three hundred and seventy-six offering prisoners to the capital
Qinhuangdao is already a bustling place. Thousands of people and horses, endless vehicles, and forests of masts on the sea present a busy scene.
"Guan Dafan, the deputy general of the navy in Jinzhen, was ordered to come to pick up the Dongjiang Army officers and soldiers who returned to Liao Dynasty in triumph." Under the leadership of Zhang Tao, an officer came forward to see Guo Dajing.
Guo Dajing took a look and saw that Guan Dafan was short in stature and in his thirties. The weathered look on his face might indicate his career at sea.
This was Guo Dajing's request to the emperor. He was worried that if immigrants and tens of thousands of war horses were included, there would not be enough ships. Chongzhen was happy, and the navy from Tiaojin Town came to help.
"Thank you for your hard work, General Guan." Guo Dajing returned the gift and said with a smile: "There are a lot of supplies and thousands of immigrants. Without the ships led by General Guan, it would be difficult to carry them all at once."
Guan Dafan smiled, cupped his hands and said, "Shuai Guo, you're so polite. It's a great honor for me to provide ships for the Dongjiang Army, which has destroyed the enemy and accomplished extraordinary feats."
Guo Dajing smiled and nodded, and said to Zhang Tao: "Let the soldiers and the people rest for a day, load the supplies first, and plan the order of boarding. We will all board the ship and set sail tomorrow."
Zhang Tao said: "No problem, I will make arrangements for it."
Now only Guo Dajing has been promoted to the rank of Commander-in-Chief, and the rest of the meritorious personnel must be reported by Mao Wenlong and approved by the Ministry of War. Generals such as Zhang Tao will receive considerable rewards.
"It's the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, and it looks like we'll be celebrating the New Year on the boat." Guo Dajing counted the days and figured out how he would be home on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. He really missed his wife and relatives.
"There are so many inconveniences on the ship, why not make dumplings and eat them today!" Liu Qishi said with a smile: "It doesn't matter what the filling is, that's what it means."
Guo Dajing pondered for a moment and said, "It's all made into dry food. I'm afraid there won't be enough noodles, right?"
"You don't have to eat dumplings. If you have meat, you can celebrate the New Year. No one can tell." Shang Ke said with a smile: "In this small place, the things that can be purchased are limited."
Guo Dajing nodded and ordered people to buy cabbages, radishes, onions, garlic, etc., as well as meat such as pigs, sheep, chickens, etc., plus the leftover horse meat from the army, it would be good to have a meal.
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Not long after returning to the big tent, Meng Hao arrived to accept the mission. As an early intelligence officer, he was relatively familiar with the Gyeonggi area, so Guo Dajing left him in Qinhuangdao to be responsible for building a special dock and several warehouses.
"Although the chance of our army coming across the sea again is not very great, we must be prepared." Guo Dajing took out a piece of paper, handed it to Meng Hao, and said, "The other thing is to transport war horses and trade with the Mongolian tribes from Xuanda or Jizhen.
The war horses will also be transported from here to Liaodong."
Meng Hao took the paper, browsed the words on it, raised his head and asked, "Shuai Guo, there will be one or two sea ships stationed at the port, either to deliver messages or to transport war horses and other supplies. What do the officials say?"
"This is what Long live promised. I have already informed you about it, so you don't have to worry." Guo Dajing pondered for a moment and said, "If there is any accident, you and the people left behind can leave by boat. Safety first, don't worry about it."
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Meng Hao nodded, a look of emotion flashed across his face.
"In terms of intelligence, there is no need to deliberately inquire about it to avoid getting into trouble." Guo Dajing also warned: "The intelligence points in Beijing and Tianjin will also be changed, and I will inform you later."
"I understand." Meng Hao put the paper away, stood up and said, "Shuai Guo didn't have any instructions, so his subordinates resigned."
"Go!" Guo Dajing waved his hand and watched Meng Hao leave with a smile.
Domestic intelligence work is no longer too important. Guo Dajing just wants to concentrate on fighting against the enemy. Changes in the court and replacement of officials are beyond his control, and they will not have much impact on the Dongjiang Army.
As for Chongzhen's repeated policies, such as emigrating to Liaodong, Guo Dajing had no way to control it. He could only hope that this work that was beneficial to both sides could be maintained for a long time.
The domestic peasant uprising will become more and more intense, and I believe Chongzhen will also realize that sending the victims to Liaodong will be of great help in solving the ongoing civil unrest.
Guo Dajing knew that in order to attract more immigrants, such as the millions of Liao people who fled to the interior, the Dongjiang Army must win a decisive victory.
The sign should be to recover Liaoshen and push the Jianlu captives back to their homeland, or to the bitter cold land further north. Otherwise, it will be difficult for the people to go to Liaodong with peace of mind or return to their homeland.
Obviously, even if the Jianlu were severely damaged and weakened by the Great Famine, it would not be a task that could be completed in a short period of time if they wanted to attack Huanglong directly.
Guo Dajing laid out the map of Liaodong, shook off his cluttered thoughts, and continued to refine the battle plan for the second half of this year.
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The night is low, the moon is bright and there are few stars in the sky. Gazing at the night sky, one can't help but feel a deep and distant feeling.
The Dorgon brothers led more than 3,000 remnant troops to break through Lengkou and exit the customs, and headed eastward to the Chamugas area of Liaohe River (today's Heishui Town, Jianping, Chaoyang City).
This is the turning point of the return journey. The troops and horses will change from eastbound to northbound along the right bank of the Liao River.
"In about ten days, we can return to Shenyang." Azig threw dead branches into the fire, a look of relief on his face. "It doesn't matter if the food is not enough. You can hunt and fish along the way."
Duduo scratched his head and said: "It's okay to go back to Shenyang, but what about the future? How will Huang Taiji punish us? How can we keep our flag if our strength is lost?"
Dorgon nodded and said: "What the third brother said is exactly what I am worried about. Huang Taiji's two yellow flags suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Zunhua, but he is the King of Khan after all, and he occupies a righteous position. Take advantage.”
After a pause, he continued: "At this point, I think the only option is to unite with other banner leaders to compete with Huang Taiji, or even abolish his position as King Khan."
Daishan and Mang Gurtai were dead, and Huang Taiji was captured. These news were not known to the Dorgon brothers. They had to consider the crime of fleeing before the battle and calculate their future.
"The detour into the customs was an adventure that Huang Taiji had to take. He was the most responsible for the tragic failure." Azig snorted, tore off an undercooked leg of lamb, chewed it, and seemed to bite Huang Taiji's hand. On the body.
"Yes, he wants to punish us, but he has no confidence." Dorgon sneered: "Daishan and Mang Gurtai must also be full of complaints. Even if Daishan is not counted, the two blue flags plus our two white flags, It’s enough to compete with Huang Taiji.”
The two yellow flags are the strongest, but in order to overcome the public opinion this time, Huang Taiji also brought the most people and horses of the two yellow flags, so the losses were naturally the greatest.
In comparison, the troops dispatched by other banners were not large, but they actually had an advantage. After such discussion, the Dorgon brothers gained confidence and were not too afraid of Huang Taiji.
"I didn't expect that the Dongjiang Army could dispatch so many troops." Duduo shook his head and sighed: "It's not more than 10,000, it's more than 20,000. They also said that they can't carry many artillery. I think there are hundreds of them.
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It was also the first time for Jianlu to see rockets, so it was not surprising to think of them as artillery.
"It will be difficult to fight in the future!" Dorgon also sighed and said: "Especially in relying on strong defense, the Dongjiang Army relies on sharp firearms and is particularly good at it. It seems that our army must be careful when attacking cities and strongholds in the future.
Be careful."
Azig swallowed the meat in his mouth and said vaguely: "We still have to rely on field battles to win. The enemy has few cavalry. This is their weakness."
Duduo shrugged his shoulders. Destroying the enemy in the field was the most powerful tactic of the Hou Jin army. Against the Ming army, even if they did not have an advantage in strength, they had no record of defeat.
But if it were the Dongjiang Army, it would be very difficult to repeat similar tactics.
For example, before Huang Taiji took a detour to enter the pass, he also thought about the possibility of the Dongjiang Army coming across the sea to help.
Firstly, he thought that the Dongjiang Army would not be able to dispatch many men and horses in a hurry, and it would be more difficult to carry heavy weapons; secondly, he thought that the Dongjiang Army would go straight to the capital and strike in the field.
But the development of the matter was beyond Huang Taiji's expectation. It was his misjudgments step by step that ultimately led to the tragic defeat.
Thinking about it now, Dorgon felt that although Huang Taiji's choice was wrong, it was inevitable. Although there were many passes on the Great Wall, there were very few that could move vehicles.
Huang Taiji was the king of Khan, so he had to consider issues from the perspective of the entire Hou Jin Dynasty.
If we had just shown off our military power in Gyeonggi, we would have achieved our goal long ago. The key is to solve the great famine, we must find ways to transport the looted goods out of the country.
Otherwise, the Hou Jin Dynasty would still be in trouble despite the great famine. Moreover, the Mongolian tribes had to be taken care of and they would not agree to give up food, grass, money and silk in the first place.
Dorgon secretly lamented in his heart and was very worried about the situation of Houjin.
But none of this was said. Azig was simple-minded and Duduo was still young, so they were not people with whom he could share his worries and come up with solutions.
No matter what, I escaped. I kept the green hills and didn't have to worry about running out of firewood. From now on, I just have to take it one step at a time, and there's no point in overthinking it.
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Beijing.
Early in the morning, many people stood on both sides of the street. In the cold wind, more people kept coming and gathered on both sides of the street leading to Chengtianmen.
Presenting prisoners to the capital is always a grand ceremony, especially for the people who have personally experienced the war and have been in fear in the city for months.
When the rebels were rampant, they were galloping and plundering under the capital and around the capital. The people were frightened overnight and were both fearful and angry.
For hundreds of years, the capital has been besieged by the enemy, and there is no peace at the emperor's feet. The feeling of war has never been so real, so close to the people, with only a city wall separating them.
It is precisely because of the personal experience that I have a deeper hatred for Jianlu, and I also want to see the fate of Jianlu, who was once a nightmare.
"Dozens of pillars were erected at Caishikou. Those who want to be cut to pieces are not only the slaves, but also the damn traitors."
"It can't be finished in one day. We must let the slaves and traitors suffer for a few more days."
"Liu Jin was stabbed for more than three thousand times for three days. Those slaves had to be cut for five days to get rid of their hatred."
"Slave Chief Huang Taiji, cut him with ten thousand knives..."
People were talking and gnashing their teeth, but they didn't feel cold.
He Guizhong was also in the crowd, with two waiters standing next to him. Xiao Cui actually ran out to watch the fun, looking longingly in the direction of the city gate.
"The slave chief Huang Taiji is a fat man with a lot of meat. Even if he is cut with five thousand cuts, he will not die." He Guizhong said with a sneer: "I have brought all the money. I can buy this slave chief's meat to eat, and that will relieve my hatred!"
The two waiters nodded vigorously and agreed: "They all said they wished they could eat its meat raw, but today they were able to do so."
Xiaocui swallowed silently and looked at Boss He with a somewhat complicated look. She didn't expect that Boss He, who was usually cheerful all day long, could be so fierce.
"Brother, what you said makes sense." A middle-aged man turned his head, looked at He Guizhong, and said, "When the time comes, I will also eat the meat of the slave chief."
"If you can't swallow it, there's some wine here." He Guizhong took out a wine bottle from his arms and motioned to the middle-aged man.
"Brother--" the middle-aged man laughed, cupped his hands in admiration and said, "You are really well prepared."
Everyone around her looked at her with admiration, surprise, or admiration. Xiao Cui quickly lowered her head, fearing that she would be regarded as Boss He's accomplice.
The crowd in the distance became commotion, and someone kept repeating the message, "Here we come, entering the city."
Several flags suddenly appeared in the field of vision, causing people to make a noise. Accompanied by the sound of wheels, and escorted by officers and soldiers, cars loaded with heads drove into the capital one after another.
Cao Huachun was elated and walked in front of the team with his chest held high and his head held high. He felt the eyes from all directions and looked high-spirited.
As the eunuch who delivered the decree and oversaw the army, he also had a lot of contributions to the great victory of Zunhua. He stood on the city wall and cheered, and he was also a participant and witness of the battle.
As they marched, people's eyes gradually moved away from the flags, eunuchs, officers and soldiers. The prison car at the end contained none other than the slave chief Tai Chi.
We have already arrived in the capital, so we are not afraid of his death. As the biggest result of this battle, he naturally has to be the first to appear.
The rat was hung by its tail, so Huang Taiji had to raise his head, with a hemp rope tied in his mouth, like a pig or dog, and finally walked into the capital of the Ming Dynasty, which he had always dreamed of entering.
"Slave Chief, Huang Taiji." People's eyes widened and they cursed loudly.
"Cut him, give him ten thousand cuts."
"Butcher, murderer, heinous crime."
"Kill him, kill him one by one."
People no longer knew how to express their hatred. They pointed, cursed, and angrily shouted.
"I'll beat you to death, slave chief, to avenge my uncle, aunt, and nephew..." A young man wearing a scholar's shirt had red eyes and tears in his eyes. He was already incoherent. In anger, he took off his shoes and threw them at the emperor.
Tai Chi.
A shoe seemed to arouse people's inspiration and anger, and all the messy things were thrown at Huang Taiji.
"Smash you to death." Cups and dishes flew out of the second-floor window of the restaurant, fell on the prison van, and hit Huang Taiji on the head and face. The surrounding officers and soldiers hurriedly avoided the debris, raised their arms and shouted loudly.
Frozen rotten vegetable leaves, snow cubes, stones, and even frozen dog feces on the ground were all picked up by people. Anyway, they smashed whatever they could get.
Huang Taiji's face bloomed and blood flowed, but he kept his eyes closed, as if he could no longer feel any humiliation.