The letter was written by Huang Taiji himself. Of course, this is open to question. There is still no shortage of literati who want to come to Huang Taiji to help him.
However, this tone was that of Huang Taiji.
The letter is not long, and most of it talks about the Battle of Daling River, especially about how Zu Dashou, under his persuasion, finally understood the righteousness and decisively abandoned the Ming Dynasty and turned to the Jin Kingdom.
matter.
After Zu Dashou surrendered, Huang Taiji himself had to talk about how he did not begrudge high-ranking officials and generous salaries. The implication was that if Jiang Wan was willing to lead his army to surrender, neither official positions nor rewards would be given to Zu Dashou.
Under the birthday.
Jiang Wan felt that the other party was lying to him.
No matter in terms of reputation, qualifications, or achievements, Jiang Wan is far inferior to Zu Dashou. Huang Taiji's words are obviously empty-handed, deceiving him first and then talking about it.
As for how Huang Taiji later said that the Ming Dynasty was innocent, Jiang Wan simply ignored it. After winning over others, he would brag and slander his opponents. This kind of operation was really not clever.
He even felt a little strange in his heart. Didn't Huang Taiji's subordinates set up a literary library and recruited many weak literati from the Ming Dynasty? Is it so difficult to even write a decent surrender letter? With this level of surrender letter, the Ming Dynasty could do anything
A poor scholar in a state capital can write better than this thing!
Interesting!
He threw the letter aside, not intending to reply to the other party.
Now Jiang Wan has come into the opponent's sight and can be regarded as a potential opponent. According to this, he even feels proud of himself.
On the other side, Ning Wan and I were imprisoned in a small dark room. I don’t know what this small dark room was used to do. Not to mention it was extremely dirty. Even the small window for ventilation was far away from the ground.
, he wanted to lie down at the window and take a look at the situation outside, but that was simply impossible!
Sitting in the corner of the room with my legs crossed, Ning Wanme remained silent, but I was racking my brains to think about what I should say to impress General Jiang when I saw him again, and then I let him go.
go back.
Judging from the fact that the other party killed all his followers before reading the letter, this attempt to persuade him to surrender must have failed!
This vulgar warrior!
He muttered angrily, and then he heard footsteps outside and stood up suddenly.
"The commander-in-chief has ordered that there is no need to feed and drink the people inside. You don't need to stay here anymore. You can leave after locking the door!"
The sound of heavy chains entered the room, and Ning Wan sat down with some disappointment. His life flashed through his mind like a lantern, and he began to become a little pessimistic about his possible ending.
He was originally a border resident of Liaoyang, and his family was not wealthy. They lived frugally to support his education. They hoped that he would be admitted to the imperial examination and that he would be able to honor his ancestors and have enough food and clothing.
It is a pity that in the year when he passed the scholar examination, Liaoyang was besieged by the Jin people. The Ming army and the Jin army fought hard, and finally ended in the defeat of the Ming army.
He was a powerless scholar. In such a turmoil, if he wanted to protect his family and himself, what else could he rely on besides relying on his own little talent and learning?
But at that time, all he saw were Jin people. If he didn't vote for the Jin people, his whole family would be the victims of the Jin people. He didn't feel that he had done anything wrong.
At the beginning, he was working for Prince Ying Sahalian in the Zhenghong Banner of the Han Army. Thanks to his ten years of hard work, maybe his talent and learning were nothing in the Ming Dynasty, but in the Ming Dynasty, he did not even have big characters.
He knew a lot about the Jin people, but he was highly regarded. Even later, his reputation for being proficient in literature and history even spread to the ears of Huang Taiji.
This happened last year, and it was from that time that he started to have good luck.
He also participated in the Battle of Daling River last year. Even in the matter of recruiting Chahar to surrender, he Ning Wanwo was even more brilliant. He was not afraid of hardships and dangers, and did not use weapons to persuade the Jin Kingdom to surrender.
Ma, because of this incident, he was directly awarded the hereditary imperial title.
However, he would rather not have such an outstanding performance now. Even though he recommended many literati for Huang Taiji, he did not expect that he would be the first to succeed. The better he is, the more people will hate him.
When he came to Dongjiang Town this time, he didn't want to come at all. If Huang Taiji was asked to take action every time he wanted to persuade someone to surrender, he was very sure that sooner or later, he would die because of this matter.
However, he couldn't bear the thought of someone blowing evil winds into Huang Taiji's ears, so no matter how reluctant he was, the job still fell on him.
I often walk by the river, and there is no one who doesn't get his feet wet. There is definitely a Ming army general who directly chopped down the envoy who persuaded people to surrender if they disagreed.
As for Jiang Wan in Dongjiang Town, although based on the information he received, he should be the kind of person who is foresighted and cautious, but judging from his current situation, his analysis is obviously wrong.
No footsteps were heard, and Ning Wanwa suddenly heard someone calling his name, which interrupted his thoughts. He turned his head around, looking for the source of the sound.
A paper ball was thrown in from the high window. He picked up the paper ball and listened carefully. There was no sound from outside.
With the light cast from the window, he opened the paper ball and read the words on it clearly. Then he slowly stuffed the paper ball into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it hard.
He sat down in the corner again. This time, he no longer thought wildly, but seriously began to think about the words on the note.
Time passed hour by hour, and not long after, it became dark.
People outside seemed to have forgotten that this person was still imprisoned here. Ning Wan and I seemed to be abandoned in this small dark room.
He began to feel extremely hungry and thirsty.
He didn't yell or yell, he just sat silently in the corner, motionless, as if he planned to starve to death in this uncared-for room.
The outside world is still noisy, but it has nothing to do with this place.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
Just like in Yan'an Mansion, Jiang Wan is not a hands-on person. After he knows what he wants to do, he will decisively delegate the matter to his subordinates. Therefore, he has never been that special person.
Busy people.
In fact, there were not many things that were sent to him in Dongjiang Town that required his decision. Most of them were solved at the level of the generals. Of course, in the process of solving the problem, his generals may have made the right decision, or they may have made the right decision.
There are some flaws, but as long as the matter is completed in the end, he will basically not interfere.
Only when something goes terribly wrong, or even deviates from the direction he set, will he take the initiative.
And his way of leading troops was also deeply loved by his subordinates. Everyone felt that this was Marshal Jiang's regard for him, so everyone rushed to do things first, but he was the only one who did not do well.
Others look down upon it.
The consequence of underestimating it is that the next time something happens, it may not be your turn.
Jiang Wan is happy to see this situation. In this case, he will not get entangled in the myriad of trivial matters in Dongjiang Town, but can take time out to do what he wants to do.
"I have also heard of Lu Xiangsheng's Tianxiong Army!" Wu Sangui, who had stayed in Beijing for more than a year, frowned and answered Jiang Wan's inquiry: "I don't know exactly what the combat strength is, but the people from the Ministry of War have never
Those who take this army seriously, even the money and food for raising the soldiers, were found by Lu Xiangsheng himself. This is a bit like our Dongjiang Town!"
"Lu Xiangsheng sounds like a talent!" Jiang Wan nodded. He didn't know Lu Xiangsheng. However, he was a little unsure that the Tianxiong Army at the moment was really the Tianxiong Army in his imagination.
At least, in his memory, Lu Xiangsheng would not have been the governor of Liaodong in the fourth year of Chongzhen. At this time, he should have been running around in the Ming Dynasty, chasing down bandits and seeking merit!
It is a pity that Shaanxi, the largest birthplace of bandits, was defeated by Jiang Wan. According to Wu Sangui, last year's sweet potato harvest was quite good. Although it could not make up for the food gap in the entire Shaanxi Province, it was not a good year.
In this year, it is already a great achievement to be able to benefit several state capitals near Yan'an Prefecture.
It is said that this year Yan'an Prefecture will expand the potato planting area. Even if the potatoes are not detoxified, they will not be as good as the previous year. But I think the high yield of potatoes can still make up for some food gaps.
As long as they are not starving everywhere, the refugees will not be able to gather together, and there will no longer be hundreds of thousands of millions of refugees causing trouble. Of course, Lu Xiangsheng's Tianxiong Army came to an abrupt end just after it emerged.
This is just like an online game in Jiang Wan's memory. Lu Xiangsheng was supposed to practice the trumpet in Novice Village to level ten, and then defeat the boss in Novice Village and go out to explore the world. As a result, Novice Village was seriously short of monsters, so
Lu Xiangsheng, a trumpet who was not yet level ten, was immediately thrown out of the Novice Village and asked to fight wild monsters.
Can Lu Xiangsheng like this be a comrade Jiang Wan can rely on?
"That's not all!" Wu Sangui said this and laughed: "When talking about Lu Xiangsheng and his Tianxiong Army, many people in the Ministry of War said that these are just a bunch of mud-legged soldiers, and they looked down upon them, but the commander-in-chief
Don’t tell Li Zicheng, I think of his 4,000th household and the current military camp. In the eyes of the people in the Ministry of War, they are probably all the same!"
"That's what you're going to say, I really think that's the case!" Jiang Wan was stunned and laughed.
"There are even better ones!" Wu Sangui said proudly, just like his troops in the Tianxiong Army: "At least half of the Tianxiong Army's weapons are strong crossbows and long knives, and the other half are thick armored spears.
, the battle method is also when the battle begins, a wave of strong crossbows, and then a wave of heavy armored spears, with these two waves, no rogue bandit can withstand it!"
Jiang Wan blinked and was speechless. This fighting method was so similar to his own, except that in his Nanhai Guard, the crossbows were turned into muskets.
He somewhat understood why Wu Sangui was so proud.
"They can't afford muskets!?"
"Even if they can be used, they are still junk goods from the imperial court. They are not as good as the fine products in the workshop built by you, Marshal. Now our muskets are directly supervised by the Ministry of Works. Director Zhao is fully responsible for them, and they are constantly replenished every month.
Come in!"
"So Lu Xiangsheng chose the strong crossbow. I have to say that this is a good way to save money!" Jiang Wan nodded: "However, for the bandits, the strong crossbow is very lethal, but for the fast-moving Tatars
For cavalry, it’s hard to say!”
"Commander, when it comes to this, I have no shame to speak!" Wu Sangui chuckled: "The Nanhai Battalion also wanted to establish an artillery team, but we arrived late, and the cannons on the Iron Mountain side were all divided up by others.
Now, you have to take care of your old subordinates after all!"
"Don't ask me for this, line up by yourself!" Jiang Wan laughed: "There are only so many products produced every day. According to the rules, whoever is in the front will get it. If you have the skills, you might as well pick some people and go out first.
The battalion will learn and practice. Once the cannon is obtained, the artillery team will be able to pull it up!"
The two of them were talking nonchalantly here, and Gao Sheng came in from outside.
"It's almost done, Marshal. He's already drinking his own urine. If he continues, he will die of thirst even if he doesn't starve to death!"
Jiang Wan turned her head and thought for a moment: "How many days has it been?"
"It's been three days, not counting the day they came. Today is the fourth day. I'm almost starving for half my life!"
"Let him out!" Jiang Wan nodded: "Give him something to eat, take him to freshen up, and then you and Wu Shen will take care of this!"
After Wu Sangui came in with Gao Shengyi, he quickly got into the mood. Hearing these words, he showed a slightly proud smile: "Yes, I have experience in doing this kind of thing!"
"If he wanted to die, he would have sought death himself!" Jiang Wan said with a smile: "As long as he wants to live, it depends on what he can do in exchange for his own life. By the way, tell him that I have forgotten him.
Yes, and I’m out on patrol and won’t be back for a while!”
Gao Xingsheng and Wu Sangui looked at each other and laughed.
In the small dark room, Ning Wan and I were drowsy when they suddenly saw the door open and an extremely dazzling light shine in. He involuntarily raised his hands to cover his eyes.
"The life of this Tatar is very hard!" A voice that seemed a little childish rang out: "Go and see if he is dead. If not, take him out and clean it. This place is so ugly that even animals would stay here.
I can’t stand it!”
"Yes, Wu Shuai!" someone responded.
Ning Wan and I saw a few tall figures walking towards me in the dazzling scene, and carried him out as if they were carrying a chicken.
The fresh air outside the door cheered him up. Before he could react, a bucket of icy cold water fell from the sky. A brush for brushing horses was thrust into his hand. Someone pointed at the distance.
The water well at the place: "Why are you still standing there? Go clean it yourself..."