"A loyal minister will not serve his two masters, and a chaste wife will not serve her two husbands. Go back and tell Huang Taiji not to have any wishful thinking."
Zhang Chun looked determined, but he was obviously much older.
Unknowingly, he had been captured for more than a year.
Time flies by, and all that remains in his heart is despair.
He understood that he could not go back.
Du Du clasped his hands, walked over, and stood side by side with him.
"You must choose these two ginseng roots. Keep one and leave the other. I wonder which one you will choose?"
Zhang Chun looked over sideways.
"Humph, if a man dies, he will die without being humiliated. Such tricks on your part are just a laughing stock."
Du Du laughed loudly and looked around. There was no one within a hundred steps.
"Is Master Zhang willing to be trapped in the Sanguan Temple and die for the rest of his life?"
Zhang Chun asked: "Does Huang Taiji intend to negotiate peace with the Celestial Empire?"
It's not like Zhang Chun did nothing since he was captured.
Several times he had conversations with Huang Taiji, and he was always doing one thing. That was to lobby Huang Taiji to negotiate peace with the Ming Dynasty and end the war.
It's not that he's afraid.
After the Battle of Daling River, Zhang Chun acutely realized that it was no longer possible to eliminate Hou Jin in a short time.
The best way is to maintain the war with Houjin, and then mobilize forces to quell the civil unrest in the country first.
After the internal stability is stabilized, it will be a good time to gather the strength of the whole country to attack the backend.
This is a routine that must first be settled at home before fighting foreign enemies. It has not been unusual at all throughout the ages.
It's a pity that Zhang Chun faced Huang Taiji, a man of great talent and strategy.
How could Huang Taiji not know that the civil unrest in the northwest was a good opportunity to weaken the Ming Dynasty?
He repeatedly sent troops to conquer Jiubian and invade the Ming Dynasty, and each time the timing was when the peasant uprising was at a low point. It is not difficult to guess his intentions.
Therefore, Huang Taiji turned a deaf ear to Zhang Chun's persuasion and only gave him two choices.
Either use it for future generations, or keep it closed.
Zhang Chunqi came first and the method he came up with was ineffective, so he was detained in the Sanguan Temple.
However, Houjin's custody was not very strict. Not only him, but also all Ming Dynasty officials who were captured or captured, regardless of whether they were willing to surrender or not, Houjin's custody was very loose.
For example, Zhang Chun, as long as he doesn't leave this courtyard.
The reason for this is that Houjin is very confident and predicts that they will not be able to escape Shenyang.
Du Du opened the box containing ginseng and showed it to Zhang Chun.
"Huang Taiji is wise and powerful. You can't deceive him with your thoughts. You'd better choose ginseng. Once you've chosen it, it might be different."
Zhang Chun's eyes immediately narrowed.
He was keenly aware of the difference.
Du Du did not call the Great Khan, but called him by his first name.
what does that mean?
Seeing that he seemed to have tasted it, Du Du thrust the box of ginseng into his hand and said something before leaving.
"I am Chu Ying's son, or the eldest son."
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"With strong support like Du Du, our hope of success is even greater."
Leng Sengji was very excited. After seeing Wu General's methods, he was so impressed that he fell to the ground.
"Du Du is a famous general. If he comes to join him, Huang Taiji can drink a pot of wine."
Wu Jiang flipped through the book and scoffed at his idea.
"Du Du? He's just an abandoned son."
Leng Sengji paused, puzzled.
"Du Du has a high position and great authority, not to mention that he has revealed his true feelings. Why would he be considered an abandoned son?"
General Wu's face was calm.
"Du Du is just dissatisfied with his situation and feels that he didn't get what he deserved. But after all, he is an important minister, unlike a dying man like Mang Gurtai. With such a person, you can get something more tempting. Seduce him, but you can't make him work hard with you."
Leng Sengji seemed to understand but not quite.
The cold wind in Shenyang City at night was biting, and those who had nothing to do had already returned home, watching the stove, eating hot food, and quickly got into bed.
Two people came to the Dizai Gate (small north gate), dressed in snowflakes.
The flag officer guarding the gate rushed to greet him.
"Master Guerrilla, it's freezing cold, why are you here?"
The person who came was Dixik, a guerrilla from the Zhenglan Banner. He was the eldest son of Heshuo Beiledger, and he was responsible for guarding the city gate.
At this time, Huang Taiji had not yet been restructured, so titles such as Jia La Zhangjing and Mele Zhangjing had not yet appeared, and the officials and titles of the Eight Banners still used the Ming system titles.
As the eldest son of Heshuo Baylor, Dexik would naturally not look down upon a small flag officer. Instead, he pulled out the people next to him and shouted: "From today on, Gong'a will be your commander. This place You must obey his instructions in all matters."
Looking at the people introduced by Dexik, everyone had strange expressions on their faces, but they did not dare to talk too much.
Kyoua was wearing a shabby military uniform, and her nose was so cold that her nose was dripping with tears, but she was still very excited.
"Brother, thank you very much."
Dexik let out a long sigh, patted him on the shoulder, and said melancholy: "There's only so much I can do to help you. Work hard. I'll recommend you to kill the enemy if I get the chance. Sooner or later you'll get your credit back."
Kyoua nodded heavily and geared up, as if his whole body was full of energy.
Dexik only thought that this brother had ignited the hope of life, and didn't think much about it. After explaining, he turned around and went back to avoid the cold.
He didn't notice that there was a sharp look in Kyoua's evasive eyes.
His name is Gong'a, Aixinjueluo Gong'a.
With this surname, one should have countless glory and wealth.
It's a pity that his father's name is Aixinjueluo Amin.
A laughing stock who was greedy for life and afraid of death but eventually died at Qingshui Pass, and Huang Taiji was accused of countless crimes.
Because of this incident, Gong'a suddenly changed from the respected Bei Ziye to a penniless commoner, and even eating and living became a problem.
With no other choice, he went to Dixik, his once best brother, and got a job shamelessly.
Guard the gate.
Everyone here knows him, so everyone feels strange about the arrival of such a boss.
Even though he is just a janitor, who wouldn't want to work with a boss with a bright future but have to hang out with such a criminal?
Kyouga didn't care. After Dexik left, his demeanor changed.
"I know what you are thinking, but please listen to me clearly. In any case, I am your superior officer now. If anyone does not behave well, I will not be merciful in exercising military law."
Everyone was shocked, and then they remembered that being an official is not as good as being in charge, and everyone should be respectful, without any disrespect.
Gong'a was satisfied with the frightening feeling. He turned around and said to his servant: "Leave the things to them to pack, and follow me to patrol the city."
Seeing that Gong'a took office, he went on inspection tour despite the severe cold. Everyone was amazed and their views on this superior officer changed somewhat.
On the increasingly cold city wall high above, Gonga and the servant did not show any signs of joy, but were carefully inspecting the city defenses.
"General Black, how brave are you? How dare you come back in secret?"
The servant was very strong and looked at the inside and outside of the city without any fear.
"I've died once anyway, so why should I be afraid? If I can make some waves, my life in this world will not be in vain."
After saying that, he smiled.
"Anyway, my descendants have been properly settled. I'm not afraid of being plotted by that doggy court. Of course, I have to let go and do something big."
Kyoua didn't want to hear this, and just asked: "There are fifteen people in total, can you deal with them?"
The servant was full of confidence.
"I looked at them, and they are all old, weak, sick and disabled, and there is no way I can kill them. Besides, I have good things here. I guarantee that the gods will not know it, and the ghosts will open the city gate without them noticing."