On the day Chongzhen's distress letter was sent, the Tatar army had crossed Sanhe and was less than twenty miles away from Tongzhou. Yuan Chonghuan finally couldn't sit still and had to abandon the seemingly wonderful Ningjin defense line and lead his army back to aid the capital.
However, Shanhaiguan had fallen into the hands of the Tatars, and he had no confidence that he could capture it, so he had to detour through Niuxin Mountain and enter from Jielingkou. Tens of thousands of cavalry were dragged to the point where they were stranded and their horses were exhausted. This was all thanks to the great victory of Daishan.
He relaxed his vigilance, otherwise he really doesn't know how many tens of thousands of troops he would have left.
The Tatar camp in Tongzhou was filled with joy at this time. Even Duduo, who had always secretly hated him, put down his arrogance, raised his glass and said to Huang Taiji: "The emperor's foresight is beyond our reach. This battle is not only a defeat but also a defeat."
The Ming army also captured more than 400,000 Han people and seized countless treasures!"
Azig, who was gradually becoming enemies with Huang Taiji, had to admire him at this time, and said with a fake smile: "Brother Bage is really a genius, he came up with such a good idea. Now the Jinzhou guard Zu Dashou has surrendered to Mang Gurtai;
Yuan Chonghuan abandoned Ningyuan City again, and now we really rule the world outside the pass!"
"What's more," the bold Jierhalang read loudly: "After Mao Wenlong disappeared, the two weaklings Kong Youde and Geng Zhongming also led their troops to surrender a few days ago. Now they are safe behind us!"
Amin rolled his eyes and said: "You wolf bastard, you haven't forgotten to go to North Korea to steal some maids. It's true!"
Jierhalang jumped up and shouted: "What's the point? Aren't I just having fun? Now that the Dongjiang Army is gone, how dare North Korea challenge us?" Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him,
Jierharang then licked his lips and continued: "Those Han women you snatched are all beautiful and come from wealthy families, but they are too stubborn. It would be great if one out of ten can follow them. How can I do that?"
Are those Silla maids so considerate?" As soon as these words came out, everyone laughed heartily after thinking about it for a moment.
Huang Taiji's eyes never left Dorgon's face. He knew very well that his younger brother had evil intentions and was never willing to truly surrender to him. Even at this time of universal celebration, he didn't see him smiling, and he said curiously: "Ten
Fourth brother, now our army has captured a lot of money after entering Perak, what else do you have to worry about?"
Of course Dorgon was worried. He was nominally in charge of the army with Daishan this time. But among the 15,000 full Eight Banners, the only ones he could actually command were the 13 Niulu he brought with him and were assigned to him.
The servant troops were all picked by others. After landing, although he was invincible all the way and disabled the three guards of Tianjin, his own losses were not small. More than 30,000 servant troops fled to death, and there were still some shortcomings.
10,000 yuan, but one of his own disciples actually lost over 100 yuan.
Dissatisfaction was dissatisfaction. Dorgon, who was good at pretending, did not dare to tell his true thoughts. He could only say: "Your Majesty, our army's morale is high now. The Ming Dynasty has no way to recover. Why not take the opportunity to capture Beijing?"
"Haha, this is the matter..." Seeing that everyone stopped playing, Huang Taiji knew that they must also have such doubts in their hearts. "I also had this doubt that day, but Mr. Fan's words forced me to give up that plan. Now.
Let him come and tell you!"
Mr. Fan? Shit! Isn’t he just a big green-haired turtle? The emperor actually asked such a slave to teach us? The prince sitting here, Baylor couldn’t help but feel angry in his heart. One of them had mixed feelings in his heart, he was Fan Wen
Cheng's old master, Azige, was the one who introduced Fan Wencheng to Huang Taiji. This former slave did not disappoint him, and his ideas were highly appreciated by the new emperor. But this slave was simply a master of burning bridges across rivers.
, not only did he not help himself to grow in strength, but he also made some damaging moves from time to time to drive a wedge between himself and Dorgon, Duduo's brotherly relationship...
"Princes, brother..." Fan Wencheng is now in a state of triumph. It is with his three suggestions that the Tatars can now go smoothly. Not only did they enter the customs a year ahead of schedule, but they have also opened up all the roads.
. He believed that with such a strategy, Ming Dynasty would just be a lamb to be slaughtered, without the ability to resist. "Do you know why our army's entry into the customs was so smooth this time?"
"Isn't it because our army is brave and good at fighting?" Jierhalang glanced sideways at Fan Wencheng.
"This is just one of them." Fan Wencheng was not stupid enough to veto this one, otherwise he would be eaten alive by the people in this tent?
"Then Akito is cowardly!" Don't you just want us to praise you for your resourcefulness? I, Amin, will not be fooled by this!
"My emperor's wiseness and decisiveness should be the reason!" Duduo said this reluctantly, but the facts seemed to be before his eyes.
"Actually, there is another biggest reason..." Damn, are you starting to flatter me now? That's our patent! Fan Wencheng shouted loudly before others could continue to flatter Huang Taiji: "That is, the Ming Dynasty was poor!"
Is the Ming Dynasty poor? If it weren't for Huang Taiji's face, everyone here would want to jump up and stuff this slave's head into their crotch. It is so rich that there is gold and silver everywhere, and the dignitaries are wearing bright clothes and angry horses.
The Ming Dynasty was also called poor? So what does it matter if we had nothing to eat or clothes to cover our bodies in the past? If it hadn’t been for the burning, killing and looting in the Liaodong land of the Ming Dynasty every year in the past few decades, I would still have to wear torn trousers
Fight with wild beasts in deep ravines, dig holes in the ice to catch fish in the cold weather!
"Quiet down, what's wrong with this? Let Mr. Fan finish his sentence!" Huang Taiji scolded unhappily as he saw everyone making noise at the table. In fact, when Fan Wencheng said these words to him, he himself
This is the same mentality.
"Fan Zhangjing, then tell me your reasoning!" Dorgon suddenly realized something, but he still had to remind Fan Wencheng not to forget his identity.
"Hey!" Fan Wencheng bowed deeply before continuing: "Everyone sees that the Ming Dynasty is rich because their officials and gentry are rich; but they don't see that the court of the Ming Dynasty is poor, the people are poor, and the soldiers are poor.
Poor! The current Ming Dynasty is like a donkey excrement egg. It is shiny on the outside but rotten on the inside. In addition to its own strength, our army can make rapid progress this time because the layer of dung skin covering the Ming Dynasty is broken and exposed.
The straw bag inside..."
"What you said makes sense, but what does it have to do with whether we can take Beijing or not?" Duduo saw that Dorgon was silent for a long time, so he jumped out to make a scene, lest Huang Taiji underestimate his three brothers.
people.
"That's because we don't have enough strength!" Seeing that everyone was showing signs of anger again, Fan Wencheng continued: "Everyone, think about it, how many soldiers can we fight in the Qing Dynasty now? The Ming Dynasty has a vast land and abundant resources and thousands of people in the world. If Ming Dynasty
Guozhen will fight to the end with the strength of the whole country, so what chance do we have of winning..."
"Let Mr. Fan continue!" Dorgon suddenly stopped his brother and gave him a fierce look. Yes, although our Qing Dynasty has strong soldiers and horses, our sparse population is our shortcoming. The Eight Banners plus North Korea
, the number of Mongolian servants who can breathe is less than a million. Didn’t you see that at least half of this army are cannon fodder? If they really pissed off the Ming Dynasty, they would follow me regardless.
The Qing Dynasty fought tooth and nail and the result is hard to say.
"Thank you, Fourteenth Brother!" Fan Wencheng also didn't expect that Dorgon, who had always been difficult to deal with, would come forward to speak for him. "So we have to wait, to keep this court, and even more to keep the Manchu Dynasty of the Ming Dynasty.
Important Minister! At the same time, we have to keep entering the border, completely disrupting Shandong and Northern Zhili, so that the Ming Dynasty will continue to use the pitiful money to strengthen the border defense, and finally have to exploit the people in a Bengali way, so that
The poor people in these two places are even poorer and can no longer survive, forcing them to rebel! In addition, we must vigorously support the various rebel forces in the Ming Dynasty and use them to attract the attention of the Ming Dynasty court and let them and
The officers and soldiers go to fight..."….
What a cruel heart, what a vicious strategy! Dorgon also had to admit that Fan Wencheng was indeed very skillful. He used the people of the Ming Dynasty to fight against the Ming Dynasty's officers and soldiers, and exhausted the potential enemies in fighting each other.
The last trace of vitality allowed the Ming Dynasty to slowly shed its last drop of blood in the endless civil war. When the time comes, as long as my army attacks again, won't it be as easy to take over the world as picking out the treasure?
"Then why are we going to Beijing this time?" Azig also understood the intention of this minion and agreed deeply, but he still didn't understand much about this trip to Beijing.
"To seek fame and fortune for the Qing Dynasty, and to avenge the blood of my father!" This time Huang Taiji rushed to tell the answer before Fan Wencheng could continue to speak.
Seeking fame and fortune? This is easy to do, isn't it just to let those people say good things for us in the court of the Ming Dynasty? There is no need to go to Beijing, everyone has secret communication channels. As for revenge, we can't do it.
I understand. We can’t really capture the city of Beijing and capture Emperor Chongzhen alive, so what can we do in return?
"Your Majesty is wise!" Fan Wencheng flattered us first and then said with a sinister smile: "At least 30% of the more than 400,000 Ming people captured by our army this time are old, weak, sick and disabled. These people have no regard for our army.
It's useless. They take away and waste our army's food and grass, but they leave a big burden for the Ming Dynasty. Why not just let them go under the city of Beijing to show the kindness of our Qing Dynasty!"
Wonderful! Duduo understood immediately. This is better than the usual way of just killing people. This scholar has a lot of thoughts. "But how can we avenge our father?"
"Let the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty avenge us!" Huang Taiji was very happy, but he didn't expect that things would develop exactly as planned. This was even more satisfying than killing the enemy with his own hands!
"The emperor is saying that this is the purpose of our army's entry route and the capture of Shanhaiguan?" Dorgon suddenly realized, damn, isn't this the serial plan mentioned in the Three Kingdoms?
"That's right!" Huang Taiji looked like he was planning a victory thousands of miles away, and explained to the still confused people: "Our army bypassed the Ningjin defense line and exited Xifengkou this time, which was beyond the expectations of the Ming Dynasty monarchs and ministers.
; and then occupied Shanhaiguan, preventing Yuan Chonghuan’s reinforcements from arriving. If you were the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, what would you do? Are you still afraid that Yuan’s thieves will be able to live safely? "
What a pleasure! What a pleasure! It turned out that this trip not only gained a lot, but also gained a reputation, and got rid of the enemy! For a time, there was a flood of flattery in the Tatar camp, and the sound of flattery was endless...