Duduo fell ill. He didn't know whether he was frightened that day or whether the wound on his left hand that Maoxiang stabbed with a dagger was infected. He fell ill after returning to the camp outside the city.
And the fever persisted for three days in a row.
But he frightened the few doctors accompanying the army to death.
If Duduo was really good or bad, they wouldn't be able to live alone.
Fortunately, Duduo finally woke up after being in a coma for three days.
"Master, you finally woke up." Fan Chengmo cried with joy when he saw Duduo wake up faintly.
"Slave dog, why are you crying?" Dodo subconsciously wanted to sit up, but just halfway up, his vision went dark and he fell back to the soft couch. Only then did he realize that his whole body was weak and painful.
"Master, you are still lying down, don't move." Fan Chengmo quickly advised.
Duduo waved his hand and asked: "I ask you, what time is it now?"
Fan Chengmo quickly said: "Master, today is already the second day of May in the second year of Shunzhi."
"What, it's already the second day of May?" Duduo was surprised, "I have been in coma for three days?"
"Well, Master, you have been unconscious for three days and nights." Fan Chengmo said, "Thanks to your great fortune, Master, if someone else had been suffering from fever for so many days, they would have died."
"Quickly, let He Luohui and the others come over."
However, Duduo no longer cared about listening to Fan Chengmo's flattery.
After a while, Heluohui, Tunqi, and Mele Zhangjing and Jia La'erzhen of various banners entered the camp one after another.
Seeing that Duduo had woken up, Tunqi and other Eight Banners nobles breathed a sigh of relief. He Luohui was still very enthusiastic, but Duduo always felt that there was a layer of gloom in his eyes.
Duduo asked: "Has the fire in Shanyang West City been extinguished?"
"Back to the master, it was just put out this afternoon." He Luohui said with a flirtatious look, "But I have personally led people up to the top of the city to check it out. There is still some heat left, and it is too hot to stand."
After hearing this, Duduo sighed softly and said, "This is also expected. It will take at least three or two days for the charcoal fire to be completely extinguished in this huge fire."
He Luohui said: "Master, do you want to take the silver from Shanyang Treasury?"
Duduo hummed and said, "We suffered such a big loss in Shanyang, so we can't lose any benefit at all, right? If we can take away these one million taels of silver, we can at least make up for it."
By now, Duduo also knew that the loss of face this time was a sure one.
Since face can no longer be saved, we must try our best to gain it.
Therefore, he had to take away the one million taels of silver that Yan Yingyuan used as bait.
However, as soon as Duduo finished speaking, Tunqi sighed softly and said, "My lord, I'm afraid I don't have time."
"No time?" Duduo turned his head and stared at Tunqi, asking with an unkind expression, "What do you mean?"
Tun Qi said helplessly: "The weather in Huai'an has become much warmer in the past three days since the prince was unconscious. I just went to the canal to check and found that the ice has become much thinner."
"When we came to Huai'an two months ago, the ice on the canal was two feet thick."
"But now..." Speaking of this, Tun Qi added, "It's less than a foot thick."
"Less than a foot?" Duduo's childish eyes suddenly shrank slightly. As a Jurchen who grew up among the white mountains and black mountains in the ice and snow, Duduo knew very well what the ice layer less than half a foot thick meant.
What's worse is that now that spring has entered, the ice layer in spring will not only become thinner, but also become brittle. The endurance of the ice layer of the same thickness will be much lower in spring than in winter.
There will definitely be no problem for people and horses to pass through a foot of ice.
But Hongyi Cannon Ice, which weighs thousands of kilograms, is not as safe as before.
If there is a breach in the middle, the ice will collapse and sink to the bottom of the canal.
Tun Qi added: "This is the ice layer of the canal. The water in the canal hardly flows, so it melts slowly. The ice layer of the Huaihe River in the north is probably even thinner, and may not be able to bear the weight of the red cannon."
While he was talking, a bagara with a blue flag hurriedly walked in.
"Your Majesty." Bagala knelt down on one knee and slapped Dodo in the face, and reported, "I have just returned from the Huaihe River. The ice thickness of the Huaihe River is less than half a foot."
Hearing this, Duduo's face completely fell.
The half-foot-thick ice layer can barely withstand the red cannon, but any thinner layer will definitely not be able to withstand it.
This means that if he does not leave Shanyang County as soon as possible, the 60,000 men under his command can still escape, but the twenty red cannons brought by Shang Kexi will have to be thrown here.
This is obviously something Duduo cannot tolerate. He has already lost so many men and horses in Shanyang. If he throws away these twenty precious red cannons, not even Dorgon can save him.
Last time Kong Youde was buried in Henan Prefecture, Geng Zhongming's four Eight Banners Han troops plus more than a hundred red cannons were finally carried by Dorgon. In addition to losing troops and generals in Shanyang County this time, if another twenty red cannons were lost,
If you have a cannon, then even Dorgon will not be able to hold it back, and you will have to act according to the rules.
Thinking of this, Duduo no longer hesitated and said in a deep voice: "Send the order and the army will break camp immediately and return to Xuzhou!"
Although the Eight Banners nobles such as He Luohui and Tun Qi were unwilling to give up, they also knew that this was the best choice. If the stalemate continued under Shanyang City, it would very likely lead to an even more tragic defeat.
…
Duduo's order was passed on, and the Jiannu army quickly began to pack up.
Fan Chengmo also started to be busy, but Duduo waved and said, "Fan Chengmo, come here."
Fan Chengmo quickly put down his luggage, walked up to Duduo and asked, "Master, what are your orders?"
Duduo thought for a while and asked: "How is that dog slave Hou Fangyu doing? Did he survive in the end?"
Fan Chengmo replied: "To tell you my master, this bitch's life is quite strong. He actually survived the most dangerous three days. If nothing happens, he should be able to survive in the end."
While talking, Fan Chengmo observed Duduo's face.
Sensing that there was still hatred in Duduo's eyes, he continued: "But my hands shook when I was cutting, so this bitch should be worse off than the eunuchs who were castrated normally."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Duduo immediately let out a sigh and asked: "What kind of cruel method?"
"Leaking urine." Fan Chengmo chuckled, "So I'm afraid the smell of urine on this bitch will never be washed away. Even if he enters Prince Rui's palace, he will only be able to do the most menial manual labor and never get ahead.
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"Yes, you did a good job this time." Duduo said happily, "I will give you a big reward when you return to Beijing."
"Thank you, Master. I thank you for your great kindness." Fan Chengmo was so excited that he immediately turned over and knelt on the ground and kowtowed. At first, his request was just not to be whipped, but he never thought that he would be rewarded and respected by his master.
At this moment, Fan Chengmo finally understood why his father asked him to endure it before entering Prince Yu's Mansion.
Because only patience can keep the clouds clearing and the mist clearing. If he had been working as an errand in Prince Yu's Mansion with a resistance, he would have been beaten to death by his master long ago.
Duduo is now really starting to reuse Fan Chengmo.
Because Duduo discovered that Fan Chengmo inherited Fan Wencheng's brain and intelligence.
Duduo handed the secret letter he had just written to Fan Chengmo and ordered: "Take this letter and three fast horses. You will change horses but not people along the way. Even if you are exhausted, you must put this letter on
Deliver it to Prince Rui's Mansion within three days."
Within three days? Fan Chengmo suddenly looked serious, and it would be at least 1,500 miles from Huai'an to Beijing.
Isn't this a five-hundred-mile rush? After this trip, even if he is not exhausted to death, he will probably shed his skin.
But as a slave, Fan Chengmo had no choice at all, so he immediately responded and solemnly accepted the letter.
Watching Fan Chengmo disappear from sight on his fast horse, Duduo sighed. The battle of Shanyang was fought like this, with numerous casualties and few gains. He could no longer handle it.
Therefore, we must first discuss with Dorgon and wait for Dorgon to think of countermeasures before deciding what to do next. If we want to continue to besiege Xuzhou, then adjust the food supply.
And if we want to retreat, where should we retreat?
It's definitely not okay to go back in such a gray state.
Inevitably, we have to go to Henan or Shandong.
…
Three days passed quickly, and the time came to the fifth day of May.
Dorgon invited Ning Wanwo, Fan Wencheng and Hong Chengchou to the Dongnuan Pavilion of Prince Rui's Mansion early in the morning to discuss matters.
Ning Wan and I also have public offices in the Qing court, but now they have almost become Dorgon's personal recruiters. Having said that, the three of us are very happy with this.
"Three gentlemen, please take a look."
"Just sent from Tumut Mongolia."
Dorgon handed an official letter to Ning Wanwo.
[Note: The Chahar Mongolia, Horqin Mongolia, Tumut Mongolia, and Khalkha Mongolia in this book are not divided according to tribes, but according to regions]
Ning Wan and I read the official letter at a glance and handed it to Fan Wencheng.
After Fan Wencheng read it, he passed it on to Hong Chengchou who was next in line.
After reading it, Jiang Chengchou frowned and said, "Isn't brother Lin Danhan dead long ago?"
Fan Wencheng also echoed: "Yes, wasn't Sanggar poisoned by Lin Danhan long ago?"
"It's not true that he was poisoned." Ning Wanwo shook his head and said, "But it is true that he was exiled to Mao Suwu."
Fan Wencheng shook his head and said: "What's the difference between being exiled to a barren land like Mao Suwu and killing him? I think this Sanggar is probably a hypocrite who just found a cat or a dog to pretend to be him."
Dorgon tapped the kang table with his fingers and said: "Judging from the reaction of Tumote Zhu Taiji, this Sanggar does not seem to be a fake, otherwise Shanba Taiji would not be so anxious."
"Then this is a bit troublesome." Hong Chengchou frowned.
Fan Wencheng also echoed: "Yes, the Prince of England did too much in Tumut before."
Ning Wanwo pondered and said: "Pseudo-Shun actually went to great lengths to find Lin Dan Khan's younger brother Sangar, and re-erected Lin Dan Khan's Sulu ingot. It shows that the upper echelons of Pseudo-Shun are not all incompetent people."
"This man's name is Gao Yigong." Dorgon said, "The leader of the puppet rear camp has 70,000 troops stationed in Yulin. Last time, the Prince of England's army was blocked in northern Shaanxi by this man. Oh, by the way, the rear camp is still here.
There is a deputy general, Li Yan, who is also a powerful figure. It was this man who defeated Bahana and Ye Chen in Shanxi last autumn."
Hong Chengchou said in a deep voice: "Master, this matter needs to be paid enough attention. Pseudo-Shun is nothing to worry about originally, but if Pseudo-Shun succeeds in using the banner of Lin Dan Khan and absorbs the Tumut Mongolian and even Chahar Mongolian tribes,
Being under the banner is enough to pose a fatal threat to Horqin, Mongolia and even Beijing."
Dorgon pondered and said: "Do you think Hypocrisy can have such abilities?"
Fan Wencheng said solemnly: "Master, I would rather believe that there is something than that that doesn't exist. The Book of Rites says that everything will be done if it is forewarned, and if it is not forewarned, it will be ruined. If we, the Qing Dynasty, do not take precautions, once hypocrisy and Sanggar are really there,
If a climate is formed in Monan, it will be too late to regret it, and the difficulty of trying to figure it out will probably increase greatly."
"The question is how to prevent it?" Dorgon frowned and said, "Send troops to destroy it? Or expel it?"
Hong Chengchou said in a deep voice: "Either mobilize a powerful Manchu force to guard the Tumut River, or return Ezhe to Tumut, otherwise the Tumut tribes will be leaderless and will not be threatened by Sanggar."
Dorgon's brows became more and more frowned. None of the two things Hong Chengchou said could be accomplished now. The Qing government neither had the ability to dispatch a powerful Manchu force to guard the Tumo River, nor could it release Ezhe back to Tumo.
Special, because Ezhe is the legitimate son of Lin Dan Khan, what if Ezhe returns to Tumote and becomes independent?
Just when Dorgon was hesitant, Cao Eryu came in and said: "Master, Huai'an Prefecture urgently delivers."
"Huai'an Mansion?" Dorgon suddenly became energetic after hearing this, and he couldn't help but said with joy, "Has Huai'an Mansion finally been captured? Counting the time, it should almost be captured."
Hong Chengchou and the other three also quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Because all the news coming back these days is bad news,
It's time for some good news to boost morale.
Only Cao Eryu looked embarrassed and hesitated to speak.
Dorgon's eyes were so sharp that he immediately noticed something strange about Cao Eryu.
"What?" Dorgon's face fell, "Huai'an Mansion was not captured?"
"Master, you'd better ask yourself." Cao Eryu turned around and waved, "Bring people in."
When two banner men came in supporting a tired messenger, Fan Wencheng just took a look at it and exclaimed: "Second brother?!"
"Dad." Fan Chengmo could no longer move.
First he gave Fan Wencheng a smile that was uglier than crying, and then said to Dorgon: "There is a secret message from the master."
Cao Eryu immediately stepped forward and took out a secret letter from Fan Chengmo's arms and handed it to Dorgon with both hands.
There were not many words in this secret letter, and Dorgon read it quickly. However, after reading it, his face instantly turned black, and the temperature in the thermal pavilion also dropped eight degrees.
Ning Quanquan and the other three looked at each other in confusion. Could it be that Huai'an Prefecture was defeated?
Ordinarily it's not possible. With Prince Yu's 70,000 troops, even if they can't take Huai'an Prefecture, they will definitely not be defeated. What's more, they later mobilized twenty red cannons, which was quite gratifying. What's going on?
"This is troublesome." After a long while, Dorgon sighed.
He paused for a moment and then said: "Now we are really in a dilemma."
