Chongzhen said: "That is the Yangtze River. Only when the Yangtze River breaks its banks will it flood rapidly, and people along the coast will not even have time to evacuate. But the Yellow River will not be like this when it breaks its banks."
When the Yellow River bursts its banks, people will not drown at first.
Let's just say that when the Huayuankou embankment burst, people on both sides of the gap moved safely.
But when the Yellow River completely overflows and the water gradually deepens, people in the floodplain area will find that there are floods on all sides, and then they will have nowhere to escape, and will eventually be submerged by the rising floods.
Huang Zongxi said: "When the Yellow River burst its banks, the flood rose very slowly at first. The Jiannu had enough time to escape, so it is wishful thinking to expect the flood to trap the Jiannu."
Zheng Sen said: "Even if this is the case, at least the farmland of Jiannu can be submerged!"
After saying this, Zheng Sen added: "Without the harvest from the fields, and Beijing being surrounded by the puppet army, the Jiannu slaves in Xuzhou will not be able to escape even if they escape the flood..."
At this point, Zheng Sen suddenly stopped and his expression became embarrassed.
"Stop talking?" Chongzhen snorted and said, "Go on."
Zheng Sen's face became solemn and he said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty is saying that after the farmland is flooded, the slaves will attack the people of Beizhi and even Shandong and steal food from the people's mouths?"
"What do you think?" Chongzhen asked Zheng Sen, "Do you think the Jian slaves would choose to starve to death themselves, or starve to death the Han people in Beizhi or Shandong?"
After saying this, Chongzhen said again: "You listened to the play of the National Disaster Troupe for nothing, right? Three Massacres in Liaodong, what event is this play about?"
Zheng Sen said: "It's about the lack of food in Liaodong, and the old slaves massacred the Han people in Liaodong in order to seize the grain."
"So?" Chongzhen snorted coldly, "Do you think Dorgon will be merciful?"
Zheng Sen said: "Dorgon and Huang Taiji are still different from Lao Nu, maybe not..."
"You are too naive." Chongzhen said coldly, "Dorgon, Huang Taiji and Lao Nu are no different at heart. The only difference is that these two brothers know how to disguise better than Lao Nu. But once they can no longer pretend, they will become
Just like the old slave, even ten times more cruel than the old slave."
Zheng Sen finally stopped saying that he would die together.
Because the fact is that if this is really done, only the Han people will suffer.
Chongzhen said solemnly: "I am the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. The Han people south of the Yangtze River are my subjects, and the Han people north of the Yangtze River are also my subjects. If I don't even care about the life and death of my own people, I am not worthy of being this emperor."
"Long live my Lord!" Upon hearing this, Gao Qiqian and Lu Jiude knelt down with a cry and began to wipe away their tears.
Chongzhen glanced at Zheng Sen and other Qin Wang scholars, and then said: "So no matter what time, no matter what situation I face, I will never do anything like digging the Yellow River and extinguishing my descendants!"
"Students are waiting for the order." Zheng Sen, Huang Zongxi and other Qin Wang scholars all bowed to the ground.
When he stood up again, Huang Zongxi frowned inadvertently, seeming confused.
Until now, scholars such as Huang Zongxi, Yan Yingyuan and Gu Yanwu all have the same judgment. They all believe that Chongzhen's promotion of Mencius' people-centered thought was just a means to win over the hearts of scholars.
But now, Huang Zongxi began to waver. Maybe they were wrong?
While I was thinking about it, Chongzhen's voice suddenly sounded in my ears again: "Huang Zongxi, I want you to go to Luoyang, do you dare to go?"
"Why don't you dare to do this?" Huang Zongxi said calmly, "The Holy One dares to take risks for the sake of the Ming Dynasty, the country, the country, and the common people. What's the pity that a student is just a scholar?"
"Okay." Chongzhen said, "Then you set off tonight."
Zheng Sen suddenly tried to dissuade him again: "Your Majesty, it is indeed not advisable to dig a dyke on the Yellow River, but there is no rush to lobby the Pseudo-Shun to send troops. It is not too late to wait until the wheat outside the city matures before lobbying the Pseudo-Shun to send troops."
Chongzhen smiled and said: "You want to pick up millions of pounds of wheat for nothing, right?"
"This is definitely impossible." Zheng Sen shook his head and said, "Even if Jiannu retreats, he will burn the wheat before retreating. There is no way he will leave the wheat to us. The students just want Jiannu to work in vain for three months."
"The slaves had no food to eat, and the Han people in Beizhi and Shandong were the ones who suffered." Chongzhen shook his head and said, "Moreover, we will also miss the farming season. If so, the more than one million people in Xuzhou City will have no choice but to take advantage of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
To feed yourself with food, you should know how much food you need to consume?"
"This..." Zheng Sen suddenly stopped saying anything.
After all, Zheng Sen is still too young and lacks experience.
Chongzhen turned to Huang Zongxi again and said: "Huang Zongxi, go back and prepare. I will ask Gao Banban to prepare a sampan for you. As soon as Chouchu passes, you can go down the Yellow River. First, send a message to the navy to tell them not to rush.
, as the saying goes, there are always more solutions than difficulties. If you use your brain more, you will eventually come up with a way to break through the Jiannu artillery blockade."
Then he said to Yang Ponu: "Yang Ponu, you go together."
"Yes." Yang Ponu responded suddenly.
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Zhakou Town, Jiannu Camp.
Dorgon was busy until midnight before finally falling asleep.
However, not long after he fell asleep, he was awakened by the sound of "boom, boom, boom".
"Come here!" Dorgon hurriedly stood up from the couch and shouted, "Bring me your armor!"
When the door opened, Hou Fangyu walked in quickly holding Dorgon's mask with white flag cloth.
Cloth armor is different from cotton armor. Cotton armor is made of pure cotton. Cloth armor uses rivets to fix iron sheets in two layers of thick cloth. It is heavier and has better protection.
Eight Banners nobles like Duduo and Dorgon no longer have to go to the battlefield in person.
Therefore, they generally do not wear chain mail or iron armor, but simple cotton armor is not enough to ensure safety, so most of the time they choose to wear cloth armor.
When Cao Eryu came in, Dorgon had already dressed up under Hou Fangyu's service.
When Cao Eryu wanted to get the knife from the knife rest, Hou Fangyu took the knife away first.
"Master, your belt knife." Hou Fangyu respectfully handed over the belt knife with both hands.
Cao Eryu's eyes immediately flashed with a hint of gloom, and he gave Hou Fangyu a cold look.
Dorgon didn't care about the intrigue between the two slaves. He put the sword on his leather belt and turned around and walked out of the barracks.
After leaving the barracks, I saw that Duoduo, He Luohui, Vasinga and other nobles with white flags had also woken up and got up. Even Hong Chengchou, Fan Wencheng and Ning Wanwo had rushed over.
At this time, the sound of artillery coming from the direction of the Yellow River in the west became more intensive.
Duduo said: "Brother Fourteen, it should be the navy of the Ming Army who tried to break in and was discovered again."
After a pause, Duduo smiled and said to Hong Chengchou: "Thanks to Mr. Hengjiu, for thinking of building forts and other means, now even a mouse can't even think of passing through, let alone a naval warship."
"Ashamed, ashamed." Hong Chengchou waved his hands repeatedly.
After a while, someone came to report in a hurry: "Master, there was a small boat going down the river from Xuzhou at night. By the time we found it, it had almost passed through the fort blockade, so we were unable to stop it in the end.
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"Ah?" Duduo's face fell instantly. This slap in the face must have come too quickly.
He was just saying that not even a mouse could get through, but in the end, a small boat crossed the blockade.
Wa Xing'a said carelessly: "It seems that Mr. Hengjiu's method is not very good either."
"Shut up," Duduo scolded Vasing'a, and then said to Hong Chengchou, "Don't blame Mr. Hengjiu, Vasing'a is just a fool who doesn't understand anything."
