Chongzhen Ming Dynasty: Starting from Meishan Chapter 443 A big game of chess
Dorgon has already descended into the well.
Under such great reputation, there are indeed no deceitful people.
Yan Yingyuan has a lot of tricks to defend the city.
After losing the first battle, Dorgon's mood was naturally not much better.
But it doesn't matter how bad the mood is, because today's defeat is not necessarily a bad thing. It can be a good opportunity for the Eight Banners Manchuria, the Eight Banners Han Army and the Green Camp to take a warning.
But how to deal with Wu Sangui and Guan Ningjun is a problem.
According to the rules, Wu Sangui and Guan Ningjun will definitely be punished.
This is the rule set by the old Khan. If you lose the battle, you must be punished.
The only suspense is whether the punishment should be heavier or lighter. This can be changed.
While Dorgon was deep in thought, Cao Eryu hurriedly came to report: "Master, Prince Heshuo Zheng, Prince Heshuoli, Prince Heshuoying, Dorobeile, Wen Jianbeizi, etc. are all here."
"Huh?" Dorgon's face suddenly fell, "What are they doing here?"
Hong Chengchou and several other die-hard traitors also looked at each other, confused for a moment.
"I'm afraid I don't have any good intentions." Hou Fangyu said, "If the battle at Dagukou goes well, they can get a share of the battle, but if the battle at Dagukou doesn't go well, they can take the opportunity to embarrass you, my master."
As soon as these words came out, Fulin, Hong Chengchou and others all looked at Hou Fangyu.
Cao Eryu also looked at Hou Fangyu with a shocked face, thinking in his heart, how dare you say such a thing?
You are just a slave, how dare you speak nonsense about your master? I really don’t know how to write the word “death”.
Hou Fangyu, however, risked his life. Anyway, he was a disabled person now, so what was there to fear?
How can he take revenge if he remains a slave all his life? His only wish now is revenge.
At that moment, Hou Fangyu continued: "Master, isn't this an opportunity for you?"
Hearing this, Hong Chengchou's expression changed slightly, and he thought that he had really underestimated Hou Fangyu before.
"Hou Fangyu, what do you mean by this?" Dorgon was really interested, "What opportunity?"
"A good opportunity to force them to agree to modify the Eight Banners system." Hou Fangyu said with a sinister smile, "If they don't agree to modify the Eight Banners system, let them touch Yan Yingyuan."
Dorgon's eyes lit up immediately. This method was indeed wonderful!
Then Dorgon said with a smile: "Come on, follow me to greet these people."
Dorgon was originally full of fear about the arrival of Daishan, Jierharang and others, but when Hou Fangyu said this, he immediately became looking forward to it. These people came in time.
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At the same time, on the official road on the south bank of the Wei River.
Jirhalang, Daishan and Azig are walking side by side.
Behind the three of them were Gurmahun, Luckdhun and other Beilebezi.
Except for Duduo, Dorgon and Fulin, the banner owners of the Eight Banners in Manchuria are basically here. According to the tribal government system established by Lao Nu, these people are the decision-makers of establishing slaves.
No matter what decision Dorgon wants to make, he must obtain the consent of the majority of people.
"Second brother, you're already this old, why bother taking this trip?" Azig shook his head and said, "If the old fourteen wants to make trouble, then let him do it. When he suffers a loss and is frustrated, naturally
Will come back."
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"Old Twelve, you don't understand. You can go back on some things when you are wrong, but you can't go back on some things."
Dai Shan said sincerely: "What the Fourteenth is doing now will hurt the foundation of the Qing Dynasty. Once you make a mistake, you will never be able to look back."
"Is it that serious?" Azig disagreed.
"Prince Ying and Prince Li are right, reforming the Eight Banners system is no small matter." Jierhalang frowned and said, "The Eight Banners' discussion of politics began with the Eight Kings' discussion of politics. It was a rule set by the old Khan. This is also for our Qing Dynasty.
For the sake of future generations, how can we just change it? If the Eight Banners Political Council is also changed, can the Qing Dynasty still be regarded as the Qing Dynasty?"
Obviously, Daishan, Jierhalang and other Eight Banners nobles have realized the danger.
If Dorgon is allowed to reform the military system, the Eight Banners nobles will lose all their real power.
It is precisely because of this that the dying Daishan could not sit still and stood up dragging his sick body.
Azig asked again: "Then let me ask you, why did we come to Dagukou this time?
"In order to strengthen the Eight Banners' deliberation system," Jirhalang said, "from now on, not only the major political policies of the Qing Dynasty, but also military marches and wars will have to be jointly decided by the Eight Banners nobles."
"I'm afraid this won't work," Azig said.
"Old Fourteen and Old Fifteen definitely disagree."
"There are rules set by the old Khan, so they can't help but disagree."
A look of sternness flashed across Daishan's old face, and he continued: "If Old Fourteen insists on disobeying, then his title of Prince Regent will be withdrawn from his father's title. If he continues to cause trouble, he will be deprived of his title of Prince Rui."
"But why choose Dagokou?" Azig was still puzzled.
"Because the emperor is in Dagokou, but the queen mother is not here," Daishan said.
While he was talking, a large group of Eight Banners cavalry suddenly appeared on the official road ahead.
"Old Fourteen?" Azig said with a smile, "This time the sun really came out in the west. Old Fourteen, who always has his eyes on the sky, actually came to greet us halfway."
Dai Shan said: "Old Twelve, we have agreed that we must have the same caliber."
"I know." Azig said nonchalantly, "I will do it as agreed before. After all, you are also doing it for the good of Prince Ying's palace. I know this very well."
Daishan and Jierhalang breathed a sigh of relief.
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That night, dozens of mutton-fat torches illuminated the inside and outside of Dorgon's Chinese army tent as brightly as day.
Two rows of more than twenty Baya soldiers in full uniform stood at the entrance of the big tent. The Baya soldiers on the left were wearing bright yellow cotton armor with red edges, and the Baya soldiers on the right were wearing white cotton armor.
Like two rows of door gods.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wu Sangui escorted Xia Longshan, who was tied up with five flowers, to the door of Dorgon's tent.
Just as he was about to walk in, two rows of Baya soldiers suddenly stepped forward and blocked the way.
The two outermost Baya soldiers even drew out their swords and placed them on Wu Sangui's neck.
"Master!" Wu Sangui turned a blind eye to the steel knife on his neck and shouted, "My slave Wu Sangui has a grudge against me! Even if I die, I must die clearly!"
After a long while, Dorgon's voice came from the big tent: "Let them come in."
The two rows of Baya soldiers then put away their shining sabers and returned to their original positions.
Wu Sangui escorted Xia Longshan into the big tent and saw no less than fifty people gathered inside.
As soon as the two people entered the tent, dozens of looks came over them, with different expressions.
But Wu Sangui only had Dorgon in his eyes, and he didn't even notice Fulin sitting on Dorgon's right side.
"Master!" Wu Sangui knelt down in front of Dorgon with a bang and cried bitterly, "In this afternoon's battle, it's really not that our soldiers in western Liaoning are greedy for life and afraid of death, it's really that the enemy is too cunning."
"If the master insists on punishing someone, he can just punish one of his slaves."
"Whether he was killed or beheaded, the slaves never complained at all. They only asked the master to forgive the soldiers of Liaoxi."
Speaking of this meal, Wu Sangui kowtowed again and said: "The soldiers in western Liaoning have really tried their best. The defeat in today's battle is all the fault of the slave. It is the slave who underestimated the enemy too much."
Fulin looked at Wu Sangui thoughtfully, what is this?
Why does Wu Sangui want to take responsibility for his subordinates? Is he trying to win people's hearts?
Then he turned his attention to Dorgon. How would he respond?
Dorgon looked at Wu Sangui pitifully, as if he wanted to look into his heart.
After a long while, Dorgon said quietly: "King Pingxi, I heard that your eldest son died in the battle?"
"Master, my eldest son Wu Yingqi has been adopted by his brother." Wu Sangui replied, "But this son did die for the Qing Dynasty this afternoon."
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Wu Yingqi faintly woke up from his coma.
He regained consciousness, but his eyelids were heavy and he couldn't open them.
There was a faint sound of sawing, as if someone was cutting wood with a saw.
Then Wu Yingqi felt that his right leg seemed to be being pulled by something. It was being pulled towards him and then away again. He didn't know exactly what was going on.
Then I heard two people talking.
"I don't know what the people above are thinking."
"Let's amputate these bitches."
"If I have the time, I might as well sit down and smoke a bag of Danbagu."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense and hold on tight. The effects of the anesthetic medicine will wear off soon."
The sound of sawing? His right calf was being stretched, anesthetics? Amputation surgery? Wu Yingqi's mind gradually connected these scattered information, and he suddenly came to his senses.
"No!" Wu Yingqi opened his eyes and yelled in horror.
"Don't saw my right leg, I don't want amputation, don't saw my right leg!"
Once his right calf is amputated, he will never be able to ride a horse or fight in a war.
For a general, this is simply more uncomfortable than killing him directly.
"Are you awake?" What appeared in Wu Yingqi's field of vision were two men wearing "white clothes", and their white clothes were covered with blood stains. One of them had a saw in his hand and was sawing his right calf.
"It's okay. It'll be fine in a while. Just bear with it." The man said in relief.
"No, don't saw my legs, I beg you." Wu Yingqi was frightened to his core.
Then, Wu Yingqi heard a click, and his right calf bone fell to the ground.
"Okay." Another man in white comforted, "We will suture your wound right now, but whether you can save your life depends on your own luck."
Then he turned around and helped Xia Longshan up, saying, "General Xia, please get up too."
"Prince Regent, the general is so shameless." Xia Longshan said with a face of shame, "You should order the execution of the general. The general will be ashamed of his trust in the regent, and even more ashamed of the Qing Dynasty."
"General Xia, you are not ashamed of anyone."
Dorgon gently patted Xia Longshan's shoulder.
"The defeat this afternoon was not due to war, but because the enemy general was too cunning."
Dorgon's words can be regarded as the final word for today's defeat.
This means that you Wu Sangui, Xia Longshan and Wu Yingqi have all tried their best, and the two green battalions that attacked have also tried their best. The reason why we were ultimately defeated was because our opponents were too cunning and powerful.
Dorgon's characterization was actually to excuse himself. After all, the nobles of the Eight Banners were all in the big tent.
After a pause, he continued: "According to my decree, the soldiers of the Green Camp who attack today will be rewarded with two catties of mutton and five taels of silver for those who survived, and fifteen taels of silver for those who died in battle!"
"Xialong Mountain, confer a title of third-class fine Qinihafan."
"Wu Yingqi has given a posthumous gift of the first-class Jingqi Nihafan. When King Pingxi has grandchildren in the future, he can choose one of his grandchildren to inherit the title of Wu Yingqi's first-class Jingqi Nihafan."
"Prince Regent." Xia Longshan burst into tears upon hearing this.
"On behalf of Wu Yingqi, I would like to thank my master for your kindness." Wu Sangui burst into tears.
Fulin watched coldly, with a trace of confusion in his eyes. What kind of solution is this? Xia Longshan and Wu Yingqi were obviously defeated. According to the laws of the Qing Dynasty, a defeat is a defeat and must be punished. Why are they rewarded instead?
Isn't this unfair reward and punishment? Wouldn't the Eight Banners soldiers have any objections if they knew about this?
Fulin was about to speak, but he remembered E Niang's instructions in his mind, so he swallowed it back.
Dorgon suddenly turned back to look at Fulin and asked, "Your Majesty, do you think this is an appropriate treatment?"
"Huang Ama, I don't know anything." Fulin said quickly, "This time I am here to learn."
Dorgon nodded lightly, then turned his eyes to the nobles of the Eight Banners standing in the big tent, and said solemnly: "Even a ten-year-old child knows how to study hard, but some of our nobles in the Qing Dynasty are used to arrogance and extravagance.
In these days, I become unmotivated and don’t want to make progress. I just don’t want to make progress. I don’t want to let others make progress, let alone the Qing Dynasty!”
It was only then that Wu Sangui and Xia Longshan discovered with shock that the tent was actually filled with nobles from the Eight Banners.
My uncle, the Regent and Prince of Heshuozheng, Jierhalang, came, Prince Azig of Heshuoying came, and even Prince Daishan of Heshuoli came.
In addition, there are many county kings Beile and Beizi.
Except for Duoduo, the king of Duoluoyu, almost all the nobles of the Eight Banners were present.
Seeing this, Wu Sangui suddenly realized that Dorgon was taking the opportunity to play a big game of chess, and he, Xia Longshan and Guan Ningjun were just his pawns.
Obviously, Dorgon wanted to take the opportunity to scare or even clean up the Eight Banners nobles.
However, even Dorgon did not expect that the first person to jump out and challenge him would be Azig.
"Old Fourteen, I don't understand what you are talking about." Azig said with a straight face, "Who has become unwilling to make progress? Who is stopping someone from making progress, and who is not letting the Qing Dynasty make progress?
?”
Seeing this, Daishan and Jierhalang almost laughed out loud.
But Dorgon wished he could beat Azig to death with a brick.
Azig, are you really my brother from the same mother?
How could the same mother give birth to a fool like you?
