"That's right." Ning Wanwo agreed, "Chongzhen has already committed a taboo among military strategists!"
Fan Wencheng continued: "Our Qing soldiers only need to choose one attack along the thousands of miles of land, and the Ming army's food route will be immediately cut off. Once the food route is cut off, the Ming army will be defeated!"
Ning Wanwo continued: "So the strategy proposed by Hengjiu and Hou Fangyu to attack the Ming army's weak spots is worth a try. Even if the Ming army's food route cannot be cut off in the end, it can at least form a confrontation with the Ming army near Jinghai County."
It was also this sentence that moved Dorgon. A confrontation near Jinghai is better than a confrontation in Beijing.
"If these two gentlemen had not suggested it, I would have almost missed the important event." Dorgon suddenly realized.
After a short pause, Dorgon said to Fan Wencheng again: "Please Mr. Xian Dou draft the edict for me."
"I'm scared." Fan Wencheng made a gesture with one hand crossed on the ground, and quickly sat down at the table and spread out the white linen paper.
Dorgon walked back and forth for a few words and then said: "The consequences of defeat have been dealt with. You don't have to blame yourself for this."
"Yan Yingyuan, this beast is extremely ferocious and rare in ancient and modern times. I also suffered a defeat at Dagukou, not to mention you?"
"The strategy proposed by Qing and Hou Fangyu to attack its weak point is very advisable. It is advisable to follow it as soon as possible to cut off its food route..."
"As for what you said about transferring Horqin, Chahar and Tumote tribes to the foreign Mongols, I know it. I will soon order the foreign Mongols to come to the pass to help. However, the Mongolians from the outer vassal are far away and difficult to gather, so it is difficult to arrive in an urgent situation.
We can order the Mongolian Eight Banners to attack the Ming army's food routes first, and when the Ming army is exhausted, cut them off in one fell swoop! We look forward to it."
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That night, Dorgon's edict was sent to the Jinghai County Yamen at a 800-mile express.
After reading Dorgon's edict, Hong Chengchou couldn't help but burst into tears of gratitude, Master Shengming!
Such a wise master, there really is nothing much to say. The night before yesterday, he lost two hundred red cannons, more than 6,000 self-made muskets, and more than 6,000 soldiers of the Eight Banners. Instead of saying a word of blame, the master comforted him in every possible way.
, and even resorted to self-defeating to excuse him. What else can you ask for as a slave?
Hou Fangyu was extremely jealous. Why did he have the surname Hong?
This is obviously my plan, okay? I came up with it!
However, in the face of a formidable enemy, Hou Fangyu could only suppress the jealousy in his chest.
At that moment, Hou Fangyu said: "Hong Butang, since the master agrees with our strategy, let's follow it as soon as possible. After all, every extra day we delay here will make Beijing city more dangerous."
Hong Chengchou hummed slightly and asked again: "Is Bart back?"
Hong Da immediately reported: "To tell you what I'm saying, Bart Dutong has just come back."
"Okay." Hong Chengchou immediately ordered, "Immediately send an order to Bart, and ask the Eight Banner Mongolians to form a team of a thousand people to launch an attack on the more than 500 miles of grain roads from Dagukou to Chenguantun to Beijing. Starting today,
"Don't let the Ming army transfer a grain of grain and a pound of gunpowder to Beijing again!"
Hong Chengchou's order was quickly conveyed.
Not long after, the four city gates of Jinghai County quietly opened.
Immediately, groups of Mongolian cavalry surged out from the city gate.
After arriving outside the city, the Mongolian cavalry quickly split into dozens of groups. About 40,000 cavalry were divided into forty groups and flew away in different directions.
Hong Chengchou's primary target was the grain road from Dagukou to Beijing.
The next step is to wait until the Mongolian cavalry from Horqin, Chahar and Tumut arrive, and then attack the nearly one thousand mile seaside grain road between Dengzhou and Dagukou.
All in all, one sentence is to let the Ming army's food road never have peace.
However, while sending the Mongolian troops from the Eight Banners to attack the Ming army's food routes, Hong Chengchou was also preparing for the worst.
That is, if the Eight Banners Mongolia is unable to cut off the Ming army's food route, even if Horqin, Chahar and Tumut Mongolia are included in the external vassals, it still won't work. Then they will have to fight the Ming army in a decisive battle.
But if there is a decisive battle with the Ming army, we must find out how we lost the night before?
Until now, Hong Chengchou was still vague about the battle the night before yesterday.
At that moment, Hong Chengchou asked Hong Da to ask Wang Fuchen to come to his camp. There were many things that still needed to be consulted by the generals leading the troops on the front line, such as Wang Fuchen.
Hong Da walked to the gate of the military camp, where the doctor was treating Wang Fuchen's wounds.
"Mr. Wang, please be patient. Today may be more painful than yesterday."
"It doesn't matter, just go ahead and do whatever you want. Although this town is not as good as Guan Yu, and we don't have the ability to scrape bones and cure poison without losing color, we can still withstand being stabbed a few times with tachyons."
After saying this, Wang Fuchen asked Hong Da again: "Does the chief steward have trouble with so-and-so?"
"There's no rush." Hong laughed and said, "Mr. Wang, please treat the injury first."
"Thank you, butler, please wait a moment." Wang Fuchen immediately signaled to the doctor that he could start.
The doctor picked up a tachyon and wrapped it in gauze, then dipped it in salt water. Then he took the gauze-wrapped tachyon and stabbed it into the bullet hole on Wang Fuchen's right arm.
In the battle the night before, Wang Fuchen saved his life, but he was also shot in the arm.
Fortunately, no bones were injured, but a lead pierced an eye in the arm.
As soon as the tachyon was inserted from one end of the gun hole, blood gushes out from the other end.
The doctor took a look at the blood and said with a smile: "There are no signs of suppuration in the wound, which is a good thing. However, Mr. Wang must not be careless. You still need to pay more attention, especially avoid drinking."
"I know." Wang Fuchen's lips trembled a little.
No matter what, if someone pokes the wound back and forth with a tachyon, it will never feel better.
When the blood flowing from the wound turned bright red, the doctor finally pulled out the tachyon, soaked it in salt water and cleaned it, then inserted it into the hole of the gun several times, and finally bandaged it.
Hong Da then raised his hand and said: "President Wang, the ministry has invited you."
Wang Fuchen knew that he could not escape, so he could only follow Hong Da to see Hong Chengchou.
"Fu Chen, is the wound on your right arm better?" Hong Chengchou asked with concern.
"Sir, sir, things have gotten better." Wang Fuchen raised his right arm slightly.
"Hey, don't move." Seeing this, Hong Chengchou quickly dissuaded him, "It takes a hundred days to break your muscles and bones, and you can't be careless."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It's okay, it's just a minor injury." Wang Fuchen looked unconcerned. He really didn't care about the injury. What he cared about was how Hong Chengchou would punish him?
Anyway, punishment is definitely necessary.
After all, he suffered such a huge defeat.
Even if the responsibility is not his, he will still be punished.
Aren't all these civil servants like this? The credit belongs to them, and the blame belongs to the generals under them. He has long been used to it after following Jiang Xiang for so many years.
However, this time Wang Fuchen miscalculated.
"Assistant minister, the defeat of Chenguantun was due to the failure of our headquarters."
Hong Chengchou said sincerely: "The soldiers of Datong Town have performed extremely well. The headquarters has informed the regent of the inside story, and the regent has also issued a decree. The headquarters will reward Datong Town, and the soldiers who died in battle need to be well compensated."
"Ah?" Wang Fuchen was stunned immediately. This matter was beyond his expectation.
"Sit down." Hong Chengchou motioned to Wang Fuchen to sit down, "I have something to ask from the main hall."
"The general is in panic." Wang Fuchen was so frightened that he quickly stood up again. If a civil servant was so polite, there must be no good thing, and it might be something that requires his life.
But Wang Fuchen miscalculated again.
Hong Chengchou just wanted to ask a few questions.
"Secretary-in-Chief, when we were pursuing victory, why did we suddenly stop when we reached the third stage of the gun platform?"
"Hong Budang, I don't want to stop, but I can't do it without stopping. The Ming army's self-generated firepower is too powerful, and we simply can't charge forward."
"Didn't the Ming army already retreat at that time? Can they still organize a replacement attack?"
"The general at the end of this matter was also very confused. The Ming army had obviously collapsed, but in the blink of an eye they stood in line again, as if they had not fled. It is unbelievable."
"Is this happening? Is the Ming army actually so strong?"
From the moment of retreat to the formation of defense, Hong Chengchou only saw one army, that is, the Eight Banners Manchuria. Didn't he think that the Ming army had reached this point now?
After a pause, Hong Chengchou asked again: "What about the landmines?"
"Hong Butang, the general can't say anything about this." Wang Fuchen could only smile bitterly, "Before the first explosion, the general and the soldiers from Datong Town were on standby in the trench. They turned around when they heard the continuous explosions.
Look, you can see that the entire artillery position has been completely swallowed up by the red light, which is burning and hurting your eyes."
"Then I saw the signal light from our formation."
"But we had just walked a few steps, and there was an explosion in the trench."
Having said this, Wang Fuchen's face showed a look of fear again, and the terrifying scene at that time appeared in front of his eyes again. All he could see was red light, one after another suddenly blooming, and huge continuous explosions shook the place.
People's eardrums were shattered, and the Datong soldiers who were blown away were flying everywhere like leaves blown by the strong wind.
What's even worse is that many soldiers were shot into pieces by landmine fragments.
Wang Fuchen managed to escape by stepping on his men's heads and climbing to the ground in time.
Hong Chengchou said: "You mean that the mines on the artillery positions and the mines in the trenches were detonated by the Ming army in two separate times, right?"
"That's right." Wang Fuchen replied, "It detonated in two times."
"And the number of landmines is also very large? The range is also very large?"
"Yes, there are at least tens of thousands of mines, and the area is very wide. The entire artillery position and the outer trenches of the first two turrets were bombed all over. No place was spared."
"A big deal, the Ming army is really a big deal."
Hong Chengchou exclaimed: "It turns out that landmines can be used in this way."
Wang Fuchen said: "Hong Butang, next time we will also let the Ming army have a taste of the mine array."
"I'm afraid it will be very difficult to do." Hong Chengchou said with a sigh, "Although the Qing Dynasty War Bureau also made landmines, the number of mines cast each time was not large, and it was impossible to do as big a project as the Ming army."
"If we let the war situation change now, I'm afraid it will be too late."
Even if it was built, it would not be transported because Beijing was already surrounded by the Ming army.
