"Your Highness, there is no danger to defend Luoyang!"
Feng Xianzong thought for a moment and blurted out.
"In the vast Henan Province, there are only ten Dingkou. If you occupy Luoyang, you may have to transport food thousands of miles and face the siege of intruders and slaves."
At this time, Henan, Weihui and other three prefectures north of the Yellow River had already submitted to the Manchus, while Tongguan, Shaanxi Province, belonged to Dashun.
Luoyang is like a tree without roots. It requires a lot of food and grass to garrison troops and feed the people.
Hearing this, Zhu Yixi sighed: "I know this too, but Luoyang's status is extraordinary and difficult to let go of."
On behalf of the provincial capital, how can it be so easy to give up?
Besides, it’s not like I don’t have enough energy to support, so it would be a pity to give up.
When Feng Xianzong heard this, his expression changed, he sat upright and said:
"Your Highness, it is indeed worthy of celebration to defeat the Manchus and kill the famous king, but if a tree is as beautiful as a tree, the wind will destroy it, and there is no danger to defend Luoyang. Knowing that it is useless, abandon it and withdraw from the limelight."
Having said this, he paused, hesitated for a moment, and then continued: "Your Highness can move the people from Henan to Nanyang or Huguang, turning them into empty space and useless."
At this time, His Highness Prince Yu really started to think about it.
Sichuan, Huguang, and if Henan is added to it, it is the land of three provinces. It is indeed the cusp of the storm and makes people fearful.
What's more important is that I'm only twenty-two!
Li Zicheng was forty, Emperor Hongguang was thirty-eight, and Dorgon was thirty-three.
It is indeed envy-inducing to have conquered such a large territory when I was in my twenties.
That's all, we still need to keep a low profile for a while, farm and lay a solid foundation.
"Okay!" Zhu Yixi agreed loudly, and then said: "Xianzong, you are a local, I will leave this matter to you. It is best to arrive in Nanyang before next spring plowing."
"As soon as possible!"
"Yes!" Feng Xianzong was a young man after all. He got excited and quickly agreed.
With such an important responsibility on my shoulders, it seems that His Highness Prince Yu really trusts me!
Zhu Yixi smiled slightly and sighed: "You young people have good physical strength, but you still need to practice more."
Those who can be left behind now are all determined, and it is not a thankless thing to do this.
And if they move to Nanyang, it will not only promote the development of productivity, but also reduce the local productive force.
One plus and one subtraction makes the difference bigger.
Immediately, Zhu Yixi said again: "I am very thirsty for talents. If there are talented people, I can use them regardless of their fame. Xianzong, you can recommend one or two more to me."
"Yes!" Feng Xianzong felt this trust and his face turned red.
Now that he had reached the decision to abandon Luoyang, Zhu Yixi immediately ordered Duduo's head to be sent to Nanjing so that Nanjing's civil and military officials could see it and demonstrate their military power.
…
At this time, Liu Zongmin also learned about the Ming army's initiative to kill Duduo, and he couldn't help but be stunned:
"How is this possible? How is this possible?"
Whether it was the Battle of a Stone or the Battle of Luoyang, the pressure of Mount Tai of the Qing Dynasty was enough to shatter the confidence of the invading army.
Especially in the Battle of Luoyang, in a head-to-head encounter, if he hadn't finished well, the entire army of 100,000 would have been wiped out long ago.
Such a powerful enemy was defeated so easily?
So, what are they?
Doesn't it mean that the Ming army is more powerful than their Chuang army?
Even during the First World War in Xin'an County, they did not admit this fact, but now that they heard the news, they had to admit it.
Everyone in Tongguan was immediately depressed.
Li Zicheng came anxiously and saw the morale of the army was in turmoil.
The once arrogant Chuangjun was now dejected, filled with helplessness and doubt.
"emperor--"
Liu Zongmin then welcomed Li Zicheng inside, his attitude as before, but most of the arrogance on his face had disappeared.
"what happened?"
Li Zicheng's one eye was filled with a searching look: "You, the young man, lead the troops to fight, but you don't care about the morale of the soldiers?"
"Your Majesty, this is really unimaginable."
Liu Zongmin hesitated for a moment, and then said hurriedly: "The news came from Luoyang that Zhu Yixi, the puppet king of Yu, built a high platform and prepared to use the head of Duduo, the puppet king who built a slave, to sacrifice to Emperor Ming."
"What?"
Li Zicheng was shocked. He stood up and said in disbelief: "The Qing army that pushed you back into Tongguan was actually defeated by the Ming army and even cut off Duduo's head?"
Such explosive news made Li Zicheng stunned.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. That was an army of 50,000 people and the Eight Banners cavalry. How could they be defeated?"
To underestimate the Manchus is to underestimate yourself.
Li Zicheng continued to talk in detail.
It is extremely cruel to ask him to accept that the Ming army is stronger than him.
But with Liu Zongmin's solemn expression, Li Zicheng had to choose to believe him.
Only then did Liu Zongmin react: "Your Majesty, why did you come to Tongguan?"
"Wu Sangui in northern Shaanxi is in a hurry to attack and lacks cavalry. Yulin Town is no longer safe, and his troops are about to approach Yan'an."
Speaking of this, Li Zicheng's face became more solemn.
Overnight, he went from being invincible to being beaten by others. He really couldn't believe it.
Dashun, why is this happening?
For a moment, the monarch and his ministers were silent.
"King Chuang, are you going to Huguang?"
In a hurry, Liu Zongmin called out the previous address: "I can't go there now, I still have to change my place."
"Even the Ming army could defeat the Manchus, why can't we?"
Li Zicheng raised his head and said, his eyes full of confidence:
"One man is in charge of Tongguan, and no one can open it. Eighteen thousand people are sent to guard it. Let's lead other armies to fight in northern Shaanxi."
"He belongs to Nai. I will behead Wu Sangui."
Wu Sangui in northern Shaanxi was like a fierce dog. His whole family was killed by Li Zicheng. Even for revenge, he had to do his best, let alone prove himself in front of the Manchus.
Compared to the angry Li Zicheng, Liu Zongmin was taught many lessons and was really panicked:
"Your Majesty, it is better to wait for a while. If the Ming army attacks Tongguan, it will be attacked from both sides."
"The Ming army just got lucky. How can they open Tongguan?"
Li Zicheng regained his confidence and once again looked down upon the Ming army: "After Sun Chuanting's defeat, how could the Ming army hold up the important posts?"
"this……"
After thinking for a long time, Liu Zongmin still did not reveal the defeat of Xin'an County.
Just these two days, letters suddenly came from outside the customs.
"Your Majesty, this is written by the fake King Yu."
Liu Zongmin hurriedly took the letter and said.
"Um?"
Li Zicheng was stunned, picked it up and looked at it.
Over the years, he has become roughly literate, otherwise he would not even be able to understand military orders.
There are not many words, about two hundred words.
But the content is very sharp.
"Liu Zongmin, how dare you disobey my military order and leave seclusion on your own initiative."
Li Zicheng said angrily.
"Your Majesty, there is nothing I can do. The sons and daughters are all talking out of their wits. They also think that both sides will be harmed, and they are venting their bad breath for you. Fortunately, they have tested the depth of the Ming army."
Liu Zongmin stretched his neck and argued directly.
Li Zicheng was choked, but he ignored him and said bluntly:
"This Zhu Yixi, in her words, will abandon Luoyang and threaten us not to go south to Hanzhong and Huguang, otherwise we will end up like Duduo."