"Your Majesty actually thought of a good idea, and used the opportunity to suppress bandits to let the Confucius Mansion raise troops."
Fang Yichen shook his head and smiled.
Wu Sangui didn't take it seriously, but showed a hint of distress: "Jining City was robbed once, and it hasn't been recouped yet."
However, Fang Yichen showed a profound smile, picked up the Di newspaper and shook it: "The Di newspaper said that Shanyang City was destroyed. It seems that the Eight Banners are really invincible."
"This happened a few days ago."
Wu Sangui curled his lips and said: "I heard that Hauge also made a sneak attack on Yangzhou, but he returned without success."
"This time, Emperor Ming was offended. He no longer stayed in Yangzhou, but went directly to the front line."
"Field battle?"
There was a hint of worry in Fang Yichen's eyes, and there was also some doubt: "Even if our Guan Ning Army conducts serious field battles, we may not necessarily win the Eight Banners. Is the Ming court so confident?"
As he spoke, he took a few steps and looked at Wu Sangui: "Didn't the prince miss the decisive battle? A good opportunity to make great achievements?"
"The soldiers and horses are about the same. They probably want me to leave."
Wu Sangui sighed: "Ten birds in the forest are not as good as one in the hand. Shandong is also very good."
After saying that, he stood up and showed a smile: "Emperor Shaowu sent a messenger to give me a reward!"
Looking at the white garden, Wu Sangui hugged the fur and said loudly: "Prince of Bohai County, Governor of the Left, Shaobao, what a great official position."
"Before, the most he could do was be a marquis, and he didn't even bother to talk much."
Fang Yichen felt a gust of cold wind, exhaled, and trembled: "Only when your life is at risk can you give up on MG."
"I didn't accept-"
Wu Sangui mused: "When the victory in the north is huge, it is impossible for me to turn the horse's head."
As he spoke, he sighed: "Besides, the only person who is kind to me is Emperor Chongzhen. This Emperor Shaowu is a mean and ungrateful master, and I have never been familiar with him."
Fang Yichen had a lot of thoughts, but the thought of restoring the country that emerged in his heart was finally suppressed by reality, and he said:
"This is a wise choice."
Looking at Wu Sangui's burly figure and the great rivers and mountains outside the window, Fang Yichen hesitated: "But, if the south wins, I'm afraid there won't be much room for turning around..."
"Then there is only one way to reach the end. Three hundred years of the Ming Dynasty are already long enough..."
Wu Sangui drawled his voice with a trace of nostalgia in his tone.
The Wu family has been a general for generations, so what’s the use of being reluctant to give up? It’s hard to go against God’s will!
…
It was the tenth day of the first lunar month in the first year of Shaowu.
The weather turned sunny to cloudy, the cold wind howled, and the extra snow was thick and unbearable, making the Great River Guard Fort seem to be wearing a white hat.
The mountains and plains are all white, and the rugged hills in the distance are covered in silver, which is particularly enchanting.
Almost under your nose, the canal is completely integrated with the earth, and is almost indistinguishable except for the outline of the bank.
When the sun was high in the sky, the Qing army, which had been on the road for a long time, came in a huge force.
The cavalry wrapped in cotton armor were in high spirits, the heavy armored infantry held their heads high, and the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty were full of energy.
The Mengba Banners, on the other hand, were hungry and moved frequently on their war horses. This environment was the one they were most familiar with, and they could no longer restrain their thoughts of plundering.
Obviously, before leaving, Jierhalang gave them a lot of blood.
"The morale of the Qing army is high!"
Zhu Yixi stood on the city wall, breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the telescope, looked at it for a long time, and then spoke.
"Your Majesty, the morale of the Qing army is high, and ours is not bad either."
Li Jingwu rubbed his right leg and argued.
"Why, is it the wind blowing?"
Glancing sideways at his movements, the emperor couldn't help but said: "Wear more knee pads, otherwise there will be many sequelae."
Guxun
"If His Majesty hadn't saved me back then, I would have met the King of Hell long ago."
Li Jingwu sighed with emotion: "I still remember that it was the 16th year of Chongzhen, and you had just taken charge of the General Medical Department of the army."
"Nearly five years have passed, and now is the first year of Shaowu."
The emperor also sighed, and time flew by in the blink of an eye.
The sixteenth and seventeenth years of Chongzhen, the first year of Hongguang, the second year, plus the first year of Shaowu, wouldn't it be five years?
The handsome young man who was twenty years old back then is now the emperor who is twenty-five years old. Who would have thought of this?
However, although many things have changed, Hongguang is probably the one who has benefited the most!
Not only did he become emperor for one more year, but he also lived to this day.
Three to five miles away from Dahewei Fort, the Qing army set up a military camp. It was so densely packed that everything except white was the Qing army. It was extremely exaggerated.
"There is no green camp!"
The emperor looked at the flags and troops all over the mountains and made a tour: "It seems that these are almost all the soldiers and horses heading south."
"It's also possible that the slaves didn't trust the Han people."
Zhao Guangyuan spoke at the right moment.
"Yes, this is also possible."
At this time, Jierhalang also squinted his eyes and looked at the fortress in front of him.
Just like the previous Shanyang City, it was uneven and its form was very different from that of the Central Plains. The city was taller, and water was poured on it. There was a layer of ice on the surface of the city wall, making it several times more difficult to attack the city.
Even if the trench is filled with snow, it is still as deep as a canal.
On it, if you look carefully, you will see that there are a lot more muzzles, French cannons, and even red artillery must be complete.
"If we capture this city, it will take at least half a month!"
Luckard took a deep breath and said in surprise.
"The gunpowder we finally obtained is exhausted, and I'm afraid we won't be able to capture the general."
Hauge couldn't help but let out a breath.
"However, the puppet emperor's intention to go north was definitely not to defend the city."
"This kind of ice and snow is most suitable for our Eight Banners."
Jierhalang was also full of confidence: "The false emperors do not overestimate their own capabilities, and we will help them."
That night, after setting up camp, the Ming army sent a disturbing team, which greatly disturbed the Qing army's dream.
In the middle of the night, many Ming military camps were shot with arrows, and they were filled with letters.
Thanks to the establishment of military schools, the literacy rate among the Ming army was quite high, and many people could recognize it.
"Emperor Hongguang is actually the lord of the Ming Dynasty. The false emperor Zhu Yixi has ulterior motives to usurp the throne. If he abandons the dark side and joins the bright side, let's forget about it..."
"Prince Zhu Cixi is still in the palace. This time the Qing Dynasty was ordered to help suppress the rebellious Zhu Yixi..."
"Zhu Yixi is a tyrant, not a member of the clan, and is actually a fake and ambitious person. We must never fall into the hands of such a foreigner..."
Documents fell into the military camp one after another.
When the patrol saw it, they immediately confiscated everything, and no one was allowed to hide it privately to disturb the morale of the army.
This kind of news also reached Zhu Yixi's ears, and he said disdainfully:
"It's a heretic. If you want to confuse people's minds, you have to make up something good. If you keep repeating it over and over again, who can believe it?"
Zhu Yixi dismissed this.
The establishment of the military academy was not only for literacy, but also specifically for controlling the morale of the military and mastering public opinion in the military.
Just a few words from these teachers are enough to overturn such rumors.
However, although this Manchu trick is old-fashioned, it is practical.