Zhu Yixi pondered for a moment, suppressed the disgust in his heart, and spoke.
As a later comer, Zhu Yixi's dislike for Wu Sangui comes not only from TV series, but also from novels and history.
Especially when thinking about the history that Wu Sangui sent people to strangle Yongli to death, Zhu Yixi felt a little suffocated.
It can be said that things are judged by their own kind, or it can be said that the butt determines the head.
The impression of regicide remained in his mind for a long time.
But people at that time were different. They didn't know Wu Sangui in history. They just thought that he led troops to avenge his emperor, and they still had great sympathy for him.
Therefore, there were constant voices in the court to appease him, but they were all suppressed by the emperor. Even the former King of Bohai County was just a temptation and had no sincerity.
Wu Sangui obviously saw it too.
However, in order to unify as soon as possible this time, Zhu Yixi could only grit his teeth and said: "Let Wu Sangui be the lord of Jinghou and let him weigh it and see it!"
"Yes!" Wu Bangfu on the side nodded in agreement.
Ever since the Jinyi Guards were established, they have been doing this kind of recruitment, and they have become very familiar with it.
"I already have my eldest son, the only thing missing is the unification of the world!"
Zhu Yixi murmured, looking to the north, and began to feel anxious.
Shanxi and Henan are, after all, too far away, and I don’t know whether the materials and troops can handle them.
The best way is to surrender the Central Plains without a fight, just like in the late Yuan Dynasty.
In this way, after he integrates the world's resources and spends little time, Liaodong will be pacified in two or three years.
Zhu Yixi had thought about it many times, hoping that the army would go all out to destroy the Manchu Qing Dynasty, but finally gave up.
Because the enemy in the north was not only the Manchu Qing Dynasty, but the Junggars and Li Zicheng in the northwest, the Chahar Mongols in the north, and Sun Kewang in the southwest were all his enemies.
If too many elites were lost and their vitality was severely damaged when the Manchu Qing Dynasty was destroyed, it would be difficult to wipe out the world.
Therefore, Wu Sangui's battle-hardened Guan Ning Army is very important. Wu Sangui is guilty, but the soldiers under him were supported by the imperial court's money and food.
Unfortunately, Wu Sangui ignored his sincerity.
After retreating to Jinan, Wu Sangui stopped and gathered all the Eight Banners, Green Camp, and soldiers and horses under his command, about 50,000, and took root under Jinan City to defend it to the death.
In this way, with only 60,000 men, Li Jizu did not head northward carelessly. Instead, he stationed himself at Dongchang Mansion and guarded the canal, waiting for support from the court.
Thirty thousand soldiers and horses from the Beijing camp, accompanied by a large amount of food and baggage, are continuously moving northward along the canal.
The Caobang, who once tightened their belts and lived a life of tight belts, once again burst out with energy and were hired by the imperial court to transport soldiers and supplies.
Therefore, after only waiting for half a month, Li Jizu's troops would exceed 100,000, facing Jinan City directly with the power of Mount Tai.
However, he did not just focus on Jinan City, but continuously sent partial troops to attack other prefectures and cut off Jinan's wings.
Once there is no food support from other governments, Jinan can only be a turtle in the urn.
Li Jizu did not forget about the Confucius Mansion in Yanzhou and directly sent people to respond.
When Wu Sangui left, he did not do anything to deal with Yan Shenggong, or in other words, Yan Shenggong did not need to deal with it.
Whether it was the Ming army or the Qing army, the Confucius Mansion was always there.
Whether it is Emperor Shunzhi, Emperor Shaowu, Duke Yansheng or Duke Yansheng.
Instead of going through all the trouble of transporting Duke Yansheng away, it would be better to let him stay well in Kong's mansion.
No, in the Kong Mansion, the 64th generation Yanshenggong Kong Yinzhi was sitting with his face red.
In his fifties, he was trembling uncontrollably as he weighed the money braid on the back of his head.
In front of him was a group of tribesmen, all of whom looked at him and remained silent.
At this time, his ten-year-old son Kong Xingxie stood straight and serious, watching his father's hands trembling, and the scissors almost stabbed his heart.
"Father, why don't you forget it!"
"Um?"
Kong Yinzhi raised his head, came back to his senses, and widened his eyes: "What do you know? This ugly braid is exactly what the slaves forced on us. It is a great joy to be able to correct it now."
As he said that, he straightened his back and showed a relieved expression: "When I die, I can have some dignity when I see my ancestors."
The clan elders on the side showed a hint of recognition at this moment.
Those mud-legged people still know about beauty and ugliness. They, like the Kong family, face the portraits of their ancestors day and night, and when they look at Yan Shenggong's Wa Liang's forehead, they get angry.
But there was no way, my arms couldn't lift my thighs.
Now that I have the opportunity to change things, it would be great.
Otherwise, his son Kong Xingxie understood his thoughts and said, "Father, please be careful!"
"If we wait for the Manchus to fight back, won't we have to shave our heads?"
As soon as these words came out, Kong Yinzhi immediately stopped moving and showed a hesitant expression.
The arms are raised and lowered.
After a long time, he sighed heavily: "In order to keep our Kong family, we are in a dilemma!"
"Father, you'd better hang yourself!"
At this time, Kong Xingxie's clear voice sounded: "After it is hanged, it will take some time to grow. If the Qing army wins, can't you just add a fake braid?"
"That makes sense!" Kong Yinzhi nodded with a pleased look in his eyes.
Then he swept across the clan elders and snorted coldly.
They just don't want to take responsibility and pretend to be deaf and dumb. It's really disgusting.
Who can understand my thoughts?
"Pa--" With a cruel move, Kong Yinzhi twisted his braids.
In an instant, he seemed to have been relieved of a heavy burden.
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In Datong, Shanxi, generals such as Azig and Hauge looked at the steep city of Datong with livid faces.
Even with the baptism of the red cannon, it was like scratching an itch for Datong.
"There must be a volley of thirty or fifty artillery pieces."
Azig gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "This Datong is harder to fight than Jinzhou."
In order to attack Jinzhou, the Manchu Qing Dynasty mobilized almost all the artillery, more than a hundred, and bombed it continuously for many days, encircling the area for reinforcements, and finally captured Jinzhou.
As for Datong, the Ming army was always harassing and supporting Yanmen Pass. The Qing army's artillery was also insufficient, so it was difficult to break through Datong in a short time.
At this time, Hauge no longer had the unruliness of the past, and he also deeply understood that this was a moment of life and death for the Qing Dynasty, and only joint efforts would do the trick.
"To capture Datong, we must capture Yanmen Pass and Taiyuan."
Hauge raised his head and showed determination: "For Datong, we will do it just like we did for Jinzhou."
"We have too few troops."
Azig also became cautious at this time: "There are only 20,000 people. If we divide the troops, it will be difficult to be effective."