"Now it is a matter of life and death in Manchuria. The whole country should fight. All men under seventy and above fourteen should join the army and join the war!"
Dorgon made the final decision.
The nobles of the Eight Banners who were present all lost their previous squalor and immediately straightened their backs to respond.
As early as last year, Daishan had been supporting for many years and died two years later than in history. He immediately caused huge waves in the Eight Banners.
Because Daishan is the only one with two kings, his prestige among the Eight Banners is second only to Dorgon.
This is also the reason why Dorgon dared to repay his sister-in-law.
"Take Jierhalang as the general of Pingnan, command fifty niulu each of Mongolia and Han, and then lead 30 niulu of Zhenghuang Banner to Phoenix City..."
"Ajige is the general of Dingxi, commanding the Zhenglan Banner and the Zhenghong Banner with thirty cows each, and is stationed in Jinzhou..."
When Dorgon gave the order, Jirharang and Azig naturally did not dare to speak nonsense, so they could only comply.
After these two armies, the Eight Banners were almost empty, with only four flags: plain white, bordered with yellow, bordered with blue, and bordered with red.
Except for the Xianghuang Banner, the other three flags are almost controlled by Dorgon.
From then on, the city of Shengjing immediately became noisy.
The Zhengding in the Eight Banners are mostly armored soldiers, especially cavalry, and most of them have followers. One army can have two armies, and the strength of the army composed of followers cannot be underestimated.
Countless people buy and sell armor on the streets, and there are also many who repair it.
Zu Dashou was basking in the sun in the courtyard. Four of his sons, grandsons and nephews participated in the battle. They were all wearing armor and had slaves following them. They looked very majestic.
Because the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty recruited a large number of surrendered generals when they swept the world, as in history, the organization has not changed over the years, and the number of troops is still 25,000.
Although the Eight Banners of the Han Army have the lowest status, in this era of conquering the world, strength is king. Politically, the Eight Banners of the Han Army have Fan Wencheng, Ning Wanwo, and Hong Chengchou's support, and they are becoming increasingly powerful in the court.
Among the eight banners of the Han army, Shang, Geng, Shi, Li, Tong, Zu, Cai, and Wang are called the "eight surnames of the Han army".
Each of these eight surnames has one person who serves as the commander-in-chief of the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, and has great power.
That's right, Kangxi's uncle, Tong Tulai, was born in the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty and was a messenger for Liaodong's ancestors and businessmen.
“Father (grandfather), I’m going to wait——”
The heroic children and grandchildren bowed to the elderly man and then left majestically.
"Remember, no matter how the war happens, you must protect yourself first."
"yes!"
Several people agreed with a loud voice and left quickly accompanied by their entourage.
In this battle, the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty occupied the main force.
After they left, Zu Dashou let out a long sigh.
His face is covered with age spots, his sparse eyebrows are about to fall off, and his money rat tail is completely white, curled up on the back of his head like a dying snake.
Zu Dashu was seventy-two years old. He had never seen or heard anything.
"It seems that the Qing Dynasty is really coming to an end."
"Grandpa, what is going to end?"
At this time, the young grandson of Zu Zepu, the eldest son, was five or six years old, a time of innocence and innocence.
He waved a small wooden knife and walked over curiously and asked.
"My dear grandson, call your grandpa here."
"oh!"…
Soon, Zu Zepu, who was nearly fifty years old and was doing housework, walked over cautiously, with tiredness written all over his face:
"Dad, what's the matter with you?"
"Fifty Niu Lu went into battle this time. There is no explanation from the palace?"
"Dad, these are soldiers to defend against the enemy. What can the palace say?" Zu Zepu shook his head.
Compared with the Manchu Eight Banners, the most important thing about the Eight Banners Han Army is that it is completely controlled by the imperial power. From the lowest Niu Lu Ezhen to the high-ranking assistants and commanders, they are all personally appointed by the emperor.
Therefore, during the Huang Taiji period, they still trusted the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, and based on this, they worked with the two Yellow Banners to suppress the other five banners.
"Hey, after this battle, once we win, the power of the regent will become more and more powerful, and the emperor will grow older..."
"Dad, the regent fell off his horse. Even if we win, we won't be able to hold on for long."
Zu Zepu shook his head, disapproving of his father's unfounded worries.
"You know nothing!"
Zu Dashou cursed and said directly: "I'm afraid the Qing Dynasty won't last long."
"Ah?" Zu Zepu's face changed suddenly, he looked around for a moment, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. He walked closer and whispered: "Father, what do you say?"
"I have been in constant contact with Akito in the past two years, and you brothers have been complaining. But now that the situation is mysterious and unpredictable, this is a wise move."
Zu Dashou lowered his head and said in a low voice: "This is the same as that."
"The losses in Liaodong were not caused by war, but mostly within the court and the Liao army. Now the Ming Dynasty has regrouped and sent troops again."
"You have to know that since Shao Wu returned the capital to Beijing in the second year of his reign, the Ming court has been preparing for more than three years. If there is no war, it will be done. If it is a war, it will be a thunderous strike."
Zu Zepu closed his eyes for a long time, feeling reluctant and regretful: "Are we really going to die?"
He was extremely reluctant to part with the top family in the Han army.
"Let's see how Liaoxi and Phoenix City do!"
Zu Dashou curled up: "If you win, that's it. You can survive for a few years. If you lose all the way, it's really over..."
"Father, I heard that the road to Phoenix City is Sangui——"
"Don't worry about it, just sit at home."
Zu Dashou shook his head and said nothing.
At this time, outside Phoenix City, the red-coated cannons that had arrived in various ways were aiming at the city wall, calibrating their direction and position.
Wu Sangui was really curious as he watched these people holding rulers and writing pens.
"What are you doing?"
Wu Sangui asked curiously why the artillerymen from the Beijing camp were so different from the past.
"We are measuring the angle and position. Generally speaking, the elevation angle of 40 degrees is the most powerful. Naturally, the position of the artillery must be calculated again and again..."
The artillery commander was very polite and spread knowledge: "In the past, artillery relied on years of experience, and good artillerymen were extremely scarce. Those artillerymen trained by Governor Sun back then were so cheap that the Liaodong Massacre
bad--"
"Today, the artillery troops in the Beijing camp have learned a lot from Xiyi and have achieved great success over the years. General, please rest assured that small towns like this are no problem."
Artillery involves a lot of mathematical knowledge, angles, parabolas, the application of star sights, gunpowder ratios, etc. In the late Ming Dynasty, the West was not only leading in artillery, but also in mathematics.
This is why Xu Guangqi translated "Elements of Geometry". He understood the power of mathematics in combat.
Artillery is a technical branch.
Listening to this, Wu Sangui opened his eyes. The artillery of Jiannu was sharp, and it was not just the artillery.
"Okay, I'll wait for your news. Take your time and don't rush."
For some reason, he was determined.
In the afternoon, the artillery was in position and fired the first calibration shot.