Taking advantage of the turmoil in his heart, Jin Yiwei also got into this gap and connected them on a large scale.
He even shouted openly that the person who dedicated the city was Feng Bo.
This is a Spyker. Even though it is a Spyker reduced to a baron, it is still extraordinary.
Such blatant behavior immediately made the Manchu nobles feel uneasy.
"Prince Regent, the Han army can no longer be trusted. The Mongolian army is also disloyal and has fled a lot recently."
Gang Lin came panting, and when he saw the pale Dorgon, he couldn't help but confide: "There are one hundred and seventeen Niulu in the Mengba Banner. After excluding the dead and wounded, nearly thirty have escaped now, and only thirty-seven remain."
A great record."
"How much does the Eight Banners return?"
Dorgon was silent for a moment and then asked.
Gang Lin understood that this refers to the Eight Banners of Manchuria.
"After some recruitment at the beginning of the year, the Eight Banners Manchuria returned to 309 Niulu. Now, excluding the 30 Niulu in Wula, Jilin, Shengjing Yingcheng and Guangning, there are only 50 in Manchuria, and half of them
Ninety-seven, if the incomplete Niulu combination is used, we should be able to make up to thirty."
"In other words, there were only two hundred from the three hundred at the beginning of the year?"
Dorgon was so angry that an abnormal blush suddenly appeared on his face.
Obviously, all three armies were defeated. Although the Eight Banners of Manchuria, the core group, only accounted for 30 to 40% of their troops, they still suffered heavy losses.
Suddenly 30% of the main force was gone.
The Eight Banners of Manchuria had a full complement of 300 men, and they were genuine. In less than two months, they had laid down nearly 30,000 young men.
If a few more people die, Manchuria will cease to be popular.
This is a new batch of soldiers and horses, representing almost 80% of Manchuria's young and strong men.
Although it's not enough to break your spine, it's not far off.
Without decades of reproduction, there would be no recovery at all.
Not to mention the Mengba Banner, seven or seven hundred and eighty-eight soldiers left directly, leaving only six or seven thousand people.
After calming down, Dorgon finally asked: "How many Han troops are left?"
"There were originally one hundred and twenty-nine Niulu, but now that they have fled back to Beijing, there are only sixty-three Niulu left. More than half of them have been lost, their vitality has been severely damaged, and they can no longer be used."
Dorgon closed his eyes and didn't react for a long time.
Ganglin was confused, but didn't dare to disturb.
"Let the cabinet come in!"
In a word, four bachelors, including Fan Wencheng, Qi Chongge, Ning Wanwo, and Hong Chengchou, who had been waiting for a long time, walked in with serious faces.
"Can Shengjing still defend it?"
Dorgon met several people, felt unwilling, and finally asked.
"Reporting back to the regent, people are in panic. It's not that the city is not strong, but it's actually that people are unsettled."
Fan Wencheng suppressed his annoyance and said in a deep voice, as if he had exhausted all his strength.
"Moreover, our army is not good at defending the city. If we try our best, even if we can secure Shengjing, the nation will be greatly depleted and the gain will not be worth the loss."
"That makes sense." Dorgon nodded, with a smile on his weak face.
Next to me, Ning Wanwo, his eyes were filled with regret and his ambition was unfulfilled.
Hong Chengchou, on the other hand, was filled with grief and anger.
It took several years to finally climb to the top, and you haven't even enjoyed the power for a few days. Are you telling me that the Qing Dynasty is about to die?
Then won’t the reputation of my two ministers never be cleansed? Will it be hung in the history books?
Thinking of this, his eyes couldn't help but turn red.
Dorgon saw the appearance of several people, especially Hong Chengchou, who was so depressed, and sighed in his heart, after all, he had been inspired, and my hard work over the years was not in vain.
It's just that it's too late.
When he reached this situation, he braced himself up and said: "Liaodong is a bitter and cold place. Even if the Ming army holds it, it will not last long."
"I have planned a retreat long ago. Jilin City is the city. Just like Nanjing in the Ming Dynasty, it can be used as a place for the emperor to hunt in the north."
"When the situation becomes clear, the army will take over and regain its homeland."
These words made several people look excited, as if they were words of wisdom.
However, including Hong Chengchou and others, they all understood that although Jilin was still relatively prosperous and was, after all, a city under the jurisdiction of the Haixi Jurchens, it was quite different from Liaodong.
Not to mention the population, Fushun's coal, iron and Shenyang's craftsmen cannot even be matched by others.
However, as the fallback path has been preserved for a long time, where do they have any choice now?
Although Shengjing looks like it is in the end of the world now, in fact the Ming army is still some way off from this.
After the defeat of Hauge Taipingbao, they retreated to Liaoyang; after the defeat of Jierhalang Phoenix City, they retreated to Fengjibao.
As for Azige, he held on to Guangning and did not dare to slack off in the slightest.
According to optimistic estimates by Fan Wencheng and others, due to logistical and city obstacles, Shengjing still had ten days to retreat calmly even though the distance was only two to three hundred miles.
"Withdraw!"
Dorgon waved his hand: "Let the emperor evacuate first with all the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, as well as the family members of the Eight Banners."
"By the way, those craftsmen must not be left behind. This is the foundation for our future comeback."
In fact, the families of the Eight Banners and the families of the hundreds of officials had already secretly retreated to Kaiyuan City in the north, using the banner of visiting friends and hunting.
Nowadays, most of the people in Shengjing City are refugees who have poured in from all over the country, and they are the main force in the retreat.
The imperial driver slowly drove away from Shengjing City. Through the gaps, he could even see the simple city walls of Shengjing, which seemed a little desolate.
It feels like the light rain is hazy, and the tracks on the ground are deep, as if it has gone through a lot of rolling.
The shaking carriage made Shunzhi unable to feel at ease.
I especially remember that the last time he left Shengjing, although he still remembered things, his face was full of joy; now that he came again, he was extremely miserable.
Beishou, what a nice name.
If it was during the period of great power of the dynasty, it represented the supreme glory of the king, who was patrolling the world; but if it was at this time, it was synonymous with escape.
"Mother, does the Qing Dynasty have an emperor as miserable as me?"
Shunzhi came back to his senses in despair, and held Da Yu'er's hand tightly, feeling a touch of warmth.
"Back then, Grandpa Taizu was fleeing everywhere and was even more miserable than you. In the end, didn't he still conquer the country with thirteen pairs of armors?"
Da Yuer enlightened.
Shunzhi nodded.
It was only then that he realized that the establishment of the Qing Dynasty was only thirty-eight years old and had only gone through three generations of monarchs.
He may be the last one.
The number of people who accompanied Yu Jia's departure exceeded 30,000, which can be described as a huge force and almost evacuated the entire Shengjing.
At this time, order was almost completely lost and everyone was running for their lives.
To the north, to the north.
Only Dorgon stayed, and there were more than 10,000 Eight Banners soldiers beside him. These were the soldiers and horses he was preparing to support Hauge, Azig, and Jilhalang.
At the beginning of June, the first person who could not hold on was Jierhalang. He eagerly led his remaining soldiers to Shengjing without any intention to fight.
Dorgon did not trust him, so he intercepted the army and asked him to retreat north.
Azig also retreated from Guangning and took over the task of defending the city.
However, less than two days after Dorgon evacuated, he left an empty city behind, making Hauge look livid.
The person behind the palace covering was the grumpy Hauge.