"That's why. There are so many military orders. How can anyone be willing to tell them? If you like someone, I'll leave it to you."
Jierhalang shook his head: "If this person wants to stay, he cannot follow you into Shanhaiguan. Isn't this the moment countless soldiers have been waiting for in the bloody battlefield? I cannot deprive them of the opportunity to enjoy victory, nor can I bear their resentment.
But I believe that among so many people, there will always be one or two who are willing to stay. If it doesn’t happen naturally, you don’t have to force me to cope with it.”
Dorgon frowned: "Okay, I'll ask you later if you have anything else to do?"
Jierhalang nodded, saluted and prepared to leave. When he walked to the door and raised the curtain, he said without looking back: "I wish Brother Wang a successful start and victory."
Dorgon laughed loudly: "It's really rare to hear you say a good word."
Jierhalang smiled and walked out without saying anything.
Perhaps because of good luck, a young lieutenant actually stayed. It was not because he wanted to stay, but because he sprained his foot and injured his ankle during training a few days ago. The military doctor also said that he should not move around much due to his injury.
, it should be raised for a longer period of time.
It's really helpless to encounter something like this when marching to fight, especially when you are only one step away from victory.
When the others left, they patted the young general's shoulders comfortingly. He had missed a great opportunity, and now he was still left to follow the regent who had no power.
It is a well-known fact that Dorgon dislikes him. Now that he is left with Jierhalang, he may have to follow him back to the court when everyone wins. There will be no need for Dorgon in the days to come.
If you don't see him, then he really has no future.
The young general pursed his lips tightly and looked calm and indifferent on the surface. In fact, everyone could see that his eyes were secretly burning with regret.
After watching Dorgon's army leave, Jierhalang turned around and walked towards his small shabby tent: "Come on, I have something important to discuss with the general."
When they arrived at the tent, Jierhalang motioned for the young general to sit down, poured him a cup of tea, and then said in a leisurely manner: "What's your name? How long have you been here?"
The young general looked a little confused, but he still answered calmly, "My subordinate Naha, I have been in the army for more than three years."
"Three years." There was no emotion or anger in Jierhalang's tone. He didn't know whether he was surprised that Naha could become a deputy general within three years, or because he finally got an opportunity after waiting for three years.
I feel sorry for missing out in vain.
Jierhalang didn't speak, and Naha naturally didn't dare to speak first. Although they always talked about Jierhalang behind their backs, they were worthless, but after all, the other party's identity was the regent, not a little guy like them.
A small lieutenant can afford to offend him.
Even if they are at odds with Dorgon, it is more than enough to crush little ants like them to death.
Jilharang didn't speak for a long time. He had been observing Naha's reaction. "Young general, you are really calm. No wonder your master wants to send you here to find out information. You have been here for three years. You have been here for three years."
Let’s spread the news every year.”
Naha was shocked: "What do you mean by this, Your Majesty? Treason and collaborating with the enemy is a serious crime. You cannot say this nonsense."
Jierhalang smiled and said, "Don't worry, there is no one else around me. Since the young general has the ability to defeat the enemy with a hundred steps, how could he injure his sprained foot during a small training?"
He put the feathered arrow in front of Naduo: "Don't be nervous, little general. I invited you here today just to tell you that you forgot something with me. Just take it back."
Na Duoyi changed his timid and pursed lips before: "There are thousands if not tens of thousands of identical feather arrows in this army. How can the prince be sure that this is mine?"
"Not sure, I'm just waiting for you to come to me. Since you have left me a message, you will definitely find an excuse to stay. I'm just waiting for you."
Jilharang took the arrow and said, "Besides, can you see it clearly, young general? This is not an ordinary feathered arrow in the army. This is a specially made arrow here. There is a circle of dark lines on the arrowhead. How can you not see it?"
Do you know that these are just ordinary feather arrows in the army?"
Naha looked carefully at the scissor in his hand and found a circle of dark lines in an inconspicuous place. He secretly said something to the effect: "General, I just didn't look carefully. It turns out that this is the prince's special arrow."
Jierhalang took a sip of tea: "The dark patterns on the arrows are relatively ancient Manchu characters. Tell me what they mean."
"The general has never studied and cannot read, so he cannot read to the prince."
"Never studied? I can't blame you. Since you can achieve the position of deputy general, you must be a disciple of the Eight Banners, right?"
"Exactly, the last general will be the man with the yellow flag."
Jierharan smiled with unclear meaning: "I am not flattering myself. Even children of several years old among the Eight Banners disciples know what this pattern means. If you have been in the army for three years, you don't even know what my hidden pattern is."
Don’t you even know what it means?”
Naha raised his hand as if admitting defeat: "Your Majesty, please stop asking, I will make you faint. I admit that I was the one who sent you the message that night. I stayed here to find an opportunity to contact you.
, I also made my feet crooked on purpose, but it’s actually not that serious.”
Jilharang stopped smiling: "I know all this, why don't you tell me something I don't know. For example, what does your letter mean, and who is the person behind you."
Naha smiled slyly: "My master said that since he wants to conspire with the regent, of course he has to show some sincerity. Dorgon has always emptied a lot of your rights, as long as you join forces with my prince this time
, not only can you win the game in front of Dorgon, but you may also be able to defeat the opponent."
Jierhalang didn't speak, and tapped the table with his fingers: "What does your master want?"
"North and south are the boundaries, and the territory is divided and governed. The Qing Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty coexist in harmony." Jierhalang sneered. This idea is too naive. There is no room for two tigers in one mountain. How can there be any talk of harmonious coexistence once they enter the customs.
Of course, he would not point it out, and continued to ask with a smile: "Then I have to know the identity of your master. Besides, you have also seen that Dorgon has already led his troops. If everything goes well at this moment, maybe it will be over.
Having entered the Central Plains, your master really made a wrong step by seeking cooperation with me, a prince in name only."
Naha shook his head: "My prince has always judged people very accurately. He said that compared with Dorgon, you are definitely a better ally. Even if he enters the level, the fun has just begun. Who will lose and who will win?"
How accurate is it?"
Jilharang nodded seriously: "That makes sense. You should go back first. I will consider this matter carefully."
When Naha was about to leave, Leji came up with arrows in both hands: "General, please keep your things."