Jonathan laughed: "You really drank too much. If killing him directly is feasible, your Hongmen Banquet can solve the problem."
Today's problems can no longer be solved by killing one or two people. In the late Ming Dynasty, there were many vassal kings, and one move affected the whole body. If you kill one, others will jump out immediately.
Furthermore, if the tens of thousands of people they brought were leaderless and massacred in all directions, Lin Chong would not be able to control them. He would only have a few thousand people in his hands.
In Bazhou City, Li Zicheng and Wu Sangui jointly guided the three battalions to pursue and attack Dorgon's tribe. Originally, the manpower of the two sides was about the same.
As a result, after the three major battalions joined the battle, the situation changed fundamentally. The Ming Dynasty had a complete advantage in terms of combat effectiveness and numbers.
Jierhalang and Dorgon had traveled a long distance to begin with, and could not reach the three major battalions well-prepared. In this case, they had to temporarily avoid the danger and withdraw from Bazhou.
Dorgon's face was ashen and he said nothing. He vomited blood several times where no one could see him, and his temper became more and more suspicious and unstable. Even Duoduo did not dare to contradict him casually.
Jilharang opened the curtain and saw Dorgon leaning on the table and coughing violently. He quickly stepped forward to support the shaky regent, who seemed to have lost weight to only a handful of bones.
Dorgon felt someone come in to help him, and turned around in shock and anger to glare at the person. When he saw it was Jierharang, his eyes widened even more, and he pushed Jierhalang away and used his fingers to
She pointed at him tremblingly and yelled: "I know, it's all you. You did it on purpose. You deliberately colluded with those Han people to harm me, right?"
Jierhalang frowned: "What's wrong with you? Do you want someone to come and take a look at your body? I'll call someone for you."
Dorgon rushed over and grabbed him: "Let me tell you, even if I die, it won't be your turn to have the final say. Don't think that I can't see through these tricks of yours. You are just delaying time on purpose! No,
I want to go out, I want to fight into the city."
Jilharang stopped him with a look of disbelief: "Calm down Dorgon, do you know what you are talking about? Are you still the Dorgon I know? Do you know what it will be like to confront the Han people now?
In the end, do you want these disciples to die with you?"
Dorgon was stunned for a moment, looked at him in confusion, and stretched out his hands. These were no longer the hands full of power and absolute power. They were the hands of an old man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life.
Dorgon put down his hand dejectedly, as if he had aged more than ten years: "I understand, you go, withdraw, we lost."
Jierhalang held his shoulders: "No, we have entered Shanhaiguan, and we have even approached the capital of the Ming Dynasty. We have not lost, and we will not lose. Victory is only a matter of time."
Dorgon nodded heavily: "It's up to you. I'm tired and I want to rest."
Jierhalang stared at him silently, but Dorgon looked as if he was an old man, and Jierhalang could not tell anything from his back.
After leaving the king's tent, he felt very heavy. When Dodo passed by him, he rarely greeted him with a low eyebrow, but he didn't notice it and hurried back to his tent.
Duduo showed an unknown smile behind him, and then walked towards Dorgon's camp.
Dorgon was lying on the couch with his eyes wide open. When he saw Duduo coming in, he opened his mouth a few times and slowly sat up. Duduo quickly went to help him: "What's the matter? Brother Wang, I just saw Jierha
Lang walked out of your place looking pretty good, why is your condition so serious?"
Dorgon glanced outside with a complicated expression and said in a hoarse voice, "Why are you here?"
Duduo poured a glass of water for him: "Drink some water first, I'll come over to see you. Anyway, Ji'erhalang is in charge in the military camp recently, and everyone believes in him. I don't have anything to do, so I came over to spend more time with you."
Just stay with your brother."
Dorgon looked gloomy: "Did he not let you intervene?"
Duduo shook his head quickly, with a harmless smile on his round face: "That's not the case. I am clumsy and can't do anything. Many of my previous military exploits were attributed to Jierhalang. He can't see it.
You should have sex with me. Just take a good rest and don't worry about these things."
Dorgon's expression became even worse: "Is Jilharang already thinking about seizing power before I'm dead? I knew this kid was not well-intentioned, but it's a pity that I didn't listen to you and be more careful about him before."
Duduo looked down at Dorgon's gloomy face and felt relieved. Whether it was Dorgon or Jierhalang, their era had long passed.
Soon, it will be Duduo who will live here.
Jilharang sighed heavily after returning: "I'm afraid Dorgon's situation won't last forever. If he loses this battle, he won't be able to wait for the next one."
Leji came over with hot tea, filled a large bowl for him, and served the hot food one by one: "Sir, why don't we go back? I saw the regent today, and his face was ashen. I
It doesn’t look like he’s sick at all.”
Jilharang came back to his senses and looked at him with big eyes: "What do you mean?"
Leji whispered: "This is how Mr. Jung died of illness a few years ago. He coughed up blood at first and his complexion was not good. Mr. Jung, you also know that he is such a kind person on weekdays, but in the end he fell ill.
Yue had a very bad temper and beat several servants to death and drove many of them out. At that time, everyone in the mansion was extremely nervous."
Jilharang frowned: "I don't care what other people say, but don't imitate those ignorant people and talk nonsense, or they will arrest you and actually cut out your tongue."
Leji quickly covered his mouth, but after a while he still couldn't help it: "The old man died not long after he fell ill. Many people said he was poisoned. Sir, let's go back."
Jilharang pressed his forehead tiredly: "What do you want to say?"
Just as Legi was about to continue his persuasion, hearty laughter came from outside. Legi rolled his eyes angrily: "This person must have done it on purpose. He came just in time for dinner."
King Zhou walked in and sat down. He knocked on the table and asked for a pair of bowls and chopsticks for himself.
Le Ji didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but King Zhou squinted his eyes and made a motion of cutting out his tongue. Le Ji unhappily went to get an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks, put them down with a rude "bang" and ran away.
King Zhou touched his chin: "He has learned to be smart, but am I that scary?"
Jilharang shook his head in a funny way: "Stop teasing him. Leji is timid. Tell me what's wrong."