But in fact, from the day Jilharang pointed him out, all aspects of Dorgon's daily life began to be investigated more strictly than before, and even Dodo was not an exception.
Duduo sneered where no one could see him, and said that the two of them were brothers, and that he was the person he trusted the most. In fact, Dorgon only believed in himself.
He would not believe anyone except himself.
After he felt a little better, Dorgon once again made plans to win over the Central Plains. This matter could not end like this.
After his journey through hell, Dorgon understood what he wanted more clearly than before.
He wanted to conquer this land, conquer the people here, leave traces of his Dorgon here, and carve the mark of the Eight Banners here.
Since the last incident where the capital was blocked, Dorgon was no longer obsessed with the capital. He called both Jierhalang and Duduo in front of him and told them his plan.
If you want to continue fighting in the capital for a long time, you must feed war with war. However, this strategy will not work in the north. If you want to obtain long-term food supply, you must go to the south to expand your territory. Of course, you cannot just do it here.
If you leave it like this, someone still needs to stay and guard it.
When Dorgon said this, he looked meaningfully at Jierhalang. Since those Han people were willing to go beyond him and choose to cooperate with Jierhalang, then they would simply leave him here so that they could see clearly.
Who is the person who really speaks the truth about the Eight Banners?
Of course Jierhalang understood Dorgon's thoughts and what he wanted to express in his words just now. Dorgon intended to stay here and drag his troops with him, while Dorgon himself wanted to
Return and lead your troops directly south.
This is just Dorgon's idea, but he is not the kind of person who takes whatever others say, and Dorgon must be aware of this.
Jilharang thought for a moment, raised his head, looked at Dorgon in front of him with burning eyes, and suggested: "In this situation, staying here is just continuing to stalemate, and there is no benefit. So it is indeed a good idea to leave the army and go south.
It’s a good idea, but even if you really want to send your troops south, you should go back and discuss it before choosing who will lead the troops again.”
Dorgon looked at Jierhalang in front of him. Of course he knew what he was thinking, but he must have made it very clear just now. This Jierhalang still made such a suggestion because he did not intend to put himself in the situation.
In your eyes?
Dorgon glanced at him coldly: "Of course I will discuss it carefully, so I won't bother you with this matter."
Seeing that Dorgon was obviously a little annoyed, Jierhalang felt that he should not delve deeper into this matter.
Therefore, although Jierhalang was also the regent, it was very embarrassing for Dorgon to say this to his face, but he was not annoyed and his expression remained calm: "The prince's bravery in leading the troops is of course impeccable, but his health is important.
The prince must first go back and take good care of his health."
Dorgon then relaxed a little: "The king has his own opinion on this matter, and the people who lead the troops will also make good choices."
After the discussion was finalized, Dorgon left tens of thousands of people behind and left it to Jierhalang to act according to the situation near the capital, while he himself withdrew directly with the other people.
He was still in poor health when he left, and he had to cough for a while even after taking a few more steps. Jilharang took Leji and several young generals who volunteered to stay with him to watch the carriage leave.
Jirharang was silent with his hands behind his back, and Leji looked unhappy: "Why should I leave you to clean up the mess after they left? He caused all the trouble himself."
Jilharang glanced at him and said strangely: "You haven't always liked them. Now that they are gone, shouldn't you be happy?"
Leji curled his lips and whispered: "I don't like them, but I don't want you to stay and face the danger. It would be great if we go back and lay the blue flag as soon as possible."
At the end of the sentence, he knew that Jierhalang would not listen to what he said and would be unhappy, so he kept his voice extremely low. Jierhalang really didn't hear clearly.
"Don't worry, we won't be in any danger if they leave. We can still stay and watch the show. This is the real beauty." Jilharang seemed to be optimistic by nature.
Furthermore, he had promised King Zhou to help him after all. At this time, even if Dorgon wanted him to leave, he was unwilling to leave. Why not stay and see if there was any chance to intervene and help King Zhou.
King Zhou had long known that Dorgon was going south, but he didn't react much. He only spoke slowly when Jierhalang asked him what his chances of winning were: "I'm afraid the biggest obstacle to going south is not the imperial court and the vassal state.
king."
Jierhalang was curious: "Oh? What else is there? Is it those Jianghu forces?"
King Zhou sneered: "Those cowards can only fight in their nests. Do you expect them to protect the country? They can only say some high-sounding and beautiful words."
Jirharang felt that at this moment, he and the people across from him, a Manchu regent and a Ming vassal, were sitting together, discussing the issue of protecting the homeland and the country. This scene was inexplicably funny.
"So what do you think is the biggest obstacle to going south?"
"Zhang Xianzhong's Great Western Army." King Zhou replied calmly.
Jierhalang searched for the name in his head: "Zhang Xianzhong, the leader of the peasant uprising who established himself as king in Sichuan? Aren't he and Li Zicheng the same group?"
"Maybe it used to be, but now we have parted ways. You take your Yangguan Road, and I take my single-plank bridge. They have nothing to do with each other. But Zhang Xianzhong must not be underestimated. In the past few years, he has simply been the king of the southern vassal.
nightmare."
Jierhalang looked at King Zhou with a hint of hatred, and couldn't help but ask him: "Is it also your nightmare?"
King Zhou chuckled: "Of course, but maybe this King of Daxi is also deeply impressed by me."
Jierhalang couldn't help but ask him: "How did you preserve your strength under Zhang Xianzhong?"
King Zhou glanced at him, drank a large bowl of water, and then compassionately answered the Manchu Prince Regent's doubts: "It's very simple. There is an old saying from the Central Plains that is very true, money can make ghosts grind.
As long as you are willing to spend money, nothing is impossible."
Jierharang was surprised: "So it's because you gave up money that Zhang Xianzhong returned without success several times?"
King Zhou narrowed his eyes: "Three times, maybe. Those people are reluctant to part with those things outside their bodies, so they are all lying in the soil now. I am different from them."