Dorgon looked at the visitor suspiciously. His expression was sincere and he was not lying. He knew that this person was cunning and could not be trusted easily. So he might as well listen and see what gift he brought first.
The little man took a few steps closer and whispered the purpose of his visit.
Dorgon looked at him motionlessly for a long time, and then said, "Even if what you said makes sense, this strategy is not bad. But you have to know that I am already very confident about the Ming Dynasty, and there is almost no possibility of a comeback. Even without your help
No matter what the plan is, I won’t lose anything. It will cost a lot of money and material resources to use your current plan."
But he didn't seem to want to cooperate, and he was not in a hurry. He continued to explain: "The general is brave and good at fighting, and resourceful. The soldiers of the Qing Dynasty are even more courageous and unstoppable. I am just a three-legged cat's plan, and of course it won't do much.
However, my plan will not be fully revealed until you win the battle. That’s why I had to come to you for this plan.”
"Oh? Then tell me, what benefits can I get from cooperating with you?"
"If you cooperate with us, the result of this battle will be more than just a Shanhaiguan. I am confident that the general can capture Kyoto in this battle."
Dorgon narrowed his eyes: "Are you telling the truth?"
"Of course," Dongxu said and bowed deeply. "As for us, the requirements are not high. I hope that after you get the country, you will not forget the support and support we have given you. You can help us when we are in urgent need of supplies.
If you support us even a little bit, we would be very grateful."
Dorgon did not answer him immediately, but pondered for a moment and then said: "Let me think about it, I will reply to you as soon as possible."
After seeing off the Mongolian envoys, Dorgon looked at the strategic map and carefully studied the strategy they just mentioned. He did think that this strategy was feasible, although he didn't know what the Mongols wanted to get from it. This strategy was important to him.
At present, it seems that it is indeed beneficial to him without any harm. It cannot be said that it has no impact at all. The large amount of financial resources required for this move has to be paid for by himself.
Three days later, the two armies faced off. This time it was not as painless as the previous times. After such a long period of observation, they had almost understood each other. Whether it was Wu Sangui or Li Zicheng, they
They all understand that the longer this war drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for them. Their advantage comes precisely from Dorgon's lack of understanding of their two forces, and the longer this war drags on, the less obvious their advantage will be.
On the contrary, the contradictions between the two armies are irreconcilable. This contradiction will have more and more influence on the front as it drags on for longer and longer, and may even eventually lead to the annihilation of their entire army.
Seeing this situation, they could no longer sit still and wait for death. The two finally began to solve the serious disputes between the soldiers and began to seriously discuss the issue of cooperation. But how could two people with evil intentions cooperate together without prejudice?
?They have no trust in each other at all. Maybe this is doomed to their failure.
In February, more than half a year had passed since they set off for the war. Neither side seemed to have gained much, but anyone with a little bit of discernment could see that there was no longer any suspense in this war.
At this time, Zhang Xianzhong, who was far away in Hanzhong, had already heard the news about Li Zicheng and Wu Sangui's confrontation with Dorgon in Shanhaiguan. In this war, he was also not optimistic about the alliance between Li Zicheng and Wu Sangui, knowing that they would lose sooner or later.
He went all the way south without choosing to join up with either side. He had killed or captured many Tibetan kings along the way.
Along the way, gods killed gods, and Buddhas killed Buddhas. All magistrates and magistrates, big and small, either surrendered or were killed. But they didn't expect that they suffered a big loss in this small Hanzhong. After staying for several months, they were unable to continue.
Take one step forward.
King Rui of Hanzhong was a sick man. Even the children in Hanzhong knew this. It was precisely because he was born with the disease that the imperial doctor diagnosed him and said he would not live long. The late emperor felt sorry for him and kept using precious medicinal materials.
I extended his life, but I didn't expect that this extension would last for more than ten years.
When he was still underage, he was sealed to Hanzhong, a place with abundant water and grass, to recuperate his health. He was also granted the title of King Rui in order to hope that he would be healthy and live a long life. If you think about it, he was a few years younger than Emperor Chongzhen.
He is his younger brother who is very close to him. He is also the one who is closer to the authentic royal family.
Zhang Xianzhong originally thought that to defeat such a sick man, he would only need a few days to scare him. Unexpectedly, he was frightened, and the other party's attitude towards him was also good.
But this Hanzhong Mansion seemed to have the power of an iron barrel. No matter whether he wanted to attack by force or outsmart him, he never made any progress. Although he looked weak and could be blown down by a gust of wind, when he spoke, he seemed to have a coercive force.
He felt that Prince Rui was not as simple as he seemed on the surface, and he always wanted to touch his base. However, the defense of Prince Rui's Mansion was monolithic, making it impossible for him to start.
Several times he tried to send people to assassinate him, but all failed. Not only that, but several times he almost died at the hands of the sick prince. After learning that Prince Rui was an unfathomable person, Zhang Xianzhong had the intention of changing his path elsewhere.
.It’s just that in the past few days, he has been unable to understand the attitude of King Rui.
He looks like a frail scholar. He always wears plain white clothes and treats others in a friendly and polite manner. It is impossible to tell that he has the airs of a prince. In addition, he has been frail and sick all year round and his face is pale.
After a few words, I was worried that he would suddenly faint.
He usually just recites poems and composes, practices calligraphy, and draws a few paintings. There are many literati like him in the house, and he has to bow three times in front of others. He looks exactly like a
A hermit with no desires and pursuits, living a life of his own paradise.
But let me ask, which outsider would raise a bunch of skilled assassins? And which outsider would design his mansion to be like a maze?
He couldn't see through King Rui, but he vaguely felt danger after several confrontations with him. He didn't want to give up this good place in Hanzhong, but he didn't want to invest most of his wealth in this place.
.Like a piece of chicken rib, it is tasteless when eaten, and it is a pity to throw it away.
After all, in an era of frequent wars, the most scarce thing was food and grass. Therefore, during this period of time, he had been trying to cooperate with King Rui in order to obtain sufficient food and grass at the minimum cost.
The sick prince he was talking about was sleeping on a reclining chair holding the heater. The servants around him were afraid that he would be uncomfortable when he woke up from sleeping like this, but they also couldn't bear to wake him up.
Ever since Zhang Xianzhong came to Hanzhong to cause trouble, the prince has not had a good rest for a long time. He is not in good health, how can he bear such a torment!