This place was originally the residence of the tax eunuchs of Chaoguan. It looked low-key on the outside, but was actually very luxurious on the inside. At this time, it became the residence of the Marquis of Zhennan, the governor of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and the governor of the right wing of the imperial camp, Wang Xiang.
Tu Guobao met Wang Chuangzi for the first time. He had had several contacts with Huang Chuangzi. When he first met Wang Xiang, he thought that Wang Chuangzi was the resurrected Huang Chuangzi.
The figure, appearance, and even the attire are very similar.
He murmured in his heart, didn't he say that Wang Xiang was just the adopted son of Huang Degong? Why did he look like an illegitimate son?
"What are Tujunmen thinking?"
Wang Chuangzi sat there and asked.
There is a charcoal stove burning in the house, snowflakes are falling outside, but the house is as warm as spring.
Wang Xiang's words awakened Tu Guobao, and he quickly calmed down and bowed respectfully to Wang Xiang, "I have worked with King Jingnan before and had many contacts. When I came in and saw the Marquis, I thought it was King Jingnan who was resurrected, so for a moment
I was lost in thought, very rude, sorry."
"The prince and I do have some similarities. Please sit down, Junmen."
Apart from the Prime Minister, there was only one staff scribe in the room.
Tu Guobao only brought his deputy general Cao Hu and general Yang Guohai with him.
"You said you wanted to see me, what's the matter?"
Tu Guobao looked at the staff member.
"It doesn't matter, this is my confidant and our military advisor. If you have anything to say, speak directly." Wang Chuangzi said.
Before coming, Tu Guobao had a lot to say, but now he suddenly didn't know what to say. He originally planned to use the imminent arrival of troops from Zhejiang Province to persuade the Ming army to retreat and relieve the siege, but he suddenly figured it out just now.
Li Yuchun, Zheng Jiwu and others in western Zhejiang were afraid that they were actually Yan Wogong's group, so their arrival might be what the Ming army was looking forward to.
"Actually, I have a good relationship with Mr. Yan."
Wang Chuangzi ignored him.
Tu Guobao hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and continued, "In the Battle of Zhenjiang, I followed the instructions of strict management and blocked the way for Bashan Chen Jin and others to break out. I cooperated with the imperial camp to annihilate the 2,500 Eight Banners stationed in Jiangning."
As soon as these words came out, both Cao Hu and Yang Guohai changed their expressions.
"Hahaha!"
Wang Chuangzi laughed loudly.
"The Tujunmen are great."
Tu Guobao was determined at this time and simply gave up, "Actually, I have a close relationship with Duke Yan, and I have even had contacts with His Highness the Nine Kings for a long time. I redeemed Suzhou City three times."
"I know this too." Wang Chuangzi looked directly at Tu Guobao, "What is the purpose of Tujunmen telling me these things today?"
Tu Guobao also looked directly into Wang Chuangzi's eyes, "I know that Songjiang Magistrate Yan Gong, Zhejiang Governor Li Yuchun, Admiral Zheng Jiwu, etc. are all people of Yan Gong, and I know that they all secretly respect the Ming Dynasty. Yan Jing
We are now in Jiangning, and we are moving troops from Songhang and Hangzhou northward to Su. The actual purpose is to destroy the 7,000 and 8,000 garrisoned in the south of the Yangtze River."
Wang Chuangzi asked, "What then?"
Seeing how calm he was, Tu Guobao realized more and more that he had guessed correctly. While he was shocked, he also felt extremely sad.
Caught in the middle, I am no longer a human being inside and out.
Who in Jiangnan is not transparent?
Rubbing his hands, Tu Guobao said helplessly, "I am with Mr. Yan, and I have always had a good relationship with the Nine Kings."
"I know."
Wang Chuangzi stood up and poured a cup of tea for Tu Guobao, "Otherwise, do you think I will continue to surround Suzhou without fighting? You really think that your 10,000 mob, plus 1,800 Tatar soldiers, can scare me.
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The king looked directly at the national treasure.
Tu Guobao felt hot all over and his back was sweating.
Now he is in a very passive situation and is in a dilemma.
The best way before him was to surrender to the Ming Dynasty, but he was unwilling to do so. In other words, although the Ming army was powerful at the moment, Tu Guobao did not think that the Ming army could be revived. He still felt that the Qing army was powerful.
Still above the Ming army.
Even if the seven thousand and eight banners in Jiangnan are destroyed, and even if Yan Wo Gong Zheng Jiwu and others are enlightened, it will not matter to the overall situation.
Moreover, he does not think that he will have any better future and status after the Ming Dynasty.
For example, people like Liu Liangzuo, Wu Shengzhao, Li Chengdong, Yang Chengzu, and Zhang Guozhu are now in a rather awkward position after the Ming Dynasty. Although their official ranks are not low, they cannot continue to lead a town alone.
But if Ming doesn't come, there will be no room for change.
If, as he expected, the Qing troops in Songhang and Hangzhou had been secretly aware of the situation as long ago as Yan Wogong, then their arrival to the north would be the day the Qing troops in Suzhou were destroyed.
When his national treasure arrives, he will have no chance to swing back and forth.
Thinking of this, big beads of sweat could not help but flow down from his forehead.
"Tujunmen, are you distracted again?" Wang Chuangzi laughed.
The Prime Minister also knew Tu Guobao quite well. He was a private salt dealer, and later he became a thief in Taihu Lake. He was recruited by Hong Chengchou to join the army. He fought for many years and was considered to be quite successful. He was then recruited by Hong Chengchou, who surrendered to the Qing Dynasty, and transformed into the Qing Dynasty.
The army then marched southward and gained a bad reputation in Jiangning.
He had hunted and killed many anti-Qing martyrs, and he was even more greedy and plundered the people.
But this person, he is not loyal to the Ming Dynasty, nor is he loyal to the Qing Dynasty. He is a selfish and greedy person. After he lost Suzhou, he accepted the proposal of Lord Yan to redeem the city from the Ming army.
, he had been disloyal to the Qing court for a long time.
A series of actions he did were just to maintain his status.
There are many people like this in troubled times, and they are just like the people who fall into the wind.
But his position is more important.
During the Ming Army's Northern Expedition, although the Ming Army captured Suzhou three times, Tu Guobao still wanted to maintain his position as governor of Jiangning and worked hard to maintain it.
But now, the situation is very different.
The Emperor of Ming Dynasty personally besieged Jiangning City, and he knew that Duke Yan was transparent, and might even be a high-level spy sent by Emperor Ming to infiltrate the Qing court. Jiangning was a huge bait.
The same is true for Songjiang and Green Camp in Hangzhou.
Now it is impossible for Suzhou to maintain the same situation as before.
He must stand aside.
"I wish to return to the Ming Dynasty anyway!"
It took a long time before Tu Guobao finally uttered these words, almost through gritted teeth.
When there was no way out, he finally chose the path that was most beneficial to him.
This is an exquisite egoist, and any loyalty is bullshit.
In the past, it was just that there were not enough chips for betrayal.
When there was no way to retreat now, he finally surrendered.
Tu Guobao stood up and knelt down to Wang Chuangzi.
Generals Cao Hu and Yang Guohai hesitated, but in the end they gritted their teeth and stood up, kneeling down together. Their relationship with Tu Guobao was not a simple superior-subordinate relationship, but close confidants and partners for many years, sharing the same interests.
Wang Chuangzi just watched calmly.
After a long time, he turned to look at the master next to him.
"Deputy Constitution?"
The Imperial Guard is Shen Wenzhong's part-time job. His official position is the left deputy Imperial Censor of the Imperial Palace. He was originally a member of the Imperial Council and a close confidant of the Emperor. In terms of power, he was even above the Admiral and the Prime Minister.
Tu Guobao and the other three looked at the scribe in surprise.
"Let me introduce to you, this is Shen Fuxian, the right deputy of the Ming Dynasty, the censor of the capital, the military supervisor of the imperial camp, and the right wing of the imperial camp."
"Shen Wenzhong." Shen Wenzhong stood up and held his hands.
Tu Guobao hurriedly said, "Please forgive me for being blind and unable to recognize Mount Tai."
When they met again, Tu Guobao also risked his life and expressed that he was willing to do whatever it took. In order to prove his sincerity, he also offered to serve as an internal response, open the city and lead the Ming army into the city, and together they would annihilate the 1,800 Tatars in Suzhou.
Prime Minister Wang said nothing, and Shen Wenzhong just smiled.
Tu Guobao gritted his teeth and said, "The last general can find an opportunity to lure Kangkara and other Tartar generals to our office for military discussion, then capture and kill them, then raid the city, annihilate them all, and then hand over Suzhou City." The Marquis and the Vice-President."
Shen Wenzhong finally spoke.
"Not urgent."
Tu Guobao asked, "Sir Vice-President, do you want to wait until Songhang's troops arrive before taking action?"
"We'll talk about this later."
Shen Wenzhong pulled Tu Guobao up, poured him tea, and then talked to him about the current situation in Suzhou City, including the grain and grass reserves, the number of armors, the number of guns and cannons, the amount of gunpowder, the number of residents in the city, the amount of grain in the hands of the people, etc. .
He also asked him about the specific situation of the 5,000 Fubiao and 5,000 water camps, from personnel to equipment, from training to deployment, and also asked about the defense situation of the city, the combat effectiveness of the 1,000 Tatar soldiers, etc.
No matter how small or small it is.
Tu Guobao could only answer patiently.
Shen Wenzhong recorded everything.
After half a day, Tu Guobao felt like a little girl who had been stripped naked, standing among seven or eight strong men, and felt that she had no sense of security.
Shen Wenzhong closed the book with great satisfaction.
"What Mr. Tu said is basically consistent with the situation I have learned. There is not much difference."
These words made Tu Guobao feel his anus tighten.
Next, Shen Wenzhong talked about business with Tu Guobao and told him that he was not in a hurry to raise the banner of "anyway" for the time being.
When to take action and how to take action are all decided by this side.
Of course, that doesn’t mean they should do nothing.
Shen Wenzhong explained a few things that must be done immediately.
The first is to hand over hostages and quietly send some nephews or family members of Suzhou officers to the Ming camp. Of course, the public reason is to provide protection or to use loyal children.
The second is to ask Suzhou to quietly let some Ming troops enter the city, disguise themselves as green camps, and garrison them at the city gates of Suzhou and other key places.
Next there are some requirements.
The overall point is to maintain the current situation for the time being and not to alert others.
Tu Guobao gritted his teeth and agreed, saying there was no problem.
Taking advantage of the cover of darkness at night, there is no problem at all in letting one or two hundred Ming troops enter the city at a time. They can definitely hide it from the Tatars. One or two hundred today, one or two hundred tomorrow, or even thousands of people can come in then. of.
The Tatars now mainly guard the inner city and only send some people to supervise the outer city. As long as they change their robes, they will not be able to recognize him.
This is to raise those 1,800 Tartars like pigs.
It’s not that I won’t kill him, it’s that the time has not come yet.
As for when to kill the pigs, Tu Guobao probably waited until the five thousand Tatar soldiers from Songjiang and Hangzhou left the city, or when they were halfway there, they should close the net and start.
The proceedings are over.
Tu Guobao wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost, and finally said goodbye and left, feeling worried along the way.
Cao Hu and Yang Guohai are similar.
Riding a horse slowly in the vast snowy field gives you a feeling of loneliness and powerlessness.
