Chongzhen Daming: Starting from Coal Mountain

Chapter 444 A Big Game

Dorgon has gone down the well.

There are indeed no worthless people under the prestigious name.

Yan Yingyuan guarded the city in a variety of tricks, which is considered to be knowledgeable.

After losing the first battle, Dorgon's mood was naturally not much better.

But if you want to say how bad your mood is, that's not necessarily true, because today's defeat may not be a bad thing, it is just a good opportunity to let the Eight Banners Manchuria, the Eight Banners Han Army and the Green Camp take warning.

But how to deal with Wu Sangui and Guan Ningjun is a problem.

According to the rules, Wu Sangui and Guan Ningjun must be punished.

This is the rule set by Lao Khan, and he must be punished if he loses a battle.

The only suspense is whether the punishment should be heavier or lighter, this can be changed.

Just as Dorgon was pondering, Cao Eryu hurriedly came to report: "Master, Prince Heshuo Zheng, Prince Heshuoli, Prince Heshuoying, Dorobeile, Wenjian Beizi, etc. have all rushed over."

"Huh?" Dorgon's face instantly collapsed, "What are they doing here?"

Hong Chengchou and other hard-core traitors also looked at each other in blank dismay, a little uncertain for a while.

"I'm afraid they have no good intentions." Hou Fangyu said, "If the battle of Dagukou goes well, they can get a share of the battle, but if the battle of Dagukou doesn't go well, they can take the opportunity to embarrass you, the master."

As soon as these words came out, Fulin, Hong Chengchou and the others looked at Hou Fangyu in unison.

Cao Eryu also looked at Hou Fangyu in shock, thinking that you dare to say such a thing?
You are just a slave, how dare you speak falsely about your master?I really don't know how to write the word dead.

But Hou Fangyu was willing to go all out. Anyway, he is a disabled person now, so why should he be afraid?
If you are a slave all your life, how can you take revenge?His only wish now is revenge.

At that moment Hou Fangyu went on to say: "Master, isn't this an opportunity for you?"

Hearing this, Hong Chengchou's face changed slightly, and he said that he really underestimated Hou Fangyu before.

"Hou Fangyu, what do you mean?" Dorgon really became interested, "What opportunity?"

"It's a good opportunity to force them to agree to modify the Eight Banners system." Hou Fangyu said with a dark smile, "If they don't agree to modify the Eight Banners system, let them touch the nail of Yan Yingyuan."

Dorgon's eyes lit up all of a sudden, this method is really wonderful!

At that moment Dorgon said with a smile: "Go, you guys will follow me to meet these people."

For the arrival of Daishan, Jierhalang and others, Dorgon was full of fear, but when Hou Fangyu said this, he immediately became looking forward to it. These people came just in time.

……

At the same time, on the official road on the south bank of the Wei River.

Jierharang, Daishan and Azig are driving together.

Behind the three of them, Gulmahun, Luck Dehun and other Baylor boys followed.

Except for Duduo, Dorgon, and Fulin, the banner owners of the Eight Banners Manchuria are basically here. According to the tribal discussion system established by the old slaves, these people are the decision-makers for the establishment of slaves.

No matter what decision Dorgon wants to make, he must obtain the consent of the majority.

"Second brother, you are so old, why bother to make this trip." Azig shook his head and said, "The old fourteen wants to make troubles, so let him make troubles. Will go back."

"Old Twelfth, you don't understand that some things can be turned back if they are wrong, but some things cannot be turned back."

Dai Shanyu said earnestly: "What the old fourteen is doing now is going to hurt the foundation of the Qing Dynasty. Once you make a mistake, you can never turn back."

"Is it that serious?" Azig disagreed.

"Prince Ying, Prince Li is right. Reforming the Eight Banners system is no small matter." Jierhalang frowned and said, "The Eight Banners' discussion of government began with the Eight Kings' discussion of government, and it was the rule set by the old Khan. For the sake of the future generations, how can we change it as soon as we say it? If the Eight Banners’ political affairs are also changed, can the Qing Dynasty still be regarded as the Qing Dynasty?”

Obviously, the Eight Banners nobles such as Daishan and Jierhalang are already aware of the danger.

If Dorgon is allowed to reform the military system again, the Eight Banners nobles will lose all their real power.

It was precisely because of this that Daishan, who was dying, couldn't sit still, and stood up dragging his sick body.

Azig asked again: "Then let me ask you, why did we come to Dagukou this time?
"In order to strengthen the Eight Banners' political discussion system." Ji Erhalang said, "In the future, not only the major political policies of the Qing Dynasty, but also the marching and fighting will have to be jointly decided by the Eight Banners nobles."

"I'm afraid it won't work," Azig said.

"Old Fourteen and Old Fifteen definitely disagree."

"There are rules set by Old Khan, so they can't help but disagree."

A look of sternness flashed across Dai Shan's old face, and he continued: "If the old fourteen insists on not complying, then he will take back his imperial father's title of regent, and if he picks up trouble again, he will be deprived of his title of Prince Rui."

"But why did you choose Dagu?" Azig was still puzzled.

"Because the emperor is in Dagukou, but the queen mother is not." Daishan said.

While speaking, a large group of Eight Banners cavalry suddenly appeared on the official road ahead.

"Old Fourteen?" Azig said with a smile, "this time the sun really came out from the west, and Old Fourteen, who always has his eyes high above his head, came to greet us in person."

Dai Shan said: "Old Twelve, we have agreed to speak in unison."

"I know." Azig said with a heartless face, "I will follow the previous agreement. After all, you are also for the good of my Prince Ying's residence. I know this very well."

Daishan and Jierhalang breathed a sigh of relief.

……

That night, dozens of suet torches illuminated the inside and outside of Dorgon's Chinese army tent as bright as day.

Two rows of more than 20 full-dress Ba Yala soldiers stood at the entrance of the big tent. The Ba Yala soldiers on the left wore bright yellow cotton armor with red borders, and the Ba Yala soldiers on the right wore white cotton armor. Like two rows of goalkeepers.

Wu Sangui escorted Xia Longshan, who was tied up with five flowers, to the door of Dorgon's big tent.

When he was about to walk in, two rows of Ba Yala soldiers suddenly stepped forward to block the way.

The two Baya soldiers on the outermost side drew their horse-chopping knives and put them on Wu Sangui's neck.

"Master!" Wu Sangui turned a blind eye to the steel knife on his neck, and shouted, "Slave Wu Sangui has a heart! Even if he dies, he must die to understand!"

After a long while, Dorgon's voice came from inside the big tent: "Let them in."

Only then did the two rows of Ba Yala soldiers put away their shining sabers and retreated to their original positions.

Wu Sangui escorted Xia Longshan into the big tent, only to see no less than 50 people gathered inside.

As soon as the two of them entered the account, dozens of gazes came to look at them, each with different expressions.

But Wu Sangui only had Dorgon in his eyes, and he didn't even notice Fulin sitting on Dorgon's right.

"Master!" Wu Sangui fell to his knees in front of Dorgon with a puff, weeping bitterly, "This afternoon's battle, it's really not that our soldiers in western Liaoning are greedy for life and fear death, it's really that the enemy is too cunning."

"If the master insists on committing a crime, he can just punish the slave alone."

"Whether it's killing or cutting, the servants will never complain, and only ask the master to forgive the soldiers of Liaoxi."

Speaking of this meal, Wu Sangui kowtowed again and again: "The generals in Liaoxi really did their best, and today's defeat in the battle is all the fault of this slave, who underestimated the enemy too much."

Fulin looked at Wu Sangui thoughtfully, what is this?
Why did Wu Sangui take responsibility for his subordinates?Buying people's hearts?
Then he turned his attention to Dorgon again, how would he respond?

Dorgon looked at Wu Sangui sadly, as if he wanted to look into his heart.

After a while, Dorgon said quietly, "King Pingxi, I heard that your eldest son died in battle?"

"Master, the slave's eldest son, Wu Yingqi, has been adopted by my brother." Wu Sangui replied, "But this son did sacrifice his life for the Qing Dynasty this afternoon."

……

Wu Yingqi faintly woke up from the coma.

He regained consciousness, but his eyelids were heavy and he couldn't open them no matter what.

The sound of sawing can be heard vaguely, as if someone is sawing wood with a saw.

Then Wu Yingqi felt that his right leg was being pulled by something, pulling it over for a while, and pulling it over for a while, and he didn't know exactly what was going on.

Then I heard two people talking.

"I don't know what the people above think."

"Let's amputate these dog legs."

"With this skill, I might as well sit down and smoke a bag of Tamba."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, hurry up, the effect of the smoldering medicine will wear off soon."

Seeing sound?His right calf was being pulled, and the drug was boiling?Amputation?Wu Yingqi's mind gradually connected these scattered information, and suddenly he reacted.

"No!" Wu Yingqi opened his eyes at once and yelled in horror.

"Don't saw my right leg, I don't want amputation, don't saw my right leg!"

Once his right calf was sawed off, he would never be able to ride a horse or fight in battle.

For a general, this is more uncomfortable than killing him directly.

"Are you awake?" Appearing in Wu Yingqi's vision were two men in "white clothes", and their white clothes were covered with blood stains. One of them was holding a saw in his hand and was sawing his right calf.

"It's okay, it will be fine in a while, just bear with it." The man also said a word of relief.

"No, don't saw my legs, I beg you." Wu Yingqi's soul was frightened out.

Then, Wu Yingqi heard a click, but it was his right calf bone that fell to the ground.

"Okay." Another man in white comforted, "We will sew up your wound right now, but whether you can save your life or not depends on your own destiny."

But Wu Yingqi couldn't hear it anymore.

The whole person is like losing his soul,
Both eyes have also lost focus.

……

"King Pingxi, please get up." Dorgon helped Wu Sangui up with his own hands.

Then he turned around and helped Xia Longshan up, and said, "President Xia, please get up too."

"Regent, the last general is ashamed." Xia Longshan said with a face of shame, "You should order the last general to be beheaded. The last general is ashamed of trusting the regent, and even more ashamed of the Qing Dynasty."

"Mr. Xia, you are not ashamed of anyone."

Dorgon patted Xia Longshan's shoulder lightly.

"The defeat this afternoon was not a crime of war, but a result of the enemy general being too cunning."

Dorgon's words can be regarded as finalizing today's defeat.

It means that you, Wu Sangui, Xia Longshan, and Wu Yingqi have all tried your best, and the two battalions of Green Battalion soldiers who attacked have also done their best. The reason why you were defeated in the end was because your opponent was too cunning and powerful.

Dorgon's characterization was actually to excuse himself, after all, the nobles of the Eight Banners were all in the tent.

After a short pause, he said again: "I will pass on my order. For the soldiers of the Green Battalion who are attacking today, the survivors will be rewarded with two catties of mutton and five taels of silver, and the dead will be rewarded with 15 taels of silver!"

"Xialongshan, bestow the third-class elite Qi Nihafan."

"Wu Yingqi, posthumously present the first-class Jingqi Nihafan. When King Pingxi has grandchildren in the future, he can choose one of the grandchildren to inherit the title of Wu Yingqi's first-class Jingqi Nihafan."

"Prince Regent." Xia Longshan burst into tears upon hearing this.

"My slave would like to thank my master Long En for Wu Yingqi." Wu Sangui burst into tears.

Fulin looked on coldly, a look of bewilderment flashed in his eyes, what is the way?Xia Longshan and Wu Yingqi were obviously defeated. According to the laws of the Qing Dynasty, if they lose, they must be punished. How could they be rewarded instead?
Isn't this unfair reward and punishment?If the soldiers of the Eight Banners knew about this, wouldn't they have any objections?

Just as Fulin was about to speak, he remembered Er Niang's instructions in his mind, so he swallowed it back.

Dorgon suddenly looked back at Fulin and asked, "Your Majesty, do you think this is a good deal?"

"Huang Ama, I don't know anything." Fulin said quickly, "This time I came to learn."

Dorgon nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to the nobles of the Eight Banners standing in the big tent, and said solemnly: "Even a ten-year-old boy understands the principle of studying hard, but some nobles in our Qing Dynasty are used to being extravagant and licentious." In those days, I don’t want to make progress, I don’t want to make progress, I don’t want to make progress, I don’t let others make progress, and I don’t let Da Qing make progress!”

It wasn't until this time that Wu Sangui and Xia Longshan discovered with a look of shock that the big tent was actually full of nobles from the Eight Banners.

Uncle Regent and Prince Heshuozheng Jierharang came, Prince Heshuoying Azig came, and even Prince Heshuoli Daishan came.

In addition, there are many county kings Baylor and Beizi.

Except for Duoduo, King of Duoluoyu County, almost all other nobles from the Eight Banners were present.

Seeing this, Wu Sangui suddenly realized that Dorgon was taking the opportunity to play a big game of chess, and he, Xia Longshan and Guan Ningjun were just his pawns.

Obviously, Dorgon wanted to take the opportunity to frighten and even clean up the Eight Banners nobles.

However, even Dorgon did not expect that Azig would be the first one to jump out and confront him.

"Old Fourteen, I don't understand what you're talking about." Azig said with a stern face, "Who has become unmotivated? Who is preventing someone from making progress, and who is preventing Qing from making progress?" ?”

Seeing this, Daishan and Jierhalang almost laughed out loud.

Dorgon wished he could shoot Azig to death with a single brick.

Azig, are you really my elder brother?
How did the same mother give birth to a fool like you?

But on the surface, Dorgon is calm and calm.

(End of this chapter)