Emperor Ming Dynasty

"Now it's about the life and death of Manchuria. The whole country should fight. All men under seventy and over fourteen should join the army!"

Dorgon made the final decision.

The nobles of the Eight Banners who were in the row lost all the filth of the past, and immediately straightened their waists to respond.

As early as last year, Daishan supported it for many years, and died two years later than in history, which immediately caused huge waves in the Eight Banners.

Because Daishan is the only one with two kings, and his prestige among the Eight Banners is second only to Dorgon.

This is why Dorgon dared to report to his sister-in-law.

"Take Jierhalang as General Pingnan, command the Mongolian and Han [-] cattle each, and lead the Zhenghuang Banner [-] cattle to Phoenix City..."

"Azige is General Dingxi, commanding Zhenglan Banner and Zhenghong Banner with [-] cattle each, and going to Jinzhou to garrison..."

When Dorgon gave an order, Jierharang and Azige naturally did not dare to speak out, so they could only obey.

After these two armies, the Eight Banners were almost empty of three banners, only the four banners of white, bordered yellow, bordered blue, and bordered red.

Except for the bordered yellow flag, almost all the other three flags are under the control of Dorgon.

Since then, the city of Shengjing has become noisy.

Zhengding in the Eight Banners is mostly armored soldiers, especially cavalry, and most of them have followers. One army can have two armies, and the strength of the army composed of followers should not be underestimated.

There are countless armors bought and sold in the streets and alleys, and there are also many who repair them.

Zu Dashou was basking in the sun in the courtyard. Four of his sons, grandsons and nephews participated in this battle. They were all dressed in armor and surrounded by servants. They looked very majestic.

Because the Eight Banners of Han Dynasty included a large number of surrendered generals when they swept the world, as in history, the organization has not changed for many years, and the number of troops is still 5000 people.

Although the Eight Banners of the Han Army have the lowest status, in this era of conquering the world, strength is king. The Eight Banners of the Han Army are backed by Fan Wencheng, Ning Wanwo, and Hong Chengchou politically, and they are becoming increasingly powerful in the court.

Among the Eight Banners of the Han Army, Shang, Geng, Shi, Li, Tong, Zu, Cai, and Wang are the "eight major surnames of the Han Army".

Each of the eight surnames has one person who serves as the capital of the Han and Eight Banners, and has great power.

That's right, Kangxi's uncles, Tong Tulai and Tong Jiashi, were born in the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, and they informed their ancestors and businessmen in Liaodong.

"Father (grandfather), I'm going to wait—"

The heroic children and grandchildren bowed to the old man, and then left in a heroic manner.

"Remember, no matter what the war is, you must first protect yourself."

"Yes!"

Several people suddenly agreed, and accompanied by their entourage, they left quickly.

In this battle, the Han Eight Banners took the main force.

After they left, Zu Dashou let out a long sigh.

His face was already covered with age spots, his sparse eyebrows were about to fall off, and his money rattail was all white, curled up behind his head like a dying sick snake.

Zu Dashou was seventy-two years old, he had never seen or heard of anything.

"This Qing Dynasty, it seems that it is really coming to an end."

"Grandpa, what's the end?"

At this time, the youngest grandson of the eldest son Zu Zepu, at the age of five or six, was at the age of innocence.

Wielding a small wooden knife, he came over curiously and asked.

"My dear grandson, call your grandpa."

"Oh!"

Soon, Zu Zepu, who was nearly fifty years old, walked over cautiously while doing housework, his face was full of tiredness:
"Father, what's the matter with you?"

"Fifty Niulu played this time, and there is no explanation in the palace?"

"Father, this is a soldier to defend against the enemy, what can the palace say." Zu Zepu shook his head.

Compared with the full Eight Banners, the Eight Banners Han Army is completely controlled by the imperial power. From the lowest Niulu Ezhen to the high-ranking Zuo Ling and Du Tong, they are all appointed by the emperor himself.

Therefore, during the period of Huang Taiji, he still trusted the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, and together with the two Yellow Banners, they suppressed the remaining five banners.

"Hey, after this battle, once you win, the regent's power will become more and more powerful, and the emperor will grow older..."

"Father, the regent fell off his horse, even if he wins, he won't last long."

Zu Zepu shook his head, he didn't take his father's unfounded worries seriously.

"You know shit!"

Zu Dashou cursed, and said directly: "I'm afraid this Qing Dynasty won't last long."

"Ah?" Zu Zepu's face changed suddenly, he looked around for a while, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. He approached and said in a low voice, "Father, what do you think?"

"In the past two years, I have often contacted Mingren. You brothers have complained a lot, but the current situation is mysterious and unpredictable. This is a wise move."

Zu Dashou lowered his head, and said in a deep voice: "This moment is that moment."

"The loss of Liaodong was not caused by war, but mostly within the imperial court and the Liao army. Now the Ming Dynasty has regrouped and sent troops again."

"You have to know that since Shaowu returned to Beijing in the second year, the Ming court has been preparing for more than three years. If there is no war, it will be over, and if there is a war, there will be thunderous blows."

Zu Zepu closed his eyes, for a long time, he was reluctant and regretted: "Are you really going to die?"

He was very reluctant to part with the top family in the Han army.

"Let's see how Liaoxi and Phoenix are!"

Zu Dashou curled up: "It's fine if you win, you can still live for a few years, if you lose all the way, it's really over..."

"Father, I heard that the road in Phoenix City is Sangui—"

"Don't worry about it, just sit at home."

Zu Dashou shook his head and stopped talking.

At this moment, outside Phoenix City, the red-clothed cannons transported in various ways were aiming at the city wall to calibrate their direction and position.

Wu Sangui looked at this group of people who were holding rulers and drawing pens, and was really curious.

"What are you doing?"

Wu Sangui asked curiously, why the artillery from the Beijing camp was so different from the past.

"I was waiting to measure the angle and position. Generally speaking, an elevation angle of [-] degrees is the most powerful, and the position of the artillery naturally has to be calculated again and again..."

The artillery commander was very polite and popularized his knowledge: "In the past, artillerymen relied on years of experience, and good artillerymen were extremely scarce. Bad--"

"Now, the artillery army in the Beijing camp has learned geometry from Xiyi, and has achieved great success for many years. Please rest assured, general, such a small town is no problem."

Artillery involves a lot of mathematical knowledge, angles, parabolas, the application of star sights, gunpowder ratio, etc. In the late Ming Dynasty, the West's lead was not only in artillery, but also in mathematics.

This is why Xu Guangqi translated "The Elements of Geometry". He understands the power of mathematics in combat.

Artillery is a technical branch.

Listening to this, Wu Sangui was eye-opening, co-author Jiannu artillery is sharp, not just because of artillery.

"Okay, I'll wait for your news, take your time, don't rush for a while."

For some reason, he was determined.

By afternoon, the artillery was in position and the first calibration shots were fired.