please make me king

Dorgon is a complex person. In the original history, on the one hand, he was a bloody executioner, and on the other hand, he was a "traitor" with great achievements.

On the one hand, he vigorously promoted the strategies of shaving hair and changing clothes, staking land and investing in fugitives, on the other hand, he eliminated long-standing abuses and trusted Han officials.

Compared with other "Manchuria-based" Manchurian nobles, at least he knows to reward "traitors" generously for my use.

But now Wang Rujin is very knowledgeable and understands the reality of the rebel army, which immediately makes Dorgon have a new affection for him.

So, he talked with Wang Rujin in detail for a long time without taking a break, and after learning about the real situation of the rebel army in Shaanxi, he said with a smile: "To tell you the truth, my king has just come to Guihua City after traveling thousands of miles."

"Nowadays there is no shortage of people and horses. The naturalized Tumote troops have not yet been recruited. We have to wait until tomorrow before we can set off. Please wait quietly for a day, sir."

"Tomorrow?" Wang Rujin couldn't help being overjoyed when he heard the words, and quickly laughed, "Ahem, it's okay, it's okay, it just so happens that I will take this opportunity to raise my body, and then I can go out with Prince Rui."

The two were polite again, and when Wang Rujin resigned from Dorgon and withdrew, they gathered around and reported in a low voice: "Just now I heard that the 'Shun thief' has advanced to the front line of Datong and Xuanfu. I fear that Zuo Zhuguo, mentor and others are already in danger!"

"Ah, cough!" Wang Rujin had mixed feelings when he heard the words, and couldn't help coughing again, and then spit out a mouthful of phlegm with a loud sound.

"Zijian?" Left and right couldn't help but turn pale with shock when they saw this, it turned out that he had coughed up a large amount of bright red bloody phlegm.

"It's okay, it's okay, state affairs are important!" Wang Rujin shook his head resolutely and said, "If I can't get the Houjin soldiers this time, it will be difficult to relieve the court's difficulties, what face will I stand between heaven and earth?" ?”

"Zijian Gaoyi!" The followers couldn't help but be moved by his courage and loyalty when they heard the words, and they all worshiped him.

As a result, Wang Rujin coughed up blood, had chest pains, and almost fainted that night.

The followers wanted to invite a doctor for him, but Wang Rujin shook his head and said with a smile: "Now that I am in Mongolia, isn't it true that I have invited a 'Mongolian doctor' for me?"

It turns out that due to limited conditions, the Mongolian tribes of this era would not seek medical treatment for minor illnesses.

Anyone who went to seek medical treatment was usually seriously ill. Therefore, the Mongolian doctor's treatment methods were relatively rough, with aggressive and heavy medication, quite in the style of "killing one thousand enemies and harming oneself eight hundred".

Therefore, after coming and going, in areas closer to the frontier fortress, "Mongol doctor" appeared and became a derogatory name.

Everyone saw that he was still in the mood to joke, that's all.

In the early morning of the next day, Wang Rujin reluctantly got up, and he saw Prince Na Rui, Dorgon, gathered thousands of troops, the grandeur of the army was unprecedented and unheard of.

That Wang Rujin couldn't help but felt relieved, and hurriedly supported the past and praised: "Although a certain is a scholar, now seeing that Prince Rui has many soldiers, well-armed, how can that little 'follower' resist?"

Dorgon was also quite proud when he heard the words, and he couldn't help boasting to Wang Rujin: "This king has led [-] elite Manchurians, and now he has transferred [-] troops from the two wings of the naturalized Tumote Department, and the left and right Gushan Ezhen Guluge and Hang Gao led the way.”…

Gu Luge and Hang Gao saw that Dorgon had a lot of trust in this man, so they couldn't help but went up to meet him.

Dorgon saw that Wang Rujin's health was getting worse, so he couldn't help asking: "I'm going to set off soon, I don't know about Mr.'s health."

"It's okay, it's okay!" Wang Rujin waved his hands quickly when he heard the words, "Don't look at my serious illness these two days, in fact, it will be fine if I survive these two days!"

Why did he come all the way? Isn't it to "borrow captives to suppress bandits", how can there be any reason to back down at a critical moment?

Although Na Dorgon was quite worried about his condition, but considering that the opportunity must not be missed, it would never come again.

Although the "Emperor of the Qing Dynasty" Hong Tai led an army of [-] to confront the "Shun Bandits" in the Xuanfu, but because the two sides had equal forces, Hou Jinwu Ha Chaozhen never arrived, and fell into a disadvantage for a while.

If he could get into the territory of Shaanxi, the heart of the "Shun thief" this time, it would definitely cause the "Shun thief" to either rush to fight, or have no choice but to retreat.

This is a once-in-a-century opportunity for the main force who has a tight logistics and is difficult to last. How can he give up?
Seeing that Wang Rujin barely climbed onto the horse and rode away first, Dorgon then ordered: "The whole army obeys my orders and sets off with this king!"

How could Dorgon not know that the three thousand queen golden cavalry and the three thousand Tumed elite cavalry were the limit force that the "Great Qing Kingdom" could produce in the Tumed area.

However, it's all worth it, ahem!

It is said that all the people left Guihua City and traveled both ways, and it took only one day to arrive at Tuotuo City.

The so-called Tuotuo City, that is, the later Tuoketuo County, is located on the north bank of the Yellow River at the southern end of Tumo River, and is an important ferry from Guihua City to Yulin.

The Manchu and Mongolian cavalry had already traveled [-] or [-] miles in one day, and they were already exhausted. After Dorgon arranged for the soldiers to dismount and rest, they went to look for Wang Rujin.

This time, he has traveled such a long distance, but as a Han Chinese, can he stand up to it?
"Woooo. Zijian, Zijian, wake up!" As soon as Dorgon approached these Han people, he heard someone crying.

Dorgon was taken aback when he heard the words, and quickly stepped forward to look through the crowd, only to see a follower holding Wang Rujin and crying.

Dorgon looked at the situation of Wang Rujin again, and saw that his eyes were closed tightly, he fainted, and his skin was black and purple, he was dead.

"Why... what's going on, cough cough!" Dorgon couldn't help being surprised.

"Plague, it's a plague, this is a plague!" A Tumet soldier saw Wang Rujin's symptoms earlier, and couldn't help but screamed in panic.

"Nonsense, nonsense, ahem, how could this be a plague?" Dorgon said angrily.

Although Manchu was born in the bitter cold of Liaodong, he actually suffered less from the plague. It was normal for him not to know it for a while.

But how could those tribes living on the Mongolian grassland not know the severity of this plague?
It turns out that since ancient times, there must be plagues after major disasters.

The fundamental reason is that after the shortage of food, human beings have no choice but to dig rat holes to find food.

As a kind of burrowing creature, mice often store food for hundreds of catties and tens of catties.

Once the hungry people find the rat dens, they can basically eat for several days or even half a month.

However, because mice often carry their own infectious diseases, they can easily infect humans and cause plague.

The Mongolian tribes on the grasslands already have the habit of catching mice and sparrows, and they have quite a lot of experience in this, so they know this disease.

"This cough cough!" Dorgon coughed again and again, and asked Guluge and Hang Gao with a look of horror, "Is there any medicine for this disease?"

"There is no cure for medicine and stone." The two looked at themselves in horror, but replied helplessly.

"No, no, it's you, it's you!" Dorgon couldn't help being stunned when he heard the words, and then he reacted, pointing at Wang Rujin and three or five followers around him and saying, "You dare to cast poison for thousands of miles, don't you?" Shun thief' spies!"