Carrying AK into Ming Dynasty

Chapter 188 The First Year of Shunzhi
In the 18th year of Chongzhen, the first year of Shunzhi, on the third day of February, Shengjing Palace.

It was just dawn and the wind was biting cold. Outside the Dazheng Hall, a group of civil and military ministers chatted with each other tremblingly with their hands in their hands.

"Master Fan, can you hold on?" A slightly gloomy voice came from the side.

"Hmph, Ning Wan me, I won't die even if you die!" Fan Wencheng spat at Ning Wan me with his neck trembling.

A gentleman uses his mouth but doesn't move his hands. When I saw Fan Wencheng spitting at him, when I got angry, I stepped forward and wanted to fight back.

"The ministers have gone to court," a male duck came out of the Dazheng Hall and shouted loudly.

Ning Wan, I immediately shrank my neck when I heard the call, glared at Fan Wencheng, and retreated to the center of civil servants.

"Get out of the way, His Royal Highness is coming!" A guard pushed aside the civil servants and cleared a path.

The regent Dorgon, wearing a cotton cloak and trench coat, ignored the civil servants at the entrance of the hall, and walked straight into the Dazheng Hall with his head held high.

Then came a group of nobles from the Qing Dynasty who came out of the Ten Kings Pavilion around the Dazheng Hall. They all wore big cotton brocade hats, and a thin pigtail-like braid slipped out from the hats.

This group of nobles followed closely behind the regent and filed into the Grand Palace.

"Colleagues, let's go, go to court." Finally it was their turn, Fan Wencheng adjusted his official robes, and cupped his hands at his colleagues.

"Scholar Fan please first!" Many subordinates rushed to compliment.

"Huh!" Ning Wan I saw that no one was watching him, so I flicked my sleeves and entered the hall, stamping the feet of many civil servants angrily.

There is no way, although this Ning Wan I surrendered to the Qing Dynasty later, but he is especially good at making camps, and has become more and more favored by the regent Dorgon.

I heard that Lord Ning recently offered his granddaughter to Prince Shuorui's mansion as a girl in order to become a bachelor of Neihong Academy of Arts. As for what kind of girl she is, the big guy knows it well.

A group of civil servants shook their heads, pointed at Ning Wanwo's back, and walked into the Dazheng Hall stepping on Xiaosha.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" Fulin, who was just seven years old, bit his finger on the throne of the Golden Luan Palace and looked timidly at the group of people below.

"Uncle Emperor, His Highness the Regent is a thousand years old!" Dorgon stood at the head of the throne with his hands behind his back, enjoying the worship of all the officials.

"Everyone's family is safe." Fulin glanced at the emperor's uncle in front of him and whispered, and heaved a sigh of relief after speaking.

Because after saying this, basically nothing happened to him.

Like the Ming Dynasty, in the Manchu Qing Dynasty, the palace was also clearly divided, with civil officials on the left and military officials on the right, and all the etiquette was imitated by the Ming Dynasty.

But because the wild boar skins are used to it, the generals of the Eight Banners are still unable to fully adapt to these polite etiquette. Three or two shellfish entered the hall and even took off their brocade hats, revealing a big bald head.

The bald head is shaved and shiny, only a little bit behind the top of the forehead, there is a lock of hair not much bigger than a copper coin, and this lock of hair is very delicately braided into a small braid.

Of course the wild boar skins don't have such leisure time, but most of their families have a lot of Han women, and these women are much more dexterous than their wives.

The three shellfish scratched their bald heads and flicked the pig's tail on top of their heads.

"It's really humiliating and a sin." A colleague behind Fan Wencheng whispered.

"Play early if there is something to do, and leave the court if there is nothing to do." The male duck shouted.

"Slaves have the right to play." A big man walked out of the group of pigtails.

"Nephew Wakda, what's the matter with you?" Dorgon said while sitting on a slightly smaller jade seat beside Fulin.

"As a detailed report the day before yesterday, the former city we lost at the beginning of last year has changed generals." Wakda is the fourth son of Daishan, and he is the former deputy general of the Hongqi Army.

"Changed a general? Is such a trivial matter worth talking about here? Step down!" Daishan frowned, and no one else spoke. This Wakda really gave him a face.

"Hehe, why should Prince Li get angry? Let the nephew finish the sentence!" Dorgon was very happy, because although Daishan had many sons in his family, most of them were not smart enough.

Daishan is the second child and he is the fourteenth child. The two have been fighting for many years. He will not miss the opportunity to mock Daishan like this.

"The new general is Yan Yingyuan, and there is another named Chen Mingyu. The details say that Yan is very powerful. Several of our little boys have died. They all say that Yan is Lord Yan. We Can't beat it."

Wakda didn't know what to do, and when he saw that his uncle asked him to continue talking, he started talking.

"Shut up, you useless thing." Daishan was almost pissed off by this brainy son, it's embarrassing.

"This is really your good son, second brother, if our Daqing is like this, isn't it going to die?" Dorgon looked at Daishan below with a sullen face, feeling extremely relieved.

Although this king has no son, he is better than a bunch of idiots like you!Dorgon thought contemptuously.

Not being able to give birth to a son has always been Dorgon's eternal pain!
"Fan Wencheng?" Dorgon pointed to Fan Wencheng headed by Wenchen.

"The slave is here." Hearing the master's call, Fan Wencheng immediately bowed and knelt down to salute.

"Tell Wakda, do we need to be afraid of the group of big soldiers who can't even eat enough to eat?"

"Hey! My Qing Dynasty currently has 12 soldiers from the Eight Banners, and [-] newly recruited soldiers from the Eight Banners of Mongolia, plus the original Eight Banners soldiers, a total of [-].

Not only that, but in the Qing Dynasty, there were also the Jingnan King Geng Zhongming of the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, the Pingnan King Shang Kexi’s department and the Zu Dashou Department, a total of [-].

Although these [-] Mongolian soldiers of the Eight Banners are new recruits, the people of the Qing Dynasty have always been proud sons on horseback, and all of them are sharpshooters, so they don't need much training.

The Ministry of Industry has also successfully developed the Hongyi Cannon based on the blueprints collected by the old man from Puppet Ming.

This kind of gun has more than doubled the range and greatly improved power compared to my original Fran machine gun in the Qing Dynasty, and can be used for siege.

Therefore, as long as His Royal Highness the Prince Regent gives the order to bring our cavalry of the Qing Dynasty to the south and lure them with red barbarian cannons, we will be able to break through the Shanhai Pass.

And the small Qiansuo city outside Shanhaiguan, isn't it more like a car with a mantis arm?

As long as you enter the customs, you can look forward to great things! "Fan Wencheng knelt in front of the hall and didn't dare to lift his head. He mustered up his strength and said a lot of countermeasures that he had already thought about.

"The slave implores His Royal Highness the Regent to give an order to attack Puppet Ming!" A large group of traitors headed by Fan Wencheng knelt down and agreed.

"Okay, Mr. Fan is right! Wakda, did you hear that?" Although Dorgon was speaking to Wakda, his eyes were fixed on Daishan.

Ever since his younger brother Prince Yu Duoduo died inexplicably outside Shanhaiguan, he has always suspected that there is a conspiracy on behalf of Shan.

Dai Shan snorted coldly, the court was dominated by Dorgon, he couldn't stand the anger, he simply flung his sleeves and left the court hall, walked to Fan Wencheng's side and did not forget to spit.

"Your Majesty, our Qing Dynasty is booming, and now we have more than 10 soldiers. It is falsely stated that there are only [-] people who can fight on the nine sides. This is a good opportunity, and I implore His Highness the Regent to personally conscript!"

Fan Wencheng doesn't care what Daishan thinks of him. Although the current emperor of the Qing Dynasty is supported by him Daishan, the military power is in the hands of Dorgon and his brother Azige.

What is Daishan?Just an old-fashioned mediocrity.

Seeing that the old four retreated despondently, Dorgon raised the corner of his mouth. He stood up from the jade throne, intending to issue a military order and send his troops southward at another day.

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Regent, the slave has something important to report!"

After Ning Wan, I suddenly emerged from the civil service class, holding a letter in my hand.

PS: For the sake of language fluency, this book automatically ignores the surprises and inconveniences in various languages.

PS: I was delayed by something today, and there will be another update after twelve o'clock.

　Thanks to book friends LiziTang, Shenzhen Fatty, Mingxin Jingqi, and the reward of 100 coins, thanks to the book friends who I went to move the train station to reward 500 coins, and thank you to the veterans who voted for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets.

　　
　
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