Carrying AK into Ming Dynasty

Chapter 285 Who is the king of this land
"Cai Shulian, the prefect of Haizhou, a humble minister, kowtows to His Royal Highness the Regent!"

"Slave Haizhou Jiala Ezhen Malzaha kowtowed to His Royal Highness the Regent"

Haizhou Government Yamen welcomes the first big man in the hundreds of years since the establishment of the government—Prince He Shuorui, Regent of the Qing Dynasty, and Emperor Father Dorgon.

Since the afternoon, Cai Shulian, the prefect of Haizhou, has been busy inside and outside, cleaning the inside and outside of his mansion no less than three times.

Then tremblingly, they greeted them tens of miles away from Haizhou City in a decent manner.

The reason why I was trembling was mainly because I heard that the gangsters from the Ming Dynasty had already raided the vicinity of Haizhou.

This group of thugs was simply too cruel, not to mention human beings, not even livestock.

If Cai Shulian, the prefect, is feeling anxious at the moment, then Malzaha, the guard of Haizhou, is on pins and needles.

After all, the Ming army hit him in the face, but he could only watch, which was not what a guard should do anyway.

But what can he do? The original more than 4000 defenders in Haizhou Prefecture were suddenly transferred by Prince Li Daishan to take away [-], and most of the remaining [-] were crooked melons, old, weak, sick and disabled.

I heard that the idiot Kuban in Fuzhou City has fallen into the hands of this gangster, and that guy has at least [-] cavalry in his hands!

In the past few days, more and more refugees have fled to Gaizhou City from the surrounding areas, and Gaizhou City has been overwhelmed.

It's really a blessing, but a misfortune never comes singly.

Malzaha and Cai Shulian, one Wu and one Wen, knelt in the middle hall of the government office. In the past, they were the ones who sat on it to accept other people's kneeling, but now their roles were reversed, and the two of them could only gently wipe the cold sweat from their foreheads.

"Let's get back down!" After three breaths of silence, Dorgon said coldly.

"Thank you, Your Highness the Regent!" The two of them felt their legs trembling when they got up as if they had been pardoned.

A young maid came over with her head down, carrying tea.

"Tell me about the latest movements of the Ming army!" Dorgon took a sip of tea and said.

Dorgon has been restless since he received the urgent report from Zhang Cunren, the Han slave guard in Gaizhou three days ago, and it took only three days to rush to Haizhou including the assembly of the army.

Tired is a bit tired, but only he, Dorgon, knows how empty the rear of the Qing Dynasty is now. In order to enter the customs, the Qing Dynasty almost gave up everything.

Now behind the Ning Jin line of defense, only the last [-] Banner soldiers in Shengjing can be called elite soldiers.

In many counties south of Shengjing, except for a few soldiers responsible for maintaining basic law and order, almost all of them were transferred to Daishan and Abatai.

Thinking of this, Dorgon felt heartbroken. A few days ago, he received news from the front that the old seventh, Abatai, had died in battle!

Abatai is different from his two stunned brothers, and even different from him Dorgon and Daishan.

Whether it is Duduo or Azig, or Daishan and Haoge, including himself, even if he is fighting against Da Ming at this moment, he is always thinking about how to consume the other party's strength and improve himself.

All the people, including the defenders of the prefectures and counties, are standing in line, only his seventh brother, Abate, has fought all his life for the great Jianzhou Jurchen to be able to walk out of the mountains and look down on the world.

It is precisely because of this that even though Abate did not clearly stand in line, Dorgon still did not hesitate to appoint Abate as one of the only two crusade commanders in the Qing Dynasty.

But now that Abatai was killed in battle, he was somehow beaten to death by An Guohou who came from the Ming army. It was said that there was a big blood hole in his chest...

His brother Duduo died at the hands of An Guohou of Daming. At that time, he was devastated and did not go to court for three days.

Now, Abatai also died at the hands of this An Guohou, and he was so angry that he almost went crazy.

What's even worse is that this Marquis of An Guo dared to come to his territory of the Qing Dynasty to act wildly with a mere 3000 people!

When he first heard the news, Dorgon was so angry that he gave only one look, and frightened the little emperor Fulin into crying.

This is a contempt for his Qing Dynasty, and an insult to his tens of thousands of Qing soldiers!
He was so furious that he issued an assembly order that night, allocating [-] of the [-] Zhenghuang and Zhengbai flag warriors guarding Shengjing, plus [-] Mongolian warriors newly mobilized from Horqin.

He wanted to use the fifteen thousand cavalry to avenge his brothers Dodo and Abate.

And use the butcher knife in his hand to tell this boy who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, who is the king of this land!
"His Royal Highness the Regent, this group of thugs robbed Dapanling yesterday, today...today..." Malzaha stammered a bit, in fact, none of the sentry cavalry he sent out came back today.

"Bastard, as the defender of a city, you can't even figure out the enemy's movements?

What use does the king want you for? "Dorgon was furious.

"Damn the slave! Those thieves have strange firearms in their hands, and the servant's sentry was shot down as soon as he approached the thieves.

At the end of yesterday, six people were sent out, and only two came back. Today, five people were sent out, but... none of them came back!
Slaves be damned! Malzaha quickly fell to his knees and cried.

"Useless dog slave! Go down and get forty army sticks yourself!

No matter what method you use, I will know the exact location of the thief tomorrow morning. "No matter what the reason is, Dorgon has no merit as a guard, and he can't even figure out the position of the enemy. He is really incompetent.

"Your servant obeys! You will do it now!" Malzaha's face was full of cold sweat, and he knew that it would not be so easy to escape. Forty battles may be heavy, but he will not die.

"The king is tired, Prefect Cai, have all the people brought by the king settled down?" Dorgon sent Malzaha away, his tone suddenly a little strange.

"Reporting to His Royal Highness the Regent, everything has been arranged properly, and all bedding, tea sets, etc. are newly purchased..."

Cai Shulian, the prefect of Haizhou, quickly bent down to reply, and waved his hand to signal Dorgon to move away.

After leaving the central hall, bypassing a row of gallery rooms, an extremely luxuriously furnished courtyard appeared in front of Dorgon.

Satisfied, Dorgon waved his hand to signal the Han slave surnamed Cai to retreat, and ordered several burly guards close to him to guard the door.

He couldn't wait to walk quickly into the yard.

The door creaked open and closed again.

"Uncle, you are here!" A soft voice came from the room.

"Xiao Yu'er, have you been overwhelmed these days? Come here, let this king love you!"

"Uncle, no, it's daytime!"

"What about during the day? This is not Shengjing! Whoever dares to make irresponsible remarks, I will kill him!"

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From time to time, strange voices could be heard in the small attic made of pink makeup and jade, and several personal guards were loyally guarding the surroundings of the attic.

They turned a deaf ear to the voices in the attic, but they only needed Dorgon's order, and they dared to kill their own father.

It was evening, and Haizhou City spent a very peaceful day in the afterglow of the setting sun.

It's just that anyone with a discerning eye knows that this is just the calm before the storm...

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(End of this chapter)