Daming Zhu Di: Father, why aren't you dead? !

Under the candlelight, the box contained a lifeless green turtle, which was so green that it was disturbing.

And in the Dazheng Palace.

The moment these pigtails saw the green-haired turtle in the box, each one of them chose to shut up in a tacit understanding. After all, everyone is mortal. Some things can be said, some things cannot be said, and some things cannot be said in public.

See through and hear through, but don’t speak out.

Everyone present was just living a casual life, and they all knew it by heart.

"What does Li Zicheng mean?"

"Who will tell me?!"

When Huang Taiji saw the green-haired turtle, his eyes flashed with anger. He glanced at the officials of the Eight Banners standing in the hall and asked sternly.

However, no one answered.

people.

Sometimes when you should pretend to be stupid, you have to pretend to be stupid, and you can't let people see that you are pretending.

For example, Huang Taiji at this moment.

In fact, no one can tell whether Huang Taiji knows or does not know what this green turtle represents, but even if he knows in his heart, Huang Taiji can only pretend not to know.

One is.

As the founding emperor of the Qing Dynasty, Huang Taiji could not admit in front of his ministers that he was wearing a green luminous hat. This would be disrespectful to the country and the majesty of the Qing emperor.

Secondly.

He was aware of his current physical condition. With his exhausted body, it was already difficult to catch his breath. It was already impossible for him to personally lead the army in battle. Facing the Ming army's large-scale retreat, he The only one who can rely on is Dorgon, who has experienced hundreds of battles.

"say!"

While Huang Taiji shouted angrily, there was still no response in the palace.

At this time, if anyone really tried to explain this green-haired turtle, he would hit his head on the tip of a knife.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, His Majesty."

Just now.

Someone stood up. Although he also had a rat tail, he didn't look like a Jurchen.

"Li Zicheng sent this turtle to the emperor. He must have been under the emperor's majesty, and his heart has already aroused the desire to surrender to our Qing Dynasty. Long live my emperor! Long live long live!"

Those who spoke were the officials of the Han Dynasty who surrendered to the Qing Dynasty.

Suddenly.

The pigtails in the hall all looked at this person with extremely surprised eyes, sighing that in terms of language and art, you have to be the one in the customs who is good at flattering!

Can green turtles become round? !

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at the same time.

Five hundred miles away from Shengjing City, there is a camp hidden deep in the mountains.

The camp was very simple, just made of tree branches. It was obvious that we didn't plan to stay there for long and it was a temporary structure.

And there is a haystack a hundred meters away from the camp.

The moonlight shines on the crouching figure on the haystack, wearing clothes sewn with tattered armor and animal skins, and an even darker face. It is Li Zicheng, the king of Chuang who has been fighting guerrillas in the pigtail territory for more than a year.

To the left and right of Li Zicheng who was squatting in the pit, there were two people, one tall and one short, also wearing tattered clothes. They were Niu Jinxing and Song Xiance who had followed Li Zicheng out of seclusion.

"Recently, the number and frequency of the Qing army's encirclement and suppression of our various ministries has been rapidly decreasing. It must be that troops have been sent from within the pass. All the Qing troops used to encircle and suppress us have been transferred to the Guanning front line."

Song Xiance said repeatedly.

Song Xiaozi's face, which was originally fair, has now turned dark. It seems that he has endured hardships for more than a year, following Li Zicheng around the mountains, going wherever there is no man's land.

"His second uncle's bastard has finally sent out his troops. He has finally sent out his troops!"

"If we don't send more troops, we will really be unable to withstand it."

Li Zicheng clenched his hands into fists, obviously struggling hard. He was probably constipated for several days.

Earn at the same time and curse at the same time.

"Wang Shouren, that old son of a bitch, when he came out of seclusion, he told me to hold on until the autumn harvest. I originally thought it was that year's autumn harvest, but I didn't expect it to be this year's harvest."

"This old guy is becoming indifferent every day."

"Old Niu, you will seize the time to gather all the people scattered here and there. Now that Wang Yangming, that old dog, has sent out his troops, we have to start working. We have been chased away by these braids in the past two years. , I’m really holding back my anger.”

Hear the words.

Niu Jinxing nodded.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. I have already ordered the people. We should still have more than 60,000 people on hand."

Hearing this number, Li Zicheng, who was squatting in the pit, looked slightly stunned. He was obviously quite surprised. He brought 100,000 people out of Shanhaiguan back then, but now he still has 60% left. He originally thought that after being chased and beaten for two years, everyone should It's almost time to die.

When his troops left Shanhaiguan, judging from the entire battle, they did have several vigorous battles with the Braided Army, but in fact they didn't use much force. Most of the rebels broke up on their own initiative, and 100,000 people dispersed. Hundreds of people, some hundreds or thousands of people, some even just a few dozen people, are spread all over the crop and grain-producing areas of the braided country.

Wang Yangming, on the other hand, only gave Li Zicheng one task before he came out of seclusion.

It can be summed up in two words: making trouble.

During the past two years, the rebels brought out by Li Zicheng worked from dawn to dusk every day. The only thing they did was to wreak havoc everywhere all day long, mainly destroying the farmland.

To put it simply, the seedlings are pulled out in the spring, the rice is burned in the autumn, and setting fire to the mountains is commonplace on weekdays, which makes the people of the country miserable and hates Li Zicheng and the rebels to the bone.

Moreover, Li Zicheng's scattered troops basically did not engage in any head-to-head confrontation with the Qing army. As long as they saw the braided army coming, they would turn around and run away, shoot and change places. The main target would be Ju Wuding. Place.

This group of people are used to running around in the pass. The braided army has no experience in suppressing bandits. In a short period of time, they can only be blind and unable to find anyone at all.

Thanks to the unremitting efforts of Li Zicheng and his group of rebels, last year they succeeded in reducing the crop yield of Braid by as much as 30%.

And this year.

Because of the large number of troops in the Guan Pass gathered at Shanhaiguan a few months ago, most of the prime-age labor force in the Eight Banners were transferred to the Guanning and Jin front lines. As a result, while the autumn harvest was not in time, the ministries under Li Zicheng worked even harder to carry out sabotage. After setting fire to the fields, a conservative estimate would mean that the output of braids would be reduced by as much as 50%. In fact, it is estimated to be 60% to 70%.

This amount of food alone is enough for the old, weak, women and children at most, but it is not enough to support the frontline army.

"These pigtails are indeed ruthless."

"There are reports that most of the grain harvested by the Qing army this year was transported directly to Ningyuan City. It seems that they are planning to starve all the women, children, and children at home."

Song Xiance clicked his tongue.

"We have nothing to do with people starving to death. We just have to do our own thing."

"The autumn harvest of the Qing army is still going on. Send orders to all ministries to amplify the fire."

Li Zicheng grinned. At first, he thought Wang Yangming was unreliable. In private, he even called Wang Yangming an old dog.

But in the past two years, I have been fighting guerrillas according to the methods taught by Wang Yangming. I don’t say anything, but I am really convinced in my heart.

For example, digging tunnels to fight guerrillas is simply a scientific guerrilla method.

If Li Zicheng had done this back then, he would never have been chased into the mountains.

"Your Majesty, you have been squatting here for almost two quarters of an hour. If you squat down any more, you may pull out your intestines."

At this moment, Niu Jinxing glanced at Li Zicheng who was still squatting in the pit and said slightly worriedly.

"I dig grass and eat dirt all day long, and there is no oil or water in my stomach. Otherwise, do you think you would want to squat for so long?"

Li Zicheng shook his head, then randomly picked up two leaves from the side and wiped them into the ditch without caring whether they were clean or not. Then he tightened his belt and stood up, glancing back.

After taking a look at it, I saw that this was an operation that was engraved into human DNA. Not to mention King Li Chuang, even Daluo Jinxian was not exempt from this practice.

Seeing that Li Zicheng finally got up, Niu Jinxing and Song Xiance turned around and wanted to go to the simple camp. After all, they would start preparing for big things soon. They had fought enough guerrillas in the past two years. According to Wang Yangming when he left the border, The arrangement given to them is to dig out the braids' tanks.

However, after the two of them took a few steps, they found Li Zicheng standing there blankly, with a slightly ugly expression on his face, unable to move a step.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty? Why don't you leave?"

Niu Jinxing and Song Xiance both looked back at Li Zicheng, who was standing still. The Ming army had already left the border, and the military situation was extremely urgent. They had to seize the time to get things done.

"Num, numb...!"

Li Zicheng clenched his hands and gritted his teeth.     ……………………

Guanning front line.

Liaodong, Ningyuan City.

With Ningyuan City as the center, the Qing army's hundreds of thousands of Eight Banners troops were arrayed in a carefully arranged military formation. This military formation with mutual horns looked like a huge pocket from a bird's eye view, waiting for the Ming army to fall. enter.

As long as the Qing army stabilizes the Ningyuan front line and Mou Zujin maintains this organized pocket, let alone the Ming army, even if the Jade Emperor's heavenly soldiers attack from heaven, they will be dragged to death in Ningyuan City. Don't even think about running away if you carry it.

Even if he ran away, he would still be half dead.

But at this time, in the government office in Ningyuan City.

There were two letters placed on the case of Commander Dorgon, who was solely responsible for the frontline war.

One was a touching love letter secretly sent to him by a secret emissary from his young lover. The letter asked him to pay attention to his health and wait for him to come back victorious before cheering and applauding.

The other letter was an autographed letter from Huang Taiji. This letter was not written in the name of the emperor, but to Dorgon in the name of his brother. The first part of it was full of commonplace remarks. , only the last few dozen words are about business. In fact, to sum it up, it is to tell Dorgon one thing.

The military rations currently shipped to Ningyuan are the only remaining grains in the country, and they are all supplied to the front line. If the war cannot be resolved on the front line within two months, the whole country will have to queue up to eat bark, grass roots, and Guanyin soil. .

You, Dorgon, must know what to do next.

Obviously.

This letter from Huang Taiji's family is actually a letter urging war.

In fact, judging from Huang Taiji's performance and strategic level in previous years, it is unlikely that he would issue such a urging letter to Dorgon, but now he is really forced and has no choice.

After all, the landlord's family only had a little surplus food.

"Brother Fourteen, since the Emperor has asked us to take the initiative, we can just fight. I, a son of the Eight Banners, have nothing to fear."

"And I have to send scouts to report that after the Ming army left Shanhaiguan, they actually divided into three groups to attack. Liaodong is our territory, and their three armies can't coordinate with each other at all."

"We can completely follow my father's example and let him come in any direction. I will only go all the way! Annihilate them all!"

The speaker is Aixinjueluo Duoyi.

This Duoyi is the fifteenth son of Nurhachi, who is also the younger brother of Dorgon. The relationship between this guy and Dorgon is extremely good. In the original history, after Dorgon led his army into the pass, Duoyi He repeatedly urged Dorgon to proclaim himself emperor directly, and then Duoyi led the troops southward, gaining military exploits along the way.

Listening to Lao Shiwu's words, Dorgon frowned.

"Old Fifteen, have you ever thought about a question?"

"If we take the initiative now, what will happen if Shengjing makes a mistake?"

Dorgon frowned.

The entire Liaodong is now in his hands. Whether he is waiting in Ningyuan City with a pocket formation, or following his father's example and annihilating the enemy, Dorgon can accept it and has absolute confidence.

But the only problem that Dorgon was worried about was that once he took the initiative to attack, Shengjing City at the rear would be lost and there would be no way to return reinforcements.

"Brother Fourteen, I think you are just worrying too much."

"Not to mention that it is impossible for the army to break through our Liaodong defense line. Even if he is lucky enough to break through, there are Zhengbai Banner, Xiangbai Banner and Han Banner outside Shengjing City to form the capital's defense line. How can it be so easy to capture."

Duoyi waved his hand, obviously feeling that Dorgon was worrying too much, and continued.

"Besides, Brother Fourteen, you and I are asked to take the initiative. This is the emperor's wish. If you and I don't listen, next time it may not be a letter from home, but an imperial edict. This is disobedience to the holy order."

"If you don't attack."

"Yu Fa, you and I are resisting the decree."

"Yu Qing, you and I are not caring about the lives of our tribe. The military rations we are using now are for the elderly, weak, women and children of the tribe in the rear. If the war cannot be ended within two months, I am afraid there will be trouble in the country. There’s a famine.”

"In this case, you and I will be the sinners of the whole country."

Listening to what Lao Shiwu said, Dorgon frowned more and more tightly, remained silent, and tapped his fingers on the handsome case again and again.

Finally, I looked at the love letter sent by my little lover, and thought that if I didn't fight, in a few months, my little lover would probably follow Huang Taiji and chew the bark of the tree. When I thought about it, I suddenly felt uncomfortable.

My heart skipped a beat, I gritted my teeth, and stood up.

"Fifteenth brother, pass on my military order and the whole army will change its formation and prepare to attack and annihilate the Ming army."

Hearing this, Aixinjueluo Duoyi looked overjoyed.

"twitter!"

However, after receiving the order, Duoyi did not leave immediately, but continued to look at Dorgon where he was.

"What are you doing standing still?"

Now that we have decided to take the initiative, we should find the flag owners of each flag and the commanders at all levels and arrange the combat tasks.

"Brother Fourteen, I think since we are about to take the initiative, can you reward the soldiers of each banner before the attack? I found that there is still the 'Su Ma Xiang' shipped from Shanxi merchants last time in the warehouse. I would like to invite Brother Fourteen Give an order and send a copy to all the officers and soldiers in the army."

It has a crispy and numb aroma, so it is named after it enters the body and numbs the bones.

Dorgon didn't think much about this matter. Although he didn't smoke it himself, he didn't dislike the batch of tobacco shipped by Shanxi merchants and waved his hand casually.

"You have to ask me even about this little thing. Just go to the warehouse and mix it yourself. What do you want to eat in Duoyi?"

"roll roll roll."

After getting Dorgon's permission, Duoyi grinned, turned around and left with a bumbling smile.

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Hongwu time and space, Zuixian Tower.

The group of princes and princes of the Ming Dynasty in the main hall looked at the holographic projection that had been divided into three pieces. Their eyes were filled with fascination and confusion, and they could not understand Wang Yangming's operation at all.

"Is this style still the Wang Yangming I know?"

Xiao Zhusi looked at the three advancing teams.

After leaving Shanhaiguan, the operation of dividing the troops into three groups and the way the army marched were too regular and even a little bit stupid. It was not something that the cunning Wang Yangming should do.

In fact, it’s not just Xiao Zhusi.

Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di, Zhu Laosi and so on, these military strategists who have been fighting for a lifetime and know how to fight, all have their brows furrowed. They can't even see it in the deployment of troops this time. The slightest hint of brilliance.

but.

They all know one thing. With Wang Yangming's temperament and cunning military tactics, it is absolutely impossible for him to attack someone head-on in such a blatant way. That is completely a novice's behavior.

however.

No matter how they guessed, they couldn't guess what Wang Yangming had in mind.

"Brother, what exactly is Wang Yangming going to do?"

"After the troops left the mountains and seas, the three route armies were scattered so far apart, and the area outside the pass was now a land of slaves. Once there was a sudden change, the armies would not be able to coordinate with each other at all. This is like a method of one ebbing and the other elevating. It’s really a taboo for military strategists.”

Lao Zhu frowned slightly. Even he, the founding emperor who had been fighting for a lifetime, couldn't understand it at all.

"That's right, brother."

Lao Zhu stood beside Ji Boying's lesson plan and continued in a low voice.

"Where did the 40,000 firearms troops mobilized for Chongzhen and the Ming Dynasty go? Where are Qi Jiguang and Chang Yuchun now?"

Ji Boying did not answer Lao Zhu's question. He just smiled and replied with two words.

"Just watch."

To watch a movie with depth, you have to be patient, especially if you watch something that requires your brain. Just watch it quietly before the final result is revealed.

At this moment, among the three projection screens under the 36D holographic projection, the one in the center was the Forbidden Army led by Wang Yangming. The close-up view was on the face of Wang Yangming sitting on a four-wheeled vehicle. His expression was peaceful and there was no hint of joy at all. Anger, sorrow and joy.

Only two words can be seen: confidence.

Xiao Zhu Si held his moldy cigar in his mouth, staring at Wang Yangming in the picture, subconsciously realizing.

"Who gave him the confidence?"

There was envy in Longqing's little bee's eyes: When will I become so confident? !

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PS: Wang Yangming (￣^￣): You think the war started today. In fact, I started this war two years ago. (End of chapter)