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Chapter 317 King Yang's Envy and Jealousy

Wu Sangui was not stupid. If he didn't take this opportunity to kill as many Eight Banners Manchu warriors as possible, how could he use the emperor to control the princes?
Five thousand Eight Banner Manchus are too many.

Three thousand is okay.

The three thousand Eight Banner Manchus could ensure that his twelve thousand troops would have an absolute advantage, enough to suppress them so that they would not dare to resist.

I still have to continue to reduce my penis size.

So even though the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty had agreed to all his requests, Wu Sangui still did not order the shooting to stop, not only against the Eight Banners soldiers, but also against the old, weak, women and children of the Eight Banners...

Of course we can't stop.

If they stopped killing them, those Eight Banners Manchu warriors would not attack the city walls in anger and suicide. They all killed people without restraint and took massacre as fun, so they didn't care about the women and children of their opponents. In fact, killing women and children was even more exciting for these guys. In this respect, they were no different from the Eight Banners warriors of the Qing Dynasty. After all, a large part of the cities that were lightly punished after the Qing Dynasty entered the pass were also done by these guys under Wu Sangui. So the soldiers who looked down from a high position, as well as those young and strong men with revenge, used their cannons and turtledove guns to happily kill the hardcore crops in the city like shooting targets.

The streets everywhere had already turned bloody, with corpses piled up and broken limbs scattered all over the ground. Since they could not escape to the imperial city in a short time, the elderly, the weak, women and children could only hide in nearby buildings.

But it didn't work.

In fact, it will cause more casualties among them.

After all, solid bullets in an open area cannot kill several scattered people unless they hit them exactly.

But it’s different if it’s in a building.

A solid bullet that penetrates a brick wall can almost wipe out an entire room of people, and the broken bricks it brings up are no less powerful than shotgun shells. Buildings can at most provide concealment, but the problem is that those cannons are high up and can overlook the city to the greatest extent, and they can basically see where the hardcore farmers are escaping.

Moreover, those young and strong people had lived in the inner city for generations, but were driven out by the iron-clad farmers. They were even more familiar with everything in the city than the iron-clad farmers. The young and strong people gathered around the cannons, watching the iron-clad farmers flee, watching them hide in the alleys, judging where they were hiding, and then instructing the gunners to aim and fire several kilograms of heavy shells, using terrifying kinetic energy to penetrate the walls and kill the people inside.

They were still cheering.

The Eight Banners Manchu warriors who fought back in the city roared furiously, watching their loved ones torn to pieces, and attacked the city walls like crazy, and then were shot like targets by countless muskets such as the turtledove guns.

Their dead bodies quickly filled the streets.

Hauge looked at Wu Sangui, who was enjoying the scene opposite him, with grief and anger.

but……

In the end, he turned around and staggered away from the Daqing Gate.

There's no point in him staying here.

Does he really enjoy watching his own people being used as targets?

Wu Sangui looked at the obviously hunched figure of the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty...

"waste!"

He said it with contempt.

"Your Majesty, Tang Yu is here."

Wu Guogui walked up to him and said.

The latter was a Ming army general from Zunhua who surrendered with Song Quan. However, he was different from Gao Di and others who surrendered at the same time. The latter brought his army with him. He had been dismissed from his post and stayed at home long ago. He was hastily appointed by Song Quan and then surrendered with only a small number of servants. Therefore, he was merely incorporated into the Eight Banners Han Army and stationed in Wangpingkou as an ordinary general.

He's just too old to fight, so I just gave him a job to support him in his old age.

Wu Sangui turned around.

"I pay my respects to the Regent."

Tang Yu, who already had a white beard, knelt down in front of him with a flattering smile on his face.

Wu Sangui waited for him to kneel down before he hurried forward to help him up...

"Uncle, you are so humiliating to me. You and my late father were close friends. How can I stand this?"

He said.

In fact, Tang Yu became a general earlier than his father, and should be considered on the same level as Zu Dashou, but he was just an ordinary guy in the Ming army.

"My Lord Regent, this is public and private, we don't care what happens in private, but I must kowtow to you now. Your Majesty has traveled thousands of miles to serve the emperor and eliminate traitors for the Qing Dynasty. After I kowtow, I will be at your disposal!"

Tang Yuyi spoke sternly.

Then, despite Wu Sangui's obstruction, he kowtowed to him.

"In that case, I'll have to trouble you, old general. After we enter the city, you'll be in charge of raiding Ajige's house."

Wu Sangui said.

"I will obey the order of the Regent!"

Tang Yu kowtowed to him again excitedly.

Wu Sangui looked at him with satisfaction...

After all, everyone is an old acquaintance, and they have been rolling in the same cesspool for generations. As one of the nine generals of the Ming Dynasty, he knows what kind of people these nine generals are. As long as he gives silver, everything will be fine. And there is no shortage of silver in the city. Although it is not as good as the nobles of the Ming Dynasty, the hundreds of thousands of hardcore farmers are still like a treasure house. Even if they capture women and sell them as slaves, they can still sell for millions. Now a woman can still be sold for more than ten taels, not to mention those concubines and princesses, who can be sold to the south and sent to entertainment venues, which is also a signboard...

Guys like Huang Fei and Lin Qingye have made a lot of money over the years by relying on those concubines and princesses.

And they do this kind of thing often.

Not to mention in my Qing Dynasty, even in my Ming Dynasty, these Liaodong generals have done this kind of thing many times.

Including selling out one's own compatriots.

In fact, a big part of the reason for the corruption in Liaodong in the late Ming Dynasty was that these generals captured their own refugees and sold them as slaves, and even engaged in such trade with the Qing Dynasty. As a result, they preferred the corruption in the war. After all, the more corrupt the war situation, the more refugees there would be, and the more slaves they could capture.

These bastards even captured the fleeing military households and made them slaves.

Wu Sangui turned and looked inside the city.

"Kneel down, kneel down and kowtow to me, and I will spare you!"

He suddenly shouted at the die-hard crops in the city.

"Quick, kneel down and kowtow to the Regent, you dogs and slaves!"

Tang Yu shouted like a fox taking advantage of the power of a tiger.

The dog slave behind was shouting obviously with excitement.

"Kneel down and kowtow to the Regent, you dogs and slaves!"

Then the soldiers and young men on the city wall also shouted happily together.

The old, weak, women and children of the Eight Banners in the city began to kneel down and kowtow to the city wall... "Prince Regent, spare my life!"

"Lord Regent, please spare these servants!"

……

They cried and shouted.

Those Eight Banners Manchu warriors looked at Wu Sangui with grief and anger.

But they were also discouraged at this time. After all, they knew that attacking was tantamount to suicide. Although they were inside the city and had horse paths to rush up the city wall, it was useless. One bullet could knock down the bravest soldier, and a cannon could turn around and beat Oboi into pieces. What's more, even if they really rushed up to fight hand-to-hand, they might not be able to defeat Wu Sangui's elite servants.

They are still clear about the latter's abilities.

Besides, their relatives behind them were also blown to pieces along with them!

"Kneel down and kowtow to me, and I will let you go!"

Wu Sangui shouted at them proudly.

The artillery fire on the city wall was still firing at the elderly, the weak, women and children of the Eight Banners in the city. Even those who had already knelt down and kowtowed were still being shot.

Those Eight Banners Manchu warriors finally surrendered. They knelt down helplessly on the ground and kowtowed to their new regent.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Wu Sangui laughed triumphantly on the city wall.

Two days later.

Xi'an.

"Damn, he really knows how to play!"

King Yang looked at the urgent report in his hand with some envy and jealousy.

The next day after his spy incident in the capital, he sent the news to Tianjin, and the speedboat there sent the news to Dengzhou that afternoon. Of course, it was actually a diesel-powered sailboat. Yang Feng built six of these speedboats specifically for sending letters. With a diesel engine and paddle wheels, and equipped with a longitudinal sail and a more scientific ship type, it can run more than ten knots in the right wind direction, and even if there is no wind, it can run six or seven knots relying on the paddle wheels alone.

As for not using propellers, it was because they were too complicated and required a higher level of technology. For the time being, he could not make it reliable, especially he could not guarantee that his men had the ability to repair them.

It doesn't matter if you use a paddle wheel.

Just add a belt to the diesel engine.

If it's really broken, the workers under him are capable of repairing it.

At this time, Dengzhou received a call directly to his sister...

Just wires.

He didn't even know how much he had taken out of the treasure bowl.

The remaining thing is to string the wires. Wooden poles can be placed one by one from Dengzhou to Andongwei. Although wires are indeed easy to be stolen in this era, fortunately, King Yang's divine aura is still very effective, and with patrols along the way, they have not been stolen so far. There is even a line to Qingzhou and Jinan, so Qiu Zude, the governor of Shandong in Jinan, and the Shandong Tongshan Society in Qingzhou can use the phone to call his sister. His sister has a transmitter and a wireless telegraph, which communicates with the other one here. This thing is not easy to touch. After all, he has only touched two in total. After all, he took things from the cornucopia randomly. Although he is sure that there is actually a mastermind behind the scenes, the problem is that the mastermind will not tell him in advance what he wants to touch, so it is still random to him.

Eventually, relying on all the random stuff he had figured out over the years, he pieced together a communications system.

The letters were delivered by motorboats and sailboats, and by horses on land. Then they were delivered to several cities by telephone, and then sent to his sister by wireless telegraph. Then he used a car radio to communicate in the war zone, and a handheld radio or walkie-talkie to communicate on the battlefield...

Ming Dynasty Informationization.

However, what he received now was actually the second piece of intelligence about the capital.

Same delivery route.

Wu Sangui used the emperor to control the princes and forced Haoge to appoint him as the regent. At the same time, he issued an order to deprive Jirgalang and Ajige of all their official titles and ordered their troops to obey the orders of the regent Pingxi Wang. Of course, this would be meaningless. Neither of them would listen. They were originally at the same level as Haoge, and it was none of their business whether Haoge lived or died. It would be better if he died. If Haoge died, Ajige would get what he wanted. But the problem was that the local tyrants in northern Zhili would definitely support Wu Sangui. After all, they all knew that Jirgalang and Ajige were going to run away.

If our Qing Dynasty runs away, what will happen to these local tyrants?
Abandon everything and flee to the outside of the Great Wall?

They simply couldn't bear to do so.

Just leave it there to be strung up on wooden stakes by Yang Feng and left to rot?

Of course that won’t work either.

So no matter what, I can't let the Qing Dynasty leave like this. We have to die inside the Great Wall. If we have to be joined by Yang Feng, we have to go hand in hand. No one can escape by themselves without them. It was the Qing Dynasty that came here and forced them to surrender. Now we can't just separate like that. How can it be so easy?

But it was not too difficult for Jirgalang, after all, he had just passed Yuankou. He only needed to abandon Hauge and his relatives in the capital and go directly north through the pass. Although it was not that simple, after all, the relatives of his Eight Banners Army were all in the capital.

Not everyone has the determination to kill his wife to prove his faith.

But Ajige is still in Handan!
He wants to leave?
The powerful people along the way said, "You traitor, do you want to rebel?"
We will eliminate you, the traitor, for the Qing Dynasty.

Besides, most of Ajige's subordinates were Han troops and Green Banner troops, who were either controlled by local tyrants or easily bribed by them. After all, for wild dogs like the Green Banner Army, they would listen to whoever could give them food. Wu Sangui controlled the capital, which was equivalent to controlling the finances of the Qing Dynasty. Although Ajige had soldiers, he had no money or food. Unless he could rob them, local tyrants were not easy to control. Besides, Wu Sangui still had more than 100,000 hostages in his hands. The wives and children of the Eight Banners Manchus under Ajige were all in Wu Sangui's hands. It was hard to say who they would listen to in the end.

It has to be said that Wu Sangui was very happy now. He had more than 100,000 hostages, was holding the emperor hostage to control the princes, and was sitting on the wealth that the Qing Dynasty had plundered over the years.

Regent King Pingxi!

This title is likely to make all of Dorgon's bones turn up from the Yangtze River.

It even made King Yang wish he could take his place...

"Still slaughtering the iron-clad crops?"

he said angrily.

This is even more exciting.

"Your Majesty, Ajige will not care about the capital. From what I have seen, he will try to get out of the pass directly. We should drive him west and make him go north to Xuanda, and then force Jiang Ge to intercept him and let them fight each other. As for Jirgalang, it is probably too late to stop him. It is okay if he goes through Shanhaiguan, but there is really no way to get out of the pass through Miyun or Zunhua."

Niu Jinxing said.

"Even if he escapes back to Liaodong, he can only survive.

Order Liu Fangliang, Liu Tichun, and Dang Shousu to attack Handan, with Liu Fangliang as the main general. I will order the armies of Dezhou, Linqing, and Xuzhou to march north, order Li Guo to attack Zhending, and Zhang Nai to attack Xingtai, to block Ajige's way west and force him to march north through the passes of Baoding. Order Wang Yongqiang to march north to Yanmen Pass, and the rest depends on Jiang Ge. If he wants me to pardon them, then give me a reason to pardon them. As long as they stop Ajige and wait for my army to march north to encircle and annihilate him, then I can pardon them."

Yang Feng said.

The current situation is indeed that we can only block one route.

Jirgalang was a smart man. He would not take the Shanhaiguan route. He would go directly through Zunhua. This route was also the one they were most familiar with.

However, it is impossible to intercept them along this route. After all, we cannot expect Huang Fei's subordinates to go deep into the mountains from the coast.

Let him run!
Just don't run away, Ajige.

(End of this chapter)