Tang Ruowang was not afraid in the face of doubts.
He said bluntly: "Master Fan, on the first day of August, I predicted the solar eclipse together with the Tatun calendar and the Hijri calendar. Hasn't it been proved?"
Unfortunately, Fan Wencheng did not appreciate it and refuted: "The Hijri calendar is short of two cups of tea (twenty minutes), the Tatong calendar is just short of one cup of tea, and your calendar is also short of one stick of incense (five minutes). minute)."
"The difference seems to not prove anything."
"alright!"
Dorgon shook his head and didn't care much about calendar matters.
In other words, safari does not value the calendar as much as farming.
His dark face was full of impatience, and he waved his thick arms as if to shoo away flies:
"Last time, we decided on the strategy of Li Nan to eliminate the invasion. Now that the imperial court has moved its capital to Beijing, it is now stable. It is time to take action."
"Brother, let me go and beat Li Zicheng."
My younger brother, Prince Duduo of Yu, said with a blushing face:
"My subordinates couldn't hold it any longer and wanted to go to Xi'an."
"You are interested in the gold and silver that Li Zicheng kidnapped from the capital!"
Dorgon laughed and said, showing special care for his brother: "Don't worry, no one will dare to take your credit."
"I can't do it without grabbing it."
Duduo couldn't help but said: "Brother, take down all the houses in the inner city and divide them among them, but there won't be much gold and silver."
"Furthermore, the Eight Banners disciples are fighting all over the world, and the land in the pass is so fertile. Don't they deserve it?"
Fan Wencheng, Hong Chengchou and others on the side were shocked, but their faces were as usual.
Isn't this the same as when the Mongols used to enclose land for pasture on a large scale?
"I will discuss this matter myself."
Dorgon glanced at the Han people's faces and said casually: "Together with Kong Youde, you will lead the main force of the Eight Banners from Henan to Tongguan to eliminate Li Zicheng."
"Thank you, Brother Wang!"
Duduo was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked him.
Kong Youde controlled most of the red cannons, so it was easy to capture the city. No matter how difficult and dangerous Tongguan was, it was just a matter of leisure.
"As for the other route, we have to cooperate with you. Prince Azig, Wu Sangui, and Shang Kexi will serve as your cover."
Dorgon easily revealed what he discussed yesterday to his younger brother: "In two days, the imperial court will issue an edict. You should make more preparations."
"What about Hauge?"
Duduo couldn't help but frown and said: "He has a high prestige among the Eight Banners. He personally leads the Zhenglan Banner. He has just restored the title of Prince Su. He can't be idle in Beijing!"
"How could I let him stay in the capital?"
Dorgon sneered and said, he is planning to carry out drastic reforms and appointments to the imperial court. How can he let Hauge stay in Beijing? Isn't this a delay?
"I'll leave a good place for him."
"Shandong, that is the arm of Beijing, which is just right for him."
Compared with Li Zicheng, who was hard-pressed, Shandong had been plundered for many years and was already half-abandoned and desolate, with very little merit. For Hauge, it was overkill and underutilized.
"Hehe!" Duduo chuckled: "Hauge has a fierce personality. When he hears this, is he going to be furious?"
"Hmph, I hope he doesn't appreciate praise."
Dorgon sneered, then looked at Fan Wencheng and asked, "How is it in Nanjing? What's the reaction?"
As the saying goes, Li Nan except Chuang, Dorgon of the Ming Dynasty always showed goodwill towards Nanjing and sent a large number of surrender ministers southward.
On the one hand, he persuaded Li Zicheng to surrender, and proposed to "reduce his title and return to the vassal, and be blessed forever", so that he could remain silent when Li Zicheng was beaten.
On the other hand, it also disturbed the morale of Nanjing's military so as to gain a glimpse of its politics and formulate necessary counter-policies.
"Reporting to the regent, the Southern Court is extremely fierce about reducing the title to a vassal, and not many people are willing to cater to it. After all, it is too groveling."
Fan Wencheng chuckled and said: "However, they are fascinated by the peace talks and hope to divide the world into two. They hate the shun army even more."
"Prince Yu's southern expedition must have encountered a lot of resistance, but..."
"Just what?"
Duduo couldn't help but said: "Isn't Mingren still so bold?"
"Your Majesty, in the land of Huguang, Zhu Yixi, King of Hanyang in the Ming Dynasty, is entrenched. Tonight and last month, he has expelled the Western thief Zhang Xianzhong, whether he is alive or dead."
Hong Chengen took over the conversation and said in a deep voice: "Although the Western bandits are not as good as Li Zicheng, they are still quite capable. They can defeat many with less, so they should not be underestimated!"
"King Hanyang? Zhu Yixi?"
Duduo was stunned, then laughed contemptuously: "Even Wu Sangui's Guan Ning cavalry is a defeated general under our Eight Banners. What does a little clan matter?"
"Hey, don't underestimate it!"
Seeing Hong Chengchou's embarrassment, Dorgon waved his hand and said, "Mr. Hong's words must be taken seriously. Duoduo, you have to be careful when you go south."
"However, since it is different from Nanjing, we are sending people there. As long as they surrender, the Qing Dynasty will not hesitate to break the soil and seal the king."
Hong Chengchou's expression softened and he cupped his hands and said:
"Zhu Yixi is a student of Sun Chuanting. He hates Li Zicheng deeply, so there should be no constraints."
"The Qing Dynasty treated him with gentleness, making him relax his vigilance and use a false way to attack Guo."
As he spoke, a proud smile appeared on his face.
…
Great Sanguan.
Zhu Meng was wearing armor and patrolling the city. Looking at the fallen leaves in the autumn wind and the rolling water, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
In the blink of an eye, a year had passed, and he was isolated in Dashanguan. If Hanzhong Mansion hadn't sent him food and grass every month, he would have suspected that he had been abandoned.
In September, he received news that His Royal Highness the King of Hanyang had regained Sichuan and had made great achievements. The civil and military personnel under his command must be constantly rewarded!
"pity!"
Zhu Meng looked at the reinforced city wall and the ten red cannons at the top of the city, and couldn't help but sigh:
"This guy Li Zicheng has been back for a few months, why are you just staying here?"
He clearly understands the new military merit regulations. Although it is said that no matter the number of people, only the contribution is considered, but will I really have meritorious service here?
"Command, command, reinforcements are coming!"
At this time, there was a sudden roar, and the joy could not be concealed.
"What?"
Zhu Meng was shocked. Reinforcements had finally arrived?
As he said that, he looked eagerly and saw a long team, about four to five thousand people, coming slowly.
However, all of them were tall and similar, and they seemed to be tired of the heat. They were naked from the waist down, which made people laugh.
If it weren't for the huge bright-character flag, he would have suspected them to be bandits.
The messenger came alone, bringing letters, seals, and transfer orders.
"My lord, Zhu Meng, may I ask, who is Zeng Ying, who was the commander?"
After confirming, Zhu Meng went down to the city to greet him.
"Commander Zhu?" Zeng Ying stroked his long beard and said excitedly: "I have heard of your reputation for a long time. Your hard work has made you great achievements. Your Highness has sent me to replace you!"
Zeng Ying laughed a few times and then became extremely enthusiastic.
And similarly, he also brought the award from the King of Hanyang - ten points of merit per capita.
