This sentence immediately reminded Dorgon.
His voice was loud and he spoke quickly: "Ask Tang Ruowang, the Qintian Supervisor, to come see me."
Several people on the side looked at each other.
Soon, Tang Ruowang, wearing an official robe and a black beard, came in a hurry. His Chinese was even better than Dorgon's:
"Tang Ruowang, the imperial eunuch, is meeting with His Highness the Regent——"
I saw him kneeling on his knees, his face full of respect.
In the late Ming Dynasty and early Qing Dynasty, kneeling on one knee was a rule that missionaries must abide by. Later, during the Qianlong period, kneeling on one knee was nothing more than the British seeing clearly the reality of the Qing Dynasty and having nothing to fear.
"Can you recognize this thing?"
Fan Wencheng handed the map of the fortress to Tang Ruowang.
Tang Ruowang stood up, took a brief look, and was stunned: "Reporting to the Prince Regent, this city is in Europe, and its name is Bastion. It is popular in the Netherlands and is used by the lowlanders to resist the Spanish—"
"But, how come this kind of city is in Qing Dynasty?"
Gang Lin was translating on the side, and Dorgon looked ugly.
Fan Wencheng shook his sleeves: "It seems that this thing was made by you missionaries..."
These words were heart-wrenching, and Tang Ruowang hurriedly raised his hands and said: "Scholar Fan, there are many craftsmen in Macau, maybe they are the drawings of Franji people——"
As he spoke, he said to Dorgon: "Prince Regent, although we missionaries look similar to the Franji people, we are North Koreans and Qing people, thousands of miles apart..."
"Okay!" Dorgon waved his hand and said, "Tang Jianzheng has been in the capital. He must have nothing to do with Mingren."
Seeing this, Fan Wencheng said no more.
"Is there any way to conquer this bastion?"
"Prince Regent, the bastion has great restraint on artillery. It can only be worn down little by little until all the troops and food are exhausted."
Tang Ruowang said one, five and ten.
After hearing this, Dorgon's face became even more ugly.
"Go down!" Dorgon said solemnly: "The artillery supervisor will have to trouble you."
The atmosphere in the hall instantly fell into solemnity.
"Nanjing, Zhu Yixi, must win."
Dorgon looked at everyone and said through gritted teeth.
In his mind, this man was different from other Ming emperors. He actually valued artillery as much as the Qing Dynasty, and he was not stingy about using artillery against the Franji people. He was really a serious problem.
The next discussion was nothing more than money and food, conscription, water conservancy and other issues.
Until the afternoon, there was sudden military news from Shengjing.
"Ninghai City was attacked by thousands of Ming troops, and several cities fell -"
Holding the military letter in both hands, Gang Lin felt his hands trembling. The Manchu text on it looked so hateful.
He stole a glance at Dorgon, who was a lightweight with wide eyes, as if he wanted to dig out his heart and eat it.
The few people on the other side lowered their heads and quietly distanced themselves.
"Ninghai City (Jinzhou Guard), Ninghai City in Fengtian Prefecture——"
"Why did the Ming army go to Ninghai City?"
"Maybe it came from Shandong, or from the sea..."
Ganglin trembled.
"Let Sheng Jing clean it up. If something goes wrong, just feed it to the dogs."
Dorgon said without mercy.
"Prince Regent, Fengtian Mansion is currently short of troops. Ming people must have snooped on the opportunity and deliberately took a boat there. They just want us to withdraw our troops and attack the east and the west——"
After thinking about it, Fan Wencheng's face turned extremely ugly.
"Although 90% of the Eight Banners have entered the pass, there are still more than 10,000 people left. It will be enough to clear out the rebels for a while."
Gang Lin said with confidence: "Fengtian Mansion does not have a bastion."
"Prince Regent, don't be careless, after all, this is the land of Longxing!"
"There are still many people in Fengtian Mansion, that's enough."
Dorgon made the final decision.
Fan Wencheng and others wanted to say more, but in the end they had no words.
At the time of entry, there were more than 40,000 elite cavalrymen from the Eight Banners of Manchuria, as well as their own loyal cavalry - 15,000 men from the Eight Banners of Mongolia, and more than 30,000 men from the Eight Banners of the Han Army who recognized thieves as their fathers.
The "puppet army" led by Kong Youde, who is greedy for life and afraid of death, has more than 20,000 people. The total number of bannermen and foreign vassals is about 110,000, and they are known to the outside world as 200,000.
In the past two years, hundreds of thousands of family members have been relocated to the customs, leaving very few people staying in Liaodong.
According to Fan Wencheng's estimate, even including the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, there were only 30,000 soldiers.
According to common sense, even the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty can crush the Ming army, so there is no need to worry about these thousands of people.
After the separation, Fan Wencheng sighed.
Of course he understood that if he sent troops to Liaodong, wouldn't it reveal the crisis of Fengtian Mansion to the Eight Banners in Beijing?
You must know that although they have entered the pass in recent years, the Eight Banners have always regarded Liaodong as their retreat. With their retreat blocked, Beijing must be in panic.
"Master, where have you been?"
Emperor Shunzhi, who was only nine years old, couldn't help but wonder when he looked at Tang Ruowang who had left and returned.
"The Prince Regent summoned me to ask questions."
Although Tang Ruowang knew that the emperor hated Dorgon, he still told the truth.
Shunzhi nodded slightly without showing any unusual expression.
He was obviously somewhat satisfied with Tang Ruowang's truth.
In fact, after Tang Ruowang's prediction of the solar eclipse came out, he was deeply loved by the superstitious Manchu nobles, who all thought that he was the person closest to God.
Moreover, he also predicted celestial phenomena from time to time, which was highly valued by Shunzhi and the Queen Mother.
Coupled with his identity as a Westerner, he could not pose a threat, so entering and exiting the palace was a matter of course.
"Thanks to the regent!" Shunzhi glanced at the young eunuch outside the door and said happily: "Otherwise, how could we live in such a beautiful palace?"
After speaking, he added in a low voice: "What did you say?"
"It's about the bastion..."
Tang Ruowang explained in a low voice, explaining everything about the scene just now.
Obviously, Tang Ruowang had been in Beijing for many years and had already seen clearly the power of the imperial power. Although Dorgon was powerful, he would inevitably lose power as the emperor grew up.
Therefore, he attaches great importance to the emperor.
He even saw Shunzhi's disgust for Dorgon, and would report news from the Manchu dignitaries every ten days and a half.
Even Dorgon's health status (fertility) is never concealed.
As an outsider, he also deeply understood that the reason why the little emperor was as stable as a mountain was because Dorgon had no heirs.
This is also the reason why the Two Yellow Flags compromised back then.
(As an aside, if Dorgon had an heir, I am afraid that after the death of Huang Taiji, there would be a civil war in the Manchu and Qing Dynasties, but the Ming Dynasty would still fall...)
"Akito is smart!"
Shunzhi shook his head, his precocious face full of joy.
Yes, it is joy.
When Dorgon entered the Pass, he took control of the Eight Banners. If he destroyed the Ming Dynasty, wouldn't he be wearing a yellow robe?
"Wait for me in a few years, and I will definitely lead the Eight Banners myself, and my horses will drink from the Yangtze River..."
Clenching his fists, Shunzhi made an oath.
After learning some Manchu script, Shunzhi went to visit his mother in high spirits.
As a result, if she was stopped by a Mongolian maid: "Great Khan, the regent is here..."
Shunzhi's face instantly turned pale.
Thinking of his mother, but flattering herself under the man who bullied him, he felt more and more disgusted.
After a long time, he clenched his fists and strode away.
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