"The marriage with the Chahar tribes will continue."
Dorgon emphasized again with a straight face.
"The Chahar tribes are still living well, but the Khalkha Mongols suffered many casualties in Beijing. After returning home, they stamped their feet in anger and complained a lot."
Luck Dehun sneered.
"The Khalkha Mongols were just slaves in the past, but now even their masters, the Chahar tribe, have surrendered, and they still haven't forgotten to rebel."
Daishan stamped his feet and said in a deep voice: "Four hundred years after Genghis Khan died, even the powerful Dayan Khan only unified Monan, and the Khalkha Mongols still tried to unify all the Mongolian tribes."
"How can we let them get what they want?"
Dorgon said with murderous intent: "If you are still dissatisfied, just kill them. In the past, we wanted to win over the Mongols to suppress the Han people, but now we are just killing the chickens to scare the monkeys."
Killing the chicken to scare the monkeys made everyone look confused.
I don’t know which monkey this is scaring, Monan Mongolia? Han people? Or these people?
Everyone has a lot of thoughts about this.
"There will be a hunt next spring, and I will see how many wild wolves there are."
After the regent left, no one dared to look at him.
"Mafa!" Luck Dehun's team Daishan shouted and left directly.
Hauge and others on the side looked incomprehensible.
After the others left, Dai Shancai shook his head, walked slowly, and muttered: "The old wolf is defeated but does not grow old. I don't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing."
In any case, the only one who can preside over the affairs of the Manchu Qing Dynasty now is Dorgon.
In the harem, Emperor Shunzhi also learned of the convening of the meeting immediately, but no one told him the specific content.
"Hey!" Shunzhi glanced at this familiar yet unfamiliar palace and was silent for a moment.
When he was a child and ignorant, he only thought that the palace in Shengjing was the most luxurious place in the world.
When he came to Beijing, he suddenly realized that in front of the Forbidden City, the palace in Shengjing was not as good as a mansion in Beijing.
Rough, narrow, and even dwarfed.
However, when I came back here again, I felt bitter in my heart.
"Your Majesty—" At this time, Tang Ruowang, wearing official robes, walked over cautiously.
"Where did you go, sir?"
"The regent has something to do with me. I'm afraid I won't be able to see your majesty in the future." Tang Ruowang said with a bitter smile.
"What's going on here?"
"The regent sent his ministers to build forts in western Liaoning."
"This is to serve the country, so go ahead and do it well."
Shunzhi said helplessly.
"By the way, sir, do you think Sheng Jing is a little too young?"
Speaking, Shunzhi suddenly asked.
"It's good to be big, and it's good to be small. For me, it's easier for me to travel less. It's good to be able to see His Majesty as soon as possible."
Tang Ruowang bowed slightly: "But if you can enter the customs once, you can get it twice or three times. Your Majesty, don't be too discouraged."
"I understand." Shunzhi nodded and immediately fell into deep thought.
When he went to the harem to look for his mother, he was stopped again.
"Damn it, Tang Ruowang just left for a while!"
Clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, Shunzhi's dissatisfaction with losing Guannei was all concentrated on Dorgon.
…
At this time, Li Zicheng, who was far away in Qinghai, also received news from the Central Plains.
Squatting on the wool blanket, swaying kumiss wantonly, a group of soldiers chatted and laughed, holding a smelly Mongolian woman in their arms, their morale was high.
Although Gushi Khan was determined to kill the thief, the weather on the plateau was really unpredictable.
Two months were wasted to assemble the army, and by the time they were halfway there, winter had arrived on the plateau.
The grassland has withered and turned yellow, and the desert has become a desperate situation. We can only watch Li Zicheng clean up the Qinghai area, but there is nothing we can do.
By this time, Li Zicheng had come to several tribes in Qinghai and surrendered nearly 70% of the tribes.
Although they were severely beaten in the Central Plains, Li Zicheng's Shun Army could be said to have no single enemy in the Qinghai area.
Let’s not talk about armor, let’s talk about arrows. The Mongols in Qinghai still use bone arrows, which can be said to be extremely disappointing.
Without the iron tools from the Central Plains, the Mongols' combat effectiveness dropped by more than 10%.
At this time, he was drunk on kumiss, and he was swaying: "Drink, keep drinking."
"The Emperor also drinks, let's drink together."
The generals didn't show any concern and responded directly.
Only a few civil servants looked on with smiles and expressions incomprehensible.
"Prime Minister, can this Heshuote Department be formed into an army?"
Song Xiance tilted his head and asked in a low voice.
"I don't know, but it should be possible."
Niu Jinxing shook his head, and then nodded, showing a thoughtful look: "Heshuo Special Department has tens of thousands of households, and can form at least 10,000 mercenary troops, and can also provide us with additional war horses, which is a great help."
"No one else will mention it. For now, it's okay to protect our northwest front line."
"As for counterattack..."
Having said this, Niu Jinxing shook his head slightly and said nothing.
But Song Xiance knew clearly that this was just a big cake to satisfy his hunger.
Without sufficient weapons and armor, it was almost impossible to win the battle, and the Ming army would not give them a chance.
Seeing the generals who were not thinking about Shu, Song Xiance muttered: "Although it is common to distribute the spoils of war, how should we take them back in this grassland?"
The biggest spoils this time were cattle and sheep. In addition, there were slaves, tents, and even land.
Li Zicheng was very generous and knew how to appease the soldiers who had lost consecutive battles, so he distributed 70% of the spoils.
In this way, almost every soldier was assigned a woman and became a man.
These things are not like gold and silver jewelry, which are easy to carry and can be taken away. They are clumsy or even impossible to take away.
Under such circumstances, how could they, the counselors, not be worried?
Suddenly, a cavalry galloped over. Seeing such a huge open-air banquet, they were a little confused for a moment.
Song Xiance responded to him in time, but the drunk Emperor Dashun now fell to the ground.
"What?" Song Xiance shouted immediately after looking at the military document.
For a moment, the scene was quiet, and then it became noisy again.
And he presented the general article to Niu Jinxing, who was furious.
After a long time, the two had no choice but to find Li Zicheng, dragged him back to the rear, and made him drink sobering soup.
After vomiting for a while, Li Zicheng came back to his senses: "What's wrong?"
"Your Majesty, take a look!"
Upon seeing this, Li Zicheng's pupils immediately shrank, and there was no trace of alcoholism on his face.
"When did this come from?"
"I came here not long ago."
"OK!"
Li Zicheng gritted his teeth with hatred and his voice trembled: "Even the Manchus were able to break out of the pass. What a great skill!"
As he spoke, he circled around the tent, thinking about countermeasures.
"Do you two have any good ideas?"
Li Zicheng asked directly with one eye widened.
"If we were still in Ganzhou, we could attack Shaanxi when it was unprepared, but now that we are in the Heshuote Department, the road is difficult and it is too late."
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