Cao Xiyuan staggered out of the door, took a carriage, and came to a courtyard.
Introduction, silence, walked through a quiet path, and finally arrived at the center.
A large number of Han generals and one hundred and twenty-nine lieutenants gathered here. At this time, more than thirty nephews and relatives representing them came.
In name, they are discussing marriage, but in reality, they are afraid of the future, forcing them to unite together and discuss countermeasures.
Due to his seniority and status, Cao Xiyuan sat in the main seat.
There is only one topic of discussion, whether Shengjing can be saved.
"It can't be saved." A young boy said melancholy: "My father has not come back. Although there are organized wrappings in Shengjing City, there are only 40,000 to 50,000 people."
"I heard that we are planning to withdraw to the north."
At this time, someone came out with a specious news: "Whether it is Horqin or Changbai Mountain, Jilin Hall and other places farther north, I heard that many people have visited recently..."
As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.
The word "surrender" weighs as much as a thousand pounds and cannot be said.
Horqin, Jilin Hall, is this a place where people can stay?
Liaodong is already a bitter cold land, and the other side is even more remote and is basically a place where savages infest.
Without a city, there would be no establishment, thus returning to its previous loose state.
"Ning Guta has already started building a city, and a lot of people have moved there in the past two years."
At this time, someone broke the news again.
"It's too far there."
Someone said disdainfully: "It is in Jilin Wula (Jilin City). Long before, when they just returned from the pass, the imperial court built Jilin Wula. It is five feet high and can accommodate 100,000 people."
After withdrawing from the pass, the Manchus and Qing Dynasties were extremely worried.
They realized that Shenyang might not be safe if the offensive between the two sides changed, so they had to find a way out.
At this time, Dorgon decided to tear down the old city of Ula in Jilin, build a new city at all costs, and use it as a base to plunder the supplies of Sauron and other tribes.
There are Jilin Hall and Ninggu Pagoda Hall, and garrison generals, namely Ang Bangzhangjing, are stationed in the two places to prepare for their relocation.
Although this matter is secretive, it is an undisclosed secret. After all, it cannot be hidden, and the Eight Banners of the Han Army also have to take action.
Even if it is a move, someone will always come to the rear.
No one wants to be sacrificed, they just want to save their own family.
And some people think more, surrendering to Ming Dynasty is not a bad choice.
Many people were forced to surrender after being defeated, rather than surrendering on their own initiative.
Furthermore, some people are still high-level generals such as generals and guerrillas, but now they are in the lowest position and they have long been unwilling to accept it.
You want to recover what you have lost, and you want more of what you have gained. This is the human heart.
However, for Shang Kexi, Geng Jingzhong and Kong Youde, they can only go to the dark side.
In terms of official titles, they had reached the level of kings and could not be promoted; in terms of behavior, they were active rebels, bringing with them the most elite artillery and craftsmen of the Ming Dynasty to contribute to the Qing Dynasty.
In this case, the only way out is to commit suicide.
Shang Kexi sighed helplessly: "Who would have thought that the situation is so bad?"
Geng Jingzhong shook his head and smiled bitterly: "We can't beat them, the Ming army has changed."
Kong Youde's face was ugly. Seeing the appearance of the two of them, he could only sigh without saying a word.
"Have all the children gone to Jilin?"
Geng Jingzhong stood up and looked at the two of them.
"They're all gone." Shang Kexi whispered: "If you stay in Shengjing, there is only a dead end. It's impossible not to leave!"
"It depends on how the regent is chosen!"
People in Shenyang were in turmoil, and for a while, the Eight Banners showed signs of splitting.
The Meng Eight Banners, who came because of the benefits, also wanted to leave because of the benefits, and couldn't wait to leave Shengjing; while the Eight Banners of the Han army came basically as prisoners. The lower levels were loyal, but the middle and upper levels had different ideas and were looking for a way out.
No wonder the Han Eight Banners were like this.
The Eight Banners of the Han Army were established by Huang Taiji himself. It has only been more than ten years since they were directly subordinate to the emperor.
Now the person in charge of the government is the regent, Dorgon, the leader of the Zhengbai Banner. The two yellow flags are having a hard time, and the eight Han Banners are naturally even more sad.
Nowadays, the situation in the Manchu and Qing Dynasties is in turmoil. All three routes have been defeated. Tens of thousands of soldiers have been lost. Their vitality has been severely damaged. Seeing that they are about to be defeated, the Han generals naturally want to find a way to survive.
"Your Majesty, you are here."
When Da Yu'er saw Shunzhi's arrival, she was so happy that she hugged him hurriedly.
There was just a trace of disgust in Shunzhi's eyes, so he could only sit down and dodge his eyes, as if he was not used to such enthusiasm.
Da Yu'er saw it and could do nothing.
After she ascended the throne, she had strict control over her, and because of Dorgon, she was disgusted by him, so all her motherly love could only be wasted.
"Shengjing can't wait any longer."
After retreating from everyone, Dayu'er said in a deep voice: "I know you are tired of me, but now that it is about the inheritance of the Qing Dynasty, you can no longer stay in the palace and have to go to Jilin Wula."
"Mother, the Ming army has not arrived yet."
Shunzhi said stubbornly. He raised his chin and showed his firm eyes: "This war will not be lost. We still have 50,000 people."
"You can't take the risk!"
Da Yuer insisted.
"No, I can. I am the emperor of the Qing Dynasty. I want to lead the army of the Qing Dynasty to fight against the Ming people..." "Pa-"
"Fu Lin, it's not your turn to be willful at this time."
Da Yuer's slap made Shunzhi stunned.
Since becoming the emperor, he has never suffered such grievances. For a moment, he became angry with shame.
But in an instant, his mother's words extinguished all his persistence:
"I know that you want to command the army and use this victory to defend the city to seize power and take back your own power."
"Mother--" Shunzhi couldn't help being shocked.
"You came out of my belly, and I know everything you want."
Da Yuer touched his red cheek and kept blowing on the slap mark, for fear that he would be hurt.
Her eyes were sharp and full of shrewdness: "I can know this childish idea, and Dorgon can also know that the entire palace belongs to him."
"If you don't submit, you will be taken away by force. It will be even more humiliating then."
Da Yu'er said this with a look of fear in his eyes: "He will even depose you and establish an obedient emperor again."
"At that time, Hauge will not be qualified to object."
Shunzhi was speechless for a moment. The words stored in his throat had been completely defeated. His face was pale and full of fear.
After touching his son's head and placing it on his chest, Dayu'er said with pity:
"But don't worry, I won't let him succeed. You can only be the emperor. You were destined from the moment you were born."
"Dorgon was seriously injured. He has only a few years to live. You can endure it for a few more days, just a few days..."
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