"A loyal minister will not serve his two masters, and a chaste wife will not serve her two husbands. Go back and tell Huang Taiji not to have any wishful thinking."
Zhang Chun looked determined, but he was obviously much older.
Unknowingly, he had been captured for more than a year.
Time flies by, and all that remains in his heart is despair.
He understood that he could not go back.
Du Du clasped his hands, walked over, and stood side by side with him.
"You must choose between these two ginseng roots. Keep one and leave the other. I wonder which one you will choose?"
Zhang Chun looked sideways.
"Hmph, if a man dies, he will die without being humiliated. Such tricks on your part are just a laughing stock."
Du Du laughed loudly and looked around. There was no one within a hundred steps.
"Is Master Zhang willing to be trapped in the Sanguan Temple and die for the rest of his life?"
Zhang Chun asked, "Does Huang Taiji intend to negotiate peace with the Celestial Empire?"
Since being captured, Zhang Chun has not done anything.
During several conversations with Huang Taiji, he was always doing one thing. That was to lobby Huang Taiji to negotiate peace with the Ming Dynasty and end the war.
It's not that he's afraid.
After the battle at Dalinghe, Zhang Chun keenly realized that it was no longer possible to eliminate Houjin in a short time.
The best way is to maintain the war with Houjin, and then mobilize forces to quell the civil unrest in the country first.
After the internal stability is stabilized, it will be a good time to gather the strength of the whole country to attack the backend.
This is a routine that must first be settled at home before fighting foreign enemies. It has been through the ages and is not unusual at all.
It's a pity that Zhang Chun is facing the talented and resourceful Huang Taiji.
How could Huang Taiji not know that the civil unrest in the northwest was a good opportunity to weaken the Ming Dynasty?
He repeatedly sent troops to conquer the Nine Borders and invade the Ming Dynasty. Each time, the timing was when the peasant uprising was at a low point. It is not difficult to guess his intentions.
Therefore, Huang Taiji turned a deaf ear to Zhang Chun's persuasion and only gave him two choices.
Either use it for future generations, or keep it closed.
Zhang Chunqi came first, and the method he came up with was ineffective, so he was detained in the Sanguan Temple.
However, Hou Jin's custody of him was not very strict. Not only him, but also all captured Ming Dynasty officials, regardless of whether they were willing to surrender or not, were under very loose custody by Hou Jin's side.
For example, Zhang Chun, as long as he doesn't leave this courtyard.
The reason for this is that Houjin is very confident and predicts that they will not be able to escape Shenyang.
Du Du opened the box containing ginseng and showed it to Zhang Chun.
"Huang Taiji is wise and powerful, you can't deceive him with your thoughts. You'd better choose ginseng. Once you choose, it might be different."
Zhang Chun's eyes immediately narrowed.
He was keenly aware of the difference.
Dudu did not address the Great Khan, but called him by his first name.
what does that mean?
Seeing that he seemed to have tasted it, Du Du thrust the box of ginseng into his hand and said something before leaving.
"I am Chu Ying's son and the eldest son."
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"With strong support like Du Du, our chances of success are even higher."
Leng Sengji was very excited. After seeing General Wu's methods, he was so impressed that he fell to the ground.
"Du Du is a famous general. With him joining us, Huang Taiji can drink a pot of wine."
Wu Jiang flipped through the book and scoffed at his idea.
"Du Du? He's just an abandoned son."
Leng Sengji paused, puzzled.
"Du Du has a high position and great authority, not to mention that he has revealed his true feelings. Why is he an abandoned son?"
General Wu's face was calm.
"Du Du is just dissatisfied with his situation and feels that he has not gotten what he deserves. But after all, he is an important minister, unlike a dying man like Mang Gurtai. With such a person, you can get something more tempting. Seduce him, but you can't make him work hard with you."
Leng Sengji seemed to understand.
The cold wind in Shenyang City at night was biting, and those who had nothing to do had already returned home, watching the stove, eating hot food, and quickly got into bed.
Two people came to the Dizaimen (Little North Gate), dressed in snowflakes.
The flag officer guarding the gate rushed to greet him.
"Master Guerrilla, it's freezing cold, why are you here?"
The visitor is Dixik, a guerrilla from the Zhenglan Banner. He is the eldest son of Heshuo Beile Dege. He is responsible for guarding the city gate.
At this time, Huang Taiji had not yet been reorganized, so titles such as Jia La Zhangjing and Mele Zhangjing had not yet appeared, and the titles of the Eight Banners officers and titles were still in the Ming system.
As the eldest son of Heshuo Baylor, Dexik naturally would not look down upon a small flag officer. Instead, he pulled out the people next to him and shouted: "From today on, Gong'a will be your commander. This place You must obey his instructions in all matters."
Looking at the people introduced by Dexik, everyone had strange expressions on their faces, but they did not dare to talk too much.
Kyoua was wearing a shabby military uniform, and her nose was so cold that her nose was running out, but she was still very excited.
"Brother, thank you very much."
Dexik let out a long sigh, patted him on the shoulder, and said melancholy: "There's only so much I can do to help you. Work hard. If I have the opportunity, I'll recommend you to mount a horse and kill the enemy. Sooner or later, you'll get your credit back."
Kyoua nodded heavily and geared up, as if his whole body was full of energy.
Dexik only thought that this brother had ignited the hope of life, and didn't think much about it. After explaining, he turned around and went back to avoid the cold.
He didn't notice that there was a sharp look in Kyoua's evasive eyes.
His name is Gong'a, Aixinjueluo Gong'a.
With this surname, one should have countless glory and wealth.
It's a pity that his father's name is Aixinjueluo Amin.
A laughing stock who was greedy for life and afraid of death but eventually died at Qingshui Pass, and Huang Taiji was piled up with countless crimes.
Because of this incident, Gong'a suddenly changed from the respectful Bei Ziye to a penniless commoner. Even eating and living became a problem.
With no other choice, he went to find Dexik, his once best brother, and got a job shamelessly.
Guard the gate.
Everyone here knows him, so everyone feels strange about the arrival of such a boss.
Even though he is just a janitor, who wouldn't want to work with a boss with a bright future but have to hang out with such a criminal?
Kyoua didn't care. After Dexik left, his demeanor changed.
"I know what you are thinking, but please listen to me clearly. In any case, I am your superior officer now. If anyone does not behave well, I will not be merciful in exercising military law."
Everyone's hearts trembled, and then they remembered that it is better to be in charge than to be an official, and everyone should be respectful, without any disrespect.
Kyoua was very satisfied with the frightening feeling. He turned around and said to his servant: "Leave the things to them to pack, and follow me to patrol the city."
Seeing that Gong'a took office, he went on inspection tour despite the severe cold. Everyone was amazed and their views on this superior officer changed somewhat.
On the increasingly cold city wall high up, Gonga and the servant did not show any signs of joy, but were carefully inspecting the city defenses.
"General Black, how brave are you? How dare you come back in secret?"
The servant was very strong, staring inside and outside the city without any fear.
"I've died once anyway, so why should I be afraid? If I can make some waves, my life in this world will not be in vain."
After saying that, he smiled.
"Anyway, my descendants have been properly settled. I'm not afraid of being plotted by that doggy court. Of course, I have to let go and do something big."
Kyoua didn't want to hear this and just asked: "There are fifteen people in total, can you deal with them?"
The servant was full of confidence.
"I looked at them, and they were all old, weak, sick and disabled, and there was no way I could kill them. Besides, I have some good stuff here, so I can open the city gate without anyone noticing."
