Beiyang new warlord

Page 403

The hooves of the horse sounded again, and in the bloody scene of death and injury, there were still people who were seriously injured and still groaning, but no one dared to go to the hospital, and just watched the bitter brother Haha who was suffering with him die in pain, But squatting in the wheat field where the people were drowning, watching the Ming character flag billowing in the strong wind gradually going away, the hearts of those coated slaves once again felt ups and downs with emotion.

Dongjiang!

The dense transportation network of later generations, from the small town of Ji'an on the border to Shenyang, the train only takes more than ten hours. Song Xiance and the others set off from near Dandong, but they walked a full four times. There is no way. Compared with Dongjiang, this Qing Dynasty The roads in the territory are almost the same as the spoken words of their ministers in response to the emperor, scum!

Compared with Shenyang more than 30 years ago, the city now renamed Shengjing City has not flourished at all. The endless caravans in the past have disappeared here, and the residents of Shenyang City did not die under the massacre. Kicked out of the city and attached to the farm near the city wall, he became a garment slave. The city was only given to the nobles of the slave owners and their close slaves. The children of the Eight Banners came to live. The vitality was lost, and there were a few clusters of the feudal slave era. The rigid and depressing breath.

"Everyone from Dongjiang! Shengjing is here, I'll call the city gate for you!"

The Eight Banners officers who led the way also changed two or three times, but they all had one thing in common. They bowed their knees and accompanied the smiling faces. Who knows, at this time Song Xiance picked a thorn again, and he suddenly raised his child's palm The size of a slap.

"I am the envoy of the Dongjiang Governor's command to praise paintings! How can the imperial court order an official to enter the city so easily? Let your Lord Tartar come and greet you in person!"

Seeing Song Xiance waving his fingers fiercely downwards, Zheng Hongqi, the leader who was leading the way after changing shifts, almost cried

Chapter 378. I'm a shit stirrer

Let your emperor come out to meet Lao Tzu!

If any Liaodong general said this, he would have to make Jianzhou Jurchen laugh his teeth off, and then slash at him with a knife. Yuan Chonghuan didn't have this kind of treatment, but Song Xiance dared to shout it out, because they Dongjiang just killed you 20 The tens of thousands of troops piled up two huge Beijing Temples with their severed heads, and Mao Jue, General of the Dongjiang River, has the idea of ​​overthrowing you with another 20 yuan, and he has the ability to carry it out!

There are many people in our Dongjiang cannon, are you afraid of being a bastard?

Standing at the gate of the city, Song Xiance decided not to enter the city at all costs, scaring away a leader and Mei Lezhangjing, and in the end, Fan Wenju, an old traitor, didn't even invite him in.

At the same time, in the Dazheng Hall of Shengjing Palace, a group of Eight Banner Banner owners and nobles from Jianzhou also quarreled fiercely.

"Damn it, these Chinese dogs are so arrogant! Your Majesty, let the servants go out and chop them up, and come in with their heads!"

Completely forgetting what the Dongjiang shells were like, with a lame leg, Ao Bai yelled like a mad dog.

"That's right, Your Majesty, we old Manchus have been fighting here and there since the time of Taizu, but we were afraid of this dog once. The servant invited a group of elite soldiers. As long as the emperor gives an order, we will go out of the city and kill this dog!"

Boluo, Yue Le, and Abatai, who were either juniors or left-behind clans, also screamed wildly.

If a few months ago, let alone yelling like this, in the Dazheng Hall, a group of banner owners with yellow belts dared not breathe, who would want to follow in the footsteps of Amin Manggurtai?The chaos also reflected the decline of Huang Taiji's prestige. He ordered the entire army to retreat that night, and finally turned into a big defeat. He suffered a massacre under the nose of Dongjiang artillery fire. The emperor is even slightly critical!

But it’s not that there are people who understand, such as Dorgon, he knew too well that Huang Taiji’s order to retreat was timely. At that time, the army was short of food, fighting for many days, and morale was low. The morale on the battlefield is high, and there are hundreds of Hongyi cannons. If the siege lasts for a few days and the food is exhausted, and the Dongjiang army bites and attacks, these 6 or [-] people will not be able to return.

But Dorgon also had selfish intentions at this time. Huang Taiji looked at him several times, but he always pretended to be deaf and dumb, and said nothing.

In the end, Huang Taiji's worried eyes fell on Jierhalang again amidst the rage.

This prince is not a descendant of Nurhachi, but the sixth son of Nurhachi's younger brother Surhaqi, but he was raised by Nurhachi since he was a child, so the core of the Qing court did not exclude him. He was confinement to death, but he still maintained a very high position in Houjin and was named Prince Zheng.

However, this status was not obtained for no reason. Under the eyes of Huang Taiji, Ji Erhalang also had to stand up tremblingly. He is an old man of the Eight Banners. The sound stopped, and the Dazheng Hall finally became a little quieter.

"Everyone, no matter how brave the Timberwolves are, they have to spend some time licking their wounds, and no matter how brave the warriors are, they have to have time to breathe and rest. The old man is right!"

"Although we won a small victory against the Mao Manzi in Dongjiang this time, our Eight Banners have already shed too much blood. How many families are there wearing mourning all over the city!"

"Didn't Taizu once succumbed to Li Chengliang's command? After the thirteen sets of armor set up troops, he also paid tribute to the Ming court for many years. Only then did he announce the Seven Great Resentments. With our current Qing Dynasty, let's take a breath and let my mother raise the little warrior." Daddy, can't you take this tone back?"

Seeing that Boluo Yuele and the others still seemed unconvinced, Jierhalang's eyes turned cold again, and he scolded him fiercely.

"If you can't bear this breath, stand up now and give you a soldier, raise your troops and go to Dongjiang to have a showdown, which one of you will go?"

Finally, this sentence completely shut up everyone. People like Huang Taiji, Dorgon, and Azig can be regarded as ruthless people recognized by the Eight Banners. ?People are like this, they shout louder than anyone else when they shout underground, but when they really have to take responsibility, few people dare to take this courage.

"But, the Dongjiang barbarian asked the emperor to greet him! We, the Qing Dynasty, can't afford to lose face like this!"

Don't underestimate a status. Whoever welcomes guests is not a small matter between countries. It's like a certain high-ranking official from the Chinese dynasty in later generations visited the United States on official business. It is impossible for him to meet him personally, and he can't afford to lose that Man! Today, if Huang Taiji puts down his face and goes out to meet tomorrow in person, maybe those Mongolian tribes who have finally been suppressed will have to bite back.

"This matter is easy to handle! I am a brave boy from the Eight Banners. Besides, Mao Dongjiang is an eagle who sees a wolf, and he has a rebellious bone in the back of his head. I am afraid he has a heart of disobedience. He Mao Dongjiang may not be willing to fight to the death with our Qing Dynasty. Today, the emissary's quarrel with the generals is just to increase his status, and to choose a clan banner head to welcome him is enough to save face!"

The scene was under control, and Jierharang couldn't sing a one-man show alone, he had to be helped anyway, and Huang Taiji's eyes fell on Dorgon again.

If he doesn't show up, he will really offend Huang Taiji. Even if he has a lot of cattle in the two white flags, he will not have a good life in the future. Bite his scalp, Dorgon still has to stand up, and it is also a respectful bow .

"Who can go?"

Finally, when the steps came down, Huang Taiji's voice relaxed a little, and echoed heartily in the hall. This Dorgon was also a bachelor, and he nodded neatly.

"My brother, go!"

At the gate of the city, it was almost noon at this time, and the setting sun was slanting down. The derogatory names of the descendants of the Eight Banners in later generations were not for nothing. Both hostile eyes were on Song Xiance. In this battle of Dongjiang, how many people in the city died under Mao Jue's artillery fire. Here, Song Xiance can also call himself a widow maker, and no one dares to refute.

But in this pair of hostile, blushing eyes of the older girl and the younger daughter-in-law, this big-headed melon seed doesn't care at all, and even a little bit willingly, arrogantly holding his head up.

On the other side, Fan Wencheng was already sweating profusely, and he was persuading him sadly.

"Lord Song, Your Majesty the Son of Heaven, going out of the city to greet him is not in line with the etiquette. If you go your own way, where will Dongjiang Maoshuai be? Go to the city when you are old!"

"Emperor? Hmph! A barbarian dares to call himself the Son of Heaven. You, a master who reads sage books, actually drink blood like a fool, kneeling at the feet of a barbarian. Don't be afraid that your ancestors will be uneasy!"

"I"

A person who has become a traitor has a lot of poor self-esteem, but no one dares to insult him in front of Fan Wencheng, and he was wiped out by this brain thief. It's like being beaten with chicken blood, you have been holding back for a long time, but you haven't figured out why.

But at this time, the sound of horseshoes suddenly sounded outside the door, as if being amnesty, Fan Wencheng went up a few steps like a child who asked an adult to complain, and hurriedly bowed heavily.

"Prince Rui, veteran"

It's a pity that when you become a slave, don't even think about saving face. Dorgon didn't even pay attention to him, and directly dismounted to Song Xian's horse, clasped his fists and nodded slightly.

"This Dongjiang envoy, this Prince Rui Dorgon, his elder brother is injured and sick, and his younger brother greeted him on his behalf. Please invite the envoy to enter the city, is it okay?"

Song Xiance is a shrewd person. He has reached this level, and he didn't even say a word of nonsense. Then he got off his horse, cupped his hands and said, "Prince Rui, please lead the way!"

"Please!"

Once again, the horseshoes stepped on the bluestone slabs and made a crisp sound. Fan Wencheng, who watched the two teams of cavalry disappear at the gate of the city and was hung outside the gate, felt his old face was hot, and made fun of the old Eight Banners nobles. In the sound, he also lowered his head and rushed into the city in a hurry.

In this battle, the reduction of the Qing empire was too serious. After seeing Mao Jue's powerful field combat capabilities, and the Japanese army, Li Chao's army had a large number of people, especially on the side of the Yalu River that day, Mao Jue was aggressive and wanted to fight across the river. It can be said that in the eyes of the Qing Dynasty, Dongjiang is a bunch of lunatics, and they have already tasted the price of provoking lunatics. The most urgent thing to do is, no matter Huang Taiji or the prince Baylor who fled back, they all want to make peace with Dongjiang as soon as possible.

So even though it was late, Song Xiance was immediately recruited to the Dazheng Hall.

"The envoy of Dongjiang pays his respects to the commander of the Jianzhou Guard!"

The first thing that happened at this meeting was that there was almost a quarrel in the Qing court. Later generations of British Magorney missions visited Qianlong and were trained for more than a month to kneel three times and worship nine times. Self-esteem is not weak, good guy, if you don't kneel down and say nothing, and call the commander of Jianzhou Guard directly when you meet him, it's a slap in the face.

"Bold barbarian, you are courting death!"

It was the grumpy Abate who was released as a dog, and was the first to bark.

But this time Mao Jue sent him Song Xiance, didn't he just smile to be a smiley person, if they don't mess with you, Song Xiance will have to mess with you, let alone scold him, but this old boy also Really big and cunning, swearing without profanity, turning his head to look at him, Song Xiance nodded his head loudly.