Emperor Ming Dynasty

Cao Xiyuan staggered out the door, took a carriage, and came to a courtyard.

Introduced, silent, walked through a quiet path, and finally came to the center.

A large number of generals of the Han army gathered here, including 120 nine assistant leaders. At this time, more than [-] nephews and relatives representing them came.

In name, it is to discuss marriage and marriage, but in essence, it is fear of the future, forcing them to unite and discuss countermeasures.

Because of his seniority and status, Cao Xiyuan sat in the main seat.

There is only one topic of discussion, whether Shengjing can be kept.

"I can't keep it." A certain young boy said melancholy: "My father didn't come back. Although the city of Shengjing organized wrapping, there are 5 to [-] people."

"I heard that they are planning to withdraw to the north."

At this time, someone spread a specious news: "Whether it is Horqin, or the Changbai Mountain in the north, Jilin Hall and other places, I heard that many people have been there recently..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.

The word surrender is as heavy as a thousand catties and I can't say it.

Horqin, Jilin Hall, is this a place where people can stay?
Liaodong is already considered a place of bitter cold, and it is even more remote there, and it is basically a place where savages haunt.

Without a city, there would be no institutional system, thus returning to the previous loose state.

"In Ninggu Pagoda, the city has already started to be built, and a lot of people have migrated in the past two years."

At this time, someone broke the news.

"It's too far away."

Someone disdainfully said: "It is in Jilin Ula (Jilin City). As early as in the front, when I just returned from the pass, the imperial court built Jilin Ula. It is five feet high and can accommodate 10 people."

After exiting the customs, the whole Qing Dynasty was very aware of urgency.

They realized that if the offensives of the two sides changed, Shenyang might not be safe, so they had to find a way out.

At this time, Dorgon decided to overthrow the old city of Ula in Jilin, build a new city at any cost, and use this as a base to plunder the materials of Sauron and other tribes.

There are Jilin Hall and Ningguta Hall, and garrison generals in the two places, that is, Angbang Zhangjing, to prepare for its relocation.

Although this matter is secret, it is an undisclosed secret. After all, it cannot be hidden, and the Eight Banners of the Han Army will also take action.

Even if it is a relocation, someone must come to the rear.

No one wants to be sacrificed, they only want to protect themselves.

But some people think more, surrendering to Ming Dynasty is not a bad choice.

Many people were forced to surrender after being defeated, rather than voluntarily surrendering.

Furthermore, some people were born as high-ranking generals such as generals and guerrillas, and now they are resigned to the bottom position, and they have long been unwilling to reconcile.

Want to restore what you lost, and want more of what you got. This is the human heart.

However, for Shang Kexi, Geng Jingzhong, Kong Youde and King Sanshun, they can only go one way to the dark.

In terms of official rank, they have reached the rank of county kings, and there is no way for them to be promoted; in terms of behavior, they are even more active rebels, bringing along the most elite artillery and craftsmen of Ming Dynasty to contribute to the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

In this case, there is only one dead end for casting.

Shang Kexi sighed helplessly: "The situation is so bad, who would have thought of it?"

Geng Jingzhong shook his head and smiled wryly: "I can't beat it, 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.

"The whole family has gone to Jilin?"

Geng Jingzhong stood up and looked at the two of them.

"They're all gone." Shang Kexi said in a low voice: "If you stay in Shengjing, you can only die, you can't go!"

"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 here for profit, also wanted to leave because of profit, and couldn't wait to leave Shengjing; while the Han Army Eight Banners basically came as captives.

It's no wonder that the Han Eight Banners are like this.

The Eight Banners of the Han Army were established by Huang Taiji himself, and it has only been more than ten years since they were directly subordinate to the emperor.

But now the regent is in charge of the government, Dorgon, the leader of the Zhengbai Banner. The two yellow banners are sad, and the Han Eight Banners are naturally even more sad.

Now the situation in the Manchu and Qing dynasties is turbulent, all three routes have been defeated, and tens of thousands of soldiers have been lost.

"Your Majesty, you are here."

When Da Yuer saw Shunzhi's arrival, he was overjoyed and hugged him hurriedly.

It's just that a trace of disgust flashed 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 had no choice but to do it.

After he ascended the throne, he was strict with himself, and because of Dorgon, he was disgusted by him, and his mother's love could only be wasted in vain.

"This Shengjing can't wait anymore."

After retreating from the crowd, Da Yuer said in a deep voice: "I know you are tired of me, but now that things are related to the inheritance of the Qing Dynasty, you can no longer stay in the palace and go to Jilin Ula."

"Mother, the Ming army hasn't come yet."

Shunzhi said stubbornly, he raised his chin and showed his firm gaze: "This war will never be defeated, we still have 5 people."

"You can't take that risk!"

Da Yuer insisted.

"No, I can, I am the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, and I want to lead the army of the Qing Dynasty against the Ming people..." "Pa——"

"Fulin, it's not my turn to be willful at this time."

Da Yuer's slap stunned Shunzhi.

Since he became the emperor, he has never been wronged like this again, and for a while, he became angry from embarrassment.

But in an instant, his mother's words extinguished all his persistence:
"I know that you want to command the army, use this victory to defend the city, seize power, and take back your own power."

"Mother—" Shunzhi couldn't help being startled.

"You came out of my stomach, and I know what you're thinking."

Da Yu'er touched his flushed cheek, and kept blowing on the slap mark, lest 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 whole palace belongs to him."

"If you don't submit, you will be forcibly taken away, and it will be even more humiliating."

When Da Yuer said this, fear appeared in his eyes: "Even, he will abolish you and re-establish an obedient emperor."

"At that time, Hauge has no right to come out and object."

Shunzhi was speechless for a while, the words stored in his throat had been completely crushed, his face was pale and full of fear.

Touching his son's head and placing it on his chest, Da Yu'er said with pity:
"But don't worry, I won't let him succeed. The emperor can only be you, and you were doomed from the moment you were born."

"Dorgon was seriously injured, he won't live for a few years, you have to endure it for a few more days, just a few days..."