Signed to Zhu Cihong, Prince of the Late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 179 Chapter 179, The British Duke was terrified, Zhu Cihong saw Dorgon
When Zhu Cilang learned that Dorgon had actually sent an envoy, he was actually rather surprised.

He was even more surprised when he knew what Dorgon's envoy had requested.

"Dorgon wants to have an interview with me?"

After a short period of surprise, Zhu Cihong looked at the braided guy opposite him with some amusement, who looked very unpleasant no matter what he looked at: "Dorgon, are you sure you want to do this?"

The other party nodded and said: "Yes, our master really hopes to negotiate peace with His Royal Highness in person. We decide the time, and you decide the location, but the requirement for the location must be twenty miles away from Gubeikou."

The British Duke spoke almost subconsciously: "No, absolutely not!"

The envoy ignored Duke Ying, but focused on Zhu Cihong: "Our master said, he heard that His Highness the Crown Prince is the most capable person in Ming Dynasty today. Doesn't His Highness the Crown Prince even have the courage to do so?"

Zhu Cilang laughed: "It's really a boring aggressive method."

The British Duke heaved a sigh of relief, Xindao His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was indeed wise, and he could see the opponent's aggressive tactics at a glance, so he probably wouldn't be fooled now.

Zhu Cihong continued: "Go back and tell Dorgon that there is a hill 25 miles due north of Gubeikou, and I will ask people to light three fires there in advance."

British Duke: "???"

The messenger nodded and said, "See you in three days."

Seeing the figure of the envoy leaving, the Duke of England jumped three feet high: "Your Highness, this is absolutely impossible!"

Zhu Cilang smiled and looked at Duke Ying: "Why, are you worried that something will happen to me? Don't worry, it's impossible for Dorgon's rotten fish and shrimps to get me."

People with a system are very hard-nosed when they speak.

The British Duke directly grabbed Zhu Cihong's arm, with an expression that if you don't agree to me, I will never let go: "Your Highness, other things are fine, and the old minister must never promise His Highness the Crown Prince. If Your Highness Something went wrong, how can the old minister explain to His Majesty?"

The British public disagreed with life and death.

Zhu Cilang pondered for a while, then suddenly said: "My lord, you won't forget that this palace is your supervisor again, right?"

The British Duke was stunned for a moment, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, at the next moment, Zhu Cihong said with a half-smile: "So, if you still disagree, I can only use the special power of supervising the army to dismiss you as the chief general."

British Duke: "..."

Although Zhu Cihong was laughing, the Duke of England knew very well that Zhu Cihong was serious!

three days later.

Standing on the Great Wall at Gubeikou, Ying Yinggong watched Zhu Cihong ride away with five thousand cavalry, feeling full of melancholy.

"Your Majesty, you really gave birth to a good prince!"

After regaining his senses, the British Duke began to order his subordinates around him.

"Be prepared, if there is any bad news from His Royal Highness, the whole army will attack immediately!"

The British man was very nervous, but Zhu Cihong was looking forward to it.

"Old Fang, tell me, after Ben Gong sees Dorgon, do you want to give him a headshot on the spot?"

Fang Gongqian froze for a moment when he heard this question, and then nodded frantically.

Zhu Cihong laughed out loud.

But soon Zhu Cihong discovered that Dorgon was not a fool.

In a prairie, the hills are undulating, and there are three piles of fires that have just been extinguished on one of the larger hills. This is the agreed place between Dorgon and Zhu Cihong.

When Zhu Cihong rode his horse up the hill and found hundreds of musketeers standing behind Dorgon, his expression was still very subtle.

Dorgon laughed, and explained seriously: "I heard that His Royal Highness has an artifact that can kill people at a distance of two hundred steps, so I have to guard against it."

As soon as Zhu Cihong heard Dorgon's Chinese dialect full of scum, he couldn't help but subconsciously wanted to ask him: "What are you looking at?"

Zhu Cilang restrained the urge to die, and got off the horse.

The reason why he was able to be so calm was that a hundred fire gunners had also been prepared by his side.

There is nothing on the hill, a table, two seats, and even a jug of wine and two wine glasses.

Dorgon poured wine for Zhu Cihong, then raised one of the cups, and drank it down: "I have heard about the young hero of His Royal Highness, seeing him today really makes me feel that this trip is worthwhile."

Zhu Cilang picked up the wine glass, waited for a while, and found that there was no systematic reminder in his mind, so he also drank the wine in one gulp.

Like this kind of rice wine, its degree is actually only ten or twenty degrees, which is almost equivalent to the level of the original wort of Dawusu. Considering that the wine glass is so small, it is no different from mouthwash to Zhu Cihong .

Zhu Cixiang said, "If you have any questions, just tell me."

While speaking, Zhu Cihong looked at Dorgon.

This is a very temperamental person. Although his braids are tied, there is still a faint majesty exuding from this person. His eyes are as sharp as a falcon, and he seems to be able to see through people's hearts at any time.

Dorgon laughed and said, "Actually, what I mean is very simple. I just don't want to fight. You also know that Jierhalang is my mortal enemy. It doesn't matter if he loses me, and I won't avenge him. As long as the prince Your Highness can let me return to Liaodong safely, and I will pretend that this war never happened, how about it?"

Zhu Cihong said: "No."

This action made Dorgon, who was pouring his second glass of wine, stop immediately.

Dorgon put down the jug and said, "Why not?"

Zhu Cihong said: "You still bring hundreds of thousands of people from our Ming Dynasty with you."

Dorgon thought for a moment and said, "I can release one hundred thousand of them."

Zhu Cihong said: "You have to release all of them, plus Hong Chengchou's head."

Dorgon laughed: "This is impossible. Your Highness, you have to be clear. I am not Jierhalang. The troops in my hands are the real elites of the Qing Dynasty. They defeated you in the Songjin War and surrounded Beijing." The elite of the city!"

At this moment, Dorgon's gaze was like a knife.

Zhu Cihong hummed, and said, "Then, let's meet on the battlefield."

Zhu Cixi stood up, got on his horse, and said condescendingly to Dorgon: "I'm afraid you won't recognize me when we meet again next time."

After saying this, Zhu Cihong turned around and rode away.

Dorgon looked at the back of Zhu Cihong leaving quickly in surprise, and it took a long while before he understood the meaning of Zhu Cihong's words just now.

It is of course impossible to recognize anyone from a human head.

Dorgon was silent for a moment, then stuffed the spout of the wine jug into his mouth, gulped a few gulps, and then laughed.

"You're so young... full of vigor!"

(End of this chapter)