Signed to Zhu Cihong, Prince of the Late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 384 Chapter 384, the Ming army celebrated the great victory, and the Manchus were in a hurry

It was late at night, and the battle had temporarily come to an end.

The Ming army camp outside the city was filled with joy.

Everyone had smiles on their faces, and even the wounded soldiers in the wounded barracks were bragging about their achievements and looking forward to a life of receiving a lot of rewards after their master returned to the court.

Among the commanding tents, Zhu Cihong sat at the head, and dozens of Han and Mongolian generals, including Yinggong, Li Guozhen, Li Dingguo, and Abu Nai, took their seats accordingly.

Zhu Cixiang smiled and said: "In the past many years, Ming Dynasty and Mongolia were indeed enemies, but I would like to thank Jiannu. Their rise changed this and allowed the union between Ming Dynasty and Mongolia. became possible.”

Abu Nai said very respectfully: "Your Highness, as early as decades ago, my father Lin Danhan and Daming had joined forces to curb Nurhachi's slavery."

"This time, Abu Nai is not only to abide by his father's last wish, but also willing to bring the Chahar tribe to join Daming, and to be the frontier of Daming Yongzheng from generation to generation!"

After Abu Nai's words came out, many Ming generals present had unexpected expressions on their faces.

Both Mongolia and Ming have been fighting for hundreds of years, and now Abu Nai, as the son of the Great Khan of Mongolia, publicly swears allegiance to Ming and is willing to join Ming, which is extremely rare.

In this regard, Abu Nai's heart is actually like a bright mirror.

After seeing the musket cavalry of Ming Dynasty, Abu Nai knew that the glorious moment of the Mongolian cavalry would soon pass.

No matter how powerful bows and arrows are, there are limitations. A normal person can learn to shoot in 5 minutes, but it takes at least five years to get started with bows and arrows!
This leads to a problem, as long as the Ming Dynasty has enough muskets, it can train hundreds of thousands or even millions of musketeers anytime and anywhere.

And what about the Mongols?At its peak, the population of the Chahar tribe was more than 50. The entire tribe, men, women, old and children, combined, was as many as the number of Ming musketeers.

How can we fight this battle?I can't fight anymore.

Since you can't fight, then surrender!
The grasslands are always dominated by the weak and the strong. When the Huns were strong, all grassland people called themselves Huns. When the Turks were strong, everyone was Turkic, and later everyone became Mongols...

Since the Ming Dynasty is now powerful enough to make people surrender, why can't the people on the grassland become Ming people?
Reasonable, very reasonable.

Abu Nai said respectfully: "After this battle, Abu Nai is willing to invite Ming officials to settle in the grassland and obey the orders and dispatches of the Ming court. There will be no second thoughts!"

Zhu Cihong looked at Abu Nai, the smile on his face became more intense.

"Abu Nai, Daming needs a courtier who knows the times like you!"

Many generals of the Ming Dynasty also breathed a sigh of relief and became excited.

The Chahar tribe surrendered, the Horqin tribe was dispersed, and the entire Monan grassland was officially included in the territory of the Ming Dynasty from now on.

This is the largest expansion of territory since the founding of the People's Republic of China.

They participated in and witnessed this history with their own eyes!
Zhu Cilang smiled and raised the wine glass in his hand.

"Everyone, the battle is not over, so I can only have a drink today. After conquering Shenyang, we will return to Beijing, and I will drink with you for three days and three nights!"

"Come, join Bengong and respect Daming!"

Everyone laughed and raised their glasses.

"Respect Daming!"

The atmosphere in the Ming army camp outside the city was fiery, but in the Manchu and Qing palace halls inside the city, there was a dead silence.

It was very late at night, but Dorgon, the assistant king of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties, still couldn't fall asleep.

A burst of footsteps came with the fragrant wind, and Dorgon raised his head subconsciously, and saw Dayuer, the empress dowager of the Qing Dynasty.

Da Yu'er gently put a bowl of soup in front of Dorgon, and said softly: "Go to sleep after drinking this bowl, will you continue to command the battle tomorrow?"

Dorgon shook his head, took Dayu'er into his arms, and sighed: "How can I sleep now that the war situation is so rotten?"

Da Yuer leaned his head on Dorgon's chest, and said softly: "I'm a woman who doesn't know about that, but since the founding of the Qing Dynasty, it's impossible to be lost by a failure, right?"

Dorgon didn't speak, but stretched out his hand and hugged Dayu'er even tighter.

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After a long time, the smoke disappeared.

Da Yuer left, and Dorgon, dressed in pajamas, was sitting in the hall in a daze, not knowing whether he was reminiscing about the beauty just now, or thinking about the current battle situation.

There was another sound of footsteps, and Dorgon raised his head slightly. After seeing the person coming, his brows relaxed a little.

"Prince Zheng, you are here, please sit down."

The one who came was none other than Prince Zheng Jierhalang, who was previously the two assistant kings of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties with Dorgon.

Jierharang still had wounds on his face, apparently from when he was imprisoned by Hauge a few days ago.

Looking at Dorgon, Ji Erhalang also had a complicated expression.

"Prince Rui, after I heard that you had regained power, I never thought I would be alive to see you again."

Dorgon laughed out loud.

"Prince Zheng, do you think I will kill you?"

Jilharang chuckled.

"If the old man is in your position, you will definitely execute the old man immediately after Hauge is executed, and then just plant the blame on Hauge."

Dorgon nodded slightly.

"To be honest with Prince Zheng, I actually thought so for a while."

Jierharang paused.

"So, should the old man thank Zhu Cihong?"

Dorgon laughed out loud.

"Yes and no."

"What do you mean by Prince Rui's words?"

"Prince Zheng, you may not understand the situation just now, so let me tell you briefly."

"Prince Rui, please speak."

"Now there are about 15 Ming troops outside the city, and about [-] Qing troops in the city."

"Fifty thousand? The Qing army only has fifty thousand?"

"Yes."

"What about the other troops, what about the one you led?"

"It's all gone, not today."

"..."

Jierhalang looked at Dorgon in disbelief, and spoke again after a long time.

"So, now the Qing Dynasty..."

Dorgon nodded.

"Yes, the current Qing Dynasty has fallen into a desperate situation, Prince Zheng. The Ming army may break through Shengjing City at any time, but at this moment, you and I have no choice but to join hands and mobilize all forces Hold this city."

Jierhalang was silent for a long time, then nodded.

"Understood, the old man will go back and make arrangements."

Dorgon quietly watched Jierhalang leave.

After a long time, there was a long sigh in the palace.

"Is it true that the Qing Dynasty will be destroyed in our hands?"

Dorgon was extremely depressed at the moment, even a little desperate!
(End of this chapter)