Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 463 Yan Shenggong's Choice
"Then caress!"

Zhu Yixi pondered for a moment, suppressed the disgust in his heart, and spoke.

As a latecomer, Zhu Yixi's dislike for Wu Sangui comes more from novels and history besides TV dramas.

Especially thinking of the time when Wu Sangui sent people to strangle Yongli in history, Zhu Yixi felt a little suffocated.

It can be said that things hurt its kind, and it can also be said that the ass determines the head.

The impression of regicide lingered in his mind for a long time.

But people at that time were different. They didn't know Wu Sangui in history, they just thought that he led troops to avenge the king, and they still had a lot of sympathy for him.

Therefore, there were constant voices in the court to appease him, all of which were suppressed by the emperor. Even the former Bohai County King was just probing, without sincerity.

Wu Sangui obviously also noticed it.

But this time, in order to unify as soon as possible, Zhu Yixi could only grit his teeth: "With Wu Sangui Jinghou Zhijue, let him take a look at it!"

"Yes!" Wu Bangfu on the side hurriedly nodded in response.

Since Jin Yiwei was newly established, they have been the ones to do this kind of solicitation, and they have become familiar with it.

"I already have the eldest son, the only thing missing is the unification of the world!"

Zhu Yixi murmured, looking at the north, and began to feel anxious.

Shanxi and Henan are too far away after all, and I don't know if the supplies and troops can handle it.

The best way is to surrender the Qing army without a fight, just like the end of the Yuan Dynasty, and give up the Central Plains.

In this way, after he integrates the resources of the world, Liaodong will be pacified in two or three years with a little bit of wear and tear.

Zhu Yixi had thought about counting on the army to destroy the Qing Dynasty in one go, but he gave up in the end.

Because the enemy in the north is not only the Qing Dynasty, the Junggar people in the northwest, Li Zicheng, the Chahar Mongolia in the north, and Sun Kewang in the southwest are all his enemies.

If the elite lost too much and their vitality was seriously injured when the Manchu Dynasty was destroyed, it would be difficult to sweep the world.

Therefore, Wu Sangui's Guanning Army, which has been fighting for a long time, is very important. Wu Sangui is guilty, but the soldiers under his hands are supported by the court's money and food.

Unfortunately, Wu Sangui ignored his sincerity after all.

After retreating to Jinan, Wu Sangui stopped and assembled the Eight Banners, the Green Battalion, and about [-] soldiers and horses under his command, and took root under the city of Jinan to guard against death.

In this way, with only 60,000 people, Li Jizu did not go north willfully, but stationed in Dongchang Mansion, guarding the canal, waiting for the support of the imperial court.

The [-] soldiers and horses of the Beijing Battalion, accompanied by a large amount of food and grass, are continuously following the canal northward.

And the Cao Gang, which once tightened its belt to live, burst out again, and was hired by the court to transport soldiers and supplies.

Therefore, just wait half a month, Li Jizu's soldiers and horses will exceed 100,000 people, and with the momentum of Mount Tai, they will face Jinan City directly.

However, he didn't only care about Jinan City, but he kept sending partial divisions to attack other prefectures and cut off Jinan's wings.

Without the support of food and grass from other prefectures, Jinan can only be a turtle in an urn.

Li Jizu did not forget the Confucian mansion in Yanzhou, and sent people directly to meet him.

Before Wu Sangui left, he did not deal with Yan Shenggong, or in other words, Yan Shenggong did not need to deal with him.

Whether it is the Ming army or the Qing army, the Confucian mansion is there.

Whether it is Emperor Shunzhi or Emperor Shaowu, Duke Yansheng or Duke Yansheng.

Rather than bothering to transport Yan Shenggong away, it is better to let him stay in the Confucian mansion.

No, in the Confucian Mansion, Kong Yinzhi, No. 60 Fourth Yan Sheng Gong, was sitting, his face flushed.

At the age of more than 50, he weighed the money rattail on the back of his head, trembling uncontrollably.

And in front of him, there is a group of clansmen, looking at him one by one, keeping silent.

At this time, Kong Xingxie, the ten-year-old son, was standing up straight, looking at his father's trembling hands, and the scissors were about to stab his heart.

"Father, why don't you forget it!"

"Ok?"

Kong Yinzhi raised his head, came back to his senses, and stared wide-eyed: "What do you know, this ugly rat braid is exactly what the slave-builder imposed on us. It is a great joy to be able to correct it now."

As he spoke, he straightened his waist and showed a relieved expression: "When I see my ancestors after I die, I will have a bit of face."

The clan elders on the side only showed a hint of approval at this moment.

Even those mud-legged people know beauty and ugliness. They, the Confucian family, face the portraits of their ancestors day and night, and look at Yan Shenggong's bright forehead, and they don't get angry.

But there is no way, the arms cannot hold back the thighs.

Now that I have the opportunity to change it, it couldn't be better.

If it wasn't father and son, his son Kong Xingxie understood his thoughts and said, "Father, be careful!"

"If you call back after the Qing Dynasty, don't you have to shave your hair?"

As soon as this sentence came out, Kong Yinzhi stopped immediately, showing a hesitant expression.

Arms raised and lowered.

After a long time, he sighed heavily: "In order to keep our Confucian mansion, we are in a dilemma!"

"Father, you should hang yourself!"

At this time, Kong Xingxie's crisp voice sounded: "After it's twisted, it will take a while to grow. If the Qing army wins, wouldn't it be enough if you add another fake braid?"

"That's right!" Kong Yinzhi nodded, showing relief in his eyes.

Immediately, he swept across the clan elders and snorted coldly.

They just don't want to take responsibility and pretend to be deaf and dumb, which is abominable.

Who can understand my thoughts?
"Pa—" Kong Yinzhi twisted his braid as soon as he was cruel.

For a moment, he seemed to be relieved of a heavy burden.

……

In Datong, Shanxi, generals such as Azig and Haoge looked at the precipitous city of Datong with livid faces.

Even with the baptism of red cannons, for Datong, it seems to be scratching an itch.

"There must be a salvo of thirty or fifty guns."

Gritting his teeth, Azige said fiercely, "This Datong is harder to beat than Jinzhou."

In order to attack Jinzhou, the Manchu Qing mobilized almost all the cannons, more than a hundred, and bombed continuously for many days, surrounded the points to fight for aid, and then took Jinzhou.

As for Datong, the Ming army harassed and supported Yanmen Pass at any time, and the Qing army's artillery was also insufficient, so it was difficult to break through Datong in a short time.

At this time, Hauge no longer had the arrogance of the past, and he also deeply understood that this is a moment that is related to the life and death of the Qing Dynasty, and only joint efforts can do it.

"To win Datong, you must win Yanmen Pass, Taiyuan."

Hauge raised his head, showing determination: "For Datong, it's like fighting Jinzhou."

"We have too few troops."

Azig also became careful at this time: "There are only 20,000 people. If we divide the troops, it may be difficult to work."

"I think Jiang Yu is not that courageous."

Nikan said in a low voice.

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(End of this chapter)