Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 275: Flitting cotton, fluffing cotton, fluffing half a pound of cotton into ounces

The players did not know Dorgon before, but when they captured Ajige, they had already tortured him to find out the portrait features of most princes and beile, so as to avoid missing any slave chieftain when killing the Tatars.

"Ajie" also knew from this that the person in front of him was Prince Rui of the Qing Dynasty.

He had heightened the values ​​of his five senses before attending the meeting. He pinched his thigh flesh with his right hand and twisted it up and down. Suddenly, he felt a surge of pain and sadness. Two lines of turbid tears immediately flowed out of his eyes, as if a relative had died.

Ajie's tears welled up more and more, as if the person sitting in front of him was not a living person, but the tablet of a dead person. He wanted to go forward to complain, but he fell to the ground and swallowed a mouthful of mud before he took half a step.

Lying on the ground with his head held high, the mud and hard dirt on his face tumbled off. Ajie complained tearfully, "I have finally seen the prince... When my general died, I longed for the day when I could return to the Qing Dynasty and avenge him. Today has finally come!"

However, Ajie's performance failed to penetrate Dorgon's mind. The latter only saw Ajie chattering but could not hear a single word.

The message has to be conveyed by Baoyi standing in the middle. The two of them are like fools talking to each other from a distance. You cry yours, I talk mine, and the world is complete with Baoyi being the only one who suffers.

Dorgon sat upright and uttered a few tentative words.

For example, details that only you know, such as where you went hunting in a certain year and month, whose troops were in the vanguard of a certain battle, but stayed behind to guard the main camp during the battle...

Fortunately, the Beiwei Army had Ajige in their hands. They made a last-minute effort a day ago and arranged for players in Liaoyang to inquire, and then went offline to inform their brothers in the Beiwei Army.

After Ajie resolved these temptations one by one, Dorgon finally admitted that this was Shang Kexi's defeated army.

"Our troops won a great victory the day before yesterday. How did the Ming army react?"

"The entire Ming army fears the Qing army's advance, and deserters are seen daily. The other day, a Ming army unit in southern Liaoning clamored to leave, and a large number of them responded, forcing the Beiwei army commander to draw his sword and kill them. All the camps inside and outside the city erupted in chaos... Seeing the Ming army in chaos, I quickly gathered my old men and fled. On the way, we encountered a large Beiwei army battle. I personally killed a guerrilla and presented him to His Majesty!"

"Oh? So the Ming army is at the end of its rope. Once our great Qing warriors arrive, they will collapse?"

Dorgon's words revealed confidence and pride.

Ajie couldn't guess what Dorgon was thinking, but he didn't want Dorgon to continue marching to attack Huangzhou, otherwise the night attack plan would be ruined.

So he quickly made amends, "I'm not sure either. I only know that the Han army is in great disarray. I'm afraid even a strong defense of the city wouldn't last more than three to five days. Once the Beiwei Army withdraws to Liaodong, Your Majesty will be the master here, and retaking Liaodong will be just around the corner..."

This round of ambiguous intelligence and flattery made Dorgon rationalize his decision. "Haha, although our Qing warriors are brave enough to fight, we must not underestimate the Beiwei Army. When facing a ferocious beast, the best strategy is to surround it on three sides and leave one side open, so as to prevent it from fighting even if trapped."

He would never forget the mad charge of the 800 Black Flag Battalions, bathed in flames, that year.

Hearing this, Ajie was secretly delighted. Dorgon decided to proceed steadily and cautiously instead of forcing a march to the city of Huangzhou today.

The first step of the night attack plan was completed.

Just as Ajie put his worries aside, Dorgon gave him another test: artillery bombardment.

Most of King Sanshun's troops had received "Western-style training" in Shandong.

The firearms instructor was a Portuguese veteran hired from Macau. His firearms and artillery skills were at the top level in the Ming Dynasty. It could be regarded as the Ming Dynasty's version of a partial "Westernization Movement."

Originally, the Ming court wanted to hire a thousand Portuguese musketeers to attack the Tartars. The remuneration and personnel had been negotiated, and the mercenary group was halfway to Dengzhou Prefecture.

However, he was dissuaded by a high-ranking official's words "Don't let the Western barbarians spy on China's mountains, rivers and coastal defenses." In the end, he only hired a group of instructors with less than a hundred people to train the Ming Dynasty's "New Army."

However, the well-trained soldiers eventually became the three princes of the Qing Dynasty, which gave the Tartars an advantage for free. This directly led to the Qing Dynasty's firearms level being improved by several levels, and it was even able to suppress the Ming Dynasty.

If it were an ordinary surrendered soldier, he would probably be stumped by the test of cannon shooting.

But who are Ajie and others?
He had fought guerrilla warfare in the Beggar Army, beaten the Tartars in the Black Flag Camp, hunted down bandits in the deep mountains and forests, and fought a decisive battle of 100,000 troops in Liaodong. He had been through water and fire, and fought battles in the south and the north. He was a tough guy with a strong character who was tempered by high-intensity combat experience.

Others may fight intermittently for two years, but the combat group players are like crazy people who fight non-stop, die, revive, and fight again. Two years of experience is better than five years.

If every player uses a bloody filter, adjusts the sensory level to the highest, and adapts to the atmosphere of the bloody battlefield, then they will be the combat elites that the country continuously cultivates.

A mere smoothbore cannon is no problem at all.

When dozens of small leaders came to the artillery prepared by Dorgon, almost everyone was able to operate two cannons, firing shells one after another with a very high hit rate.

Although the hit rate of the Red Cannon and the Divine General Cannon was very low, in the eyes of Dorgon, an ancient man, it was already a high level of treasure!
Dorgon tried his best to suppress his restless facial muscles and not let his surprise show.

Based on the level of this artillery bombardment, Dorgon was able to recruit this army.

"Ajie" on the side stared at Dorgon's back in a trance.

If Dorgon had not been afraid of death and had not been surrounded by hundreds of elite guards at all times, he would have wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of the artillery test to turn the artillery around and directly kill Dorgon.

It’s a pity that the Red Cannon is a heavy artillery and cannot be moved without the cooperation of several people. Moreover, if he dares to move, the Bayala around him will chop him up immediately.

Ajie thought there was no need to rush, there would be plenty of opportunities to deal with this evil guy Dorgon in the future.

Dorgon had no idea what the surrendered soldiers were thinking. His mind was filled with joy at the advancement of his own artillery. Then, as if realizing something, he looked towards Ajie, who was not far away, and asked, "Where is your Majesty's main force?"

When Huang Taiji sent Dorgon and Jirgalang to attack the court, they clearly returned to Liaodong with the main force, but how come Liaodong was gone just a few dozen days later?

"The Beiwei Army said I was a traitor and refused to take me into Liaoyang. I only know that Your Majesty led his troops to fight the Ming army, then fled to the grasslands. I heard he was heading even further west..."

Ajie was not worried that Dorgon knew about the Tujiatun decisive battle. After all, he said that he was a "traitor" and was not led by the Ming army to fight the battle for the country's destiny. It was reasonable that he did not know the specific details.

"Um……"

Dorgon nodded slightly when he heard this. When Huang Taiji was lying on the bed, he ordered the Aisin Gioro family to evacuate Liaodong and enter the grassland. After accumulating strength, they just need to observe the changes in the Ming Dynasty.

It seems that the rumors told by the surrendered soldier confirmed the emperor's instructions.

Dorgon laughed in his heart, thinking that the Beiwei Army really did not know how to recognize talent. They had such talented artillerymen but still cared about "identity prejudice".

Now that there was chaos within the Beiwei Army, these talented people immediately thought of finding another wise leader, which benefited Dorgon instead.

Artillery was now the key to land warfare; whoever could fire farther and more accurately would have a greater tactical advantage. With this growing strength, Dorgon no longer had to fear the chaotic Beiwei Army; it was only a matter of time before he could expel this ferocious force.

At present, as long as Dorgon rules Korea, he can be sandwiched between the emperor far away in the grassland, and Liaodong will still become a bloody battlefield for the Ming Dynasty.

In the future, Dorgon's status will also rise.

After the decisive battle in southern Liaoning, Dorgon could see that Huang Taiji was not as healthy as before, but he was still a strong man.

As long as Huang Taiji passed away, he would be the undisputed leader of the Qing Dynasty, and no one could stop him from ascending to the throne, not even Hauge.

From a prince to the king of Shitu, and then to the supreme leader of the empire, with the power of life and death and thousands of troops in his hands, Dorgon felt his blood boiling just by imagining it.

This group of surrendered soldiers was like a messenger sent by God, telling Dorgon that he was the true man of destiny!
Finally, Dorgon ordered his subordinates to properly accommodate the 800 surrendered soldiers, and to provide them with daily meals according to the standard of the Eight Banners of the Han Army plus 20%.

These people are Dorgon’s Wuzhen Chaoha, the sharp knives for him to conquer the world!

……

Full of confidence, Dorgon chose to set up camp nearby. All the Manchu and Mongolian beile and beizi, senior generals of the Han Banner, and even the nobles of the two classes who had recently surrendered from Korea gathered in one tent.

Dorgon placed a simple homemade map of Korea in the tent. Oil lamps placed around it illuminated the entire map. Korea appeared particularly large on the map and was divided into several small pieces.

When His Majesty the Emperor fled to the grassland, all the nobles of the Eight Banners realized that the land of Korea would be their habitat for the next few years before they could retake Liaodong.

As for the Beiwei army that has not been defeated yet, they are already dead bones in the grave, and they will run away after a simple attack.

At the moment, it is most important to divide up the "big cake" of Korea. Otherwise, how can Dorgon continue to drive the Eight Banners nobles to continue working for him?
Dorgon tapped the map three times, connecting the three southwestern provinces of Korea. "Prince Zheng will remain in Hanyang, so I will take them on his behalf. My brother and I will take Gyeonggi, Chungcheong, and Jeolla provinces together. Do you have any objections?"

The nobles looked at each other in bewilderment. Even though they had just arrived in Korea, they knew that the three southwestern provinces were fertile lands with many plains.

Dorgon and Jirgalang took three at once, they were so greedy.

They did not dare to confront Dorgon head-on. The great victory in the ambush a few days ago had already raised Dorgon's prestige. As long as Dorgon did not monopolize everything and left some cake for them, it would be fine.

"No." Everyone shook their heads.

The division of territory naturally required enclosing land and confiscating the property of all "stubborn elements" who did not obey the Eight Banners and enslaving them.

Dorgon was confident that he could suppress Jirgalang and even take over two of the three pieces of land instead of dividing them 50-50.

The acquired land and serfs could take Dorgon's strength to a higher level and consolidate his power.

As for the two classes attending the meeting, they had no say at all.

Just out of "favorable treatment" for those with more knowledge, Dorgon allowed the surrendered yangban to keep their own territories, and perhaps even get some leftovers in the process of enclosure.

However, the idea of ​​dividing the territory was not smooth sailing. A Mongolian prince was like a bandit who showed up halfway. Not only did he demand Hwanghae Province, he also wanted some areas in the northern part of Gyeonggi Province.

Dorgon thought to himself that he was just being polite. Do you really think this is a meeting to divide the spoils? Giving you a piece of land is already a courtesy. How could you actually want to snatch food from the Aisin Gioro family?
If it weren't for the fact that this prince had a strong military force and was an important member of the Eight Banners of Mongolia, Dorgon guaranteed that he would have turned the table over and given this man a slap in the face.

If the Qing Dynasty had not been established to integrate the grassland tribes, you, the prince, would still be suffering from the wind and cold on the grassland!

Dorgon banged the table in displeasure, pointed out the man's stupidity, and argued with him over the issue of territory distribution until they were red in the face.

The Mongolian prince was not to be outdone, claiming that his troops had made great contributions on the way to Hanyang. Without the support of the Mongolian tribes, it would be a question whether the Aisin Gioro family could gain a foothold in Korea.

Dorgon immediately announced that even if the Mongols left Korea and retreated to the grasslands, he could still defeat the Beiwei Army.

The Mongolian prince also heard the hidden meaning. He knew that Dorgon wanted to kick out the meritorious officials so that he could get less territory.

So the Mongolian prince turned into a fool with ears that could only go out but not listen, and was determined to take over a part of the fertile land selected by Dorgon.

If a quarrel arose, the Mongolian prince would say that at worst everyone would have to rely on their own abilities, using horsemanship and bows and arrows to decide, and whoever they grabbed would be the winner.

When this was said, the princes and nobles who had more troops naturally supported it secretly, but the Han army flags and the Korean yangban were worried.

If it really is a case of the survival of the fittest, what can those of the middle and lower classes get?

The rest of the nobles, both big and small, joined in with a conciliatory attitude, hoping to calm the dispute between the two and persuade them to put aside the dispute and drive away the Beiwei Army first. By then, they could talk slowly even if it took half a year.

"What if we capture the Beiwei Army?" Someone asked a question, as if defeating the Beiwei Army would be achieved soon.

"Kill them all. The Beiwei Army is unruly and difficult to control. They will not surrender." Someone suggested.

"Even the hardest stone will eventually break. Raise their flags, give them money and women, and I don't believe that the Beiwei Army will not surrender." Another Beile spoke.

Dorgon grinned. "The Beiwei Army is an elite force that dares to fight. It would be a shame to kill them all, but we need to discipline them properly... The Beiwei Army loves to be beaten and killed. We can also use the May Day beating and killing method. Let the Beiwei Army slaughter their own people and then send a group of prisoners back to completely cut off the defeated troops' retreat. Then, we will give the remaining ones wealth and glory, and they will surrender even if they don't want to."

"That's only after you defeat the enemy."

"We'll set out tomorrow. We'll be at the gates of Huangzhou in two days at most. Even if the Beiwei Army wants to escape, it will be too late."

……

When the "game" falls at night, the reality on the other side is daytime, and countless players wake up from their game helmets and game cabins one after another.

They opened social software and browsed important information from like-minded groups, and fragmented graphic sketches appeared in major game groups.

A map of the Qing army camp was quickly pieced together.

The player will remember this information, then quickly wash up, recharge, and put on the gaming helmet again, or walk into the gaming cabin to enter the game.

Soon, somewhere in North Korea, a group of thousands of soldiers quietly stepped out of the city, and the "guide" who had gone out several miles in advance led the way.

(End of this chapter)