Southern Ming, my destiny is too abstract

Chapter 83 The Eight Banners descendants will never surrender to the Ming Dynasty, never?
"There are only a few thousand southern barbarians. A single Niulu can overwhelm them."

Duolong said confidently.

They don't look down on the chieftains of Yunnan and Dian.

If it is located near a mud village in the mountains, there might be some explanation.

Siege? Field battle with the Eight Banners?

It's purely a gift for military merit.

Facing the elite Eight Banners, the chieftains' big brother, the Ming army, could only defend the city and the pass.

In the Central Plains and the south of the Yangtze River, it is not uncommon for hundreds of Eight Banners to chase and kill thousands of Ming troops.

To Duolong's right, the frail-faced Niulu Zhangjing Albi frowned slightly, "I'm afraid there are some remnants of the Ming army among them."

Li Dingguo's Dashi Army and the Ming troops that fought in Yunnan, Guizhou, Sichuan and Guangxi were still somewhat fierce.

Duolong waved his hand and said, "Five hundred at most."

"It's been almost three years since Wu Sangui conquered Yunnan and Yunnan. How many Ming troops could be hiding in the mountains and forests?"

"Those old Dashi troops were incorporated by Wu Sangui. Now they have either surrendered to the Ming in Mubang or have been stripped of their military command. They are now dispersing the old Ming troops throughout western and eastern Yunnan."

"Even if they want to rebel, they have Green Camp generals and local officials above them."

Duolong held up two fingers and said, "Even if there are Ming troops, at most we can just add another Niulu."

"We Manchus don't even need to be here. We can defeat them by sending those bondservants to bring their artillery and muskets."

After Duolong finished speaking, he narrowed his eyes and glanced at the dozen or so colleagues present.

Although Wu Sangui and Shangshan were defeated in Mubang Longchuan, they lost their troops and armor.
He even exaggerated the military strength of the Crown Prince of Ming to reduce his own guilt.

But eastern Yunnan and Kunming were still in the hands of the Qing Dynasty.

Even if some of the Ming Dynasty's remaining ministers rebelled because of Zhu Cixuan's power, and local chieftains rebelled because of Wu Hou's relics.

It's just a minor scabies.

Of course, they didn't really care whether there were hundreds or thousands of Ming troops.

Instead, he was pretending to be confused to ease the pressure of the big thing that was about to happen.

The Eight Banners Han and Baoyi outside the mansion were not nervous about the potential war.

But the atmosphere in the mansion hall was very solemn.

Du Hai, the cavalry captain who assisted the commander in managing Niulu affairs, hesitated and asked, "Should we really do this?"

"This is treason, a near-death experience."

Duolong turned his head and looked directly at him.
"Whose country is it? Is it the Daiqing Gulun of our two white flags, or the country of their two yellow flags?"

After Huang Taiji's sudden death, Hauge of the two yellow flags and Dorgon of the two white flags fought for power.

From then on, the direct descendants of Huang Taiji of the two yellow flags and the two white flags began to fight openly and secretly.

As for the Zhenglan Banner, which was raised by a stepmother, they would roll here if any side lost.

Just looking at his name, Duolong is related to Dorgon Dodo.

His father was a deputy general of Duoduo. Because of his military achievements, Duolong was named by Duoduo himself.

Seeing everyone lower their heads, Duolong continued speaking:

"Staying in Yunnan won't mean you're in danger of death."

"But there is no chance of survival."

"Prince Doni died in the capital under unclear circumstances. Shangshan is at least the great-nephew of our great-grandfather, so he has a chance to save his life."

"What about us, the direct descendants of the Regent and the Two White Flags?"

"Ult was lucky that his heart was on the right side, so he was not killed by the Ming general's crossbow."

"We must prevent those chieftains or the Ming army from causing chaos in eastern Yunnan. We will seize the opportunity to escape Yunnan and Yunnan. No matter how many troops the Ming Kingdom has in Hongshawadi, we will be the first to die."

"Don't say our plan is anything but treasonous."

"If Zhu Cixuan, who defeated Wu Sangui Shangshan, were right in front of me, I would be willing to surrender to the Ming and betray my country."

Dorgon's direct line, the Eight Banners military officers formerly of the Plain White Banner and now of the Third Class of the Plain Blue Banner, were stunned for a moment and were all speechless.

Damn Shangshan, he wiped out all 2,000 Han Eight Banners in Longchuan.

He transferred his own Jiala of the Bordered Blue Banner to Tengchong in western Yunnan.

If it weren't for the message from Ult, who almost died in the battle, they would have thought that Shang Shan remembered the regent's old kindness.

The result was not to pity these people at all and let them stay in Kunming.

Shangshan transferred his own Jiala, so what danger could there be in defending the city?

When General Ai Xing'a arrives in Yunnan and Yunnan, Goucao's Blue Banner will be rotated down, and they will take over, entering the meat grinder and attacking Hongshawadi.

There are even relics of Wu Hou that predicted the death of Emperor Shunzhi in Yunnan. Doni died of illness first, so it is possible that Ai Xing'a will arrive and execute them on the spot.

The defenders in the front just need to fight hard and kill the enemy, while the people in the rear have a lot of things to consider.

Duolong and his men were already dissatisfied with the court's decision to place them in Yundian City.

At that time, the court will send them to the front line to die.

After Dorgon's nephew Doni died of inexplicable illness, the only person who spoke for them was gone.

If you advance you will die, and if you retreat you will die, so you might as well just run away.

Albi gritted his teeth and said, "Eqik, do it."

"That's right. When the time comes, give those rebels a few red cannons so they can bombard Kunming City."

"Sichuan is not stable yet. We should go to Xi'an. There are tens of thousands of Eight Banners there. The Two Yellow Banners dare not blatantly harm us."

They spared the five thousand rebels just to let them disrupt eastern Yunnan.

He took the opportunity to escape to southern Sichuan under the pretext of suppressing bandits.

It is a dangerous place to leave Yunnan.

Everyone finalized the details.

Mancheng is close to Wuhua Mountain. By climbing up the mountain and setting up artillery, one can bombard Kunming City from a high vantage point.

At that time, we will take these chieftains and their soldiers with us and go directly through Xundian Prefecture to Dongchuan Prefecture, and then look for an opportunity to continue north to Shaanxi and Gansu.

While a group of people were discussing, Zhu Cixuan was led into the mansion.

Duolong, the leader, looked at the chieftain dressed in fancy clothes and said:

"I don't know where you get the courage to start a rebellion."

"But our Manchurian Eight Banners need your help, so your lives are temporarily saved."

Duolong stood up, holding his sword, and threatened:

"If you don't help, I will take your heads for the credit."

Albi frowned slightly. The Eight Banners soldiers of the Third Garrison of the Zhenglan Banner were all from the new generation who grew up in the capital.

Those messengers were even going on an expedition for the first time and had never seen Ming armor.

He realized something was wrong at the first moment.

"Where did you get the mountain armor?"

And almost everyone wore armor under his toga.

Is the gate commander who lets them into the city a fool?
Albi caught a glimpse of Niulu Zhangjing bowing to him out of the corner of his eye.

It was over, and the city guards were also having secret talks with them.

This group of Ming troops was allowed in by the unified orders of the generals in the city.

"It's not the chieftain, it's the Ming thieves, kill them first."

The other Qing generals also immediately came to their senses and drew their swords.

Seeing that his plan was finally exposed, Zhu Cixuan immediately shouted, "Go!"

After using the jade scepter for several months, Zhu Cixuan's accuracy has become impeccable.

He directly knocked several armored Eight Banners generals to the ground.

Hu Yiqing even relied on his brute force to lift a solid wooden table and smash it at the other Eight Banners generals.

Duolong was two breaths too slow, and when he came to his senses, all his teammates in the lobby had fallen to the ground with knives hanging by their necks.

He reacted quickly, dropped his sword, and knelt on the ground with his head in his hands.

Zhu Cixuan did not dare to slack off and ordered: "Duke Weiguo, lead the military officials to open the city gates and lead the troops into the city."

Hu Yiqing picked up the long sword of the Eight Banners general, called more than 20 people, and rushed out of the mansion.

The Eight Banners of Manchuria in the city, who had already noticed something was wrong, rushed forward with swords drawn.

However, they were no match for ordinary military officers of the Ming Dynasty.

Not to mention Hu Yiqing, a peerless general whose combat power is only slightly lower than Wang Fuchen.

The long sword was swung, and the brute force was comparable to a blunt weapon that could break armor. Blood and limbs flew everywhere, and he carved out a bloody path.

The Eight Banners infantry were frightened for a moment, and they all avoided the enemy's attack and retreated through a path.

A Manchu Eight Banners squad leader gathered two or three cavalrymen, and without caring about his companions and bannermen, he was too close to them. If he didn't start, he would not be able to charge.

When the sound of horse hooves became rapid, the four Manchu cavalrymen leaned forward, shouted and charged straight towards the short Ming general.

The scar on Hu Yiqing's face twisted like a centipede and he bent slightly.

He stood still with a knife in hand.

When the cold light of the Qing cavalry's long spear was less than ten feet away from him, he stepped forward, slightly tilted his body, and chopped the long sword on the horse spear. The brute force made the Qing army sergeant's body and the horse tilt.

Hu Yiqing immediately leaped up, and relying on his short stature, he avoided the sweep of the Qing army sergeant's horse lance, hugged him, and threw him to the ground.

His head tilted and his neck was broken.

Hu Yiqing grabbed the lance and swung it across, knocking the other three riders to the ground.

He picked up another spear and mounted his horse. Hu Yiqing held the spear under his left armpit and held a spear in his right hand.

They galloped towards the Qing army that had hastily gathered at the city gate and saw the Ming army attacking the city.

Seeing this, a deputy general of Niulu also led several cavalry to stop them.

The sound of whooshing through the air continued.

Hu Yiqing threw a long spear, piercing the Qing army's armor.

After the two long spears were thrown, they reached the position where the first long spear was standing on the ground with the corpse of the Qing army stuck in it.

Then he picked up the spear and continued throwing.

The control of force and distance is terrifying.

The street is half a mile long and stretches endlessly.

Wherever they passed, they saw only a dozen or so armored Qing soldiers with large holes in their chests.

When Hu Yiqing led the Ming army into the city, the Qing army, somewhat disoriented due to the lack of a general to command them, began to fall into chaos.

They could only disperse into countless camps and defend themselves under the leadership of squad leaders and Niulu deputy generals.

And wait until 5,000 Ming troops surrounded and controlled the city.

Zhu Cixuan walked out of the mansion with a dozen Qing generals. The Qing soldiers, who had been in a terrible state due to the surprise attack, could no longer hold on.

They began to disperse and flee.

However, the city was full of Ming army generals and soldiers.

The few Qing troops who tried to break out were hunted down and eliminated by elite troops led by generals such as Hu Yiqing, Bai Wenxuan, and Ma Bao.

Zhu Cixuan, standing on the platform in the parade ground, glanced coldly at the Qing army that could only continue to defend the barracks.

"If you don't surrender in one stick of incense, I will use my artillery to send you all to heaven one by one."

Looking at the sun, moon and dragon flag hanging on the top of the city.

The Qing troops in various places suddenly became hesitant.

Many of the Niulu deputy generals and the confidants of the Jiala generals knew that their generals were planning to commit treason and escape from Yunnan and Yunnan.

But that was in cooperation with the chieftain Nanman.

Rather than cooperating with the Ming army, it was not real treason.

What's more, they surrendered to the Han people.

But now, they can neither fight nor escape.

If we continue to defend, we will have to face artillery fire from the top of the city.

Some Han baoyi had already realized that the situation was not good, so they dropped their weapons and surrendered.

However, some young Eight Banner soldiers shouted loudly, not knowing whether they were ashamed or angry:
"There are only the Eight Banners of Manchuria who died in battle, but no Manchuria men who surrendered."

"The Eight Banners disciples will never surrender to the Ming Dynasty!"

After saying this, he took off his neck guard, took off his helmet, and committed suicide with a knife.

Seeing the bodies of their comrades who had committed suicide, the Eight Banners soldiers trapped in the barracks burst into an uproar.

Just as Ma Bao pushed out several cannons from the firearms warehouse.

Duolong on the top of the city wall struggled and said, "We surrender, we surrender to the Ming Dynasty!"

Duolong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the blade on his neck leave. He stood up, leaned against the parapet, and shouted to the Manchurian Eight Banners in the city:
"I am Duolong, the adopted son of Prince Yutong Duoduo and the deputy general of the Third Jiala of the Zhenglan Banner."

"You all know that our Prince Doni was killed by the two yellow flags. You should also know that Shangshan and the court want us, the remnants of Dorgon, to die."

"My dear old men, if we stay in Daiqing Gulun, we will die anyway. We might as well surrender to the Ming Dynasty and find a way to survive."

(End of this chapter)