Ming Dynasty: Tanks blocked the door and you said to me, "Long live Ming Dynasty"

Dorgon curled his lips and had no intention of answering. He placed his left hand on the brazier to keep it warm, and occasionally threw a few raisins into his mouth with his right hand.

He is the same age as Wu Sangui and is also sixteen years old this year, but the rebelliousness in his bones has gradually emerged.

Duoduo remained silent. He was two years younger than Dorgon and had no right to speak in such occasions.

Instead, it was their cousin, Jirgalang, who was in his prime, who stood up.

"Great Khan, I believe that the Southern Ming will lose this battle. There is no need to worry too much."

Huang Taiji raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why do you say that?"

Jirgalang said slowly: "It is said that to resist foreign aggression, one must first stabilize the internal affairs. However, I have heard that the Southern Ming Dynasty has already been full of rebels. Li Zicheng, Gao Yingxiang and others in Shaanxi and Shan are becoming more powerful. In Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shandong, the White Lotus Sect is becoming more and more undisguised."

"As long as this internal trouble is not eliminated, no matter how powerful the Southern Ming emperor is, he will not be able to tangle with our Great Jin for too long."

"In my opinion, he is just a spent force, and he wants to use the power of his army to force our Great Jin to surrender."

"Then, we can free up our hands to deal with the rebels in their country."

"So, this battle is mostly about intimidation, and Tianqi may not really dare to start a war!"

Huang Taiji pondered for a moment and did not draw any conclusions from Jirgalang's words. Instead, he turned his head and looked to the other side.

"Fan Wencheng, what do you think?"

At this time, Fan Wencheng was just a staff member and did not even have a formal official position.

But compared to those Confucian scholars in the Ming Dynasty who only cared about love and romance all day long, he, as a Confucian scholar, seemed to have inherited more of the true teachings of Confucius.

His great-grandfather Fan Rui was the Minister of War during the Jiajing period, and his grandfather Fan Shen was the co-magistrate of Shenyang Guard.

With such a family background, judging from his appearance, he not only has the elegance of a Confucian scholar, but also the ruggedness of a military general.

If he were given a copy of the Analects written on bamboo slips, he would probably be able to fight Jirgalang in a duel.

But such a guy was willing to be a running dog of the Jiannu!

When he heard Huang Taiji's name, he knelt down immediately.

"Your Majesty, I think we should be more wary of Mao Wenlong of Pidao than the young emperor of the Ming Dynasty in Shanhaiguan!"

"I am worried that they will attack from both sides!"

"If Mao Wenlong succeeds, we won't even have a way to retreat!"

"boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Abai kicked over the table.

"Mr. Fan, what do you mean by that?"

"The Jurchens are invincible!"

"You mean, my Great Jin can't defeat the Southern Ming?"

"You are trying to disrupt the morale of the army before the battle even begins. I will kill you first!"

As he spoke, Abai drew the scimitar from his waist and prepared to chop it towards Fan Wencheng's head.

"stop!"

Huang Taiji was very unhappy when he saw this, so he shouted, picked up the cup and threw it at Abai.

"Mr. Fan is a noble of our Great Jin. Who allowed you to make your own decisions?"

Abai was Nurhaci's third son, and according to seniority, Huang Taiji had to call him the third brother.

After being hit by the cup, Abai immediately glared at Huang Taiji.

"What noble person!"

"He's just a surrendered Han Chinese!"

"In my opinion, he should be killed!"

Huang Taiji shook his head in disappointment, then looked at his other brothers.

"You think so too?"

The fifth brother, Manggurtai, said with disdain: "The third brother is right!"

"The Han people are spineless. Who knows if this slave will take advantage of the war to fight back?"

"So, killing is the best option!"

"But the woman in his family is pretty good, so you can keep her."

When Duoduo, who was only fourteen years old, heard this, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Huang Taiji looked at the brothers in front of him, shook his head again, stretched out his hand to pull Fan Wencheng up, and said with a friendly face.

"You go out first, Benhan will have a good talk with them."

Fan Wencheng dared not refuse, so he bowed and left the palace immediately.

After he left, Huang Taiji whipped Manggurtai on the shoulder and turned to look at the third brother Abai.

"You guys remember this for me!"

"Fan Wencheng can die, but not now!"

"The most important thing right now is how to deal with Nanming!"

Chapter 267 Why does he compare with me?

Huang Taiji's attitude was very tough, which made Manggurtai very unhappy!

A little guy like Fan Wencheng is now more important than me?

Touching the bloody marks on his shoulder caused by the whip, he looked at Huang Taiji coldly and said.

"Humph!"

"You can handle this matter yourself, Old Eight. I'm tired, so I'm going to go back and rest first!"

After he finished speaking, he left the hall without giving Huang Taiji a chance to refute.

Afterwards, the third brother Abai also felt humiliated, so he left with Manggurtai without even saying goodbye.

"boom!"

Huang Taiji was so angry that he grabbed a chair and threw it towards the door.

"Who else wants to leave? Stand up!"

When the others saw this, some shrank their necks, while others curled their lips in disdain.

After Nurhaci's death, whether according to the rules of the Han people or the Jurchens, the throne should be inherited by the eldest son.

However, in his early years, Chu Ying was first placed under house arrest and then executed by an old slave because he secretly drew circles in the corner and cursed ministers and his brothers.

Therefore, the Khan position could only be chosen from among the four great beiles.

But the eldest prince Daishan was unable to control his second son and he even had an affair with the old slave's concubine. As a result, he was deprived of his inheritance rights early on.

Below Daishan was the second Beile Amin. This guy was only Nurhaci's nephew, and he had a history of defecting with his father, so the right of inheritance passed him by.

The third prince Manggurtai, whose mother was executed for stealing gold and silk, and he himself was a violent person who would kill people if he disagreed with them, so he said goodbye to the Khanship.......

The Fourth Prince Huang Taiji seems to be the only candidate, but the other sons of this old slave do not think so.

Although they did not say it, they gritted their teeth and acknowledged Huang Taiji's throne as Khan, but their actions exposed their inner thoughts.

That means I don’t accept it!

The most intuitive thing is that although Huang Taiji ascended the throne and became emperor, the way these brothers addressed him depended entirely on their mood!

Like now!

Daishan stroked the ring on his thumb and said without raising his head, "Old Eight, why bother with them?"

"They are just two brainless reckless men. They are still useful in killing the enemy in battle."

Although the words sound nice, only he himself knows whether he is sincere in his advice.

After leaving the palace, Manggurtai did not really go home, but took Abai with him to another place in the city.

From the outside, this seems to be an ordinary courtyard, but it is a different world inside.

Manggurtai pushed open a door at random, and what he saw inside made Abai's eyes widen instantly.

"Old Five, what are you doing??"

Manggurtai said unhappily: "Old Eight has been going too far lately. There is nothing I can do but find some fun to relax."

"Third brother, do you want to gamble?"

Abai looked at the scene in the room with shining eyes and nodded heavily.

In this room, wooden cages were placed against the wall, and in those wooden cages, there were Han women one after another!

These women were naked, huddled together in the cages with lifeless eyes. Judging from their ages, the youngest was no more than eight or nine years old, and the oldest was no more than fourteen or fifteen.

But even at such a young age, she is being kept in a pen like an animal!

Seeing Abai nod, Manggurtai's eyes swept over these women one by one, and then pointed at one of them.

"I chose her!"

Abai looked at the remaining women, shook his head in disappointment, and then asked, "Are there any more?"

"Hahahaha, there are plenty. I'm sure Brother San will be satisfied!"

Manggurtai laughed loudly and pulled Abai to another room.

The situation in this room was exactly the same as the previous one!

The entire three-story courtyard and seven or eight rooms are exactly the same!

There is even a small fighting arena in the reception room of this house!

The woman chosen by the two brothers was thrown roughly onto the stage by the servants, and then two daggers were thrown on top.

"Old rules, the winner lives, the loser dies!"

As the servant finished speaking, the two women on the ring finally showed a little bit of spirit in their eyes.

Then, they each picked up a dagger and stabbed each other.

Han women are generally weak, but the two on the ring are very agile and don’t look like daughters raised by ordinary families at all!

Their moves were brutal and ruthless, and every time they attacked, they were aiming for the opponent's vital points, with the intention of killing the opponent.

After the two exchanged a few moves, Abai in the audience couldn't help but speak.

"The stuff you have here is much better than what Old Seven has!"

The "Seventh Son" he was referring to was Nurhaci's seventh son, Abatai.

Manggurtai took a sip of tea, spit out the foam and said proudly: "The ones I have here were selected from thousands of people!"

"Why should he compare with me?"

Abai shook his head, a trace of worry flashed across his face: "It's best not to let Lao Ba know about this kind of thing!"

Manggurtai looked at him with disdain: "Do you really think Lao Ba wants to treat the Han people well? He just wants to recruit more Han generals to surrender!"

"In my opinion, those Han people are all cowards. It would be a waste of food to recruit them!"

Having said this, his eyes gradually became cold.

"Last winter, many of my men starved to death!"

"If Lao Ba can't give an explanation for this matter, don't blame me for falling out with him!"

"what!"

As soon as he finished saying this, he heard a scream coming from the counter.

Then, a bloody mass of flesh was seen flying over from that direction.

After a closer look, it turned out to be a woman's jade bowl.

Manggurtai picked up the jade bowl, placed it in front of him and looked at it carefully for a moment, then he stretched out his tongue and licked it.

"As expected, the skin of Han women is still delicate!"