Shandong, Jinan Mansion on the same day.

Jinan City is surrounded by dense Qing army camp tents, and from time to time there are a large number of Ming people and grain and grass who are escorted to the Qing army camp.

Dolgon led the white banner and several banners of Mongolian soldiers in Shandong, and once surrounded the city of Jinan, capturing a total of more than 200,000 people, and countless cattle, horses, gold and silver.

However, one terrifying news after another reached the Qing army camp, which frightened all the Qing troops.

First of all, the general of Yangwu Yue Tuo was killed in battle, and the whole army was wiped out with the red flag, and then the 30,000 army of Prince Zheng Zierharang was defeated, the red flag was abolished, and Shuotuo was killed.

In a spacious tent, Dolgon's face was pale, his fingers trembled slightly, and the lords of the eight Mongolian banners below were silent, and their hearts were beating.

Duoduo's death in battle made everyone feel a deep chill, and the combat power of the Tianwu Army made everyone panic even more.

Dorgon didn't believe it either, and based on the fine work network he had at his disposal, he could investigate it many times, and it was true, and Dorgon was really dead.

Qing general Arzin said: "Prince Rui, the Ming army is strong, let's get out of the customs early." ”

"Yes, Prince Rui, this time I entered the customs, my Eight Banners lost nearly half, and I have already defeated the three banners of Manchuria, if I don't leave the customs early, I am afraid that I will be surrounded by the Ming army."

"Prince Rui, the Eight Banners have been beaten and half destroyed, and we are alone in the depths, we must not fight again!"

Several princes of the Eight Banners Mongolia and the Outer Domains of Mongolia are even clamoring to get out of the customs and enter the customs of the Tianwu army to move to Shandong, and they will definitely not be able to get benefits if they go up, and no one can bear the loss if it is too great.

Facing the shouts of the Mongol banner owners, Dolgon's face was ugly, he knew that these Mongol banner owners were all people, who would go up if they were good and retreat if they didn't.

Dolgon stood up and said fiercely: "The shame of the Qing Dynasty must be washed away by blood, take Jinan City, withdraw the army, and if you can't attack it, who will say that you will withdraw the army, behead!" ”

Seeing his resolute appearance, the banner lords had to sigh secretly, this Prince Rui is not a master to be messed with, and no one wants to clash with him face to face.

After all the banner lords had left the tent, Dorgon whispered, "Sukh Saha! ”

A figure walked out of the corner of the big tent, knelt down and said, "The slave is here!" ”

Dolgon said fiercely: "Send Mu Sen to take the head of the prince of the Ming Kingdom!" ”

Send out Moosen? Suke Saha, who was kneeling on the ground, jumped in his eyes, kowtowed a few times, and said respectfully: "Tsk! ”

Sukh Saha was a native of the Manchurian White Banner, a personal bodyguard of Dolgon, and is currently the Baga Lama Zhangjing of the Zhengbai Banner, and also controls Dolgon's intelligence agency.

The Manchu Qing were good at fine work, and Mu Sen was the most elite existence in the Manchu fine work, created by Dolgon, the Manchu word means grave, and there are also people in Mu Sen who call themselves blood drops......

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In the eleventh year of Chongzhen, it was a cold winter, and there were only three days before Chinese New Year's Eve.

Under the eaves of shops and ruined temples north of Yongding Gate in Beijing, they are crowded with homeless people like Huazi.

Around the root of the city wall, shacks and thatched huts can be seen everywhere, and most of the people who come and go speak with Zhili and Shandong accents, they wear ragged cotton jackets, have a straw rope around their waists at will, and look at the people walking on the street with broken bowls and hopeful faces.

After the martial law in Beijing, the flow of people in the city gradually declined, and it snowed heavily for several days and nights some time ago.

Every day, the officials of the Shuntianfu and the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses had to push carts to pull the corpses of hundreds of homeless people who had frozen to death and starved to death in the snow to the out-of-city settlement.

In the Qianqing Palace of the Forbidden City, Emperor Chongzhen sat alone in the warm pavilion, he picked up a piece of music, his right fist was clenched, and a cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Even if you kill three general soldiers, even my henchmen Gao Qiqian has been killed, what else can't he do!

Smelling the smell of the gilt enamel tripod is too strong, an inexplicable melancholy suddenly came to his heart, and Chongzhen impatiently asked people to sprinkle all the incense ash in the tripod.

But he still couldn't sit still, walked out of the warm pavilion with his hands in his hands, stood on His Majesty Dan in the Qianqing Palace, and looked up at the vagaries of the sky.

The gray clouds in the sky moved slowly, and a cold wind hit, Chongzhen subconsciously shrunk his shoulders, and the troubled thoughts in his mind gradually subsided.

Wang Chengen immediately walked over and gently draped a fox fur dressed in a black brocade embroidered dragon on him.

Chongzhen frowned and said, "Has the prince left?" ”

Wang Chengen leaned over and said, "Back to the emperor, His Royal Highness has arrived in Daxing City, and he will be able to enter Beijing tomorrow." ”

Chongzhen didn't say anything more, just raised his face coldly, looked at the heavy clouds, and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to use this cold air to dispel the depression in his heart.

Since his accession to the throne, disasters and famines have continued in various places, such as Shaanxi, which is even more drought and no grass grows, and the years of disaster are longer than the years when he ascended the throne.

As the head of the Li people, Chongzhen thinks that he is diligent, he is busy with government affairs in the morning and at night, and he has not neglected government for a day.

Every time he appoints a minister, he has to examine his character and experience, he doesn't trust anyone, he only looks at how that person acts, especially for those who were framed by Wei Biao, he will vigorously promote and appoint them.

For those who are not capable, he will unceremoniously drive away, continue to promote a group of people, he firmly believes that there is no shortage of officials in the Ming Dynasty, and there is no shortage of capable people, as long as the waves are sweeping the sand, there will always be one or two Tianzhongqi to assist him to save the Ming.

For more than ten years, he has been exhausted, but God has refused to take care of it like this, and natural disasters are still continuing, could it be that he has something immoral?

If there is, within three years, two edicts have been issued, and hundreds of officials have also played a chapter to confess their guilt, why has God not moved, but intensified, making the natural disasters in various parts of the Ming Dynasty more serious?

What's even more depressing is that his efforts over the years are not as good as what the young prince has done in the past few years!

In the face of the invasion of the Eastern Captives, the Ming army in various places was sluggish, but the prince won successive battles, and the number of Tartar heads killed in a few years was more than the total number of Ming Dynasty in the past twenty years.

Why is that? Chongzhen has never understood the reason, and the more he thinks about it, the more depressed he becomes, and he really doesn't know what to do in this life to get rid of this inextricable depression.

Chongzhen stood in front of the hall for a while, a few snowflakes fell down, stuck to his brocade robe, and gradually melted, he couldn't help but sigh and returned to the hall.

A bunch of concertos and pond newspapers were stacked high on the dragon case, Chongzhen didn't want to look at it, and walked straight to Xinuan Pavilion, lying on the couch and resting with his eyes closed.

Wang Chengen was a little surprised to see it, this was the first time that the emperor had neglected his administration since he ascended the throne.......

Wang Chengen bowed silently and withdrew knowingly.

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