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As soon as Dorgon's decree was issued, it caused an uproar among the banners.

The two white flags are naturally resolutely supported and supported, but the two yellow flags have different opinions.

Their view was that the Battle of Texas was a tragic defeat, and that troops should be sent to attack immediately, take the Texas massacre to demonstrate, and declare war on the small court of the remnants of the Ming Dynasty in the south.

Dorgon scoffed at this view.

Shandong, of course, is important, but the threat to Gyeonggi is far less than that of Shanxi.

The two yellow flags are completely arbitrary, and they are opposed for the sake of opposition.

Although nominally the two yellow flags were directly ruled by the emperor. But now Emperor Shunzhi is just a milky little kid, and the current leader of the two yellow flags is actually Haoge.

The two yellow flags suddenly spoke out against it, and it must be Hauge behind him who is obstructing. Dorgon knew this. However, he did not intend to do it directly to Hauge.

The road should be taken step by step, and the meal should be eaten one bite at a time.

He has stripped Haug of his position as the banner master, and the next step is to completely remove Haug from military power.

As long as Hauge has no soldiers in his hands, he is a fish on a chopping block, to be slaughtered.

Dolgon's charge against Hauge would have been put to death.

In his opinion, Hauge was already a grasshopper after the autumn and could not be bounced for a few days.

As for the old fox Dai Shan, this time he still pretended to be deaf and dumb, and the two did not help each other.

Dorgon had expected this. But it doesn't matter, now is no longer the time for the Eight Kings to discuss politics. As the regent, Dolgon has a monopoly on power, and he controls the most elite army in the Eight Banners, so he can completely dictate the system.

He had already thought that as soon as Haug died, he would divide the two yellow flags with Azig and Duoduo.

At that time, Shunzhi will become a complete puppet. Dorgon could depose him whenever he wanted.

Regent? He is not willing to do this, one day he will be the emperor and become the co-master of the world!

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The Lord Regent is confused!

When Kyorba Hana learned that Dorgon was going to send troops to attack Shanxi, he was very disappointed.

The Battle of Texas slapped him hard, and also slapped the Eight Banners Army hard.

The myth of the invincibility of the Eight Banners Iron Cavalry came to an end, and the momentum of the small court of the remnants of the Ming Dynasty soared.

In this case, it is reasonable to immediately mobilize a large army to raze Texas to the ground, declaring the ambition of the Qing Dynasty to determine the world, how can you turn around and fight Shanxi!

Of course, Kyaw Lo Bahana admits that he thinks more about himself. If he hits Shanxi, even if he is strong all the way, it is the credit of others, and it is not enough to wash away his shame. And if it is Shandong, Jueluo Bahana can invite himself to be a pioneer and raze Texas, and he will be ashamed!

It's a pity that others are soft-spoken, and the owner of the Eight Banners can't persuade the regent, how can the prince listen to his little Manchurian Zhenglan Banner Gushan Ezhen's words?

Jueluo Bahana could only hope that the army would quickly take Shanxi, and then ask the regent to send troops to Shandong. Although it is less effective than a direct attack on Texas, it can only be so.

As for the news brought back by the scout, Kyaw Lo Bahana was not too worried.

Isn't it just about building a fortress? That's the strategy that Sun Chengzong used back then, and what was the result? As soon as the defenders saw the Eight Banners Army, they immediately fled, and all the fortresses were left to the Manchurian warriors.

The Eight Banners Army destroyed all the fortresses and transported the stones back to Shengjing.

As a result, Sun Chengzong waited until the Eight Banners Army retreated, and then ordered people to rebuild the fortress.

This goes on and on, and I don't remember how many times.

With the group of rats in the south, they can only shrink into the fortified city and resist stubbornly, and it is simply wishful thinking to rely on the low fortress to block the pace of the Eight Banners Iron Cavalry!

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"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning. You don't see the sad white hair of Gao Tang Mingjing, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. I am born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone! ”

In the A-brand building of the Huangming Military Academy, Chen Zilong was so unhappy to drink poetry.

Zhang Huangyan on the side frowned and reminded: "Brother Renzhong (Chen Zilong's words), don't drink anymore, you will have to go to class later." ”

Chen Zilong is twelve years older than Zhang Huangyan, and Zhang Huangyan has always regarded him as a brother and respects him very much. But today, Zhang Huangyan really can't stand it.

Chen Zilong waved his hand impatiently and said: "Twilight, Xuanzhu (Zhang Huangyan's words) You are so angry!" If you don't drink, I'll drink! Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink. Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng. The wine will be poured in, and the glass will not stop. Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me. The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time. The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name. but the drinker leaves his name..."

Zhang Huangyan was furious, stepped forward and snatched the wine glass from Chen Zilong's hand and shouted: "Wake up, brother among people, how can you go to class if you drink like this again?" ”

"Class?" Chen Zilong turned his head and said drunkly: "We have nothing else to do here all day except for classes and classes." What's the matter of delaying for a day? ”

"You!" Zhang Huangyan flicked his sleeves resentfully: "It's unreasonable." ”

With that, he brushed his sleeves and left.

He left the Jiazi House and walked briskly towards the lecture hall.

What Mr. Francisco is going to talk about today is the Tessiro Bast, and he must listen carefully.

When Zhang Huangyan entered the lecture hall, the seat was almost full.

Zhang Huangyan sat down apologetically, and arched his hand at Gu Yanwu on the side and said, "Brother Ningren (Gu Yanwu's character), Mr. Francisco hasn't arrived yet?" ”

Gu Yanwu also returned the salute: "Mr. Francisco has to be late." By the way, why didn't the brother of the people come? ”

Zhang Huangyan and Chen Zilong live in the same house, and they both come together during class. Gu Yanwu didn't see Chen Zilong this time, so he asked.

"Alas, the brother of the people somehow drank wildly, and I couldn't persuade him."

Gu Yanwu was a little embarrassed and said, "Could it be that something happened at home?" Since we are studying together, we need to take care of it. That's it.,I'll go and have a look with Xuanzhu after school in a while.。 ”

"Thank you, Brother Ningren!"

Zhang Huang was overjoyed when he heard this.

Gu Yanwu is quite eloquent, and if he comes forward to persuade him, Zilong will listen to it somewhat.

Just then, a tall, red-haired, blue-eyed man walked in.

Everyone in the martial arts hall stood up and bowed to him.

This is the foreign lecturer hired by the Imperial Military Academy - Francisco.

Francisco's full name is Benjamin Silva di Francisco. However, the students of the Imperial Military Academy liked to call him Mr. Francisco.

Francisco is a Francisco, Portuguese to be precise. This is what he repeatedly emphasized in class, that Portugal and Spain are feuds, and that they have just been freed from Spanish slavery, and that they must not tolerate others confusing Portugal and Spain with what they call a franc machine.

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