It's been two days since the end of the war, but there is no peace around Guangping, and many Tartar soldiers are still scattered around.

Just when everything was in chaos, a group of people did not avoid danger and came directly to Quang Binh.

"We congratulate the prince, wear perseverance, brave the arrows and stones, defeat the Tartars, sweep away the bloody blood, and make great achievements, far superior to Wei Huo." Wu Shouye and his group bowed down, their faces covered with dust.

Gu Zhenhua also smiled: "This king has long known that you businessmen have the most intelligent noses, and it is one thing to congratulate you on victory, but I'm afraid you have other things, right?" ”

Wu Shouye smiled: "I can't hide anything from the prince, I came here with a humble position, and I really want to ask the prince to agree." ”

"This king encourages industry and commerce, as long as they do not break the law, they will naturally support it."

Wu Shouye looked at a few people behind him, and everyone smiled: "Old Wu, you can talk to the prince." ”

"Hmm." Wu Shouye said with a smile: "Lord Wang, you encourage the opening of the sea and trade with the West, and the profits are indeed huge. However, all the Western cargo ships came to trade with our Celestial Empire, and few of our Celestial Empire cargo ships went to trade with the West. Although the round trip is thousands of miles away, but the intermediate profit is also several times as much, we can't let the West take over, we are also preparing to establish an ocean-going fleet, directly into the West. ”

"Okay, ambitious!" Gu Zhenhua laughed and said: "Now that the Manchu Qing Dynasty is no longer worried, Mongolia has also suffered heavy losses, and within ten years, the northern frontier will be peaceful." This king advocated going all out to the south, building a large navy, large-scale trade, and expanding the territory. But you can't do anything without ships, you want to build a ship, you must fully support, I asked them to draw up a subsidy method, you build a ship, I will give a subsidy. ”

These businessmen all lit up, Gu Zhenhua is really enlightened, shipbuilding does not have to pay money to the imperial court, and can also get subsidies, which is simply an unexpected joy.

Wu Shouye held back the excitement in his heart and continued: "Lord Wang, wood must be used for shipbuilding, and the bigger the ship, the more wood must be used. Nowadays, there are only two sources of wood, one is the South Sea, and as long as we can afford it, Western merchants will sell it to us. ”

Daming shipbuilding is the act of cutting off the lifeblood of the West, but it wants to buy wood from the West. It may seem ironic, but that's how it was in those days, if you could afford enough money, you could even buy a rope from a merchant to hang them.

"As for the second way, it is the deep mountains of Yungui and Guizhou, there are a lot of big trees, but, it's just ......"

Gu Zhenhua said with a smile: "It's just that the road is difficult, and it's not easy to transport it out." ”

Wu Shouye hurriedly said: "Lord Mingjian, in the past, An ** defeated the Tartars, and many prisoners would be auctioned. He had an idea, and he heard that hundreds of thousands of prisoners had been captured this time, and if they could be sent to the southwest to build roads, they would definitely get twice the result with half the effort. ”

After capturing so many prisoners, Gu Zhenhua was also thinking about how to deal with them repeatedly, and some generals suggested that they all be killed, just like Bai Qi back then. Swear an oath to everyone, the fate of violating the Central Plains.

Gu Zhenhua didn't think about it, but he just felt that it was a bit of a waste to kill more than 100,000 people casually. Hearing the voices of these businessmen, Gu Zhenhua gradually had a huge plan.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the king of this one gave you permission to buy slaves from abroad. But at the moment, it seems that the Central Plains is so vast that there are too many places that need people. These Tartar captives were kept as slaves and could be sold on the market like cattle, and all captured captives were to be disposed of in the future. Build roads, build water conservancy, and your factories can use captives. ”

The initial accumulation of capital must be full of blood, Gu Zhenhua knows that he will simply let the Tartars as a sacrifice, and hundreds of thousands of Eight Banners disciples are the best laborers, and with their blood and sweat, they can open the curtain of the capital era, which can be regarded as atonement for them!

The businessmen just wanted to ask for some prisoners of war, who knew that there was an unprecedentedly favorable slave policy, which was simply a joy from the sky, and they admired the open-mindedness of His Royal Highness the King of Liao.

Some people taste the joy of victory, and some people have to endure the bitter fruits of defeat. Dolgon's carriage, escorted by his cronies, headed north.

When the ruler of the Qing Dynasty heard the news of Shandong's loss, he spurted another mouthful of blood and passed out directly. Fan Wencheng's heart was also completely cold, Shandong is the flank of the capital, after the loss, the capital is a ripe peach, and there is no place to stand in the pass.

Retreat to the bitter cold again, when I think of the ice and snow, Fan Wencheng's whole body is cold, I am afraid that my old bones will no longer be able to hold it!

In fact, it's not just him, outside the Guan, that's a typical law of the jungle, the rise of the Manchu Qing Dynasty is stepping on the bones of countless tribes, and now their essence is all consumed, if you return to the Guanwai, I'm afraid that you will be torn to pieces, I don't know how to die!

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, Fan Wencheng suddenly wanted to find someone to discuss, and he couldn't help asking, "What about Scholar Ning, where did he go?" ”

When the people around me heard this, they looked around, and Ning Wan and I had disappeared.

When Fan Wencheng saw it, he suddenly frowned, and the three souls and seven spirits all floated away, Ning Wan I am not like others, he is familiar with all the inside stories of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, if it falls into the hands of Gu Zhenhua, they are afraid that it will be difficult to fly.

Fan Wencheng shouted in horror: "Hurry, hurry up to Quzhou, don't let the Ming army catch up!" ”

Fan Wencheng's reaction is not slow, but there is someone who is faster than him, that is, the hussars!

Taking out the whereabouts of Dolgon from Ning Wan's mouth, Yue Poyu immediately chased north with his men and horses, not only him, Zhou Yingjie was not far behind, the Che battalion suffered heavy losses in the battle, and they all held their breath, who can lag behind when taking revenge!

Two strong troops are chasing closely, and the distance between the two sides is getting closer.

"Fan, Mr. Fan, I can't do it!"

Hearing Dolgon's voice, Fan Wencheng hurriedly reined in his horse and looked into the car, only to see Dolgon's panting like a cow, his face was as pale as a chicken bone, and his eyes were wide, but there was no brilliance inside, and his eyes were a little scattered.

Seeing this, Fan Wencheng sighed in his heart, and hurriedly ran to the front of Dolgon, and Tun Qi and the others also surrounded him.

Dorgon struggled to look at them all, and smiled like a bitter melon.

"Mr. Fan, if there is any news, tell me, I can hold on."

With tears in his eyes, Fan Wencheng said: "Master, the Mongolian tribes in Handan keep sneaking away, I'm afraid that if the news spreads, they will scatter." ”

The corners of Dolgon's mouth moved, wanting to scold something, but he took it back, and just smiled bitterly: "I, I am still defeated in the hands of Gu Zhenhua in the end, you people listen, the Qing Dynasty is over, don't struggle anymore." Hurry up and exit the gates, there is still a glimmer of life, stay in the gates, life is better than death! ”

Hearing such desolate and heartless words, all the Bezi Baylors present wept bitterly.

"Regent, in the bitter cold land outside the pass, it is difficult to survive, if you retreat to the pass, I am afraid that some people will not be able to bear it, and then the army will also chase and kill behind the back, I am afraid, I am afraid that it will be countless times more difficult."

Looking at these Eight Banners juniors, Dolgon suddenly felt a burst of sadness. It's only been a few years since they entered the customs, and the children of the Eight Banners have lost their former wildness, afraid of the cold, afraid of starvation, afraid of killing, is this still the children of the Eight Banners?

"Listen!" With anger, Dolgon said with trembling lips: "No matter how difficult it is, it is no more difficult than when the old Khan King started his business!" You are the descendants of Aixin Jueluo, and the secret of Aixin Jueluo's survival is tenacity! We can eat raw meat, but we can drink snow water, we can kneel down to our enemies, and we can recognize thieves as our fathers. Only the most shameless people can live, and all you have to do is live like wolves again. ”

At this point, Dorgon coughed. Fan Wencheng hurriedly supported him, and said anxiously: "Master, you have to take care of the dragon body, Daqing still has to rely on you to support it!" ”

"Hahaha, Mr. Fan, the loser has nothing, send a letter to Gu Zhenhua, I am willing to go to the country and hand over the capital, as long as he can magnify and clear a way out, what conditions ......"

Before Dorgon could finish speaking, suddenly the sound of horses' hooves came from far and near.

"Dolgon is in front, don't let the Tartars go!"

Yue Poyu and Tang Zhanxiong swarmed down the hillside with winged cavalry, and pounced on the Tartars like wolves. It was the hussars who kicked off the fiasco of the Tartars, and the current Tartars did not have the courage to face them at all, just a charge, and the Tartars were so frightened that they fled in all directions, and they didn't care about their regent at all.

Stepping on the corpse of the Tartar, they rushed to the front of Dolgon's carriage.

Tunqi, these Beizi Belle military generals and guards all drew their weapons and gritted their teeth to meet them. But in the face of the long riding spear, they were useless at all, as soon as they came back, they were pierced through the body, and Tunqi's head was smashed by random guns.

"Protect the master, take the master and leave!" Fan Wencheng shouted in a hoarse voice, but no one was willing to deal with him at all. At this point, who can take care of others, and saving their own lives is more important than anything else.

The Tartars scrambled for their lives, and Dorgon sat on top of the carriage, staring at his men fleeing with godless eyes, resentment and sadness.

The Eight Banners that are rampant in the world are gone, and this will be dominated by the Han people in the future, and it will be the same for thousands of years. Faintly, a tall and majestic figure appeared in front of him.

It was this guy who single-handedly destroyed the Manchu Dynasty's dream of sweeping the world. He is still so young, and his arrogant soldiers have been a nightmare for the people outside the customs for decades, and I don't know how many people will die at the hands of this bloody butcher.

Thinking of this, Dolgon's eyes flashed again with the delicate and touching Bumu Butai, and he was inexplicably frightened, and suddenly stretched out his dry hand and grabbed at the phantom in front of him.

"I'm going to strangle you, strangle you!"

In a frenzied shout, Dorgon lost the last of his strength and fell under the carriage. Cavalry from all sides surrounded him.

"Got Dolgon, got Dolgon!"

"The head of the Tartars is finished, the Tartars are finished!"

Suddenly, the roar rang out, and the other soldiers all shouted in agreement, and the stuffiness in their chests swept away.

Not only these soldiers, but the people of the whole world were in a state of excitement.

Wherever the news of Quang Binh's victory spread, there was a sea of jubilation, and every household set off firecrackers and laughed loudly.

The Tartars are finished!

Anyone who meets, it's these five words, these years Tartar is a big stone in the hearts of the people, heavily pressed, now it's finally put aside, everyone can enjoy peace, those who fled can also return to their hometown, no longer have to worry about shaving and clothes, and will never become a slave again!

"Long live the King of Liao, long live the King of Liao!"

I don't know who was the first to shout out, in short, there are more and more people shouting, even if some people think it's inappropriate, they want to remind them that the King of Liao is only a thousand years old, and the real long live is the little emperor Zhu Cihong. But the sound was quickly drowned out.

The knight who reported the victory spread the news to Kaifeng as soon as possible, and the people who stayed behind, Li Jibo, Yan Yingyuan and others were anxiously waiting, and finally won!

Yan Yingyuan was so happy that he ran away, and the dignified court officials were like a child, shouting wherever he went. Until I couldn't run on both legs, until my voice was hoarse.

When the people saw this scene, they all smiled, Kaifeng boiled, and the people lined up in a long line to pray for blessings at the Martyrs' Shrine, and everyone showed a relaxed smile.

"Lord Yan, what are your plans?" Li Jibo asked with a smile.

Yan Yingyuan said in a hoarse voice: "Mr. Li, naturally I am going to comfort the army, ready to compensate the dead and wounded, and then I am afraid that the prince will continue the northern expedition and recapture the capital, and also prepare food and ordnance." ”

"Hahaha, these are all due meanings, but Lord Yan has not thought about it, after this battle, the general trend of the world has been decided. Some princes are unwilling to do it, it is inconvenient to do it, and it is impossible to do it, should we do it? ”

Yan Yingyuan was quite keen, and naturally heard the unusualness in his words, and asked in horror: "Mr. Li, are you planning to ...... This is the killing of kings! ”

Li Jibo stood up and smiled slightly: "It can be called killing a king if it is worthy of the word king, what is a little doll?" The prince is a person who is sometimes very ruthless and decisive, but there are some things that also have the kindness of a woman. The practices of restricting the monarch's power discussed in the Zhongzhou Forum may not be the true words of the prince. The days of raising a family with one surname in the world have passed, and the world is the world of the people of the world! ”

Yan Yingyuan came to his senses from the shock, and he couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Li, are you saying that the prince wants Zhu Cihong to be a hypocrite." ”

"That's right, otherwise why bother, and shake the foundation of the monarchy!" Li Jibo said with a smile: "But the prince thinks about it after all, the Zhu family has been the emperor for hundreds of years, and the trees are big and deep, if they are not completely eradicated, they will fight back sooner or later." What's more, Zhu Cihong is in one day, and those of us will never be from the dragon. Lord Yan doesn't care about Gao Fengliangjie, the old man is also old, and he doesn't want to fight for anything, but what about those generals, can they be willing? Instead of troublesome in the future, it is better to get rid of Zhu Cihong as soon as possible and assist the prince to ascend the throne! ”

When Yan Yingyuan heard this, he immediately fell into deep thought, killing the emperor was definitely something that he couldn't even think of. But if you don't kill it, Zhu Cihong is the biggest stumbling block, how broad the new policy opened by Gu Zhenhua is, it is not that the monarch can not implement it.

Li Jibo looked at Yan Yingyuan, who was in a dilemma, and said with a smile: "When you are decided, you will continue to suffer from it!" ”r1152