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Xiangyang City.

The weather was clear, and at noon, there were no clouds in the sky and no fog in the sky.

The cavalry on the opposite bank was like a scattered herd of antelopes, and then turned into a rushing torrent and left.

The wrinkles on Hong Chengchou's face unfolded, and he finally waited for this moment.

The soldiers have clouds, and ten surround them. The troops in Xiangyang City are abundant, and the Ming army outside the city is only twice as many as the soldiers and horses in the city. The Ming army could not encircle the city, so it had to hold the dangerous points in order to besiege it. However, there was no danger to defend on the side of the river, and the Ming army could only occasionally let the sailors patrol and demonstrate on the river.

Luck Dehun was in a happy mood and praised Hong Chengchou: "Your Excellency the Governor is very strategic, it seems that the most difficult days of my Qing Dynasty have passed."

Hong Chengchou was flattered, but he didn't dare to take credit, and said: "Thanks to the regent's wise decision-making, the Qing warriors are good at fighting"

"Not bad" Luck Dehun applauded, and said: "The other side is just the men and horses of Wu Sangui, the king of Pingxi, and the soldiers and horses of the Eight Banners have returned to Beijing to rest, but I am afraid that we will have to hold on to Xiangyang for a few days." ”

Hong Chengchou was confident and said: "Don't be afraid, as long as the grain and grass supplies can be transported, it will not be a big problem for Xiangyang to hold on for another year."

The water in the upper reaches of Xiangyang was turbulent, and the Daming Sailor could not dock at the shore, so it was impossible to completely block the Yangtze River route. Last night, two small boats on the opposite bank were already carrying some food and gunpowder to cross the river to explore the way.

At this point, both the Ming and Qing courts were actually prepared for a long-term confrontation in Xiangyang.

Wu Sangui set up camp outside Nanyang City, and this time in addition to his Guanning iron cavalry, there were also 20,000 soldiers of the Han Eight Banners led by Shang Kexi. If it weren't for the Yangtze River, the Qing army would have been divided into two sections. The soldiers and horses placed by the Qing court on the Huguang battlefield were already equal to the soldiers and horses under Zuo Ruo's control.

When he first arrived in Nanyang, he explored the terrain on the banks of the Yangtze River and inquired about the news of the Ming army on the other side.

Early in the morning, a caravan appeared on the horizon of the plain outside Nanyang City.

As long as there are people, there will be caravans. The rat-tailed patrol cavalry soon spotted them.

The caravan without a backstage did not dare to appear near the barracks, and the scout cavalry carefully observed and guessed whether these people were fat sheep or not.

A few guys in the caravan took the initiative to lean over, and a chubby shopkeeper asked the patrol cavalry for news: "Ladies and gentlemen, I have an old relationship with the prince, and I have important things to tell the prince, and the military master can go to report the news." He took out a few silver ingots from his sleeve and said, "These silver are not respectful," and he smiled all over his face, and his movements were extremely skillful, without the slightest fear, and at first glance he often dealt with soldiers and horses.

The Scout Commander asked, "Lord?" That prince? “

The fat man remembered that Wu Sangui and Shang Kexi were both princes, touched the back of his head, and said, "Lord Wu."

The Scout Commander was skeptical and asked, "What's your name?" ”

"The villain's surname is Zhang, Sichuan people, you go back and tell the prince, you will know as soon as you say it."

The more calm he became, the more the scouts didn't dare to underestimate him.

The scouts did not dare to bring people into the barracks at will, and while ordering people to watch them, they also ordered people to go to the Chinese army to pay respects. These people do not dare to lie, otherwise a tragic fate awaits them.

After listening to the announcement of the scout camp, Wu Sangui really couldn't remember when he knew a merchant surnamed Zhang, but he still asked the soldiers to escort the caravan back to the camp.

There were twenty or thirty people in the caravan, and Wu Sangui specially went to hide in the dark to watch, until he saw Zhang Huan's figure, and he understood the origin of this group of people.

There was a stir in his heart, and he actually had some expectations.

The Qing soldiers detained the caravan, and everyone was divided into separate custodys.

Until nightfall, Wu Sangui ordered his soldiers to bring Zhang Huan into his big tent.

Now that the wind is tight, he doesn't dare to be a little negligent. He and Shang Kexi are both Han Chinese, and they have gotten along well in recent days. But I don't know who I know. Shang Kexi has been out of the country for many years and is loyal to the Qing court. The leakage of what he thought in his heart was a curse at all.

Zhang Huan walked into the big tent and looked around, full of curiosity about the surrounding furnishings.

"You are very bold" Wu Sangui's voice was very soft, and said: "You must know that every time you appear in front of my eyes, you are actually at risk of losing your head"

Zhang Huan saluted and replied: "I have always remembered the words of the prince, the last time the prince warned me not to appear in Shanxi, I will never dare to go back there"

A very interesting person, Wu Sangui, smiled and asked, "The general is now the king of Jin, why are you here to be valuable?" ”

"There is a mezzanine outside the second carriage of the caravan, can the prince let me take things out?"

Wu Sangui flashed a trace of vigilance and asked, "What is it?"

"Something that can't be known to outsiders"

Wu Sangui waved his hand.

Four pro-soldiers escorted Zhang Huan out, about a cup of tea, and the four pro-soldiers escorted Zhang Huan back, seeing that he was carrying an oilcloth roll in his hand. The tent was full of cronies, and Wu Sangui's eyes never left the oilcloth bag for a moment.

Zhang Huan's waist straightened, put away the previous joke, and said: "Please let the prince retreat left and right"

Wu Sangui had already guessed what was in the oilcloth bag, and said: "These people have followed me for many years, and there is no need to avoid them."

Zhang Huan lifted the oilcloth bag above his head and repeated: "Please let the prince retreat left and right."

Wu Sangui thought about it and ordered left and right, "You go to the tent and wait outside the tent first."

When everyone in the tent went out, Zhang Huan tore open the outer skin of the oilcloth bag, and a yellow silk cloth was revealed.

He held one end of each hand, unfolded the silk cloth, and announced: "Wu Sangui receives the order"

Wu Sangui stood behind the desk and didn't move.

Zhang Huan ignored him and began to read the holy decree by himself.

Wu Sangui's expression was stern, his hands hung down on his sides, and not a word was missed in his ears.

Only Zhang Huan's loud voice echoed in the tent.

Zhang Huan finished reading it in one breath, rolled up the holy decree, raised his hands flat, and said, "King Zhenxi, take the decree."

The difference between the king of Zhenxi and the king of Pingxi is only one word, showing that the Ming and Qing courts have different expectations of Wu Sangui.

Wu Sangui stood there, his hands and feet not moving.

He didn't expect that Daming's feedback would come so quickly. He knew that if this holy decree could leave Nanjing, it must be pushed by the King of Jin.

The holy decree was held in mid-air, and Wu Sangui stretched out his hand and retracted it.

"Envoy Zhang, I can't accept this holy decree"

The hand holding the holy decree shook slightly in the air, and Zhang Huan's expression was very embarrassed.

"I was originally a sinner, and I can't repay the great love of the Ming Dynasty. I rebelled against the Ming Dynasty first, and then the Qing court, how will the people of the world look at me" Wu Sangui smiled bitterly, "I'm afraid that if I return to the Ming Dynasty, I will be spurned by countless people"

Excuse Zhang Huan of course knows that this is an excuse.

"The saint understood that when General Wu raised troops in Liaodong, it was just to avenge the first emperor, and later he was forced by the Qing captives to have no choice. Every time I thought of this, the Holy One wept endlessly"

"Really?" Wu Sangui shrugged. He was conflicted.

Zhang Huan's tongue bloomed and said: "The Qing court only has a rich place in Jiangbei, which is the fief of the prince. After the prince returned to Shu, the military and political affairs of Shu were all decided by the adults alone, and they were sitting on land risks, so why should they serve the Qing captives"

Wu Sangui unconsciously put on the handle of the knife, and his lips were tightly closed.

Da Ming's temptation was so great that he couldn't extricate himself.

Two years ago, when the Qing army was overwhelmed and captured Jiangnan, he had already accepted his fate in his heart.

At present, although Datong was attacked by Dolgon, he knew the details of the Qing court in the Qing court. The soldiers and horses of the Eight Banners suffered a lot of losses under the city of Datong, and the Manchurians were no longer as brave as they used to be, and they only knew how to urge the Han people to charge in front. And he deserves the brunt of it.

But to let him regain his sight, he had a lot of worries in his heart.

Although the Manchus were on guard against the Han Chinese, they also had to rely on the Han Chinese, and he had a strong position in the Qing court. After returning to Daming, he was worried about the future......

Zhang Huan was the envoy, saw Wu Sangui's mind thoroughly, and continued to persuade: "Why should the prince worry, the benevolence and generosity of the King of Jin are known to the world, not to mention, the King of Jin and the prince have also fought side by side."

Wu Sangui thought about it, shook his head and said, "I can't accept this holy decree."

He refused again, and his tone was already resolute.

Zhang Huan didn't give up, and persuaded again: "The prince is surrounded by soldiers brought out from Liaodong, do you want to do fratricidal things in Huguang?" Every time the king of Jin said that the Han people should put their family and country first, the prince is so heroic, why should he be willing to be driven by the east? ”

"Bold" Wu Sangui was furious, and his right hand took out the long knife at his waist with "Canglang".

"I lost my word under it"

Wu Sangui reinserted the waist knife back into the scabbard and said, "I have made up my mind, you don't need to say more, I will send you out of the barracks tomorrow, you don't want to appear in front of my eyes again."

Zhang Huan saw that Wu Sangui was resolute, but he didn't mean to kill him, knowing that he was still in contradiction and entanglement. Every time he walked into Wu Sangui's barracks, he had the heart of death. Everyone knows that he is afraid of death, and he doesn't know what fate it will be when they meet again next time, so he struck while the iron was hot and asked: "What does the prince want the court to do, so that he can believe in the sincerity of the court"

Wu Sangui's eyes were confused, he saw Zhang Huan's anxiety, and knew that this messenger was indeed sincere.

But he was only a messenger

"Even if the prince is loyal to the Qing court, can Dolgon trust the prince?"

Zhang Huan used words to break down the defense line in Wu Sangui's heart.

"Why is Jiang inlay opposed? It's not just that he has a demon in his heart, Dolgon also has a demon in his heart, the prince is not a banner man, not a slave of the Jurchens, Dolgon is afraid of the soldiers and horses in the hands of the prince, but the Manchurians will never believe in the Han people"

Dolgon looked at Zhang Huan with a wary gaze, as he mentioned Jiang Ting.

Jiang is dead, but the reason for his rebellion is varied, among which the most widely circulated theory in the Qing court is that Geng Chun, the governor of Xuanda, fell for Jin Xiaoding's plan to die. Jin Xiaoding led the rebel army back to Jiangnan and was soon appointed as the governor of Nanjing, which is more like confirming the news.

Seeing the killing intent in Wu Sangui's eyes, a trace of fear flashed in Zhang Huan's heart, and said, "The prince doesn't need to doubt me

"That's it," Wu Sangui still didn't dare to kill Zhang Huan after all. This person is just a small person, and killing Zhang Huan is equivalent to cutting off the road to Jiangnan, but he can't change Jiangnan's strategy. What is really terrible is not rumors and death, but doubts and fears in the heart.

"You go back first, let me think about it again"

Zhang Huan didn't dare to say anything more, so he said goodbye.