Dorgon snorted coldly: "Longtan has more than 20,000 troops, and the Yangtze River may not necessarily become the trust of the Yixing Dynasty."

Wu Zheng slowly calmed down and smiled and said, "The Regent seemed to have forgotten that more than 20,000 Qing troops in Longtan were surrounded by our Jinshan Guards and Jing Guards. Once the war began, these more than 20,000 Qing troops would be wiped out by our army first."

"If it can be easily annihilated, why do you and I need to talk about it here?" Dorgon sneered.

Wu Zheng replied: "If the Regent can easily cross the river and go south, why should he negotiate with me here?"

"I am kind and avoid the disaster of life!"

"Wolf said that he changed to vegetarianism. Even if I am trustworthy, I am afraid that the officials behind the Regent will not believe it."

The two of them were verbally quarreled, and they froze again.

However, before the officials on both sides persuaded him, Dorgon suddenly smiled and said, "Duke Zhenguo might as well make a bet with me, what?"

Wu Zheng frowned slightly and said, "How to bet?"

"I want to see with my own eyes the power of the new musket... In this way, you and I will fight thirty people from each other. With a single incense stick, the entire army will lose. How about it?"

Wu Zheng was shocked. What did Dorgon want to do, and asked back: "How about losing?"

"With Taixing as the bet, the winner will win Taixing."

Wu Zheng thought about it and shook his head and said, "Taixing is already in the hands of our army, why should we bet again?"

Dorgon smiled and said, "Then I will increase the bet a little longer. If you win, Taixing will belong to you, and I will return Shen Zhiyuan and Qian Qiaogong to you, what if?"

On the other side, the officials of Yixingchao could not tell whether the bet was beneficial or unfavorable, and they looked at Wu Zheng one after another.

Wu Zheng felt nervous again. Although he could not figure out Dorgon's intention, Dorgon obviously grabbed his weakness, that is, the lives of Shen Zhiyuan and Qian Qiaogong.

Wu Zheng hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth and replied, "I have no objection!"

So, an inexplicable duel began to arrange and deploy.

Wu Zheng ordered Song An to transfer thirty musketeers to come.

Dorgon showed off to the bowing map behind him. The bowing map picked up a pennant flag and waved it behind him a few times.

Suddenly, a "rumble" sound came, becoming more and more urgent.

Wu Zheng's face changed drastically, and he pointed at Dorgon and said angrily: "You are using a fraud? This is a cavalry, and there will never be thirty cavalry."

Dorgon smiled slightly and said, "It's right that they are cavalry, but they are definitely only thirty cavalry."

Wu Zheng took the monocular lens from Song An and climbed up to look behind Dorgon.

Officials from the Yixing Dynasty also rushed to both sides and looked behind Dorgon.

At this look, everyone was shocked and shouted: "Iron Armored Heavy Cavalry?".

Qian Sule, Wang Yi, and Chen Zilong rushed to Wu Zheng, "Duke Zhenguo, this is unfair, and the bet cannot be implemented!"

Wu Zheng suddenly looked back at Dorgon and said contemptuously: "Is the regent of the Qing Dynasty so lie?"

Dorgon didn't mind at all, so he threw his sleeves casually and said, "I don't lie to others. If you don't want to, the bet will be invalid."

Speaking of this, Dorgon turned his head and laughed at the Qing officials and said, "The Southern Barbarians are timid!"

The Qing court officials laughed in unison, and even shouted: "Why do you need peace talks? Just use the prince's three hundred iron-armored cavalry to flatten Yingtian Mansion. These southern barbarians were afraid that they had already knelt down and begged for mercy."

Dorgon looked back at Wu Zheng with a sneering sound, saying, "I will never force you to fight or not."

Wu Zheng was passionate and stepped forward, about to speak.

Qian Sule and Chen Zilong grabbed Wu Zheng's arm from left to right, "Wu Zheng, this is the other party's intentional act, so you must not be attacked by aggressive generals."

At this time, the thirty iron-armored cavalry of the Qing army had approached the high platform, and the natural oppression of tall people and large horses came to his face.

Wu Zheng knew that this would never be possible. The high platform was surrounded by a flat horse, which was the terrain where the Iron Cavalry could exert their best combat power.

Even if there are several times light cavalry, they cannot resist this heavy cavalry impact.

The key is that you don’t have cavalry.

"The Regent is indeed a good player to take advantage of the situation." Wu Zheng accused in a deep voice, "How can we make a bet with different types of troops?"

Dorgon said sinisterly: "I have not taken advantage of you, and I have no musketeers under my command. How can I say I have taken advantage of you? Wu Zheng, if the two armies are fighting, you may not have the chance to accuse me of taking advantage of you, right? It is useless to say more. If you want to fight, you will fight. If you don't fight, you will admit defeat. If you don't care about yourself, you can let you go. But I promise that you will never be able to see the living Chen Zhiyuan and Qian Qiaogong again in this life."

Wu Zhengya bit his teeth, and said sternly: "Send the order, gather!"

"Here." Song An turned around and waved the flag.

Qian Sule shouted anxiously: "Wu Zheng, don't act irresponsible."

Wang Yi shouted: "Don't be trapped in a traitor."

Chen Zilong rushed to Wu Zheng and stamped his feet and said, "You...you...soldiers have little life and death, and their country's survival is great..."

Wu Zheng looked at these people and calmed down. He shouted sternly: "More than 2 million troops of the Ming Dynasty were defeated, and there was no such thing as a country. Wu Zheng dared to ask all the officials, if the morale of the army is lost, what's the use of having a territory?"

These words shocked everyone, including Qing Dynasty officials, and even Dorgon couldn't help but frown.

Qian Sule sighed and said, "I know I am defeated, but I still have to die for nothing. What's the problem?"

Wu Zheng said: "I know it was defeated, but I insisted on dying. I want to tell the people of the world that our soldiers still have the bloody nature of men from Han and Tang dynasties!"

Chen Zilong stopped stomping his feet, and he muttered in a daze: "Crazy...you are just a madman."

Wang Yi looked at Wu Zheng blankly, and he suddenly shouted loudly: "The words of Duke Zhenguo are so magnificent. Today, Wang is willing to live and die with Duke Zhenguo!"

Qian Sule took a long breath and smiled. He shook his head and said, "There are still most of the people who don't care about them anymore. What else can I not bear to leave behind if I only have a small part of them? Well, then fight!"

All the officials of Yixingchao stood behind Wu Zheng one by one.

Even Chen Zilong sighed and said, "I don't agree with your approach... But since you talk about men's blood, I, Chen Zilong, will naturally take it as my seven-foot man, and I will be the only one!"

Dorgon's face gradually became gloomy.

Wu Zheng stepped forward a few steps, looked at the thirty musketeers who were already lined up in front of the high platform, and solemnly said, "Did you see it? That's the thirty-armored cavalry. The enemy said to me, admit defeat, I will let you have a way out. I hesitate to choose to live on my knees or die on my feet."

The soldiers of the musket camp summoned were quiet. They trusted Wu Zheng better than their parents.
Chapter completed!