"Driving, drive..."

As the new day comes, the bright red sun jumps up from the horizon in the east. The morning light falls on the surface of the Lugou River in the south of Yanjing City, as if there are bits of broken gold. The river surface is waving, and golden light flashes in the microwave.

A fast horse rode to the camp in the south of the city while taking advantage of the morning light.

"Hurry, I want to see the prince, I want to see the prince."

The Han army flag guarding the gate stopped the people and horses, and the rider fell directly from the horse's back. The officer guarding the door did not recognize the man's face, but he recognized the sign taken out of the man's arms, which was a big fright. Even if someone brought water and drank the rider a few times, he would have someone raise the rider's tent to send Kong Youde straight.

Kong Youde had already gotten up at this time. He was less than fifty years old and in good health. When he saw the visitor, he was as shocked as the gatekeeper, because he recognized this person, who was the personal guard who worked in Tongzhou with Sun Long.

Sun Long is not only his confidant general, but his descendants Yanling are also the son-in-law chosen by Kong Youde for his daughter. This can be said to be the humerus who has both the loss and the Kong family.

"Prince, Tongzhou is probably not going to work. Zheng Zhe made efforts at night and easily broke the two defense lines outside the city, leaving only the last line of defense. However, Zheng Zhilong sent people to dig tunnels overnight, and he would inevitably launch a fierce attack on Tongzhou after dawn. Once several bastions on the periphery defended the death to one another, there was only one Tongzhou city left, how could Prince Su defend it?"

Sun Long is really Kong Youde's confidant. He finally struggled to escape from the second tunnel. As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, he immediately sent someone to repay him.

Kong Youde frowned and could kill the green-headed flies.

If Tongzhou is not good, can Yanjing City be better?

However, it is absolutely impossible to send troops to reinforce Tongzhou at this time, so I should prepare for a fight as soon as possible. Prince Na Ying’s cavalry will arrive.

Dorgon, who received the news a quarter of an hour earlier than Kong Youde, had a drastic change in his face. He had seen the layout of the positions outside Tongzhou City with his own eyes. In such a huge trench area, there were plenty of troops in the city, and most of them were lost overnight. How could this be possible?

But that's the case. What he received could not be false information.

And the news soon spread in Yanjing City.

"Is this what two people did?" Dorgon asked, looking at the two tabloids in front of him with completely different handwriting and printing.

"The slave is incompetent and failed to capture these rats. I only know that one of them is the Jinyiwei, and the other one should be the men under Zheng Zhilong. As far as I know, one of the men under Zheng Zhilong is called Hei Bingtai, which is very mysterious."

"The incompetent things cannot be caught by a group of rats and birds. What's the use of me asking you? If you can't go down and find them, I will sooner or later tear them apart!"

Dorgon poured all his anger on Fan Yongdou's head, scolding Fan Yongdou for a bloody spitting head.

The latter was timid and did not dare to defend a word. He left Prince Rui's mansion with a look of disgrace.

"Father..." Fan Sanbao was waiting outside the palace. Seeing Fan Yongdou retreating in shame, he hurriedly met him.

Fan Yongdou didn't say a word, shook his head, waved his hand, and went home first.

As Fan Yongdou's son and subordinate, Fan Sanbu certainly knew what his father looked like was for. He didn't say much about a word at the moment, so he went back to the Fan Mansion first.

Today, Fan Yongdou is still the deputy general manager of the Tartars Office of the Internal Affairs, but in fact he has no real power in the Office of the Internal Affairs, but he is more of a errand work as the "Princessful Tiqi"! Who told the Fan family to send messages so promptly before? Fan Yongdou naturally became an expert in Dorgon and others' minds. Moreover, after Fan Yongdou took over the errand, he did a really good job.

For example, if you commit a counter-attack and lurk, you will do a good job.

Selected some outstanding and highly culturally based women from the Han military flag and trained them. They sent them to Jinling. Through the Zhangtai Chu Pavilion, these women can be easily sent to some people's mansions. Because scholars have a long tradition of accusing girls from China, especially in the Ming Dynasty, they were even more involved in new tricks.

There are not too many stories that literati and poets and brothel women have to tell.

For example, at present, Qian Qianyi and Gong Dingzi have brought famous female branches into the house, not to mention the nobles like Zhu Guobi among their colleagues. This shows how free this trend is.

It gave Fan Yongdou a great opportunity to take advantage of.

These women have excellent foundations, and their appearance and figure are all romantic. The significance of meeting the physiological needs of "literati and elegant people" is one aspect, but more importantly, they can satisfy their aesthetic interests and cultural feelings.

In other words, in addition to physiology, it also provides great spiritual pleasure and comfort to the goal, bringing aesthetic expectations that linger in my heart.

Naturally, they have become the most popular people in the target home.

With these pillows blowing in the wind, Fan Yongdou only had this part, and he didn't know how much useful information he could collect for the Tartars every day.

Fan Yongdou's work is really good.

But success in this regard cannot conceal Fan Yongdou and others' weakness in internal elimination of issues.

With money, Fan Yongdou was able to pull more and more people into the water and get more and more valuable and reliable news, but it was really difficult for him to ask him to turn around and catch borers in his own field.

"Son, you will get along well with Mr. Long and others in the future. You should also learn more about the God that Westerners have done to make God."

In the Fan family's study, Fan Sanbao felt a little cold when Fan Yongdou said this.

"Father, this Halal is going to..."

Fan Yong shook his head, "The Qing Dynasty is about to end, and that is not the present. But people will have immediate worries without long-term plans, and they must learn to prepare for the future."

He often teaches his children and grandchildren to learn from rabbits because rabbits still have three families.

"Yes, my son understands."

Fan Sanba agreed simply, and it was not difficult for him to do this. He had contacted the Dutch several times, but he followed the path of Ma Jiadao. He had a lot of contact with the Western Barbarians.

Now that I have become more and more interested in the Western barbarians, I believe in the Nestorian Church, it will not arouse others' suspicion.

No one knows that the Zhongliang Fan family of the Qing Dynasty is now looking for a new way out.

Don’t blame Fan Yong for fighting in Qin and Chu. It’s really bad news one after another. It’s like when Emperor Chongzhen was the emperor just in the past few years, and it was obvious that he had not fallen to the bottom. Emperor Chongzhen still held many trump cards in his hand. But the final winner was Li Zicheng, the Qing Dynasty, but not the Ming Dynasty.

Today's Qing Dynasty is like the Ming Dynasty of the past...

Fan Yongdou just couldn't post to the Zheng family. Zheng Zhilong called for the eight major merchants and set them on the same level as Wu Sangui and Kong Youde. They were all traitors and traitors, and everyone was punished. That was really a surprise to Fan Yongdou.

But I also knew that I had the entire Fan family, so I would not be able to do well under Zheng Zhilong. So I had already lost my mind.

Otherwise, if he plays a double-faced spy for Dorgon, wouldn’t it be impossible?

And at this moment, in Yanjing City, the person who had a heart in his heart was not Fan Yongdou.

In the East Warm Pavilion of Kunning Palace.

"I respectfully ask the Empress Dowager to take the imperial guards to the north!" represented by Wu Keshan, a group of Mongolian nobles knelt down and shouted in unison.

As bad news in Tongzhou spread further, they finally couldn't hold back because the meaning represented by Bumubutai and the young emperor Shunzhi was too important for Mongolia in southern deserts.

At present, Zheng Zhilong had the momentum to swallow Tongzhou in one bite and then swept over Yanjing.

Although Wu Keshan and the others also knew that Dorgon had a general in Yanjing, the number of Eight Banners Armored soldiers here was much higher than that in Tongzhou.

Even if Zheng Zhilong takes Tongzhou, he may not be able to take Yanjing.

However, the dangers contained during this period are something that no one can ignore.

This may not be a battle that determines the life and death of the Qing Dynasty, but this is definitely a turning point in the future fate of the Qing Dynasty!

Bumubutai looked at his brother Wu Keshan who was kneeling at his feet, and wanted to throw him into the ice cellar to wake up. In this situation, how could she go to the north to hunt when the victory or defeat of the Great Battle is not decided?

Where is the soldiers who are still fighting?

What is his brother's mind? Don't they know that doing so will greatly affect the morale of the Qing army?

"What can be affected? What's scary? Could the Queen Mother and the others go to the north for a juncture?"

After coming out of the Forbidden City, Wu Keshan looked embarrassed without being scolded by the girl, and he was very leisurely.

"But the Qing Dynasty is no longer the Qing Dynasty of the past, and our southern Mongolia should not be the original southern Mongolia."

As branches with certain autonomy, when the group headquarters suffered significant losses, they were not making a fuss about independence, but just wanted to take the opportunity to increase their voice within the group. What's wrong with this?

A group of Mongolian nobles who had left the Forbidden City rushed to Wu Keshan's mansion.

...

Liaohe, Changshan Fort.

The drizzle fell. In the wind and rain, a large group of the Eight Banners Qing troops were silently disembarking on the other side of the river. From here, the Zheng army's gunships could no longer harass them.

Ta Zhan looked at the crossing point in front of him, his expression was quite complicated. Who would have thought that they would find an opportunity to cross the Hun River even further north of Shengjing?

The Zheng family's flat-bottomed gunships crossed the waters of the Prince River, Hun River, and Liao River, and they seemed to have weaved a large iron cable net, which kept all the Eight Banners and Cavalry trapped in it.

The east bank of Changshan Fort was full of people who were conscripted, as well as donkey carts, horse carts, and ox carts pulled out from surrounding villages, constantly unloading people and materials on the ship, and people and animals on the dock were shouting and neighing.

Tazhan and Turg walked on the river bank. Every time they passed by, the Eight Banners soldiers who were boarding the ship or the Eight Banners soldiers who were still waiting, all stood up and saluted. They were the leaders of the river crossing point.

The two were walking in the rain without covering the raincoat. Although the drizzle was light, it was very wet for clothes. Not long after, both of them were soaked all over. Turge and Tazhan didn't care. They only looked at the other side and locked their eyebrows tightly.

"Now, I feel less and less confident." Ta Zhan stretched out his hand and followed the raindrops falling in front of him, "You said, we will rush to Yanjing like this, and the soldiers will move forward non-stop. How many of the combat power will be left when we arrive at the ground? And there is no artillery, so we will take advantage of the opportunity to enter, and those big cities will probably not be able to open..."

"My Eight Banners Warriors entered the pass and easily beat Li Zicheng away and seized the Shenjing. It can be said that he has a great destiny. Why is he like this now?"

Ta Zhan felt uncomfortable when he thought of Daishan's silence that he had seen. This master could be said to have been fucked by the tension outside the pass.

How could such a messy thing happen and such a tired feeling appear on the Qing Dynasty? This is clearly the feeling that the Qing Dynasty imposed on Zhu Ming.

Moreover, if Zheng Zhilong fails to attack Yanjing this time, then there is no next time? Tianjin is in the palm of Zheng Zhilong's hand, and people will come whenever they want.
Chapter completed!