In the camp in the west of the capital, flags and banners are flying, the eight banner elites are lined up around, their helmets are bright and their armor is bright, and their spears are like forests...

Dorgon rode a white horse and walked slowly by with Fan Wencheng and others. Dorgon had a faint smile on his face.

"Mr. Fan, now all the athletes of the Eight Banners have been changed to long spears and equipped with muskets, which has amazing combat power. How can the Han people have weak culture and can they compete with the Eight Banners who grow on horseback?"

"What the prince said is that Gu Zhenhua took advantage of his tricks and the weapons he relied on had been seen through! Two months ago, I made twenty grenades to the skilled craftsman, which were very powerful."

"Grenade? Is it the grenade that the people below mentioned?"

"That's right, An** is not a god. They don't have any grenades. They just make the flowering bullets smaller, with a height of more than a pound, and a warrior with a height of arms and long arms can be thrown far. The minister has ordered the selection of warriors and throw grenades specifically. It will definitely beat An*** so hard that he can urinate!"

"Okay, very good!"

Dorgon's face was full of joy. Since he was forced to give up Shanxi, he could only control the two provinces of Northern Zhili and Shandong, and his situation became increasingly sinister.

There are only two ways before the Tartars. One is to retreat outside the pass and become their savage again. The other is to fight to the death, defeat An** and break out a new world.

Not long ago, a man claimed to be Obai's personal soldiers, who beg for food all the way to the capital and found Dorgon's mansion. After asking carefully, he said everything that Obai told him that Dorgon would withdraw from the pass and live a life of fishing and hunting between the white mountains and black waters again.

With such a piece of news, Dorgon locked himself in the study for three days. The water and rice were not stained. Prince Tang Rui was certainly not a fool. He knew very well what Oboi and Suksaha meant. Judging from the current situation, perhaps this choice was correct, but Dorgon kept asking himself: Are you willing?

The Central Plains Flower World, creating a foundation for a dynasty, is this what a temptation? Can he give up? Even if he wants to give up, can those Eight Banners who are immersed in prosperity give up? Beyond the barrier, can they still restore their wolf nature like their ancestors?

He was hungry and full, ate raw meat, slept in a tent, ate raw meat and drank blood. He never took a bath in his life! Not to mention others. Even Dorgon asked himself, he didn't have the courage!

Fight! Fight anyway! Dorgon is like a gambler. He wants to bet on all his money, and the outcome depends on this time!

For half a year, the Tartars were actively preparing for war. Knowing that his troops were insufficient, Dorgon asked for help from various Mongolian troops, promising them to send troops to help.

At the same time, he actively trained new recruits and added new equipment. Speaking of which, Dorgon thought hard, but he did not find a way to restrain An**. He could only try his best to imitate An** to configure equipment and use copycats to make genuine products.

However, Dorgon is still a disciple of the Eight Banners who are confident in riding and shooting. As long as he has the same equipment, he will never lose to An**.

"Please see, please."

Following Fan Wencheng's finger direction, a row of ten cannons appeared in front of him. There were dozens of Westerners standing behind the cannons. An old man in the lead was wearing a black robe with gold edges and a cross covered with gems and diamonds hung on his chest.

Seeing Dorgon, the old man hurried forward, bowed deeply, and said murmurly.

"The Regent, this Portuguese missionary from Macau, is named Sherford. He was a bishop. It was him and his men who built these artillery. They wish His Majesty the Qing Dynasty could achieve a precious victory!"

When Dorgon heard this, he laughed: "Well, you are quite good at speaking. You made great contributions to the Qing Dynasty. But you just don't know what the power is?"

Sherford and others exchanged glances with each other, and then said, "Great Your Highness, we can show the excellent performance of the cannon!"

Dorgon immediately agreed, they set up a target a mile away, and then Scherfu personally directed the aim, and ten cannons fired one after another, and the mountain shook and the earth was shaking loudly.

I saw waves of flying sand and stones rising from afar, and the target exploded into pieces, drowning the smoke of gunpowder. The rumbling sound made Dorgon's eardrum hurt. But he didn't care at all, his eyes were full of surprises, and he was almost crazy.

Blossom bullet, Blossom bullet!

This is also one of An**’s magic weapons to win. Unexpectedly, he also mastered such a powerful weapon, which is really gratifying!

Of course, Dorgon was not clear yet. His field artillery and flowering shells were even worse than the several-degree improved products of An**. He laughed wildly and said, "These Western priests have made great contributions. They need to reward them well. Ask them what they have to ask, and they all agreed!"

After hearing the translator's words, Scherford was immediately overjoyed. He originally wanted to go to An** to try his luck. However, he received the news that An** was only interested in technology and had a strong learning ability. It won't take long for their abilities to be squeezed out, but their passionate missionary career was in full swing, and there was no news!

After understanding these things, Sherford could only bet on the "barbarians" in the north!

"Regent, they want to build churches in the capital, and they also want to convert more people to God."

"Hahaha, what is this requirement? Give them 200,000 taels of silver to build a large church. In addition, Your Majesty is not young anymore, just when he is studying and improving. Mr. Sherford is very knowledgeable, so he asked His Majesty to respect him as Mafa and learn from Mr. Sherford's Western learning!"

Western missionaries have long known that in order to open the gates of ancient China, they must take the upper level. Now that they can build churches in the capital, letting the emperor learn from them, it is like a pie falling from the sky, and happiness is about to knock them out.

Sherford was even more happy. It seemed that his choice was correct, and he was a hundred times smarter than Johnson Chan and the others!

Fan Wencheng also looked at these proud foreigners, and was very disdainful. It turned out that they were barbarians, and they couldn't even see how they used them.

"Everyone, you can't let down the regent's kindness. Now, hurry up and create artillery for the Qing Dynasty. The more you make, the more rewards you will get!"

"We understand, we must do our best!"

After seeing the cannon, Dorgon's confidence expanded again, and he chatted and laughed all the way, and all the Qing dynasties were infected.

Prince Lian Wakda is the fourth son of Daishan. Among the existing princes and princes, he has a high status. He said: "Regent, my Eight Banners' children are already strong and powerful. They are fully equipped with military equipment. Now the Southern Barbarians are about a month away from Xia Seong. When they use troops during Xia Seong, the Southern Barbarians are the weakest. I think they will succeed in one fell swoop!"

Dorgon smiled slightly and said proudly: "Okay, I know how to use my brain. This is a good time. You all have to prepare!"

I just returned to the palace. Ning Wan, I hurried over and said to Dorgon with a smile: "Regent, good news. I just came to Tianjin to report that I had found many wrecks on the sea. It was because Pidao wanted to use the same trick to attack Tianjin again, but after encountering storms, the entire army was wiped out!"

"Hahahaha, it turns out that God is standing on the side of the Qing Dynasty. Gu Zhenhua, what other tricks can you do! I will send an order to prepare the flags and fight in the south!"

...

Kaifeng, Liaowang Mansion, General Staff.

Since April and May, almost all the generals from all walks of life have arrived. Li Xu, Guo Yunlong, Xie Bin, Yue Polu, Zhou Yingjie, Li Guo, Gao Yigong, Huang Degong, Ma Jinzhong, Jin Shengheng, Li Wanqing, Li Nian... and others have squeezed the house.

"Prince, I'm back!"

The one who spoke was Zou Tong. He was the farthest away and came back from Dongjiang Town, Pidao, and was covered in dust.

"General Lu heard that the prince was preparing to fight the Tartars, and our Dongjiang Town could not be behind. If the prince had any instructions, just say it!"

Gu Zhenhua smiled and said, "Dongjiang Town is far away from the sea, so it is absolutely impossible to fight with the army. However, your surprise soldiers are outstanding, but a force that cannot be underestimated. President Li, what should you do?"

Li Jibo said: "Prince, General Lu is not a daughter, he has many ideas and ruthless methods. I heard that she has installed a lot of spies in Liaodong, so he asked them to choose their own target opportunities. We are so far away, so we can't talk about it on paper!"

Gu Zhenhua nodded: "That's right, this battle will be played with you. In addition, I will tell General Lu that he should use more North Korean and Japanese soldiers. In short, he will not feel sorry for his death!"

Zou Tong looked proud and smiled: "Prince, you don't need to remind me. General Lu has done this long ago. She has sent more than 2,000 Korean soldiers to confuse the Tartars. Just wait and see the show!"

The big guys were talking about military information, and they became more and more enthusiastic, and Yue Polu’s voice was the loudest.

"Brothers, Brother Xue has just cultivated the first batch of war horses. There are not many, but they are tall and majestic. Compared with Mongolian horses, they are full of energy. I dare to guarantee that they will defeat the Tartars in an instant!"

Yue Polu said this well. When Gu Zhenhua was about to start breeding war horses, he originally wanted to go to Arabia to buy stallions. However, when the Westerners in Southeast Asia heard that the price was appropriate, they actually secretly sold some military horses. After breeding, the first batch of 1,500 war horses were equipped with cavalry, and the combat effectiveness of the cavalry suddenly increased a lot!

Xie Bin was not willing to be outdone and smiled and said, "Old brother, the cavalry is a treasure. I think it's better to wait until the end. Our musket soldiers are also equipped with three thousand Minnie guns, all of which are hungry and thirsty!"

While talking, Fang Jianming and Wu Kaijie walked in one after another. Fang Jianming first put a memorial in front of Gu Zhenhua.

"Prince, this is a memorial jointly issued by the left censor Fan Keqin, the Minister of War He Tengjiao, the Minister of War He Tengjiao, the Grand Secretary Zhu Tianlin, and the Minister of Personnel Wu Zhenyu. The minister of the Ministry of Personnel Zhang Xiaoqi, Li Yongji, Wang Huacheng, Wan Ao and others. Someone in the Zhongzhou Forum proposed the claim of no monarch, and they asked to kill the demons."

Gu Zhenhua said to Wu Kaijie without comment: "If you have any news, let's talk about it together!"

"Prince, according to the Datong Border Newspaper, Mongolian Tumote, Ordos, Korqin and other troops, a total of 300,000 cavalrymen went south!"

Speaking of this, he paused: "Prince, I'm afraid that the total strength of the Tartars will exceed 500,000 this time, which can be said to be a battle of scattered nations!" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!