Ming Taizi's Total War

Chapter 271 Donate Silver
"In this way, we will have [-] to [-] soldiers who can defend against the enemy. At that time, we, the Qing Dynasty, can advance and retreat freely, whether we are defending the capital or retreating outside the customs."

Speaking of this, Dorgon looked confident, as if he was ready to fight the Ming army.

"Can this move keep my mother and child safe? The ancestral temple and society are safe?" Bumbutai asked as soon as Dorgon finished speaking.

After all, she was just a woman, and most of her thoughts were about herself and her children.

"Don't worry, Queen Mother, even if we fail, we will be able to return to Liaodong safely." Dorgon assured.

Just after Dorgon finished answering Bumbutai, Daishan stood up and said.

"Everyone, now is the critical moment of my life and death. I hope that everyone will not be selfish and contribute all the weapons, armor, gold and silver hidden in the home."

"Our glory and wealth will only be valuable if we win the war and conquer the world. Otherwise, it will be just a passing cloud that will be blown away by the wind."

It turned out that Daishan stood up and mobilized the nobles to take out all their family assets and stop hiding them.

The aristocrats of Mite Island benefited a lot from the decades of Ming and Qing wars. Every time the Qing army entered the customs, they would plunder a large amount of wealth and people. The life of the nobles of the Ming Dynasty was the same.

Today, if they take out their family assets, it will definitely be an extremely terrifying sum.

"Prince Li and I will set an example first, and I, Dorgon, will offer 10 taels of silver." Hearing Daishan's words to mobilize everyone, Dorgon knew that only one person set an example first before others could follow suit, so he took the lead Stand up and announce that you will donate 10 taels of silver.

Now he is his uncle Regent, who holds the power of the court, and what he did is actually just turning his left hand into his right hand.

However, it seems that the princes and nobles of Qizhou just fell in love with him. Seeing that Dorgon stood up and was the first to take the money, they also donated [-] or [-] yuan.

If Zhu Cihong was standing here and saw this scene, he would definitely sigh, if the royal relatives and relatives in the capital were willing to stand up and set an example, and take tens of thousands of taels of silver at will, how could Chongzhen end up hanging himself on Meishan Mountain? .

Don't think that tens of thousands of taels is a lot of money. In this era, the annual income of an ordinary farm family is probably less than ten taels per household. This is still a relatively wealthy farm family.

The end of the Ming Dynasty was the end of the dynasty, and the polarization between the rich and the poor was extreme. Those royal relatives and relatives were not worth a few thousand taels of silver. Even if they donated tens of thousands of taels of silver, it was nothing to them.

Unless you have to pay more than [-] yuan at once, it's called hurting your muscles and bones.

In fact, 10 taels of silver is all Dorgon's savings. He is not a miser. Although he has experienced many battles and captured countless trophies, Nurhachi and Huang Taiji often reward him.

But in order to win over people's hearts, he often distributed loot and rewards to his subordinates, and he was not willing to manage his own property, so the only money he had on hand was 10 taels of silver.

Bumubutai, who was hiding behind the curtain, saw the scene in front of him and thought to himself, it seems that Jin Dorgon's uncle's regent still has some effect.

Perhaps, if the capital can be defended, it is unknown that Fulin can continue to be the emperor of the Qing Dynasty here.

After the court meeting ended, fireworks lit up everywhere in the capital, but they were not the fireworks of ordinary people's homes, but the fireworks of the Ministry of War, the Ordnance Bureau, and the blacksmith shop.

In order to manufacture armor, swords, arrows, and city defense tools such as barbed caltrops and repelling horses for the army, workshops large and small in the capital, both officials and civilians, were all set into motion.

Most of them were built for the soldiers who were newly added to the green battalion. After all, they were newly added. They had no weapons or armor before, so they needed to be temporarily built.

There are also other green battalion troops with relatively poor equipment, which were also armed by Dorgon with better equipment.

Although the green battalion was all Han Chinese, the situation was critical, and Dorgon couldn't care less. As long as it was a way to enhance the combat effectiveness of the army, he tried everything.

But the officers and soldiers of the Eight Banners have all gone through honing, with excellent armor and sharp knives and guns, and it is almost impossible to temporarily increase their combat effectiveness.

So Dorgon put his mind on the green battalion. He sent officers to train the green battalion soldiers day and night, and ordered the craftsmen in the whole city to make weapons and armor, preparing to arm the green battalion soldiers to the teeth like the Eight Banners soldiers.

It's a pity that everything Dorgon has done is doomed to be in vain. Now outside the capital, there are not only Zhu Cihong's large Ming army marching here, but also Abnai's prairie cavalry swimming like wild wolves.

On a plain more than [-] miles outside the capital, countless herds of cattle, sheep and horses were walking on the grass, and there were countless white tents along with it.

In a big tent like a dome temple, Borgo hurried in.

"Scouts, the scouts are here to report that the Ming army has arrived fifty miles away from the capital." As soon as the scouts found the traces of the Ming army, Borgo hurriedly told Abney the good news.

"Great, it's finally here. It seems that the capital will fall into our hands this time, and Dorgon's group of wild boar skins in Mite Island will die without a place to bury them." Abnai said excitedly.

Although he and Zhu Cihong are not of the same nationality, in general, he hates Mizhou more than Central Plains.

"Let's go make peace with the Ming army." Abnai suggested.

"Slow down, don't rush." ​​Borgo called Abney excitedly.

"Why?" Abnai looked at Borgo with a puzzled and puzzled face.

He didn't understand why Borgo wouldn't let himself join them when the friendly troops came.

"Your Majesty, do you really regard them as friends?" Borgo reminded.

"Not to mention that we are close to Zhu Cihong now, what if he seizes the military power, and what should we do if we don't have the flag of the Ming army, and if we are too close to the Ming army, what should we do if we are attacked as an enemy?"

Still Borgo was mature and prudent and asked many questions.

As long as it is related to politics, it is true that there are no permanent friends, only permanent interests.

Borguo felt that as long as possible, Zhu Cilang would definitely get rid of Abnai, then occupy the army, and then occupy the Chahar Grassland.

"What you said makes sense, but now I have accepted the title of Daming and become their Prince Chahar. The emperor of Ming came to attack the capital, but I didn't go to help. Isn't it too unreasonable?" Abnai said aggrievedly .

He is now in a dilemma, not knowing what to do.

"We can swim outside the capital and attack it. As long as we shoot a few arrows under the city from time to time, isn't that also helping Daming?" Borgo suggested.

(End of this chapter)