Emperor Ming Dynasty

Taking advantage of the turmoil in his heart, Jin Yiwei also sneaked into this gap and connected them on a large scale.

Even, he blatantly shouted that the one who offered the city was Feng Bo.

This is the Spyker, even though it is said to be lowered to the Baron's Spyker, it is also extraordinary.

Being so blatant, the nobles in the Qing Dynasty immediately became uneasy.

"Regent, the Han army is no longer trustworthy, and the Mongolian army is also renounced, and they have run away a lot recently."

Gang Lin came out panting, seeing the pale Dorgon, he couldn't help but confided: "There are 110 and seven Niulu in the Eight Banners of Mengmeng. After removing the casualties, nearly 37 have escaped, and the remaining ones are only [-] Niulu."

"How much did the Eight Banners come back?"

Dorgon was silent for a moment, then asked.

Gang Lin understood that this refers to the Eight Banners of Manchuria.

"After some recruitment at the beginning of the year, the Eight Banners Manchuria restored to 97 Niulu, now the [-] Niulu in Ula, Jilin have been removed, Shengjing Yingcheng plus Guangning, there are only [-] Niulu fully compiled, and half of them are [-], with the incomplete Niulu combination, it should be able to make up thirty."

"That is to say, there are only two hundred of the three hundred at the beginning of the year?"

Dorgon was furious, and an abnormal blush rose instantly on his face.

Obviously, the three armies were all defeated. Although the core Eight Banners of Manchuria only accounted for [-]% to [-]% of the troops, they still suffered heavy losses.

All of a sudden, [-]% of the main force disappeared.

The Eight Banners of Manchuria is a full staff of 300 people, genuine goods at a fair price. In less than two months, nearly [-] young and strong people were laid down.

If there were more deaths, Manchuria would lose its incense.

This is a new batch of soldiers and horses, almost representing [-]% of young and strong men in Manchuria.

Although it will not break the spine, it is not far behind.

Without a few decades of reproduction, it will not recover at all.

Not to mention Meng Baqi, they went straight away, leaving only 7000 people.

Holding his breath, Dorgon finally asked: "How many Han troops are left?"

"Originally there were 120 Niulu, but now those who have fled back to Beijing only have 63 Niulu left. More than half of them have been lost, and their vitality has been seriously injured, so they can no longer be used."

Dorgon closed his eyes, and there was no response for a long time.

Gang Lin was puzzled, but he didn't dare to disturb him.

"Let the cabinet come in!"

In a word, Fan Wencheng, Qi Chongge, Ning Wanwo, and Hong Chengchou, who had been waiting for a long time, walked in with serious expressions.

"Can Shengjing still defend?"

Dorgon met several people, felt unwilling, and finally asked.

"Reporting to the Regent, the hearts of the people are terrified. If the city is not strong, it is because the hearts of the people are uncertain."

Fan Wencheng suppressed his boredom and said in a deep voice, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

"Besides, our army is not good at defending the city. If we try our best, even if Shengjing is secured, the nation will inevitably consume a lot, and the gains outweigh the losses."

"That makes sense." Dorgon nodded, with a smile on his weak face.

Ning Wanwo on the side is full of regrets, unfulfilled ambitions.

But Hong Chengchou was distraught and indignant.

It took several years to finally climb to the top, and you have not enjoyed a few days of power, and you tell me that the Qing Dynasty is about to die?

Wouldn't it be impossible to wash away my stigma as a second minister forever?Hanging on the history books?
Thinking of this, his eyes turned red.

When Dorgon saw the appearance of several people, especially Hong Chengchou who was so depressed, he felt emotional in his heart. After all, he was influenced, and my hard work over the years was not in vain.

It's just that it's too late.

At this point, he cheered up and said: "Liaodong is a place of bitter cold. Although the Ming army occupies it, it will not last long."

"I've planned a retreat long ago, and it is Jilin City, just like Nanjing in the Ming Dynasty, which can be used as a place for the emperor to hunt north."

"When the situation is clear, the army will go south and regain the original place."

These words made several people look excited, as if they were words of wisdom.

However, including Hong Chengchou and others, they all understand that although Jilin is still prosperous, after all, it used to be a city under the jurisdiction of Haixi Jurchen, but compared with Liaodong, it is very different.

Not to mention the population, the coal and iron in Fushun alone, and the craftsmen in Shenyang, even their flatterers can't keep up.

However, as the back road that has been preserved for a long time, where do they have any choice now?

Although Shengjing now looks like the end of the world, in fact the Ming army still has a long way to go.

After the defeat of Haoge Taiping Fort, he retreated to Liaoyang; after the defeat of Jierhalang Phoenix City, he retreated to Fengjibao.

As for Azig, he stuck to it in Guangning, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

According to Fan Wencheng and other optimistic estimates, under the obstacles of logistics and the city, although the journey is only two to three hundred miles, Shengjing still has ten days to retreat calmly.

"Get out!"

Dorgon waved his hand: "Let the emperor withdraw first with the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, and the family members of the Eight Banners."

"By the way, those craftsmen can't be left behind, this is the foundation of our future recovery."

In fact, the families of the Eight Banners and the families of the Baiguan had already secretly evacuated to the northernmost city of Kaiyuan, using the banner of visiting friends and hunting.

But now most of the people in Shengjing City are refugees who poured in from all over the place, and they are the main force to retreat.

Yu Jia slowly drove away from Shengjing City, and through the gap, he could even see the ancient city wall of Shengjing, which seemed to be a bit desolate.

It feels like the light rain is hazy, and the ruts on the ground are deep, as if they have been crushed a lot.

The shaking carriage made Shunzhi feel uneasy.

You remember the last time he left Shengjing, although he still remembered, his face was full of joy; now that he came again, it was extremely desolate.

Kitakari, what a nice name.

If it was in the prosperous period of the dynasty, it represented the supreme glory of the king, and he was patrolling the world; but if it was at this time, it was synonymous with fleeing.

"Queen, does the Qing Dynasty have such a miserable emperor as me?"

Shunzhi came back to his senses in a lonely way, and held Da Yuer's hand tightly, only to have a trace of warmth.

"Back then, the great grandfather fled everywhere, and it was worse than you. Didn't the thirteen sets of armor take down the country in the end?"

Da Yuer enlightened.

Shunzhi nodded.

It was only at this time that he realized that the establishment of the Qing Dynasty was only 38 years old, and it had gone through three generations of monarchs.

He may be the last.

The number of people who accompanied Yu Jia's departure exceeded [-], which can be described as mighty, and almost emptied the entire Shengjing.

At this time, order was almost completely gone, and everyone was running for their lives.

North, north.

Only Dorgon remained, and there were more than [-] Eight Banners soldiers by his side. These were the troops he was planning to take over Hauge, Azige, and Jierhalang.

At the beginning of June, it was Ji Erhalang who couldn't hold on first. He eagerly led the remnant soldiers to Shengjing without any will to fight.

Dorgon was worried about him, so he stopped the army and asked him to retreat northward.

Azig also retreated from Guangning and took over the task of defending the city.

However, less than two days after Dorgon evacuated, he left an empty city, making Hauge's face pale.

The one behind the palace was the hot-tempered Hauge.