"I gave Mandahai a way out, but these traitors have a different mind, a joke." Li Mingxun said disdainfully.

In fact, Li Mingxun knew very well that he had actually enfeoffed Mandahai. Not to mention that people with lower identities than Mandahai had thoughts, even Shunzhi had thoughts. The news of Mandahai's surrender to Liaodong reached Qingzhou. Shunzhi only asked people to take over the relatives and slaves of Mandahai in the pass, and even the prince's mansion in the capital did not search the house. Then he asked the United States for peace talks. This time, he would not talk about the brotherly country, but to cut the river and govern it. He directly asked to retreat and retreat outside the pass, and forever be a barrier of the United States. Of course, this was rejected by Li Mingxun again. He did not think that the Qing Dynasty, which was seriously injured, could rise again outside the pass, but in the hope of victory, he hoped that anyone who brought disaster to this nation and this land would pay the price!

"Yes, if those Mongols came, they might be able to bargain." He Wenxi smiled.

The United States actually sealed the Mandahai Sea, which was for the nomadic peoples walking on the grassland counted in tens of millions of square kilometers in the northwest were not for the Qing Dynasty or the traitors to retreat. Although Li Mingxun did not block the door to surrender, he could not have any inappropriate thoughts.

Li Mingxun said: "Those Mongolians are rootless duckweed now and will not take the bait for the time being. By the way, what price is Zhang Cunren want?"

The contact between the Security Bureau and Zhang Cunren has not actually been interrupted. When the Army landed in Qingdao and launched a war, it had contacted Zhang Cunren. At that time, Zhang Cunren was no longer loyal to the Qing Dynasty, but the price was too high. Simply put, it was more important than the Three Feudatories of the Southwest. He actually enfeoffed a province, took control of his own money and grain, and the vassal state. Naturally, Li Mingxun would not agree to this condition.

Later, there was a confrontation in Qingzhou. The Qing Dynasty suffered hardships in Qingzhou camp, and Zhang Cunren's price was reduced, but he also proposed to at least have a position of veteran. Of course, now that the Qing Dynasty is in great success, it is probably better than Mandahai.

"Now that the Qing Dynasty was strictly controlled, he did not dare to send a confidant. He sent a small person in the name of Gao Di, but only asked for the price and did not put forward the conditions." He Wenxi said simply.

Li Mingxun nodded slightly and said, "If you ask someone to reply to him, get me Shunzhi's head, and give him whatever Mandahai has."

"This...the price is too low, the head of the Tartar Emperor..." He Wenxi was a little stunned.

Li Mingxun laughed: "Shunzhi's head is worth the price. Now the battle is controlled by us. Humph, the winner will be decided this winter."

Li Mingxun was not talking big. Shunzhi's original plan was to wait for the reinforcements in Jiangnan to arrive, escort the grain and grass of Jiangnan and the Central Plains to the camp, and then take the initiative to attack, and decide the outcome. However, Roto's army was severely damaged and surrounded Linqing. The grain of Jiangnan was obtained by the army. Although while the mobile corps were against Roto, the Qing Dynasty collected a batch of summer grain from Shandong and entered the camp, and then dismissed a large number of strong men in the camp, but it was not supported next year. You should know that there are not only more than 200,000 mouths for eating, but also more than 120,000 war horses in the Qingzhou camp. These are also large grain consumption users, not to mention that Qingzhou camp did not obtain cotton and cotton cloth this year, and winter clothes were difficult to solve.

This winter, the Qing army either freezes to death and starves to death, or goes out to the camp to fight, and there is no other way to survive.

He Wenxi naturally knew this, and he said: "I am afraid that Zhang Cunren will not follow him and cooperate with the south."

"That's to seek death." Li Mingxun smiled coldly.

He Wenxi knew Li Mingxun's attitude at this point. He felt that Zhang Cunren was just an optional existence in Li Mingxun's eyes. He asked: "Since Zhang Cunren is nothing, why not expose this matter and let him kill each other."

Lee Mingxun smiled: "It's a good idea, but we have to look at Zhang Cunren's response. Maybe he can really surprise us?"

Qingzhou.

Zhang Cunren sat in front of the yamen desk, his eyes were red and swollen. In the eyes of others, this was caused by his hard work in the Qing Dynasty. In fact, Shunzhi had issued edicts several times and was constantly rewarded, but only Zhang Cunren knew that he was the result of having something in his heart and unable to sleep at night.

What conditions will the Eastern Federation give? Where is the actual title, how many people, how many fiefs, and what titles will be? If you cannot meet your requirements, do you really need to contact the south? What treatment will the south be given?

"Sir, you have a letter from home." The official sent a letter to Zhang Cunren. He had no choice but to put down the pond newspaper in his hand and asked while dismantling the letter, "Who sent it?"

"A strange servant is not like your mansion. I heard that he came from the capital. Oh, by the way, he said his name is Gao Cheng." The mu official said honestly.

Zhang Cunren, who had been halfway through, stopped when he heard the name Gao Cheng. Zhang Cunren's face changed and seemed a little excited, but then smiled: "It's the slave of his in-laws, let him come in."

The official felt something was wrong, but he couldn't say it, and said, "Then Gao Cheng sent the letter and went back to your residence to wait for the reward."

"Oh?" Zhang Cunren felt something was wrong. He asked the lord Gao Cheng's appearance, but it was very different from the real lord Gao Cheng. He already understood that either Gao Cheng had contacted Dongfan and sent someone to send a letter to him, or Gao Cheng was discovered. This letter was a trap.

Zhang Cunren said: "The high school hasn't seen it for many years, but it has changed. It's so strange."

As he said that, he opened the letter and looked at the letter in front of the muye. The content of the letter was very simple, and he asked Zhang Cunren to cut off Shunzhi's head for the same treatment as Mandahai. The only convincing thing was that the seal on the corner was not fake. Zhang Cunren believed that Gao Cheng had contacted Dongfan, which was not a condom.

"Oh..., this happened." Zhang Cunren patted his head, put away the letter, stood up, and said to several staff members: "Sir, something happened at home, I am so embarrassed that I am very worried. Go back and ask in detail first, and say goodbye."

After throwing a word, Zhang Cunren left. He walked in the familiar corridor, but he could hear his heartbeat, and his face gradually turned red. He left the yamen, got into a sedan chair, and returned to his residence. Sure enough, he had no height. He arrived at his study room and could no longer bear it. He kicked the book case next to him and cursed: "Dongfan Islander, you should be so despised me, you deserve to die, damn!"

Zhang Cunren felt only contempt. Although the treatment of Mandahai was the first to the war between the United States and the Qing Dynasty, it was really not high. Not to mention the unindependent banner and military power, even the reward was not high, with only 1,500 households, which was equivalent to five Niulu and Yijiala people. For this kind of reward, they had to kill Shunzhi's head to change it!

That's not all. The letter did not talk about the issue of planning and cooperation, and there was no guarantee. It just asked himself to bring up the emperor's head to change. As for whether he could save his life in the process, Dongfan didn't care at all, as if Emperor Shunzhi's head was a watermelon on a fruit stall, he could lift it with his hand.

"If you don't give me a way to live, don't blame me!" Zhang Cunren thought for a long time, then suddenly gritted his teeth and shouted. He called his housekeeper and said, "Go, hand over the sign to the palace, and say I want to see the emperor."

It took only half an hour to see the emperor as he wished. For this reason, the emperor delayed the request of several Grand Secretary Suizheng, which shows that the emperor valued Zhang Cunren. When Zhang Cunren walked into the room, Shunzhi looked pale, holding a wet wipe in his hand and covering his head, but he was already looking at the memorials of Shukan Mountain. The fragrance of Buddha in the air was very heavy, but Zhang Cunren knew that it was the emperor covering up the smell of medicine.

"Zhang Qing is here, come here, give Zhang Qing a seat." Shunzhi raised his head and saw Zhang Cunren kneeling on the ground, and said with a smile.

Zhang Cunren looked in fear and fear, and finally sat on the small stool. He had not seen the emperor for seven or eight days. Although the young monarch in front of him was still a little weak, his spirit was much better. The war became more and more dangerous, and the emperor's fighting spirit became more and more high. He completely lost his appearance of being trapped in love when he first left the capital. At the beginning of the year, he suffered a great humiliation of the national humiliation such as "Crown" and the emperor did not even mention the fact that he became a monk.

Perhaps the saying is right, people are forced to do it. When they are in danger, they are in a life and death of the Qing Dynasty. There is really no room for the emperor to be pretentious. They work hard to cure the country but are not sure to turn the tide, let alone decadent and ineffective.

Shunzhi was satisfied with Zhang Cunren. What did the Qing army rely on to support him in Shandong for so long? It was not the elite soldiers of the Eight Banners or the Green Camp army. It was the exquisitely designed and extremely solid camp, the military rations that Zhang Cunren had accumulated for many years, and the manpower he obtained after he had been in charge for a long time and had the help of local gentry. Moreover, compared with other Eight Banners powerful men who were restricted and those who could only fight desperately, Zhang Cunren also had more ideas and talents.

Take the Jiangnan reinforcements led by Roto as a result of this time, Zhang Cunren strongly advocated the eastward advance, test the weaknesses and strengths of the East, and involved his troops, and then took the opportunity to plunder the summer grains of Wuding, Jinan, Qingzhou and Dongchang, so that the Qingzhou camp temporarily tides through the difficulties. Otherwise, the city's grain would not be able to reach even ten months.

Shunzhi waited for Zhang Cunren to sit down, with a worried look on his face: "Zhang Qing, Roto came to report five times in three days, saying that the main force of the Eastern Band besieged Linqing and attacked day and night. Linqing only had 15,000 Eight Banners and 10,000 Green Camp. If Qingzhou did not provide support, it would be difficult to support ten days. By the way, Jining had already broken the city, and the Eight Banners stranded there were more than 5,000 Eight Banners below Duranbele, either died in battle, killed or captured as slaves."

Zhang Cunren had already been calculating in his heart and said, "Your Majesty, don't say that the defense of Linqing City will not be broken even in one or two months. I think that the East Bank is besieged day and night, but I just want you to get into the trap and force me to send reinforcements in Qingzhou, so that they can also surround and fight for reinforcements."

Shunzhi sighed: "Don't I know that this is an Eastern Conspiracy, but Luoto's country has tens of thousands of people, and it must not be abandoned. Qingzhou is short of Linqing's food. If Linqing City is broken, Qingzhou will not be able to survive this winter."

Zhang Cunren asked carefully: "Emperor, can there be a response to the matter of serving the king?"

Shunzhi's face was broken, and the pen in his hand slammed on the table, cursing: "Hong Chengchou was shirking his responsibilities in Huguang, Wu Sangui refused to leave the vassal in the southwest. Although Yue Le was determined, if he was to serve the king, the two Zhejiangs would lose, and Jiangnan would also collapse. Moreover, the green camp generals of the two camps in Jiangning and Hangzhou had already made private connections. If Yue Le forced him, he would be afraid that something would happen."

As he said that, Shunzhi's voice was harsh: "The gentry in the south already had a strange intention. I was afraid that he would sit in the mountains and watch the tiger fight, and wanted to gain the benefits of the fisherman."

Zhang Cunren had already known that this would be the response. In fact, he knew more than Shunzhi. Zhang Cunren asked: "What did those ministers and grand senators say?"

"Some people advocate leaving the camp, retreating to Linqing, and joining the shares with Roto, so as to get food. Some people advocate moving eastward with all their might and fighting to the death with the Eastern Band." Shunzhi said lightly: "After fighting, there is no good idea."

Zhang Cunren knew that the so-called good idea was to have the idea of ​​winning. The idea of ​​withdrawing Linqing was actually to escape. He retreated to Linqing first, then retreated to Zhili and then Beijing, and moving eastward was to desperately make a desperate idea, that is, he wanted to take advantage of his strength to fight for a way out, but no matter which idea, he was not sure.

Shunzhi looked at Zhang Cunren and found that he looked up several times, but he wanted to speak but stopped, so he said, "Does Zhang Qing have other ways to save the country in seconds?"

Zhang Cunren looked determined to die, knelt directly on the ground, kowtowed and shouted: "The slave has a perfect plan, which can protect the main force of the Qingzhou army, but it will harm the interests of the Eight Banners. But if you don't say it, it is really an act of unfaithfulness and filial piety. The slave begged the emperor to beg the emperor to submit a memorial. If... if offends the power of heaven, I beg the emperor to bypass the slave family for more than 20 years of loyalty, and to the servant......"

As he said that, Zhang Cunren actually started crying, looking like he was brave enough to report Chen. Shunzhi was stunned for a moment, got up and walked to Zhang Cunren, helped him up, held Zhang Cunren's hand and said, "Zhang Qing is loyal, I know that you are planning for the Qing Dynasty. How can I blame you? If you say yes, I will never blame you."

Zhang Cunren wiped his tears and thanked him again, saying: "I think that going east and west is a dead end. Instead of fighting with the foundation of our ancestors and national blood, it is better to go south and fight for a life!"

"Going south?" Shunzhi's face changed and he was suddenly overjoyed, as if the world had opened another window for him. He excitedly patted Zhang Cunren's hand: "Speak quickly, talk quickly."
Chapter completed!