Under the gaze of the crowd, Fan Wencheng bowed respectfully and said, "Your Majesty, all the princes and ministers please be patient."

"Stop talking nonsense and get to the point. I don't have time to chat with you here!" Hauge said, slamming the table.

"Good!" Fan Wencheng suppressed his anger and said, "Emperor Taizu (Nurhaci) decided on the strategy of uniting with Mongolia to resist the Ming Dynasty after he started his rebellion, and Emperor Taizong (Huang Taiji) also continued this strategy after he succeeded to the throne."

"Now the Ming court wants to use military force against the grassland tribes. If the Qing Dynasty does not help at this time, how can it convince the people?"

"Once the Mongolian tribes surrender to the Ming court, the Qing Dynasty will lose its helpers, but the most terrible thing is that the Ming court can obtain high-quality war horses from them!"

"In time, if the Ming court uses these horses to train a powerful cavalry, it will be a big trouble for the Qing Dynasty!"

"So what I mean is that you should not only help, but also help with all your strength!"

After listening to Fan Wencheng's analysis, everyone looked at each other in surprise.

Haoge stared with his triangular eyes and said, "Fan Wencheng, do you think too highly of the Ming army?"

"Even if we give them enough war horses, what can we do? The Guanning Army is the elite of the Ming court, right? Were they beaten to a pulp by the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty? If they were as powerful as you say, why did they lose the entire Liaodong?"

"Yes, Fan Wencheng, don't try to boost the enemy's morale and destroy our army's prestige!" Duoduo echoed.

Everyone present showed a proud attitude.

Fan Wencheng nodded and said expressionlessly: "After the Battle of Songjin in the sixth year of Chongde (the fourteenth year of Chongzhen), the Ming court lost all its territory outside the Great Wall, leaving only the isolated city of Ningyuan."

"In the first year of Shunzhi (the seventeenth year of Chongzhen), Wu Sangui led the Guanning Army to abandon Ningyuan and return to Shanhaiguan."

"It took three years from the sixth year of Chongde to the first year of Shunzhi. If the Guanning Army was really so weak, why did the Eight Banners Army fail to capture the isolated city of Ningyuan after three years?"

Fan Wencheng's words were like a slap in the face to everyone, making them shut up.

yes...

If the Ming army was really useless, then what were the Eight Banners troops that failed to capture Ningyuan?

I'm afraid it's even worse than trash.

"Okay," Regent Daishan said with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, "I agree with Mr. Fan's point of view. Everyone, please tell us what you think. Finally, the emperor will make the final decision."

With Jirgalang's leading example, others no longer hesitated and expressed their willingness to send troops to help the Mongols.

Little Fulin neither expressed support nor clear opposition, but covered his stomach and said under the gaze of everyone: "My stomach hurts a little, my nobles, please wait a moment, I will be back soon."

After leaving the throne, Fulin quickly walked out of the Chongzheng Hall, passed through the palace gate and came to the hall on the first floor of the Phoenix Tower.

Bumbutai (Xiaozhuang's name) and Zhezhe had been waiting here for a long time.

"Mother," Fulin said to his mother, "The result of the discussion is out. All the princes and nobles agree to send troops to help the Mongols."

Bumbutai (Xiaozhuang) nodded and said, "Fan Wencheng is indeed quite capable."

Fulin didn't know what she meant, so he could only continue to ask: "Mother, what should we do next?"

"When you return, tell them you agree to send troops, and then let Prince Zheng Jirgalang preside over the meeting."

Fulin nodded vigorously, turned and left.

After Fulin left, Bumbutai (Xiaozhuang) lowered her head and thought for a while, then raised her head and said to Zhezhe: "Aunt, I think the time has come."

Zhezhe was stunned: "What time?"

"It's time for Dorgon to rise again."

"you..."

"Aunt, listen to me," Bumbutai took a deep breath, "After Dorgon lost power, he went to Korea to purchase military supplies. During that time, Jirgalang and Daishan jointly ruled."

"During this period, the faithful and loyal uncle Jirgalang could neither convince the people nor achieve any results. The regent Daishan was not much better. He relied on the power in his hands to act recklessly, ignored the law, and even despised Fulin."

"What's even more terrible is that Jirgalang and Daishan have been fighting for power to the point of being in chaos."

"If this continues, the Qing Dynasty will be over sooner or later."

Zhezhe knew all this, and she sighed, "Alas, Dorgon was defeated in his battle and was forced to leave the court. It's easy to leave the court, but it's hard to come back. How do you plan to get him back?"

"I can't do it!" Bumbutai shook her head gently, "But Fan Wencheng has a way."

"What can he do?" Zhezhe was very puzzled.

"I don't know," Bumbutai shook his head. "This was Fan Wencheng's idea. He said Jirgalang would act according to his ideas."

Zhezhe frowned and was a little worried: "You won't be deceived by someone like Fan Wencheng, right?"

"I don't know either. I can only trust him for now."

"No," Zhezhe's face was full of worry, "We have to go and watch it, so as not to fall into Fan Wencheng's trap."

"Okay." Bumbutai (Xiao Zhuang) simply tidied her clothes, quickly walked out of the Phoenix Tower and went to the back door of the Chongzheng Hall.

The Chongzheng Hall was extremely quiet at this time.

Jirgalang looked at everyone and asked again: "Since you all agree to send troops to help the Mongols fight, then don't avoid the issue of food and grass."

"As the saying goes, food and fodder go before troops move. Who will be responsible for transporting food and fodder for this expedition?"

Everyone lowered their heads at the same time and said nothing.

Being a grain transport officer is the most tiring and thankless job.

The grain transport officer had great responsibilities, but little military achievement.

Looking back at wars throughout the dynasties, the victorious side has never attributed the credit of victory to the grain transport officers.

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