Three days later.

Dorgon rushed back to Shengjing from Dachangshan Island in Jinzhou, exhausted.

Shengjing City has nine gates.

They are Fushengmen in the north, Jiumen (called Zhenbianmen during the Wanli period), and Dizaimen.

The outer gate on the west is Huaiyuan Gate.

Tianyou Gate and Desheng Gate in the south.

The Fujin Gate and Neizhi Gate on the east.

At this time, outside the Neizhi Gate, Fan Wencheng was leading a group of people waiting patiently.

Not long.

Dorgon appeared in the field of vision with more than 200 personal soldiers. As the dust raised by the horses' hooves got closer and closer, Dorgon and his entourage also arrived outside the city gate.

"Greetings to Prince Rui!" Fan Wencheng and a group of people saluted.

"No need to be polite, everyone," Dorgon smiled as he rode on his horse and said to Fan Wencheng, "Mr. Fan, please get on the horse. Let's talk while we walk!"

"Okay!" Fan Wencheng jumped on the horse and came to a position slightly behind Dorgon's right hand side.

Other soldiers were scattered around to protect them.

"Prince Rui!" Fan Wencheng lowered his voice, "Something has changed in the court."

"What's going on?" Dorgon frowned.

Fan Wencheng recounted what happened in the court in the most concise language.

After hearing that Fulin was going to take power, Dorgon, who rarely got angry in public, raised his eyebrows and said, "How can this be absurd! How can the Qing Dynasty let a twelve-year-old child decide the fate of the country? This is too much of a joke!"

"Your Highness, please keep your voice down!" Fan Wencheng hastily advised, "This is Shengjing, there are spies everywhere, Your Highness should be careful."

"Alas!" Dorgon sighed, "Mr. Fan, the emperor has already taken power. Did I make this trip in vain?"

"It was not a wasted trip!" Fan Wencheng shook his head cautiously. "According to the news from the Empress Dowager, Sony wants to arrange three people to assist the emperor. Two regents will help with government affairs, and one general will be responsible for leading the troops in battle."

"Three people?" Dorgon's eyes lit up. "Which position should I apply for? Regent or general?"

Fan Wencheng looked around cautiously and continued to shake his head, "Your Majesty must remember not to fight for anything!"

"What?" Dorgon couldn't believe his ears. "Shouldn't we seize this God-given opportunity?"

Before, he wouldn't even dare to think about it.

But now Daishan is dead, and after Fulin took power, he abolished Jirgalang's position as regent.

We should take this opportunity to regain power.

Fan Wencheng not only did not allow him to fight for power, but instead let him lie down.

It's so unreasonable.

"Your Majesty!" Fan Wencheng bowed to Dorgon on his horse, "This is the first time that the Emperor has taken power, so he must hope to make some achievements that are obvious to all! The position of the Regent Minister may seem to be second only to the Emperor, but the responsibility he bears is greater than the sky."

"If it is done well, it is the emperor's credit; if it is not done well, the responsibility lies entirely with the regent."

"When the time comes, the regent will be dead without a burial place!"

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Dorgon took a breath of cold air.

Before, he only wanted to seize power, but he didn't expect there were so many twists and turns involved.

It seems that the position of regent cannot be touched.

"Mr. Fan," Dorgon looked at Fan Wencheng with a little more respect in his eyes, "Since I can't compete for the position of regent, then I can always be the general, right?"

Fan Wencheng shook his head again.

Dorgon was a little angry. "This is not okay, that is not okay. What's the point of me coming back? I came back at a risk. The Ming navy is invading the border. If I leave, the morale of the Eight Banners navy will drop greatly!"

Looking at the nearby Prince Rui's Mansion, Fan Wencheng whispered, "Your Highness, let's go to the mansion and discuss it in detail."

"Okay!" Dorgon rode into the mansion on horseback.

After exchanging greetings with his family, Dorgon took Fan Wencheng to his study.

The door closed and the two sat down facing each other.

"Go ahead!" Dorgon took a sip of tea.

Fan Wencheng glanced around the room, stood up and walked to the map hanging on the wall, pointed at Ningyuan City and said, "Your Highness, do you think the Eight Banners soldiers can defend Ningyuan City?"

"Hmm..." Dorgon pondered for a long time, "Ningyuan City is too close to the sea. Based on my understanding of the Ming Navy, the Eight Banners soldiers can only defend for a while, not for too long!"

Fan Wencheng shook his head slightly, pointed to the Mongolian grassland and said, "According to the latest news, the Ordos and Xitumed tribes have already paid tribute to the Ming court! Although the Chahar tribe did not explicitly express its surrender, it also secretly sent cattle and sheep to the Ming court's border troops."

"The cavalry that Li Xingzhong helped the Ming court build is very capable!"

Dorgon raised his head and asked, "Mr. Fan, what you mean is... their fighting power is comparable to that of the Eight Banners?"

"That's about right," Fan Wencheng nodded. "The Ming army now has four elite units! Wu Sangui's Guanning Army, Li Xingzhong's cavalry, Deng Lai's navy, and the white-pole soldiers who are there to wipe out the bandits!"

"If the Ming court gathers these elite troops to counterattack Liaodong, the Eight Banners soldiers may not be able to hold on even if they defend to the death, let alone defeat them head-on! The only way is to trade space for time, fight and retreat at the same time, use cities to disperse the Ming army's forces, and stretch the Ming army's battle line!"

"When the Ming army's forces are dispersed enough and the battle line is long enough, loopholes will appear in the battle line and logistics. If we can seize the opportunity to launch an attack, our army will win!"

Dorgon narrowed his eyes and said, "That is to say...the general in charge of leading the troops will definitely lose cities and territory in the early stage, and will only reap the fruits of the battle in the later stage?"

"Yes, the time is not right yet." Fan Wencheng nodded, "That's why I hope Your Majesty will not compete for the position of regent or general. When the time is right, Your Majesty can easily make a comeback!"

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