Change your mindset.
Fulin would not do anything to go against his will.
In other words, as long as Jirgalang is not handed over to Fulin, he will not have to hand over his military power!
Looking at the light in Dorgon's eyes, Fan Wencheng asked in a low voice: "Have you figured it out, Your Majesty?"
"I've figured it out."
"So how does the prince plan to deal with Prince Zheng?"
"This..." Dorgon suddenly realized that this was a big problem.
Since he cannot be handed over to Fulin, the only options are to kill him or let him go.
Killing him is essentially the same as handing him over to Fulin, which is not advisable.
Letting him go is like letting a tiger return to the mountains, which is not advisable.
"Mr. Fan, what good ideas do you have?" Dorgon asked helplessly.
"Send someone wearing Prince Zheng's armor and carrying Prince Zheng's central army flag to break through our encirclement and rush into the nearby mountains and forests, giving the illusion that Prince Zheng has escaped." Fan Wencheng answered calmly.
"What about Jirgalang himself?" Dorgon asked again.
"That depends on how you plan to deal with him, Your Majesty." Fan Wencheng answered calmly again.
Dorgon thought for a moment, pointed at a few of his personal soldiers and ordered: "Put on Jirgalang's armor and carry his central army flag into the mountains. Find a place to bury the armor and flag."
When Jirgalang was taking off his armor, he woke up.
"You...what are you going to do?"
"Don't panic," Dorgon said with a grim smile, "I'm helping you change your clothes."
Jirgalang sneered: "You and I are brothers after all, if you want to kill me, then do it. There is no need to insult me."
"Don't worry, I will kill you."
Not long.
The soldiers who changed into armor took a few people and carried Jirgalang's central army flag to "break through the siege" and escaped into the nearby mountains.
Dorgon sent 70% of his troops to pursue and kill Jirgalang, and left 30% to surround Jirgalang.
"You shouldn't rebel!" Dorgon reached out and drew his knife.
Jirgalang knew that he could not survive, so he became much calmer.
He laughed and said, "Rather than being imprisoned and living a life worse than pigs and dogs, it is better to fight and hold the emperor hostage to control the princes!"
"It's a pity that you lost." Dorgon began to wipe the blade with his sleeve, making final preparations.
"Since ancient times, success has been determined by fate. It is also fate that I have fallen into your hands today. Go ahead!"
"Give my regards to Emperor Taizu and Emperor Taizong!" Dorgon swung his knife and chopped it on Jirgalang's neck.
The blow was so deep that it almost cut off Jirgalang's head.
On his deathbed, Jirgalang began to recall his life.
He thought of the days when he was raised by Nurhaci.
I thought of the scenes of the wars.
I thought of how high-spirited I was when I took over the Bordered Blue Banner.
He thought of how Huang Taiji, after he became emperor, was so arrogant that he was given the title of Prince Heshuo Zheng.
As he lost more and more blood, his consciousness became increasingly blurred.
Finally, he thought that he shouldn't die like this.
So he used all his strength to open his eyes and stared at Dorgon until his death.
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