Late Ming Dynasty: Oops, I am surrounded by the Donglin Party

Jinzhou City was not a small city, and ten thousand soldiers could not fill every wall. At this time, there were only twenty or thirty personal guards left by Jirgalang.

While Jirgalang ordered his men to rush to Yizhou City immediately to ask Huang Taiji to send more men, he followed Zu Dashou to the military camp in the city.

When he came before the Liao people in the city, they all knelt down and kowtowed to him, with a hint of resentment on their faces.

No matter how their commander tried to appease them and ask them to surrender to their former enemy, it was always difficult for them to accept.

"My fellow soldiers, I am Prince Zheng of the Qing Dynasty. Today I am leading my army to take over Jinzhou City.

From then on, Jinzhou came under the jurisdiction of our Qing Dynasty!

Of course, soldiers, there is no need to worry. Our Great Qing Emperor is benevolent, righteous and loyal, and will not treat you unfairly.

As for the so-called massacre in the city, it was all done by Amin and others who disobeyed military orders, and Your Majesty has punished them."

Jirgalang had a kind face and a sonorous tone, and was very focused on calming the troops. He was completely unaware that the number of Zu family generals following Zu Dashou was constantly decreasing.

"You have made great contributions by surrendering the city. His Majesty will not only not punish you, but will also give you preferential treatment!

This is the benefit that your ancestor General fought for you.

As long as I am here, I will report this to Your Majesty and ask Your Majesty to incorporate you into the Plain Yellow Banner of the Han Army.

Soldiers of the Zhenghuang Banner, you will receive treatment and honors that other Han troops do not have!"

Jirgalang was still giving a speech.

"Do you remember what I said to you that day?" Zu Dashou stood ten steps away from Jirgalang and whispered to the Zu family's confidants around him.

"Brother, how could I not remember? This matter concerns the survival of my ancestral family and our lives." Zu Dabi said.

"Not this one." Zu Dashou shook his head.

"No matter what situation we are in, the military orders of the head of the family must be respected!" Zu Dabi said in a deep voice.

"Second brother, I now order you to lead three thousand soldiers to the West City as soon as possible, control the city gate, and don't let anyone leave the city." Zu Dashou immediately gave the order in a low voice.

Zu Dabi's eyes were as big as copper bells, and the same was true for several other Zu family generals.

But this shock only lasted for a moment and immediately disappeared from Zu Dabi's eyes. He had followed his elder brother in battles for decades, so how could he not understand what his elder brother meant.

"Understood sir." Zu Dabi went to another military camp without hesitation.

"Dacheng." Zu Dashou looked at Zu Dacheng again.

"Brother, please speak." Zu Dacheng said cautiously.

"You take 4,000 people to the South City and control the city gate. If you encounter resistance, kill them all without mercy and don't let anyone leave the city!" Zu Dashou instructed.

"Don't worry, brother. Even if I die in South City, I will not let them escape." After Zu Dacheng said this, he headed towards another military camp.

“Zu Kuan, go to North City.

Zu Qingwen, go and support Zu Zeyuan.

Remember, if you don’t succeed, you will die!” Zu Dashou said to Zu Kuan and others.

Zu Dabi, Zu Dacheng, Zu Kuan and Zu Qingwen each left with three or two generals, leaving only three or four people behind Zu Dashou.

Jirgalang was still trying to appease the anxious Liao soldiers. He turned around and saw that Zu Dashou's confidants had disappeared somewhere, so he asked.

"Your Highness, as you know, the Liao soldiers have some complaints against the Heavenly Army. There have been some disputes on the walls of the South City and the North City. I asked them to mediate. They must not upset the Heavenly Army."

Zu Dashou walked towards Jirgalang with a smile.

"Well, there is no need to be too harsh on your subordinates. We are all serving His Majesty the Emperor. There are military rules in the army. Whoever strikes first will be punished. I will treat everyone equally!" Jirgalang was rarely fair in front of the many Liao soldiers.

He did his best to appease the Liao soldiers.

But the effect doesn't seem to be very good. There are too many blood and tears. If people can be relieved by just a few words, then the person who is relieved is not worthy of being the Son of Man.

"No, why do we need to bring troops to mediate?" Jirgalang frowned. He saw Zu Kuan leading a large group of troops out of the military camp.

“Oh, I’m afraid the conflict has intensified. Zu Kuan has a very bad temper and won’t tolerate his soldiers being wronged.

I will reprimand him later." Zu Dashou continued to approach Jirgalang.

At this time, Zu Dabi, who set out first, had probably already started fighting with the Jianlu, and an alarm from the Jianlu came from the direction of Xicheng.

Jirgalang immediately became alert and looked at Zu Dashou with a frown.

"Something's wrong! Zu Dashou, what do you mean by this?"

The Jianlu would only blow the horn when encountering a war, and the gates of Jinzhou City were closed, so the war could only take place inside the city.

"Your Highness, it's meaningless." Zu Dashou still smiled and waved his hand to let the Liaodong veteran who was kneeling on the ground stand up.

"I'm just borrowing your head." Zu Dashou said as he pulled out a sword from somewhere.

"My Liaodong soldiers, listen to my orders! Capture Jirgalang alive! Kill all the Tartars in the city!"

The real purpose was revealed. Zu Dashou raised his sword high and gave orders to the thousands of Liaodong veterans in the barracks.

Those old soldiers from Liaodong had always been resentful of their commander's surrender to the Jianlu. When they heard Zu Dashou's order, they understood that this was all Zu Dashou's plan, and their morale was immediately boosted.

There were 8,000 original defenders of Zu Zeyuan in the city, 6,000 brought by Zu Dashou, and 3,000 left by Wu Sangui.

Seventeen thousand against ten thousand, this looks like a tough battle.

The Liao soldiers present immediately rushed towards Jirgalang, and the twenty or thirty personal guards behind Jirgalang were quickly overwhelmed by the Liao soldiers.

In just a moment, Jirgalang became a prisoner of the Liao soldiers.

"Zu Dashou! How dare you deceive me! I will tear you into pieces!" Jirgalang woke up from his dream, struggling and cursing.

Zu Dashou was over sixty years old, so how could he be easily angered? He just glanced at Jirgalang and said calmly:

"I have deceived even Huang Taiji, what can you do to me?"

Although the words were calm, they were lethal enough. Yes, I even deceived your damn emperor, so who do you think you are, a little fake king?

"My fellow soldiers, I have said that this is a critical moment for our lives!

Now, take up your weapons, kill all the Tartars in the city, and avenge the dead fellow villagers, elders, and brothers in Liaodong!" Zu Dashou said, chopping off the head of one of Jirgalang's guards.

"revenge!"

"revenge!"

"Kill the Tartars!"

The Liao soldiers completed a huge change in morale in just a moment.

What has always supported them has never been the pitiful military pay from the imperial court, but the fact that their relatives, brothers, and comrades were once slaughtered by the Jianlu.

Now that the general has implemented this shocking strategy, what else can we say?

Just do it!

Zu Dashou took the severed head of Jirgalang's personal guard in his hand, and while the corpse was spurting blood, he stained the head so much that its original appearance could not be recognized.

Then he snatched the sword from Jirgalang's waist and handed the head and the sword to one of his personal soldiers.

“Take this head and the sword and pass them around among the cities.

Tell those Tartars that Jirgalang has been killed."

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