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

"Don't even think about ceding the city. I will never agree to it." Huang Taiji frowned.

Jirgalang may be important, but no matter how important it is, it is not as important as the city.

The Bordered Blue Banner has no leader, so just choose one.

"Anyone who holds an important position in my Qing Dynasty will never return it. I can give you a maximum of 4,000 war horses.

If you disagree, you can only blame Jirgalang for being greedy and reckless, not others!" Huang Taiji stated his bottom line very forcefully.

Seeing that the fat man was so strong, Zhang Shikang said nothing and waved at Zu Dashou again.

So, Jirgalang lost a finger again.

"I want all my ancestors in your Great Qing, plus Fan Wencheng and Sun Zhixie, as well as the 100,000 Ming civilians you plundered, and 4,000 war horses.

You'd better think about it before making a decision, otherwise I will chop off Jirgalang's arm."

Huang Taiji was strong, and Zhang Shikang was even stronger than him, and this was also his ultimatum.

Needless to say, he wanted all the generals of the Zu family to retire simply by relying on power and intimidation, so the Zu family would probably be resentful.

The return of the family members who were captured by the Qing Dynasty to their ancestral home was considered a favor from Zhang Shikang to Zu Dashou.

As for the 100,000 people of Liaodong, they were an explanation to Guan Ning Jin's 40,000 soldiers. Because they had never dared to touch the Nine Borders before, neither the tax reform, land reform, nor the military reform touched the military towns in the Nine Borders.

Guanningjin was in constant turmoil, and most of the people either died in the war or were abducted by the Qing Dynasty, so that many fields were left uncultivated.

Apart from these, Fan Wencheng and Sun Zhixie are just extras.

These two guys, Fan Wencheng is the direct descendant of Fan Zhongyan, the super patriotic poet who wrote "Worry about the world before you worry about yourself, and be happy about the world after you are happy about yourself."

If Fan Zhongyan knew that his direct descendants not only sold out their masters and their homeland for personal gain, but were also listed at the top of the "Bi Chen Zhuan" written by the Qing Dynasty, he would probably not be able to hold back his coffin.

And this Sun Zhixie was actually the instigator of the Ten Days of Yangzhou and the Three Massacres of Jiading. It was this guy who proposed to Dorgon, who had entered the Pass, to issue the order to shave the hair.

Keep the hair and lose the head, keep the head and lose the hair. This policy was collectively opposed by the Han people all over the world. Sun Zhixie read the books of sages, and was not only disloyal, unfilial, unkind and unjust, but also took the lead in growing a rat-tail braid. Even the civil officials of the Qing Dynasty at that time hated this guy.

Huang Taiji did not refuse immediately after hearing this. He thought for a while and said:

"You can agree to the rest, but not Fan Wencheng."

"make a deal.

I will take Fan Wencheng's head myself." Zhang Shikang said straightforwardly.

Greed is insatiable. The fact that a disabled Jirgalang could be exchanged for so many people and war horses was already beyond Zhang Shikang's psychological expectations.

If Huang Taiji really wanted to give up, there would be no point in him keeping such a waste.

His life motto is to be content with what you have.

Only then did Huang Taiji breathe a sigh of relief.

After the negotiations, Zhang Shikang planned to return home, but Sun Weifan and Hong Xiucheng still stared at each other and asked Zhang Shikang to go back first.

Zhang Shikang took a few steps, and suddenly Huang Taiji's voice came from behind:

"Zhang Shikang, if I make you a hereditary prince of the Qing Dynasty, are you willing to serve the Qing Dynasty?"

When Zhang Shikang heard this, it was as if he had heard a very funny joke.

"What do you think?" Zhang Shikang spat without even turning his head.

Are you going to follow me to kill my Han descendants? What are you thinking?

You wouldn't be able to ask such a question unless you had suffered a cerebral thrombosis for ten years.

Huang Taiji shook his head helplessly. He just asked casually.

Zhang Shikang was just a marquis in the Ming Dynasty. He could give whatever the mediocre emperors of the Ming Dynasty could give.

He thought Zhang Shikang, like some people, liked money, power and fame, but it was obvious that he had misjudged Zhang Shikang's character.

If he said that he could build a palace for Zhang Shikang, so that he wouldn't have to do anything, and he would have all the money and beauties he wanted, and he could do whatever he wanted.

Maybe Zhang Shikang would hesitate for a few tenths of a second.

As soon as Zhang Shikang returned to Jinzhou, Zu Dashou asked about the results of the negotiations. Sun Weifan excitedly said to Zu Dashou and other Zu family members:

"The Marshal demands that Huang Taiji return all the people in his ancestral family who were captured by the Qing Dynasty, as well as 100,000 Liaodong civilians, 4,000 war horses, and a dog official named Sun something."

Upon hearing this, Zu Dashou, Zu Zeyuan and other members of the Zu family all knelt down before Zhang Shikang.

"Thank you, Marshal, for your kindness!"

Zu Dashou was already over sixty years old, and even Zu Dabi was older than his father. With so many members of the Zu family kneeling down to him, Zhang Shikang felt a little embarrassed.

It would only be a piece of cake to exchange for the Zu family, but the Zu family had indeed guarded the border for the Ming Dynasty for decades.

Just based on this achievement, what he did is really nothing.

"Everyone, please stand up. Why do you kneel all the time? I hate these empty formalities the most."

After Huang Taiji returned to Yizhou City with his army, cheers broke out throughout Jinzhou City.

Not only the Liaodong soldiers in Jinzhou City, but also the few civilians in Jinzhou City.

In the past decade or so, Jinzhou City has been besieged several times, and each time the soldiers and civilians in the city paid a huge price.

And this time, they felt it was the easiest time. Zhang Shikang only used a little trick to kill 10,000 elite troops of the Qing Dynasty.

This record was extremely explosive in the entire Ming Dynasty.

Ten days later, Huang Taiji moved tens of thousands of former citizens of the Ming Dynasty from Yizhou, Xingzhong, Lizhou and other places.

These people were all dressed in rags. They were almost all slaves in the Qing Dynasty. Some were responsible for farming, and some were responsible for herding for the Eight Banners masters.

When they learned that they would be released back to the Ming Dynasty, many of them could not believe their ears.

In Hu Chenli, the remnants were in tears, and they looked south to Master Wang for another year.

They waited patiently for a long time and finally got relief.

Fifteen days later, all 100,000 Ming survivors arrived in Jinzhou City.

Along with the last batch of Ming survivors, there arrived more than a hundred family members of Zu family, big and small, and a full 4,000 Mongolian war horses.

Everyone was very happy. When they learned that it was with the help of the Ming Dynasty's Guanjun Hou that they returned, they all bowed down to Zhang Shikang.

There was only one person, and that was Huang Taiji's military adviser Sun Zhixie.

Sun Zhixie was even confused and had no idea why he was named.

As promised, Zhang Shikang handed Jirgalang over to the Qing general who came to deliver war horses, but at this time Jirgalang was already a useless man.

There was only a little finger left on his right hand, and his face was haggard, without any trace of the aura of an iron-hatted king.

Compared with the physical pain, what Jirgalang found most difficult to bear was the guilt in his heart.

He actually betrayed the Qing Dynasty!

"Don't worry, I haven't told your dog emperor what you told me." Zhang Shikang smiled and patted Jirgalang's shoulder to comfort him.

"You might as well kill me!" As soon as Jirgalang was untied, he rushed towards Zhang Shikang angrily.

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