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- Historically, if Chongzhen wanted to move the capital to Nanjing, he had to make preparations at least one month in advance.
Li Zicheng's capture of Beijing was an extremely exciting battle. First, the troops were divided into two groups, and then the troops were divided again, cutting off the officers and soldiers from the north and the south, and approaching with a pincer offensive, forming a large encirclement strategy for Beijing.
At the same time, there were partial divisions blocking the canal. Even if Chongzhen fled south, he could only go to sea from Tianjin.
Now there is no need for that, the imperial court can't pay the military salary, and the officers and soldiers have surrendered one after another, Li Zicheng can just push it all the way.
Along the way, Li Zicheng's army did nothing to the poor people.
There is nothing wrong with it, the common people are all poor ghosts, and it is difficult for them to survive, so how can they have money and food to rob?
However, the gentry was a bit unlucky.
Especially the gentry in the city are often tortured.
? When Li Zicheng attacked Taiyuan, he was very vigorous in copying and copying. Beijing copying is just a copy of Taiyuan copying.
? On the eighth day of April, Zhao Han's birthday.
Li Zicheng's vanguard troops occupied the earthen wall of the northern city of Yuan Dadu. The capital was terrified, all officials turned pale, and the emperor and his concubines feasted and had fun.
? On the next day, the vanguard of the Dashun Army arrived at the foot of Beijing.
Li Zicheng had already proclaimed himself emperor on the way to enter the army, the country was named "Dashun" and Jianyuan "Jianyuan", and he only had to go to Beijing to hold a ceremony of enthronement.
Li Guozhen, the uncle of Xiangcheng, commanded the three major battalions of the Beijing soldiers, stationed outside the city, forming a corner with Beijing.
When the Dashun soldiers arrived, Li Guozhen fled without a fight. Not only did he lose his armor, food and grass, but he also threw more than a dozen artillery pieces to Li Zicheng.
The important task of guarding the city fell into the hands of the eunuch.
Many Beijing soldiers who had never practiced were driven to the city wall to defend. Their armaments are sufficient, but unfortunately they have no military rations, so they can only stand guard on the city wall hungry.
There is still food at home, and relatives carry miscellaneous grain porridge and call their names along the city wall, just asking their sons, brothers, and fathers to have a full meal before they die in battle.
But the situation was so chaotic that they couldn't find their family members.
If a family member meets, the soldiers go down the city wall, and the whole family cries, causing the entire wall to start wailing.
Suddenly a horse galloped up, and Gao Chun, the eunuch guarding the mausoleum who surrendered, shouted loudly: "The King Chuang has an order. As long as Chongzhen abdicates, the lives of the royal family can be preserved, and the people of Beijing will not be attacked!"
"Pull him up!" said Wang Dehua, the eunuch in charge of guarding the city.
Gao Chun was hanged to the city in baskets, and the two eunuchs had a private discussion alone.
Gao Chun asked: "Who is the commander in chief?"
"Let me make the decision." Wang Dehua said.
Gao Chun asked again: "Where are the two supervisors, Sun Chuanting and Chen Xinjia?"
Wang Dehua said: "Sun Chuanting has been released from military power and is in prison. Governor Chen does not see anyone behind closed doors, and seems to have no will to resist." After finishing speaking, Wang Dehua asked, "Brother Gao, can you recommend one or two, we have admired King Chuang for a long time .¡±
Gao Chun smiled and said: "Hey, it should be called the emperor. King Chuang has established himself as emperor, and his country is called Dashun."
Wang Dehua said: "Brother Gao, please go back and tell Emperor Dashun that Chongzhen has already made up his mind to die, and has already sent the prince and daughter to Nanjing."
"There is such a thing?" Gao Chun has been guarding the tomb, and the news is very closed.
Wang Dehua said: "Let's talk about surrendering soldiers, and we will be able to open the city to welcome the new emperor soon."
Li Zicheng's temporary headquarters was in Changping, and Gao Chun rode all the way there to report the situation in Beijing.
Li Zicheng said in surprise: "Have the princes and daughters been sent to Nanjing?"
"Indeed." Gao Chun said.
Niu Jinxing sighed: "Your Majesty and Zhao Han are the ones who fight for the world. Your Majesty should be diligent in government and love the people, treat scholars well, and reorganize the army. Copying salaries is not a long-term solution. You have to grow your own food and collect taxes."
"I said that King Chuang didn't pay for the food, so can he go back on his word?" Song Xiance immediately objected, "What's more, the northern provinces are suffering from severe drought, how can they grow food? The eunuchs and officials in Beijing are all dead. If they take away their money and food, they can support the army!"
Niu Jinxing asked back: "How long can the army be supported by the salary alone? In the future, if our army can't win quickly in the north-south hegemony, what will we use to fight Zhao Han?"
Song Xiance sneered: "Chuang Wang didn't pay the food when he came. This nursery rhyme spread to the south, and the people everywhere will definitely respond. At that time, even Zhao Han's soldiers will turn against His Majesty! Eighteen sons, the main artifact, Your Majesty is the destiny Lord, how can you not win the world?"
"Okay, let's talk about this later." Li Zicheng didn't want to argue anymore.
Niu Jinxing's method is too slow to take effect, and as Song Xiance said, the provinces are severely drought-stricken to grow food. really oldI can't see far away, I can only see the chaos in the Forbidden City.
"Should I really be the king of subjugation?" Chongzhen looked up to the sky.
If Zhao Han were here, he would definitely say: You really are.
Not to mention this time and space, Hong Chengchou and Zu Dashou did not have any responsibility for the battle that decided the life and death of Daming in history. Except for the two of them finally surrendering, the whole war was remarkable, and it can even be said that there was no mistake at all.
At that time, the army rations of the Manchu and Qing were seriously insufficient. As long as the Ming army did not make mistakes, they could win a dull battle.
One Chen Xinjia and one Zhang Ruoqi kept urging the troops to advance quickly, and Hong Chengchou was almost emptied of command.
So he took the risk and rushed forward, the army ran a long way, and the rations were still left behind. Huang Taiji, who was about to run out of rations, was like a vulture finding rotten meat, and seized the right time to occupy Daming's rations.
More than 100,000 Ming soldiers lost their food and grass.
At this time, Hong Chengchou was still able to remain calm, and no flaws could be found in all military orders. As a result, on the way to withdraw the troops, the general soldiers rushed to escape, and the retreat turned into a rout in an instant.
Not to mention Hong Chengchou's warlord, even if Han Xin is replaced as the coach, it is impossible to win such a foolish battle.
However, the two chief culprits who led to the defeat¡ªChen Xinjia and Zhang Ruoqi¡ªhad nothing to do after the defeat, and they were still trusted by Emperor Chongzhen.
To be honest, as long as Chongzhen doesn't randomly send supervisors and throw Zhang Ruoqi out to mess around, it will be really difficult for the Tartars to successfully enter the customs.
Looking down at his Beijing city for a moment, Chongzhen found a tree with a crooked neck.
Wang Chengen knelt on the ground and watched Chongzhen hang himself.
"My country." Chongzhen took one last look at the city of Beijing, feeling infinite nostalgia and reluctance in his heart.
The city is noisy and chaotic, but Meishan is quiet and lonely.
The spring breeze blew, the branches and leaves swayed, and the emperor's body also swayed.
A dynasty ends here.
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