When Dorgon spoke, the British Duke was also speaking.

"It's so miserable, it's so miserable, Your Highness."

Although the British Duke is an iron-blooded man, his eyes are still a little red at this moment.

Just in the day just passed, the Duke of England saw with his own eyes how miserable these captured people were.

They are not covered by clothes, cannot fill their stomachs, and are driven away by people like animals. They are all thin and look like they may faint or even die at any time.

The British Duke did see with his own eyes that more than a dozen Ming people died in front of him because of excessive hunger.

After listening to the British Duke's words, Zhu Cixuan also sighed silently.

Zhu Cilang has also been busy until now, just to help these ordinary people.

Re-distribute food, organize a preliminary order, help the injured and sick, and take care of the elderly, weak, women and children. Things can be said to be complicated.

Zhu Cixuan patted the British Duke on the shoulder: "Now, you should know why this palace insists on saving people first?"

The British Duke focused his attention and said, "I really understand. Many people are actually just one breath away. If we are a little late, they will die."

Human life is sometimes so fragile.

Although the Duke of England witnessed some ordinary people dying in front of him, he and his soldiers saved more lives from the hands of the god of death in time.

Zhu Cilang said lightly: "Yes. For this palace, ten thousand Jiannu's lives are not as valuable as the lives of an ordinary person from the Ming Dynasty."

The British Duke looked at Zhu Cilang, and his expression could not hide his admiration: "Your Highness the Crown Prince is indeed kind-hearted, and the old minister respects it!"

Zhu Cilang smiled and stood up: "Okay, go back and rest. We will set off to fight tomorrow."

When the British Duke heard this, he was stunned: "War? Is Your Highness going to pursue Dorgon?"

Zhu Cixuan stopped for a moment and showed a bright smile: "Dorgon? No, no, we are going to Shanxi now!"

Shanxi, Taiyuan Prefecture.

Duoduo was very angry.

"You are just a woman, how dare you go against me?"

In front of Duoduo, there was a woman who was unclothed and was held tightly by several Qing soldiers.

On the ground, a pair of blood-stained scissors fell.

Where does the blood come from? Just look at the wound on Duoduo’s cheek.

The woman gritted her teeth and cursed: "Damn Jiannu, you killed my family. I just wish I could kill you and avenge them!"

Duoduo was angry in his heart, so he stepped forward and picked up the scissors and stabbed the woman frantically.

After a lot of pain, the woman fell softly to the ground and had no resurrection.

Duoduo's expression was very cold. He threw down his scissors and waved his hand: "Go down. By the way, all the women who sent them together were killed."

Everyone left, and Duoduo was left in the room.

A moment later, a Han official rushed into the hall and nodded at Duoduo: "Master, it's the slave's fault. All the officials in charge of the draft have been executed."

Yes, in order to satisfy Duoduo's preferences, a "trial show" was held in Taiyuan Prefecture during this period, and the woman who almost assassinated Duoduo just now was one of the showies.

Duoduo looked at the Han official in front of him coldly and said, "Fan Wencheng, Brother Wang asked you to help me manage Shanxi, but you made this thing after a long time. Do you think you are worthy of Brother Wang and my trust in you?"

Fan Wencheng wiped the sweat from his head and said hurriedly: "Master, I will definitely not make such a mistake next time."

Duoduo was furious and stood up and kicked Fan Wencheng in the stomach, kicking Fan Wencheng directly to the ground: "Let your dog's eyes open and take a look. If you meet an assassin next time, do you think I still have such a good life?"

Fan Wencheng was scolded by Duoduo, and was so scared that he was afraid that Duoduo would be punished. He gritted his teeth and said, "Master calm down, and the slave will send the woman in the slave's family to relieve the fire."

Duoduo's eyes lit up and he smiled and said, "You are talking about your eldest wife, right?"

Fan Wencheng felt helpless and said, "That's right."

Duoduo smiled and sat back on his seat: "I heard that you Han people value chastity very much. Isn't this good?"

Fan Wencheng secretly scolded Duoduo for being hypocritical, but on the surface he still had to say with fear and fear: "The life of the slave belongs to the master, and the woman of the slave is naturally the master. As long as the master can relieve his anger, the slave will never complain!"

Duoduo laughed and wiped the blood on his face: "It seems that Brother Wang is right to ask you to be the governor of Shanxi in the Qing Dynasty! Let's do this, I'm in a hurry to vent my anger now, so hurry up and go back and send your woman here."

Fan Wencheng did not dare to neglect his words, and then responded and hurriedly walked outside.

He walked too quickly and directly bumped into someone at the door. He was knocked back into the room with a bang and fell down four feet to the sky.

Duoduo was stunned when he saw this and said to the person who was unsatisfied: "What's going on?"

The person who came was none other than a confidant under Duoduo. The confidant looked panicked and said to Duoduo: "Master, Prince Rui has just arrived with an order of eight hundred miles!"

Duoduo was stunned for a moment, and when he took Dorgon's order, he was stunned.

A few seconds later, Duoduo shouted: "This is impossible!"

Fan Wencheng, who had just gotten up, keenly realized something was wrong from Duoduo's expression and hurriedly said, "Master, is there something wrong?"

Duoduo's expression was extremely gloomy and gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Wang lost all his prisoners at Gubeikou and was forced to retreat to Liaodong. He asked me to lead my army to withdraw from Shanxi immediately and find a way to withdraw from Liaodong!"

Fan Wencheng was also shocked: "Prince Rui lost? This..."

Duoduo was so angry that he was beaten up to Fan Wencheng.

"Who said Brother Wang lost, who! Let you say it! Let you say it!"

After a while, Duoduo let go of Fan Wencheng, who was already bruised and swollen, and stood up.

The confidant who had been waiting aside for a long time said anxiously: "Master, will we call everyone for a meeting now?"

Duoduo took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "There is no need to hold a meeting. I know Brother Wang's personality. It must be a big trouble! Hurry up, let all the soldiers in Taiyuan Prefecture gather together immediately and retreat directly to the west tomorrow morning!"

"West?" the confidant said in a little puzzled manner, "Isn't it the north?"
Chapter completed!