Dorgon's face changed drastically. The reinforcements really couldn't have time to rescue Wu Zheng, but the shells of the red-clothed cannon were too late.

Only then did he realize the true meaning of Wu Zheng saying, "Maybe you can kill me, but you and all the Qing officials behind you will be buried with me."

But Dorgon still suspected that the red-clothed cannons can be as high as a thousand pounds, and the heaviest cannons can be as high as three to four thousand pounds. Taizhou was only three days after being fought over by Wu, so it should be impossible to transport the red-clothed cannons quickly. Perhaps there is only one such one.

Dorgon raised his head and laughed, "It's just a red cannon. How many miles away can he hit me?"

Wu Zheng smiled, "Aren't the Regent's hands tired? Why not put down your hands and climb up to look towards Taizhou."

Dorgon's hand was indeed still holding it up, and it was a bit embarrassing. He slowly put down his hand in confusion and said loudly: "Come on, take the Mile Mile."

Wu Zheng did not stop him and allowed Dorgon to climb up and look into the distance.

Dorgon looked at it with a thousand-mile mirror and felt a little sad. In the direction of Taizhou, more than 20 red-clothed cannons lined up, and the leftmost gate was loading several Ming troops. This was obviously the one that was just shooting.

Dorgon realized the seriousness of the problem, and the situation had obviously reversed, which was no longer what he expected.

Of course, killing Wu Zheng can still be done, but killing Wu Zheng takes time. This short time is enough to get the cannons to fire in a round of volleys.

With the volley of more than twenty artillery artillery, Dorgon could even imagine that this area would be bombarded into powder.

But Dorgon was still suspicious, and he still couldn't figure out how Wu Zheng could transport so many red-clothed cannons from the other side to Taizhou within three days.

He slowly retreated and looked at Wu Zheng and said, "Is these artillery fake?"

Wu Zheng raised his eyebrows and snorted: "Xiao Anzi, I still don't believe it, so I'll ejaculate a few more times."

"Hey." The flag shadow flashed again.

After four loud "boom", "boom", "boom", "boom", "boom", four large pits appeared on both sides of the platform.

Dorgon's face changed again, and he finally believed that Wu Zheng had really brought the red cannon.

Hong Chengchou and Fan Wencheng quickly stepped forward and persuaded: "Prince, Japan is now a peace talk between the two sides, so you must not hurt the harmony."

Dorgon Mu stood up for a while, suddenly his face changed, and he laughed and said, "Duke Zhenguo, I am just joking with you... don't you mind, do you?"

At this time, Chen Zilong, who was beside Wu Zheng, refused to give up. He shouted: "What else can someone who goes back on his word and breaks his word? Please order muskets and cannons to fire. Today, Chen would rather die with the Tartars than discuss peace with them!"

When Wu Zheng heard this, he secretly complained in his heart. He turned around and looked at Qian Suleshi, and then said to Chen Zilong: "Peacemaking is the decision of the court. Any hope of peace talks can prevent the loss of life, right? Mr. Wozi suffered humiliation today, and Wu Zheng empathized with it. In this way, let's listen. If the other party is indeed sincere, then continue to talk. If there is no sincerity, we will split up and go back to gather the army and talk with guns and cannons."

When Qian Sule saw Wu Zheng's eyes, he realized that Wu Zheng had some difficulties, so he stepped forward and grabbed Chen Zilong and persuaded: "Wozi, Duke Zhenguo is the negotiator, he can decide everything."

Chen Zilong had to argue, but he didn't want Qian Sule to pull his hand into his sleeve. Chen Zilong felt pain and looked at Qian Sule, and then he saw Qian Sule winking at him.

Chen Zilong was not a fool, so he immediately had some understanding, so he angrily said, "Well. If you want to talk, just talk. Chen turned a blind eye and was not upset..."

He walked back while talking.

Wu Zheng then breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Dorgon and said, "Since the Regent said it was a joke, I should just take it as a joke. But because of the Regent's inappropriate joke, the four shells of our army were wasted. Should your country have some expression?"

Dorgon laughed and said, "I don't lack silver. The silver from four shells is still affordable. If you offer a price, I will never bargain."

Wu Zheng also smiled and said, "Although our dynasty lacks silver, we still don't care about these dozens of taels of silver. What I mean is that within the range of our artillery, unless your artillery is in the competition, the land should naturally belong to us. What does the Regent think?"

Dorgon's eyes shrank, and he understood what Wu Zheng meant.

Indeed, the Qing army's artillery was far from being transported. With its current strength, it was no longer easy to really defeat the same force of the Ming army. In addition, the volley of these more than 20 artillery artillery fired, even Dorgon could only admit defeat.

Dorgon gritted his teeth and said, "Duke Zhenguo wants to take advantage of the situation? You must know, the previous gambling game..."

Wu Zheng raised his hand and said, "The Regent must not mention the previous gambling game again, because when I mention it, I feel ache in my heart and heart. When I am young and energetic, I can't control my temperament."

Threat, barefoot threat.

But Dorgon's momentum was frustrated and he really couldn't find a counterattack.

Hong Chengchou stepped forward at the right time to be a peacemaker, "Duke Zhenguo, it is said that peace is the most important thing in everything. Since the Regent has clarified it, this is just a joke. Duke Zhenguo said that he doesn't mind this joke, so let's continue talking... and continue talking."

Wu Zheng smiled and said, "It's okay to continue talking, but the Taizhou I suddenly didn't want to return it. This is to treat it as compensation for the four artillery shells of our army."

Dorgon was furious and pointed at Wu Zheng and said, "I am far from threatened by you. If you want to occupy Taizhou, you can defend my 150,000 army with all its strength and then talk about it."

The atmosphere became stiff again, Fan Wencheng ran up and smiled at Wu Zheng and said, "Duke Zhenguo said before that Taizhou is exchanged for Longtan, and it is inappropriate to go back on his word..."

Wu Zheng glanced at Fan Wencheng and said sarcastically: "When the Regent went back on his word before, Grand Secretary Fan was not so righteous."

Fan Wencheng choked awkwardly.

Hong Chengchou said: "Duke Zhenguo, Prince Yu of our dynasty died at your hands. The Regent was angry for a moment and made such a joke with Zhenguo. It was a reason. If the Yixing Dynasty insisted on occupying Taizhou, our dynasty would definitely not agree, so we can't continue. Once the war starts again, it will be of no benefit to both you and me."

Wu Zheng raised his eyebrows and said, "Sir Hong is threatening me?"

Hong Chengchou said seriously: "Duke Zhenguo misunderstood. Hong is analyzing the pros and cons. The so-called peace talks must be acceptable to both parties. Otherwise, if we meet directly, why should we negotiate? Therefore, Hong thought that the ownership of Taizhou was better to maintain the consensus between the two parties before. As for what Duke Zhenguo wanted, we might as well talk slowly."

Wu Zheng turned around and glanced at Qian Sule and others. Seeing that they were all slightly slight, he said to Hong Chengchou: "This is a bit reasonable... OK, so let's continue talking."
Chapter completed!