Among all the things promised to Wu Shengzhao, only the matter of incorporating the army under Wu Shengzhao was decided by Wu Zheng temporarily.

It was not that Wu Zheng fell in love with Wu Shengzhao's 8,000 people, but that Wu Zheng suddenly realized that if he didn't give Wu Shengzhao a hope and motivation, this guy might still be backwater, so he made a temporary decision and promised him that he would succeed in this battle, so he would incorporate Wu Shengzhao's department and provide him with food and salary.

And Wu Zheng's plan was to lead the army to join forces with Qian Sudian and Xia Wanchun after pacifying Songjiang Mansion, and officially launch a siege war.

To leave Songjiang Mansion and go to Suzhou, you must pass through Jiading City.

This city was killed by the Qing army and there was not much population, and the Qing army did not deploy troops in the city, only a few hundred Qing troops were stationed.

Wu Zheng did not enter, but just ordered a partial division to disarm.

He stood silently for a long time outside the city, and then he fell to his knees and began to cry.

Cry this stormy meeting.

Wu Zhifan, who cried and died magnificently.

Crying Wu Zhifan's parting eyes that couldn't comprehend the whole intention.

Crying that I don't know the future of rebirth.

It's a catastrophe.

This is a summary of the things and people I have experienced in the past year.

Wu Zheng cried and promised his uncle and the hundreds of warriors who died generously with him at that time that when I captured Suzhou City, I would definitely be able to capture Suzhou City, and then come back to collect the bones and erect a monument for you.

Because I can't capture Suzhou, I can't protect your bones from being trampled by the Tartars.

Wait for me!

Countless soldiers followed Wu Zheng and knelt down to Jiading City.

Not all of them knew who Wu Zheng was paying tribute to, but all of them knew what tragic things had happened in this city a year ago.

Their hearts are figured out at this time, even if they are bastards, as long as they are Han Chinese, they are crying at this time.

This is not only the sorrow of the same people, but also the shame of being a Han Chinese.

At this moment, the condensed heart of the same enemy is invincible!

An old man with gray hair and beard ran out of the city to Wu Zheng with the support of two young men.

When they arrived in front of Wu Zheng, they bowed together in front of Wu Zheng.

"Little official, do you remember the old decay?"

Wu Zheng looked at it with hazy and wet eyes, and he really couldn't remember.

"Little official, do you remember that day when General Wu persuaded the people in the city to flee for their lives?"

Wu Zheng nodded, before the last battle, I heard that Li Chengdong led the army to fight back, and my uncle ordered the evacuation of the people in the city who had returned after hearing the news, but there was so much confusion at that time, who can you remember?

"Little official, think about it again, at that time, the old man slapped you and spit out a mouthful of phlegm from General Wu Bing."

Wu Zheng really remembered it now.

That slap didn't hurt, especially in that chaotic situation, the force generated by a certain push was greater than this slap.

But this old man spit out that phlegm to his uncle, how could he make Wu Zheng forget.

Wu Zheng got up with a "pout", glared at the old man angrily, and pressed the handle of the knife on his waist with his hand.

The man who was beaten by his uncle's iron was spit out and cried by this mouthful of phlegm.

If it weren't for this phlegm, my uncle might not have been willing to withdraw.

From here, this old man is one of the culprits who killed his uncle.

But the old man's screams at this time made Wu Zheng so ruthless that he could draw his sword.

"Old decay and fainting, I blame Mr. Wu...... He wants to drive out the people, he is for the people to live, what ...... is he? ”

Between the exchange of tears and tears, the old man said to Wu Zheng: "Little official, the old man is wrong, if you want to kill, the old man's head is here." But the old man asked himself if he was worthy of General Wu. ”

Wu Zheng was puzzled and looked at each other angrily.

"On that day, Wu Zongbing led hundreds of heroes to martyrdom, the enemy chief ordered the slaughter of the city, and the old man's family was saved because of Wu's general's drive, and when the thieves retreated, the city was full of corpses, and the old man asked his family to search for Wu's body, wanting to bury him, and not wanting to ......."

Speaking of this, not only did the old man choke, but even the two teenagers beside him howled and cried.

Wu Zheng was even more puzzled.

For a long time, the old man took the lead in stopping crying and said: "I hate the enemy chieftain wolf's heart and lungs, knowing that the people in the city have not been slaughtered, but it is a plan, so he retreated, and then returned suddenly." The three poor old sons were all killed and hung on the west gate. ”

The anger on Wu Zheng's face gradually faded, and turned to a look of resentment.

The old man shouted loudly: "General Wu soldiers...... Old decay is worthy of you! ”

turned to Wu Zheng and asked: "Official, the old man vomited a mouthful of phlegm from Wu Zongbing, and then in order to collect his corpse, the three sons died, and the family was left with two grandsons and two widows, are you worthy of Wu Zongbing?" ”

Wu Zheng's eyes poured out with a wave of wetness, what could he say?

He couldn't say anything!

Stretching out his hand to help the old man up, he said, "Where is my uncle's body now?" ”

The old man pointed to a small ramp in the distance: "At that time, the enemy chief suddenly returned and slaughtered the people who appeared in the city again, and then really retreated, until a day later, Lao Yu asked these two grandsons to collect the bodies of Wu Zongbing and Lao Yu's three sons. Later, some villagers slowly gathered to collect the bodies of hundreds of Ming soldiers and bury them together on that small slope. Wu Zongbing's corpse was buried separately in a coffin that was originally decayed, which can be regarded as a tribute to the decay. ”

Wu Zheng took the old man's hand, shook it hard, pursed his lips and said, "Thank you, I thank my uncle for my uncle." Come, take a hundred taels of silver and give it to the old man for the purchase of longevity. ”

The old man refused, "There is no need for silver." After this difficulty, the old decay also saw through it, and once a person dies, everything is false. What is the difference between exposing a corpse in the wilderness and being buried in the ground? Over time, it will be a cup of loess, so don't force it. If the official really has a heart, there is one thing to deal with the decay, I don't know if the official can respond? ”

"Uncle, please speak."

"Time is running out, I'm afraid I can't avenge my third son. But the old man has two grandchildren, and they are in their prime, and they should avenge their father. Please take these two boys and kill the Tartars. ”

Wu Zheng was terrified and persuaded: "The sword has no eyes on the battlefield, and the old man has already lost his third son, so there is no need to let his grandson go to the battlefield again, or leave an incense inheritance for the family." ”

The old man shouted: "Father's revenge and son's revenge are justified." The matter of incense is all in the will of heaven. ”

Wu Zheng was helpless, looked at the two young men and said, "Do you want to keep one?" ”

The two teenagers kowtowed to Wu Zheng and said, "Father's hatred is not the same as the sky, please have compassion for adults." ”

Wu Zheng could only respond.

At this time, countless voices sounded, "Please allow me to join the army." ”

Wu Zheng raised his eyes when he heard this, and the ground was black.

And in some time, the people of the city had already left the city.

Hundreds of young people were kneeling there kowtowing to themselves, begging to join the army.

Wu Zheng choked, there should have been more than 200,000 people in this city, but now there are only 20,000 or 30,000 people in the field of vision.

Looking at the young man who was bowing down here, Wu Zheng nodded and said, "The official agreed." ”