After capturing Shang Zhixin, Zhu Youlang learned that Shang Kexi, Geng Jimao and other vassal kings had arrived in Jiangxi with their troops.

It seems that the Manchus also realized the seriousness of the problem and had no choice but to use this alternative force.

This is naturally unfavorable news for the Ming army. If he only dealt with the Green Battalion Army and the Ten Thousand Eight Banner Army in Jiangxi, Zhu Youlang still had full confidence.

But with the addition of Shang Kexi and Geng Jimao, everything seems confusing.

Although the Ming army had an advantage in armaments, it did not have a real advantage in the absolute quantity and quality of soldiers.

The soldiers of the Shang family and the Geng family are very capable of fighting, but their ability to disrupt the situation is first-class.

If Zhu Youlang hadn't met Shang Zhixin, the situation would have been really unpredictable.

But now Zhu Youlang is equivalent to holding a trump card in his hand.

This is Shang Kexi's son-in-law, the dignified son of the king of Pingnan.

Although Shang Kexi has more than this son, Shang Zhixin is his carefully cultivated successor.

This is just like the emperor's crown prince generally received imperial education from an early age, and both teachers and software and hardware are not comparable to ordinary princes.

In particular, the prince of the Ming Dynasty was raised as a pig, and he had no contact with power education at all, and he slept all day except for eating.

The situation is very similar.

He is also old, and if he suddenly dies and there is no suitable heir, the title will be easily withdrawn by the Qing court.

Just like Kong Youde, after dying in battle, didn't the titles and fiefs promised by the Qing court also be fought?

Therefore, a suitable heir is very important.

This heir doesn't need to stand out in all aspects, but he must stand up in terms of key power skills.

Although Shang Zhixin is not good, it is already Shang Kexi's best choice.

The dwarf pulls out the general, and there is no way to do it.

Zhu Youlang can confirm that Shang Kexi will throw a rat trap after learning that Shang Zhixin is in the hands of the Ming army, at least he will not be tough with the Ming army head-on.

Otherwise, if Zhu Youlang tears up the ticket, Shang Kexi won't even have time to cry.

The advance of the Ming army towards Nanchang Province was very fast, as it was no longer hindered along the way.

After passing through the water, the Ming army was already less than 100 miles away from Nanchang.

It was already dark, and Zhu Youlang didn't want to rush to the night, so he ordered to set up camp.

The Ming army chose to camp in a leeward and watery place.

In this way, they are not afraid of night attacks or fire attacks.

Since the march all the way, all the Shang family troops, including Shang Zhixin, have not confided half a word, and have been silent.

Zhu Youlang felt that it was time to interrogate.

His Majesty the Emperor personally ordered the arraignment of the prisoners, as well as the Jin King Li Dingguo.

This lineup can be described as luxurious.

The captives were brought to the Son of Heaven in groups of ten, and their faces were very arrogant.

The Ming soldiers kicked them the knees, which brought them to their knees.

The captives were tied up in a variety of ways, so many of them fell into the mud.

Zhu Youlang cleared his throat and said, "I brought you here today to see if anyone knows about the situation of Dongyu's defense in Nanchang. How many soldiers there are, how many of them are green battalions, how many are Eight Banners, and how many are private soldiers belonging to the Shang family and the Geng family. ”

"I count to three, and if no one answers, I'll pull out a random beheading."

Zhu Youlang said that the clouds are light and light, as simple as killing people and killing chickens.

"One..."

"Two..."

Zhu Youlang could clearly feel that when he read the second day, these captives had a frightened look on their faces.

"Three!"

Zhu Youlang read without hesitation.

"When the time comes, no one will speak. Very good..."

Zhu Youlang winked, and even a Tiger Ben soldier stepped forward and pulled out a prisoner with an arrogant face.

The captive was already kneeling, and a Tiger soldier ripped his braid forward, and the captive instinctively stretched his neck forward like a fat goose in pain.

Another Tiger Soldier slashed down without hesitation with a horizontal knife in his hand.

But with a crisp click, the captive's head was cut off.

The head rolled to the ground like a watermelon, and the headless corpse spurted scarlet blood from its neck.

It took a long time for the headless corpse to fall to the ground with a thud, kicking up a puff of dust.

The captives on the side were stunned.

They didn't expect Zhu Youlang to really kill people.

They thought that Zhu Youlang was just saying something to scare them!

Nothing palpitates more than a bloody head, and the captives are so frightened that their faces are as white as paper.

"I'll count three more times, and then I'll kill another one if no one says anything."

Zhu Youlang's voice was still so light and light.

"One..."

This time, when one was called, the captives spoke one after another.

"I know, I know..."

"I have information..."

"I said I said..."

The captives, who were silent for a while, spoke one after another.

Sure enough, the knife holder was on the neck, and he was willing to say anything.

"Say them one by one, don't make noise!"

The soldiers shouted sharply.

"I'll start with that! I'll speak first. ”

A diminutive captive snorted.

"Let him speak first."

Zhu Youlang nodded.

"We came to Jiangxi with the prince, and we came with a total of 30,000 people, including 10,000 family soldiers and 20,000 green battalion soldiers."

The captive said desperately for fear of being beheaded.

"Among them, 10,000 people were led by His Royal Highness the Prince to reinforce Yichun, but they were defeated at the hands of His Majesty. The remaining 20,000 people are stationed in Nanchang, under the command of the prince himself..."

The captive said it over and over again like pouring beans.

Zhu Youlang frowned and said, "Shang Kexi only brought a total of 30,000 people?" I've heard that he has 100,000 commanders. ”

Zhu Youlang snorted coldly and said, "Aren't you talking nonsense to deceive me?" ”

"Don't dare, villain, don't dare!"

Seeing that Zhu Youlang didn't believe it, the captive was so frightened that he kowtowed again and again.

"What the villain said is true, if there is a lie, it will be called five thunders."

Kowtowing in advance is like pounding garlic, and the forehead of the kowtow is oozing blood.

"The reason why the prince only brought 30,000 people is that he doesn't want to lose too many troops in this battle. After all, the prince is a feudal town in Guangdong, and its territory is vast and coastal. If the strength is damaged, it will definitely be difficult to suppress the ill-intentioned people. ”

Zhu Youlang thought about it carefully, and what the captive said made some sense.

Shang Kexi did have selfish intentions, so he didn't bring the elite to Jiangxi.

It seems that Geng Jimao's situation should be similar, both of them are old fritters, and they are not willing to openly disobey Shunzhi's orders, but they don't want to be used as guns, so they only bring tens of thousands of people to meaning.

So the three feudatories are fundamentally the same kind of people.

It's just that Wu Sangui is more tough, and he listens directly to Feng and doesn't listen to tunes.

Shang Kexi and Geng Jimao are yang and yin, and they don't take the Qing court in their hearts.

After thinking about this clearly, Zhu Youlang's hanging heart was put down.

As long as Monk Geng Jimao does not serve the Qing court, this Jiangxi battle will be much easier to fight.

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