How can he say that he has no clothes, and is with his son?

If it is said that the biggest change brought about by Zhu Youlang in the past two years after coming to Nanming is probably the increased sense of trust between the various armies.

When Zhu Youlang first came, the Ming army could be described as in a state of fragmentation.

The original Xiying, the original Chuangying, Zheng Chenggong's department, the Ming army...

Almost every force has its own ideas.

The contradictions that have accumulated over the years have made them distrust each other and guard against each other.

This is also normal, Zhu Youlang can understand.

But through his efforts for more than two years, this has eased a lot.

Zhu Youlang could even clearly feel that the soldiers from the original Xiying and the Chuang Battalion admired the Ming Army a lot.

This is, of course, the result of the excellent performance of the Tiger Army.

In the past, the officials and soldiers of the descendants only dared to hide in the rear, waving the banner of protecting the Son of Heaven, in fact, they were afraid of death.

As soon as the enemy rushed over, the first to flee must be these descendants.

How can such a lineage convince everyone?

When the Son of Heaven formed the Tiger Ben Army, they felt that this was nothing more than a change of soup and no change of medicine, and it was just a large brocade guard.

But the performance of the Tiger Ben Army really surprised them.

Far from fearing the enemy, he even rushed to the forefront in every battle.

In several key battles in Pingding, Huguang, and Jiangxi, the Tiger Ben Army played a brilliant role and played a key role.

It was probably from that time that the battalions began to trust the descendant army and were willing to accept it to fight alongside it.

This made Zhu Youlang very pleased.

It is by no means a matter of twisting the rope to bring together a scattered army.

I'm glad he did.

In fact, in history, the reason why Nanming was forced to a desperate situation and finally perished was because of mutual distrust and stumbling on each other.

Otherwise, Nanming was at least a situation where the Southern Song Dynasty ruled by dividing the river, how could it be so destitute that the Son of Heaven abandoned the country and the King of Jin died of anger.

It's not too late to make amends.

Zhu Youlang was very glad that he appeared at the last moment of Nanming's life and death.

At the time, he didn't know if he would be able to turn the tide. But now it seems that at least he is on the right path.

"Your Majesty, drink some water."

Han Miao, the waiter, had been waiting beside him, and when he saw that the Son of Heaven was watching the battle, he hurriedly reminded him.

Although the Son of Heaven is in his prime, his body has not been good.

In the past two years, although he has recovered a lot by practicing the five poultry operas, his foundation is still weak.

The Son of Heaven wants to recruit in person, and he doesn't dare to say anything as a eunuch. But he must ensure that he takes good care of the Son of Heaven and does not let the Son of Heaven get sick.

"Hmm."

Zhu Youlang also felt a little dry mouth, took the cowhide water bladder from Han Miao's hand, and poured it down with his neck up.

There is another important reason why he wants to take the lead in attacking Yangzhou among the five prefectures, that is, Yangzhou is too rich.

Among the five prefectures, I am afraid that only Suzhou can barely compare.

But if you really compare them one by one, Suzhou is still far from being compared.

The reason for this is that Yangzhou is a gathering place for salt merchants.

In ancient times, the most profitable thing to do was, of course, selling salt.

This line of work is one of the best and ten profitable, which is incomparable to other industries in any way.

If Yangzhou can be taken, just eating the family business of these salt merchants will be enough to spend the army for several years.

Now that the war is raging, the ordinary people must have no money, and the landlord's family is afraid that there is no surplus food.

If there is anyone who is richest, it can only be a businessman.

The salt merchant was the leader of the bunch.

Zhu Youlang has always been very prejudiced against these merchants, and if it were not for the collusion between officials and businessmen to bring down the tax structure, the late Ming Dynasty would not have imposed such a high tax on ordinary people and peasant households.

Fifteen million taels of silver may seem like a lot of taxes, but in fact they are just the property of a few wealthy merchants.

They are all rich and rival the country, but the Ming court is poor, no matter how you look at it, there is no such reason.

Since you don't want to pay it yourself, then I will force you to do it.

The difference is that it is decent and not decent.

Zhu Youlang can come to raid the house in a wave, which not only feeds the army but also deters other businessmen, and plays a role in killing chickens and monkeys.

For a court to function properly, silver is indispensable.

No matter from which point of view, these fat sheep in Yangzhou City must have their wool.

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"How can you fight more and more, how can the thief fight more and more..."

Wen Mu'an muttered to himself, puzzled in his heart.

Obviously, he is already doing his best to command and defend the city, why is it useless.

He was now somewhat able to understand the feelings of those who were left behind by the Qing army who had broken the city.

That sense of powerlessness can drive people crazy.

"People, people, more people... Resist the house, and not let a thief come up. ”

Although the Qing army is barely able to control the situation at present, it may not be possible if it continues to drag on.

As long as the first Ming soldier ascends the city, there will be a second, a third.

It's all related, and it affects the whole body.

Wen Mu'an was actually a little desperate in his heart.

In his opinion, the collapse of the Qing army was only a matter of time, and it all depended on the strength of the Ming army's siege.

Maybe the Ming army will add more force, and they will collapse.

All that was needed now was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Eventually, what Winmuan feared happened.

A Tiger Soldier was the first to ascend to the top of the city and jumped down from the battlement.

At that moment, Wen Muan's psychological defense collapsed.

"Ahh Hack this thief to death! ”

Although he knew that this would not solve any problems, Wen Muan still wanted him to die!

The Qing soldiers swarmed up with horizontal swords.

They were outnumbered, but it seemed that the Tiger Soldier was not flustered at all.

When they rushed up, they found that the tiger soldier was carrying a fire gun on his back.

The Tiger Ben soldiers took off their guns and shot at the Qing soldiers, and for a while, more than a dozen Qing soldiers fell to the ground.

It's still a burst of fire!

All the Qing soldiers gasped.

No wonder this Ming soldier is so fearless!

"Son of a Tartar, die!"

The Tiger Soldier roared and shot as hard as he could.

All the Qing soldiers were frightened and stupid, and they fled backwards crying for their fathers and mothers.

Faced with life and death, how many people can calm down?

Wen Mu'an jumped to his feet angrily when he saw this, these idiots are really not worrying at all.

Waste, it's all a bunch of waste.

What is the use of this house to raise you?

Wen Mu'an scolded these Qing soldiers in his heart, but he didn't know that he didn't even have the courage to step forward with a knife.

"Press it on the house, the thief is alone, so many of you are afraid of a fart."

Sou!

At that moment, an arrow flew over Wen Muan's head, shooting his hat away.

Wen Muan screamed and sat down on the ground.

He touched his bare scalp and muttered, "See blood, see blood..."

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