Outside the city of Hangzhou, the drizzling rain wet the dead bodies along the way and no one paid attention. Fang Guoan's face was colorless, and he fled towards the Qiantang River under the escort of the Chinese army. The shouting of killing behind him seemed to be in his ears, and the Qing soldiers were still in hot pursuit.

When Suzhou was recovered and the whole country was excited, he sent a fiasco at an inopportune time. If the boss of this time is someone else, he is bound to scold a few cruel words such as "misleading the country and the people, and sinners through the ages".

Thinking that before the war, the whole army was unanimous, the king's eyes were eager, and the gentry and the people were sending each other off. Looking at the present, the people are sleepy and the horses are lacking, and more than half of the army is killed and wounded, and they are scattering and fleeing. The soldiers and generals around him, everyone's face was terrified, and they were like lost dogs. The regime of King Lu of Shaoxing was completely lost in the first war, and it was difficult to do anything from then on.

Thinking of this, Fang Guoan suddenly pulled out his sword and was about to commit suicide by slashing his neck. The soldiers around him were quick and fast, and slapped the back of the knife on Fang Guoan's hand, the back of the hand was painful, and the sword fell to the ground in response.

"Guogong! What are you doing here? The deputy general Wang Zhiren hurriedly stepped forward to support him and scolded him loudly.

"What is my face, go back to the other side." Fang Guoan's hands trembled, his face was as white as paper, and his originally heroic face was full of tears and remorse.

Suicide was based on a momentary surge of blood, and since it was interrupted, Fang Guoan couldn't muster the courage to do it again. His men put him on his horse and continued to flee for his life.

Wang Zhiren saw his old friend for many years like this, and rode on the horse and said with relief: "Yue Guogong, don't blame yourself too much, victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers." Let's go back to the other side of the strait, and there may not be no chance to regroup. ”

After a night of pursuit, nearly 50,000 Ming troops were killed by more than 20,000 Qing soldiers divided into three routes. The 20,000 vanguard troops of the Ming army were all wiped out, and less than 5,000 people were killed in the rear army. Zhang Cunren took the lead and bravely crowned the three armies, although he was the governor of Zhejiang, he was indeed a fierce general.

At the beginning in Liaodong, Zhang Cunren followed Zu Dashou and was the purest Guanning iron horseman.

It was only later that Zu Dashou surrendered to the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and Guanning rode the Great Wall of the Ming Dynasty and completely became an accomplice in the invasion of the Central Plains.

When he came to the Chinese army tent and saw Ji Xiha, Zhang Cunren said with a smile on his face: "Congratulations to the general, in this battle, we captured eleven deputy generals, and forty-eight generals, guerrillas, capital divisions, and garrisons. ”

Although Ji Xiha wantonly beat and scolded Tu Guobao and Wu Shengzhao, he still maintained respect for Zhang Cunren on the surface. When he was a child, he was hunting, and he was injured in the eye and was pecked blind by an eagle falcon. The only remaining eyeball turned upwards and burst into laughter, and the fat on his body trembled.

The disdain in Zhang Cunren's eyes flashed away, although Manren was rude and barbaric, he was now his master.

"Immediately play the regent, we and Hong Chengchou will attack Suzhou, and then cross the river to destroy the remnants of the Ming. By the way, did Fang Guoan and Wang Zhiren catch it? "Zishiha looks rough, but he is very delicate, and he knows that this is the time for Dolgon to be inseparable from the loyal Emperor Taiji. Such a great victory must be reported to the court immediately as a bargaining chip.

Zhang Cunren shook his head and said, "These two can't fight, they are very good at escaping, and let them run away again." ”

Ji Xiha patted him on the shoulder and smiled, "It's okay, it's just two wastes, haha." Go, the squad returned to Hangzhou, put the prisoners in front, and I personally escorted them into the city. Let those restless Han people see if their royal master can fight the great Jurchen Baturu. ”

The fog gradually lifted and the rain slowly became heavier, which did not affect Jixiha's good mood in the slightest.

The scorching heat in the south of the Yangtze River is unbearable, and it is rare to rain and be cool, and Ji Xiha is not angry but happy. He took off his armor and rode shirtless, walking in the front, beaming proudly. Behind him were the generals who were chained, all like defeated roosters, moving in humiliation on the muddy road. But there were those who walked slowly, and the fierce Qing soldiers around them immediately whipped them.

Wu Shengzhao stood under the city, looking at Ji Xiha's style from afar, and new hatred and old hatred surged into his heart.

Ji Xiha also saw him, and said unhappily: "How can it be you, the national treasure of the earth?" We are fighting the Ming army outside, and the national treasure of the earth dares not to come to greet us! ”

Wu Shengzhao held back his anger and said: "Lord Tu was too happy when he heard the good news, and he accidentally fell off his horse and was inconvenient to walk, so he asked the lower officials to come." ”

"Haha, what a waste, it's rare for him to be so loyal, so I spared him this time." After speaking, he pointed at Wu Shengzhao's head with a horsewhip: "You go to the city, drive all the Han people into the street, and let them see these captives with their own eyes." ”

Wu Shengzhao turned over and entered the city first. Ji Xiha stopped the three armies and deliberately waited to give Wu Shengzhao time.

After about a stick of incense, he waved his horsewhip and led the army into the city. The Ming general behind him was wearing armor, and he looked embarrassed when he was drenched in the rain. Driven by whips, cattle and sheep were generally driven into the city.

Hou Xuanyan, who was dressed as a Qing soldier on the city tower, watched everything calmly, the spear in his hand was clenched, and his face sank like water.

In order not to arouse suspicion, the castle tower was full of troops who had been ambushed last night. Everyone has a Suzhou soldier by their side, standing behind him with a knife, and once there is an abnormality, he will correct the law on the spot.

And he crossed the drawbridge and entered the city of urns. This was followed by a vast array of captives and the Eight Banners who escorted them. followed by Zhang Cunren and other Han generals, such an opportunity to be in the limelight, Ji Xiha didn't want the Han people to join in the fun.

"My lord, close the door, Jishiha has already entered the city."

Hou Xuanyan shook his head lightly, and the big net was cast, how could he only catch one fish.

Zhang Cunren rode on the horse, and there was a faint feeling that something was wrong. He knows the temperament of Tu Guobao very well, and according to his character, he has long been noisy and came to greet him. Today's Hangzhou city is particularly lonely in the rain. Although there are many people, it is surprisingly quiet.

Tian Xiong saw that he was absent-minded, and leaned over and asked, "Governor Zhang, why are you sullen on the day of great joy when you return from victory today?" ”

Zhang Cunren shook his head, and couldn't say anything wrong, he laughed at himself: "Maybe I'm too careful, I've been fighting for half my life, and my courage is getting smaller and smaller." ”

After saying this, he had already walked across the suspension bridge and came to the gate of Hangzhou.

Hou Xuanyan slapped his palms, and his throat was already making a terrifying tearing sound because of nervousness: "Do it!" ”

The rolling stones and timbers that had been prepared in the city long ago were originally sent by Zhang Cunren to move to the city tower to prepare to deal with the Ming army. This time it all fell on his head, Tian Xiong saw that things were not good, so he wanted to flee back. Just halfway through, the drawbridge was slowly pulled up, and Tian Xiong and his men and horses rolled down into the moat. As soon as Zhang Cunren raised his head, the huge stone mill smashed head-on, and his brain was mixed with blood and splattered out.

The Ming army captives in the urn city and the Manchu Eight Banners soldiers, like a turtle in the urn, are surrounded by high walls, want to escape outside the city, in front of the small city gate, have long been blocked by rolling stones and wood and stoned corpses.

At the same time, the gates of the inner city were also closed, and Ji Xiha and other generals had already entered the city of Hangzhou. He was greeted not by the Han people, but by Wu Shengzhao and his men.

"Good thief, do you dare to beat your grandfather?"