As mentioned above, Yangzhou City is divided into two cities, the old and the new, and the old city is on the left, and the government is also called the city of Fu.

In the city of Fucheng, a river meanders through the city from south to north, which is the famous small Qinhuai River in Yangzhou City. It is named "Little Qinhuai" to correspond to the Qinhuai River in Nanjing. In fact, the romance of Xiao Qinhuai is not much more than that of the Qinhuai River in Nanjing.

On both sides of the small Qinhuai, the green willows are shady, and the drooping willow branches caress the river surface several zhang wide. The buildings on both sides of the strait are everywhere, and the scenery is picturesque. There are dozens of painting boats moored in the river all year round, and every night is full of color, the piano is harmonious, the shallow chanting and low singing, and the gentleness is infinite.

Yangzhou's skinny horses are famous all over the world, and this is the gathering place of skinny horses, which can be described as the most romantic place in the world. Wrap 100,000 yuan around your waist and ride a crane down to Yangzhou, if you don't have a spring breeze in Xiaoqinhuai, no matter how rich and expensive you are, you won't have the capital to brag about.

Of course, the recent war has caused Xiao Qinhuai's painting boat business to be depressed a lot, and the Governor's Office ordered the implementation of military control over the entire city, which made the painting boat business plummet. Except for some old customers who occasionally take care of some business, others have no time to think about romantic things anymore.

However, today, the perennial painting boat in the Xiaoqinhuai River has disappeared, and the entire river is empty, which makes the citizens passing by a little uncomfortable.

On the side of the Taiping Bridge, the heavily armed Pingnan sergeants held guns and guns, three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry, blocking this section of the river tightly, looking through the gaps, the generals with bright armor and bright armor, and the high-ranking officials in the big red official robes, as if the most advanced civil and military officers in the entire Yangzhou City were gathered here, which made the ordinary people deeply puzzled, as if something big had happened.

"Brother, what happened?"

Under the pillars of the porch outside a shop, a citizen asked quietly.

"It seems that the Pingnan Army won the battle, and the old man of Pingnan Hou led a group of civil and military soldiers to welcome the triumph of the meritorious soldiers." The object of the question seems to have some doorways, and he is very familiar with the government, so he said quietly.

"Won the battle?" How is this possible, although the Qing army in and outside the city has been fighting with artillery these days, and shells have fallen into the city from time to time, but the people of Yangzhou know that Yangzhou City is surrounded by 100,000 Qing troops, and they have not seen the Qing army attacking the city in the past few days, how can they win?

With deep incomprehension, I stopped and watched. At this time, it was these people who most wanted to get the news of victory. Therefore, although the rumbling cannon still sounded from time to time, many people stopped by the small Qinhuai River and waited regardless of the danger of being hit by the shells.

Finally, a boat appeared at the water gate in the south, and sailed into Xiaoqinhuai under the operation of the soldiers of the water battalion, and then one after another, more than a dozen boats appeared on the river.

Every boat was full of soldiers who had returned from the war, their faces covered with gunpowder smoke and dust, and their armor was stained with blood, all of which showed that this was a unit that had returned from the war. Needless to say, a tragic aura permeated the sky above Xiao Qinhuai.

The boat slowly approached the shore, and a soldier came ashore along the board from the boat, and then many things were unloaded from the ship.

A large pile of blood-stained armor, crooked sabers, curved bows, feathered arrows, and dozens of Qing army flags. Looking at these seizures, Ma Mingli and a group of Yangzhou officials were finally shocked.

They were summoned by the Governor's Mansion early, saying that they were the soldiers who greeted the triumphant. At first, they didn't think so, even if they didn't understand military affairs, they knew that now Yangzhou was besieged by the Qing army, and they didn't have the ability to take the initiative to attack at all.

However, seeing that Pingnan Hou Chen Yue was standing at the front, although he was extremely impatient to wait, no one dared to say much. Maybe it's just to boost the morale of the soldiers and civilians in the city and boost morale, someone who thinks he understands secretly thought.

But judging from the seizures that kept coming down from the boats, it turned out to be a big victory. After all, these armor weapons that are completely different from the Ming army cannot be faked, not to mention the captured military flags, judging by their number, I am afraid that a Qing army with an established system has been completely annihilated.

As a result, the expressions of the officials changed from waiting impatience to shock. However, there was something that shocked them even more, and that was the heads that were finally removed from the ship.

The bald head, the ugly braids, the rotten teeth, the bloody flesh and blood are still broken in the bloodied neck, although it has been concocted by lime.

Looking at the hideous heads, many timid civil officials immediately shifted their eyes and did not dare to look at them again.

There are also bold officials staring at it carefully, judging from the appearance of the head, there is a big difference between the appearance and the Mingren, and the bald hair on the top of the head is not newly shaved, these are really full of Tartar heads!

One by one, the heads were unloaded from the ship and neatly stacked on the street on the west side of Xiao Qinhuai, and the officers of the Suppression Division stood by each boat to count their numbers.

More and more heads were removed, and they were piled up in piles, and slowly piled up higher and higher, gradually becoming a small knoll.

Kyokan! The word suddenly rose in the hearts of all the civil officials.

Looking at the hideous heads one by one, the entire Qinhuai River and the entire street, tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians were silent. The impact of thousands of heads stacked together on them was so powerful that it deeply shook their hearts.

Some of the people had a strong urge to vomit in their throats, but they still held on to keep their eyes from taking their eyes off.

Once upon a time, the Ming army faced the Tartars outside the Guan, and lost one after another, and countless famous generals and warriors stained the battlefield with blood.

Once upon a time, the strong nine-border defense line became like a sieve, allowing the Mantar iron cavalry to gallop across the eastern part of Gyeonggi Mountain, hundreds of thousands of people were plundered to the border as slaves and maids, and countless people became ghosts in a foreign land, and they could not return to their hometowns until they died.

Once upon a time, the Eight Banners became a nightmare for the Ming people, and their invincible reputation penetrated into the hearts of all the Ming people, whenever the Eight Banners were killed, even if the Ming army was several times or even ten times its number, no one dared to resist. Fleeing from the wind, abandoning their weapons and surrendering, and waiting to be killed, this is what happens all too often.

And today, seeing the heads of one Tartar after another, and looking at the piles of heads that are gradually stacking, both officials and ordinary people feel as if a stone has been put down in their hearts.

It turns out that the Eight Banners are not invincible!

It turns out that the Eight Banners are not impossible to kill!

As long as the bloody Ming people are willing to stand up, as long as everyone is not afraid of sacrifice and dares to fight bravely to kill the enemy, what Eight Banners are invincible is just a joke.

Once upon a time, the courage they had lost, the pride they had lost, rose again from their hearts. We are Ming people, and the land under our feet is the land of China, the land of China, how can we let the Tartars ravage!