Yunlong Mountain is a natural summer resort, especially when the wind blows almost always on the top of the mountain. Hou Xuanyan sat on a bluestone slab, piled up the stones in his hand on the ground mountain, and used gravel to build a small Xuzhou City.

"With our Northern Expedition, the attitude of the puppet Qing towards the Han people has also changed, and I heard that Nurhachi has abolished the enclosure and surrender in many places in Guannai, and has returned a lot of land seized by Baylor to the local people. These foolish people are grateful to Dade and can't wait to offer them as ancestors, forgetting how they were oppressed in the first place. Xia Wanchun was indignant and scolded in a deep voice.

Hou Xuanyan piled the last stone on the city tower, patted the soil on his hands, and said with a smile: "The puppet Qing needs someone to farm for him, give him military rations, and give him armor." And the people in the north need to live, and the two sides hit it off, there is nothing strange about it, and it is difficult for the strong to have everyone in their hearts. Some people just want to live, and there is nothing wrong with that. The Pseudo-Qing Dynasty has reached the present, knowing that compassion for the people can be regarded as an achievement of our Northern Expedition, and Brother Duan'er does not need to be angry. ”

Xia Wanchun snorted coldly, lowered his head and was silent, Hou Xuanyan knew that he had read the sage books for more than ten years, and he had his own benchmark in his heart, which could not be reversed in a few words.

Yan Yingyuan looked at the little Xuzhou he piled up, and he turned out to be decent, and he also knew that it was because in the past month, looking down at the top of Yunlong Mountain every day, Xuzhou City had been engraved in the minds of several of them.

"Guogong, when will we fight Xuzhou, it's not a way to do it like this. At the foot of Yunlong, the Northern Expedition Middle Route Army was about to build a small city. ”

The young generals in the army were scolded by Hou Xuanyan several times because of the invitation to fight, and no one dared to say it again. This time, Yan Yingyuan couldn't help but ask in person, and all the generals around him pricked up their ears, waiting to hear the answer.

Yan Yingyuan is different from those young generals, those young generals all followed Hou Xuanyan step by step from Suzhou, and they are Hou Xuanyan's henchmen and subordinates, Hou Xuanyan can beat and scold them at will, not to mention that they will be scolded if they anger Hou Xuanyan. Usually when you see someone in the aisle, you have to be kicked for no reason, but Yan Yingyuan can't.

Not to mention the feat of this veteran in Jiangyin, even if it is his later qualifications and prestige, Hou Xuanyan has to save some face for him.

"Liheng, it's not that Xuzhou can't fight, but there are several disadvantages to fighting now, the first Xiangyang front is unstable, the stalemate between the loyal battalion and the four feudatories 1 has a slight advantage, and Haoge and Azig can support Kong and Wu Sifeud at any time in Henan. If we start a war against Xuzhou, we will lose our role in responding to Xiangyang. Second, Shandong and Hanzhong have just been recovered, and now they are consolidating the city defenses, as long as they settle down, they can contain more Qing troops, and then Xuzhou's reinforcements to fight the puppet Qing will be greatly reduced. The public of your country knows that you are eager to make meritorious contributions and are eager to recover the north, and you are also motivated to serve the country with your fists, but you can't be in a hurry. I'd rather let the soldiers grow vegetables and raise animals in Yunlong Mountain than pay twice or even more casualties in exchange for a day or two earlier in the time to conquer Xuzhou. ”

Yan Yingyuan nodded secretly when he heard this, although he was still not very satisfied in his heart, but this was at least reasonable. To say that Hou Xuanyan had no intention of the Northern Expedition, few people in the world believed it, but if he delayed in Xuzhou for too long, it was inevitable that people's hearts would fluctuate. Yan Yingyuan was also afraid that the morale of the army would be affected, so he risked offending Hou Xuanyan and asked this sentence for the junior soldiers. In fact, in his opinion, as long as the Northern Expedition can succeed one day earlier, it will be worth paying the heavy casualties. When he was guarding Jiangyin, he held the idea of martyrdom in the whole city.

After Hou Xuanyan explained, he stood up, looked at the generals and said: "When the Eastern Route Army is in Shandong and the Sichuan Barracks has gained a firm foothold in Hanzhong, Xuzhou will be like this Little Rock City." After speaking, he kicked away the stone town that he had been holding up all morning.

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In the city of Xuzhou, Nikan was having a banquet with the officials of Xuzhou Mansion appointed by the puppet Qing Dynasty, and the banquet had all the eight treasures of the waterway, the delicacies of the mountains and the sea.

More than a dozen young girls, twisting their graceful bodies, danced in the sound of zhengle orchestra.

Ye Fangheng, the prefect of Xuzhou, stood up, with a faint smile on his face, raised his glass and said: "We can be safe and sound now, thanks to the power of the prince, who blocked that Hou Xuanyan from the city." Thinking that guy is very ruthless, he is simply a murderer who has not been encountered for a thousand years. How many famous generals have been lost in his hands, but there is no way to take our prince, everyone will toast the prince with me, and thank him for the virtue of the old man's regeneration. ”

Nikan sat on the top, pinching his chin to enjoy the singing and dancing during the banquet, and sneered after listening to Ye Fangheng's words: "You have bragged too much about that Hou Xuanyan, my royal brothers have arrived in Jiangnan, and they have been sick too much, so he has picked up a big bargain." By the beginning of this autumn, our warriors of the Qing Dynasty will make a comeback and take Jiangnan to dominate the world. ”

No one at the banquet believed it, but their faces were full of excitement and they raised their glasses.

What's more, they burst into tears, bluntly saying that being able to be loyal to the Qing Dynasty and the Manchurian master is a blessing that has only been cultivated in several lifetimes.

Ye Fangheng's younger brother is Ye Fangli, who resisted commercial taxes in Kunshan at the beginning, and also tried to kill Xu Yuanbao, Fan Xian and other tax officials, but was wiped out by Hou Xuanyan with troops. He relied on the wine, with a sad expression on his face, and continued: "Kunshan, Songjiang Prefecture, the hometown of Xia Guan, was the first territory to be stolen by Hou Xuanyan, and my whole family of more than 70 was killed by his subordinate Xu Yuanbao. ”

The Ye family is a tyrant in Kunshan, and Gu Yanwu, who was oppressed at the beginning, was homeless and exiled in the rivers and lakes, and it was this family that fled for his life. Ye Fangheng was originally a county magistrate in Laiwu County, Tai'an Prefecture, and the Agni Battalion was killed in Shandong, and he fled to Beijing to hand over all his family property in exchange for the high position of the prefect of Xuzhou. It was also because of the massacre of the Northern Expeditionary Army that there were fewer and fewer Han officials in the puppet Qing court, and he was able to rise so high. Ordinary people don't dare to buy officials and donate officials, and everyone knows that if the Northern Expeditionary Army fights, the officials appointed by the Qing court will inevitably die.

Xuzhou Tongju stood up and said indignantly: "Hou Xuanyan is simply too brutal, there is no human heart, Jiangpu County he refined two thousand living people into a magnetic kiln, and the unheard of tyranny can only be compared with the Shang Xuan of that year." And Fengyang City... Alas! "Zilharang's death is so tragic that even these traitors dare not open their mouths to describe it.

These people are a word to me, and Nikan, who originally admired the singing and dancing of beauties, has no interest in saying it at all, and only feels uncomfortable. Nikan, who was holding a wine glass with a misty look in his eyes, thought to himself: Death on the battlefield is a small matter, if you are like Zilharang, you will be skinned and thrown into boiling feces...

Nikan was so frightened that he got goosebumps, no, I can't gamble to defend Xuzhou. Fear was like a poisonous snake, and the poisoned Nikan's heart began to slowly begin to lay out the back road in the event of defeat.

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