I don't know who cut out the thin strips, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. The fluttering willow branches swayed on the branches, as if showing off their freshly sprouted buds.

In February of the first year of Jing You, on a safe morning, Hou Xuanyan continued to accumulate grain and train elite soldiers in Jinling; Zheng Zhilong and the Dutch threw bones for him, and continued to bite in Penghu and Dongfan; Zilharang got up early, stood under the Qingliu Pass and looked at the mountain in the distance, still the figure of the Houtu camp waiting for him; Plugging Yinxi in Xiangyang, leisurely and Yuan Zong's first road, inspecting the city; Peng Zhuze led the rebellious native soldiers, killed the Tusi Yingliu officials, and carried out a vigorous feudal revolution.

In Maoyu Town, Tongjiang, Baoning Prefecture, Sichuan, the Zhenghuang Banner of the Manchu Qing Dynasty and the Ming Army of Sichuan and Shu confronted each other across the river, and the two sides were quite restrained, and there were not too many temptations for several months. Ba Shui is not a big river, and the water flow is not turbulent, but it is like a chasm, separating both banks.

Previously, Wu Sangui and Haoge entered Shu and slaughtered all the way, and then Dolgon and Xiaozhuang ordered together that the people of Sichuan and Shu were untamable, so that they could keep women and not men, and slaughter cities everywhere they passed. Boryeong Prefecture suffered deeply, and almost all the soldiers in Maoyu Town had a deep hatred of blood on their backs, but Governor Yang Zhan had an order not to do it without permission.

Early in the morning, the little soldier Meng Sanwa, as usual, came to the river to fetch water with a scolding curse. Most of the veterans in the battalion, this hairy boy has become everyone's little errand, although Meng Sanwa is reluctant, but her arms can't reach her thighs, so she has to take the spiritual victory method, scolding while fetching water. Every morning, Meng Sanwa came to fetch water, and knew that the Tartars on the other side liked to come to wash the saddle at this time. This group of tartars is bad and pus, and they don't miss any opportunity to make it bad. They are upstream, and prefer to wash the saddle in the early morning.

Sure enough, Meng Sanwa came to the river to see that there were three more Tartars on the other side. Meng Sanwa's relatives all died in the massacre initiated by Wu Sangui and Haoge, and even if there were any remaining relatives, they were all in different places, and it was difficult to find them. It is not uncommon for the Sichuan soldiers in the camp here to have the same experience as him, and some people may not have a chance to come back in their lifetime if they are exiled to a foreign land.

A few Tartars on the other side, seeing his appearance, thought that they were scolding them with a good mouth, and immediately pointed their fingers. Meng Sanwa's heart was on fire, and she scolded at the top of her throat, although Qing Bing didn't understand, but she also knew that it was not a good word, so she was willing to give up. The two sides were just across a big river and scolded each other in a language they didn't understand. Meng Sanwa is worthy of being a brother in a robe, and she does not fall behind at all with one enemy and three enemies, and she scolds and improvises a dance. The Tartar on the other side saw that his movements were too cheap, and he couldn't help but be annoyed, and with a cold snort, he pulled out the bow and arrow in his waist and shot it. Meng Sanwa hurriedly dodged, but the Tartar bow horse was skillful, and an arrow still shot through the bucket and stuck it in his ass.

Meng Sanwa carried the bucket in her backhand, for fear that the Tartar would release arrows again, so she didn't dare to put down the bucket to pull out the arrows, and hurriedly fled to the camp. Along the way, blood flowed down the bucket and mixed with the river water. The little soldiers along the way stared at Meng Sanwa who was galloping away.

"Meng Sanwa is doing it, he's pulling blood?"

"What's the matter with the three babies?"

"Why does he have a bucket on his hook?"

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Meng Sanwa fled back to the camp with a feather arrow stuck in her buttocks, and began to cry. Jing Yumang, the guard of Maoyu Town, is a fiery character, and he is nicknamed King Jing Yan, and when he sees Meng Sanwa's appearance, he can't help but be angry. Coupled with the long-term grudge, King Jingyan shouted angrily and summoned his subordinates to avenge Meng Sanwa.

On the other side of the river, the three Tartars were still washing their saddles, only to see a group of Ming troops coming from the opposite side. They weren't afraid, after all, they couldn't fly over a big river. King Jing Yan didn't say a word, he ordered his subordinates to shoot, and the Tartars on the other side didn't expect the other side to shoot without saying a word, and the comfort of several months made them relax their vigilance.

In a panic, three people were killed and one was wounded, and the remaining one fled back to the camp, and the leader of the Qing soldiers was also furious, and took his three hundred horsemen to the river and shot at the king of Jingyan. Slowly, the Tongzhou guerrilla general received a battle report, saying that the Qing troops on the other side of the bank had taken the initiative to attack. The Tongzhou guerrillas did not dare to slack off, and quickly reported to the general army of Baoning Prefecture, who hurriedly brought troops to come, and sent people to Chengdu to inform Yang Zhan, the governor of Sichuan, that the Qing soldiers on the other bank had attacked.

The Qing soldiers on the other side were not ambiguous, and Guarjia Aobai soon got the news, and when he came to Maoyu Town, King Jingyan had already led his troops to rush through Bashui, and reinforcements from both sides kept coming. In the icy river, the two sides fought together, and Ba Shui was dyed red. The accumulated grievances between the two sides broke out for a while, and as soon as they came into contact, they were red-eyed, and the situation was difficult to control.

Reinforcements poured into the battlefield from behind both sides, and the rank of the generals commanding the battle gradually increased.

There are bamboo forests on both sides of the Ba Shui, and there are a few sparse villages not far from the shore, which used to be the appearance of a farm yard outside the world, although it is poor and miserable, it is better to be disturbed by no one, and it is deep and secluded as if isolated from the world. But now it looks like it's about to be boiled, and countless slaughterers are fighting for their lives here. The sky-high blood aroused the beastly nature in the bodies of both sides, and when the knife fell, he used his fists and teeth to fight the enemy desperately. The bamboo forest is still green, but the land in the forest has been dyed red.

The ground paved with fallen leaves, stepping on it is soft and soft, if these Sichuan soldiers usually come here, they must lie down on the spot, and say: "Ba Shi Deban." "But today it was different, the blood poured in the forest, and soon seeped into the pile of fallen leaves. The beasts that wake up in the spring in the mountains should also avoid this place, because everyone here is like a fierce beast at this time.

As the number of people participating in the battle increased, the sound of various firearms also sounded, and the gray mist was mixed with the smell of gunsmoke, as well as the fishy smell that rushed to the sky. The accumulation of corpses in the river forcibly changed the course of the river, and countless people stepped on the corpses of their comrades or enemies, and fought mercilessly. The shouting of killing once overpowered the sound of the cannonball, shaking people's eardrums. The shattered armor, wood chips, and limbs stained the water into a muddy state.

In this dark battle, the time came early the next morning, and the two sides slowly retreated. The Sichuan soldiers had already reached the other side of the river, and the army behind them was building a bridge over the river. The Qing soldiers retreated to Hongkou Pass, and the soldiers and horses in Aobai's hands were insufficient, and they had already announced that they went to Wu Sangui for help. In his opinion, the intention of the Sichuan soldiers to cross the river and start the war was already obvious. Wu Sangui didn't dare to slack off, as the saying goes, Long Wangshu is the opposite. Hou Xuan's performance is as good as Sichuan and Shu, how can he not covet Hanzhong. Moreover, after hitting Boryeong, their western front was exposed to the attack range of the Ming army. After the loyal battalion and the Sichuan soldiers joined forces, the four feudal kings besieging Xiangyang were in danger.

Wu Sangui first wrote a letter to ask Zhang Zongfan to send Xiezhou's soldiers and horses to support nearby, and then dispatched an elite army from Xiangyang City to support. The generals who commanded the army were none other than Sun Kewang, Ai Nengqi, and Liu Wenxiu, who defected to Wu Sangui after the defeat of the army. The three of them were not mediocre talents, and they hated the Sichuan Shu Ming Army to the core, so they all held back their anger and wanted to enter Sichuan again to take revenge. Of course, Wu Sangui didn't fully trust them, but he still sent his henchmen to accompany the army, even if they wanted to rebel, they had no chance.

Chengdu Mansion, in the lobby of the Governor's Office.

Yang Zhan was in the lobby, directing his subordinates to transport troops to prepare to support Peng Zhuze in Xiangxi. Although he wanted to fight the Manchu Qing Dynasty more, since the Duke of Guo had given an order, he had to obey it.

A soldier hurriedly broke in, knelt on the ground, and said loudly: "Supervisor, the Qing soldiers have beaten Ba Shui and fought with our people in Maoyu Town." ”

There was silence in the lobby, only the sound of heavy breathing and a thumping heartbeat.

"And this kind of good thing?" Sichuan political envoy Wang Kaifang muttered to himself.

The officials in the hall who were awakened by his words suddenly became excited, and the fighting spirit of the soldiers and civilians in Sichuan was high. If Hou Xuanyan hadn't felt that the time had not come, he forcibly pressed them, and he would have gone to Taiping Mansion to regain the lost territory.

Yang Zhan jumped up from the chair excitedly and shouted: "This time it was the Tartars who made the first move, no wonder Lao Tzu is on his head, Guogong is to blame, you all have to testify to Lao Tzu, we can't fight back, right?" ”

All the generals said in unison: "Don't worry, the superintendent, we are willing to prove it for the superintendent." ”

"Haha, send troops!"

Yang Zhan had already prepared all the war preparations, the vitality of Sichuan and Shu was really tenacious, and it was so seriously harmed by several warlords and the Manchu Qing that it took a year to recover. Among them, Yang Zhan contributed a lot, he was originally a capable official who was good at improving civil affairs and persuading farmers to teach agriculture, coupled with the power of Hou Xuanyan at the beginning, he transported grain into Sichuan and solved the biggest famine of the year.

70,000 Sichuan soldiers set off from Chengdu, and Yang Zhan personally took command, leading the generals of Shuzhong to Dahai, Li Zhanchun and others, and rushed to Baoning Mansion to help in the battle. The people of Chengdu sent their children to the front line to kill the enemy, the Ming Dynasty has rarely had such a situation, one is the Sichuan people's fierce nature, the massacre of the Manchu Qing Dynasty made them resentful. Second, Hou Xuanyan's means of aiding Sichuan and Yang Zhan's governance of Sichuan have won the hearts of the people of Sichuan.

Yang Zhan looked at his elite soldiers, with neat military appearances, bright armor, and high morale. Coupled with the farewell of all the people, the gentry helped, and the scholars sang praises, a pride soared into the sky. Since ancient times, generals have led the army to fight, who has this treatment for him, for the generals to have this time, it can be said that this life is not in vain.

"If we don't avenge the 500,000 people in eastern Sichuan, we will not return!" Yang Zhan raised his voice and shouted, he is a dignified martial artist, dignified and heroic, coupled with this situation, the people and soldiers shouted together.

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