The retreating golden gong sounded, and the Ming army, which had dispersed to pursue the Qing army, stopped advancing and brought back the Qing prisoners who were holding their heads on the ground.

"Lord Commander, what should we do with these people?"

"If they attack the camps, let them go and fill in the trenches. Ah no..."

Gan Hui remembered that he still had more than 10,000 troops to walk slowly behind, so he dispelled the idea of directly sending them to death. "Let the three battalions in the back give an order to add these prisoners to their own team."

In fact, there were less than 500 captives in this group, and even if they were added to Gan Hui's lineage, it was difficult to guarantee what these unintegrated people could do. But if you throw it to the back, you are not afraid of their rebellion, and you are not afraid of rebellion later--- if you can catch these prisoners, it means that your chances of winning are not very small, and the success rate of "anyway in front of the enemy" is really not very high, so there is no need to take risks with your head.

As a result, the fate of these captives was slightly changed--- and they were sent to death.

Seeing some prisoners who had shaved their heads for a long time being sent back, there were not many generals in the military camp who thought about defecting before the battle, although ---- Manchuria Eight Banners were the first in the world, and the Eight Banners of the Han Army (including the King of Sanshun) were the second in the world, but the Eight Banners of the Han Army could be beaten by the Yongli Small Court that was poor and lost the King of Pingxi, if there were no tens of thousands of Manchurian Eight Banners, I still don't want to run to the opposite side as an outlier: Unlike the Ming army, a complete chain of contempt was formed within the Qing army: the Eight Banners of Manchuria looked down on the Mongolian Eight Banners, The Eight Banners of Mongolia looked down on the Eight Banners of the Han Army, the Eight Banners of the Han Army despised the Green Battalion in the North, and the Green Battalion in the North despised the Green Battalion in the South... As the lowest level of the chain of contempt, Zheng Jun, who also surrendered to the scum of combat effectiveness, most of his defections before the battle were also the fate of being overthrown.

Disperse the troops, restrict their use, give them false positions, rise and fall in the dark... These are all common methods for dealing with the surrender of the army, and for the surrender of the army that repeatedly jumps horizontally, it may also use extraordinary techniques--- directly cutting off the head of the main general.

After a day's march, the Ming army found that the Qing army had left a completely empty camp. After a careful search, Gan Hui ordered the place to be set on fire. The army continued to move forward, but in an hour, scouts on horseback reported that they had seen the walls of Yangzhou City.

"Order the whole army to speed up the march and enter the city of Yangzhou in the afternoon."

Hearing that they could enter the city of Yangzhou, the soldiers were excited. Through the narration of the commanders on the march, everyone now knows that Yangzhou is a big city with a lot of money, and the Zheng army is not allowed to loot, but there will be labor troops in the city, and the labor army in the city, in addition to wine and meat, there are often prostitutes smeared with fat powder--- which is much better than those black and thin women in the village. Simple sensuality immediately filled the entire marching path, saliva and hormones mixed together to make each column full of life.

The captives who were caught in the middle had a strange mood of joy and sorrow: the joy was that the Ming army was going to enter Yangzhou City, and the city was definitely more comfortable than the outside of the city, and the worry was that they would definitely go up to die in battle.

…

Under the city of Yangzhou.

"Congratulations on my promotion to the rank of chief officer!" In a spacious tent in the camp of the Qing army, several pro-soldiers who had followed for many years congratulated the head of the family who had been "promoted" from a general to a general soldier.

"What's the joy, I'm stepping on the head of the old official." Liu Gang, the new commander-in-chief, smiled bitterly and handed out the reward money, whether he wanted to be this commander-in-chief or not, he had to give the reward money to his own soldiers.

The soldiers who received a few small silver ingots smiled happily and thanked Liu Gangdaqian.

"There's wine over there, so take a jar from each of you."

As soon as they heard that there was wine, several people hurriedly thanked them and went to get it. Alcohol is forbidden in the army, but alcohol is their best narcotic, and being able to enjoy wine and food secretly is really a rare enjoyment in the interval between wars, and it is even better if there are women.

Liu Xuan also took a can himself, opened it and poured it down. The liquid with the smell of wine poured into the throat, and the tent was filled with the aroma of rice wine, and everyone gathered around the table to eat dried meat.

After three rounds of drinking, Liu Xuan snorted wine and asked, "How many of us know, why did Lord Zhuo Butai take over this chief soldier for us?" ”

"Lord Zhuo's thoughts, how do we fighting men know." The soldiers poured wine into their mouths as they spoke.

"Then, Ben will tell you today, that's because you are here, and you withdraw with your own army to gather the team, then you can still fight."

"No, no, how can it be because of us, it must be because the chief soldier himself can bring the soldiers back."

Hearing the familiar sycophants of the soldiers, Liu Outline happily continued: "If you can bring back the soldiers, it depends on you people, without you, then our old Liu is a fart, with you, how many soldiers can be called back, the iron-clad battalion and flowing soldiers, you brothers are the most reliable." ”

"I don't know if I can win the next battle, but if I lose, I must bring the team back. The key to losing the teacher is the loss of the teacher, as long as you can come back, our head can still be saved. ”

After Liu Xuan finished speaking, he poured all the jars of wine into his mouth.

"Yes, yes, we have to take our families to resist it, don't let the big soldiers retreat." A few of the soldiers nodded in reply.

The wine jar was empty, so Liu Xuan waved them out and let people come in to deal with the sloppy group that was definitely going to lose his head when he saw it by the Manchurian uncle. The residues of wine and meat were all cleared, and Liu Jian was the only one left in the tent.

"This wine is really fragrant..."Liu Xuan sniffed the aroma in the tent with his nose, and lay down on the cotton wool and fell asleep.

"Master, master!"

Liu Xuan was dazed, feeling that someone was shaking his body.

"Master, the Southern Barbarian has entered Yangzhou City! Lord Chobutai..."

"Yangzhou??"

Liu Gang jumped up, as an officer who had climbed all the way up from the general office, and those who did not have this reaction died in the long war.

"What did Lord Chobutai say?"

"Lord Zhuo Butai said that he wanted the master to go to him for deliberations before three o'clock, and those who did not arrive within the time limit would be killed."

"What? So what time is it? Liu Xuan got up, put on his clothes and a layer of soft armor, and asked as he walked.

"It's probably not a quarter of a minute now..."

For the sake of his own head, Liu Jian ran in the barracks, and the soldiers behind him did not dare to slack off, so they had to follow. Walking through one tent after another, Liu Jian was lucky to enter the big tent at the beginning of the three hundred gongs.

Seeing Liu Outline coming, several military generals who knew each other greeted him and asked him to sit in the vacant seat, and several people chatted in a whisper. The Manchurians on the opposite side also chatted in the characteristic Liaodong military dialect.

"Lord Zhuo Butai, the general of Zhengnan, has arrived!" With a long announcement, the Manchu and Han generals on both sides got up and saluted.

"Sit." Zhuo Butai said a word very solemnly.

"Nanban has now entered Yangzhou, and my Qing Dynasty's siege of Yangzhou has been broken. Now, with tens of thousands of soldiers nailed outside the city and starting to dig trenches and camp outside the city, Ben would like to know how this battle should be fought now. ”

"If Yangzhou can't take it, you won't be able to cross the Yangtze River, if you can't cross the Yangtze River, you won't be able to get Jiangning back, and if Jiangning can't get it back, how long can we fight? It's going to be eaten and hung up when the time comes, and you don't want to end up one by one. ”