In the early morning, the early soldiers still eat fragrant rice, and pour the broth boiled in a little lard into a bowl to soak the rice. Two high-grade ingredients in the eyes of the poor were eaten, and the soldiers who believed in the creed of "living to eat" were taken to their own defense by officers at all levels.

After days of fighting, there were fewer and fewer reserves moving around, and the general reserves near the inner city were even less. Firefighters who go up to the city walls often can't walk down the walls anymore – and even the ones they carry down are incomplete. Every day when the tired soldiers return to the barracks, they can see an empty tent, only the tent can speak Hokkien that can be understood, which has become the bond between everyone and persisting in fighting.

In the inner city, Zheng Xi was ready to "move", loading all the necessary and able things into the cart--- books, archives, equipment used by blacksmiths, small franc machines and tiger squat cannons... Even the dried meat brought a dozen carts. The spokes were reinforced on the wheels, and even tin sheets, which were usually considered expensive, were wrapped.

And those calligraphy, paintings, and literary toys that the literati and scholars attach importance to have been thrown aside to eat ashes, antiques in the prosperous era, gold and silver in troubled times, Zheng Xi felt that he had soldiers in his hands, and these two would have them in the future, what to do with so much burden? If these Tartars have this kind of leisure and elegance, give it to them!

Of course, as the current supreme ruler of Yangzhou City, Zheng Xi himself loaded the private property of three major cars. Looking at the busy flow of people up and down the Hou Mansion, Zheng Xi felt a trace of sadness in the cold spring cold.

Victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers, and Zheng Xi feels that he can still escape with most of the defending troops. But for the businessmen, they were locked in the city by Zheng Raid and were about to suffer a catastrophe: they could not afford to supply the food of the Qing army, let alone expect Zheng Raid to take them away--- not to mention, where could they go with Zheng Raid?

And the dozen or so concubines in Zheng Xi's room were all hiding in the room in panic. They were sent into this wonderful garden as bargaining chips as canaries, but now, the nest behind the canaries is crumbling, what is the fate of these canaries? The mother's family disappeared one by one, and the skills that could protect themselves were perhaps only beautiful and pleasing to be beautiful, and in the midst of the turmoil, Zheng Xi's harem was about to be reshuffled.

At noon, Zheng Xi held a final military meeting and decided the order of implementation of the entire breakthrough plan: three days later, in the early morning, the red-clothed cannons on the head of the city re-fired at the cannons of the Qing army under the city, and gunpowder coffins were buried in many places on the city wall, directly blowing up the breakthrough of the Qing army. Subsequently, the Zheng army on the west and south sides launched a counter-attack, covering the main force protruding from the three city gates on the east side. In order to prevent the Zheng army from coming to help from the west and south, the direction in which the Qing army deployed the most troops was also on these two sides.

"Report! There were a few people outside the city, holding white flags and something like a bamboo tube, saying that they were the messengers sent by you before..."

"Where's the stuff?" Zheng Xun nodded, and the messenger sent by Xindao actually returned safely. However, the possibility of the emissary being captured and betrayed could not be guarded against.

"Those people said that they would only hand it over if they saw you, Master Hou."

"Then let them come."

After a while, these people were brought to Zheng Xian, and when they saw that familiar face, Zheng Zheng believed it. The remaining two percent depends on the experience he recounts.

After inspecting the bamboo tube in person, the soldiers handed over the silk inside to Zheng Xi. As soon as he opened the silk, Zheng Xi could confirm that the news was one hundred and twenty percent true--- and that Min King Great Seal alone should not have been seen by anyone alive!

Then, the message conveyed by this silk card must be true.

Doesn't it mean that in a day or two, the 20,000 people brought by Gan Hui will arrive?

The Qing army has nearly 100,000 troops, attacking the city on all sides, even if there is a Zhengqi point, 20,000 troops can press from behind, it can also give it great pressure, then, Yangzhou City can be defended?

Zheng Xi, who saw the dawn of victory, stood up excitedly, ordered people to entertain these nights of combat power, and changed the previous deployment again.

Also facing the sand table where there was only a small circle of red flags left, the person standing next to the sand table was full of spirit: "Ben Hou already knows that in two days at most, Admiral Gan will lead troops to help." Therefore, we only need to defend for two more days, and then we can fight out of the city and join forces with the governor of Gandi! ”

Several veterans showed skeptical eyes, but they did not say anything against it--- in fact, they also lacked confidence in the retreat plan, so they only expressed skepticism, but did not openly discourage everyone.

"Since everyone has no opinion, let's do it!"

"Master Hou... Does this matter need to be kept secret? The guard next to him asked cautiously.

"Confidentiality? No, you don't need to, spread it, let the whole city know, and give the people of the city a meal of white rice! ”

Zheng Xi waved his hand, completely ignoring the danger of having to sit on the mountain and eat empty food in a few days.

Hearing the news that the siege was about to be lifted, and eating rice that would not grind out his teeth, Yangzhou City was instantly filled with the power of returning to the light.

In the military tent hundreds of miles away, Gan Hui was also making military deployments. Gan Hui fought all the way and received a lot of troops from the green battalion, but the truly reliable army from Fujian only had two "battalions" of more than 5,000 people. The others were all stragglers of the Green Battalion, and there were even three "battalions" with more than 10,000 people who were directly surrendered to the adjutant generals and troops under the command of the generals. These former Green Battalion Army, who had shaved their heads, really couldn't get Gan Hui to have any trust in them, and he felt that he was holding a large barrel of gunpowder to save the raging fire in Yangzhou.

"Alas..."In the big tent of the Chinese army, Gan Hui's sigh filled the entire tent.

There are too many of these wavering elements and unstable factors. Put it in front, it's not good, put it in the back, it's not good; Put it in front for fear that people will rebel in front of the formation, and put it in the back and cut off directly...

What the? Wrapped, you say? More than 10,000 people, the center is blooming! (A certain division commander on Meng Lianggu: Li Tianxia, I won't let you go if I'm a ghost!) ）

If I had been heartbroken at that time and directly cut off the heads of these main generals, it would be better than today!

The tent made of cowhide was opened by a literati dressed in short clothes, and the literati took a roll of documents to report a few things, and when he saw Gan Hui's impatient expression--- he almost waved his hand touchingly.

The scribe stopped reporting: he knew very well that the purpose of the report was for the leaders to hear. "What is the matter with the lord?"

It was said that it was a question, but in fact, the scribe already had the answer in his heart, not that he was superior in reading and intellectual, but that even the peddlers and pawns knew that people with foreign surnames ---were unreliable.

"The front army, the middle army, the rear army... How should I arrange my troops? ”