After the Qing army entered Xiaonanjing, Guo Xing'a, who was greedy for life and afraid of death, wanted to make a jar to fill himself, so he changed the drum tower into a gun tower, and then lived in it and easily came out. Mu Shun, who needed to command the cavalry patrol and serve as a peripheral guard force, placed his station in the main tower of the inner and outer urn city, so as to facilitate his departure from the city at any time and the mobility of the cavalry troops. And Feng Sheng'a, who has been in charge of the custody of prisoners of war in the city, has no choice but to live with the prisoners of war and live in the original men's camp. Now that the prisoners of war have been disposed of, he is too lazy to move anymore, and still lives on the site of the men's camp, and it is convenient to deal with the things that are guarded in the city. The old man Xiande lived in the mansion of the former commander of the Taiping Army in Little Nanjing, and the rest of the company platoon commanders lived with the troops.

The mansion of this commander is the most luxurious mansion in the city of Little Nanjing, and it is close to the north gate, in case the enemy breaks through the city, the lord who lives here can quickly escape from the city gate and hide in the mountains. Everyone suggested that Guo Xing'a live here at first, but Guo Xing'a was almost paranoid and liked the drum tower, and refused to leave the heavily fortified place even if he died, so everyone had to follow him. Guoxing doesn't live, so naturally the old man Xiande comes to live. Guo Xing'a did not have many official duties assigned to the old man, and it was comfortable to live in the big mansion every day, but as soon as the Qing army released the prisoners, the old man Xiande's enemies also came to the door.

The young man who fought with Xiande was named Yu Wendao, the last of the prisoners to be released, the kind that was brought back by the neighbors. When the Taiping army entered the city, his family, as the richest man and patriarch in the city, was the first to be wiped out. He was a young master who had been dressed and fed since he was a child, and he had to pretend to be illiterate and was put into the card to work as a coolie. It can be regarded as a virtuous ancestor, his family is very popular in the city, and the villagers have been keeping secrets for him in the past two years, covering up omissions, so that he can save his life. He had no relatives, and in the last group a dozen neighbors took him away.

Guo Xing'a had promised to let the people go back to their homes, and Yu Wendao's home was the mansion of the commander who was occupied by Xiande. He has no relatives, and it is only through the testimony of his neighbors that the house is his, and it is useless for him to ask for such a big house by himself now. Xiande also doesn't even have chores at the moment, and he is not afraid that Yu Wendao will eavesdrop on any secrets, and he will see that Wendao is knowledgeable, so he simply lives together. The two have been neighbors for many days and have always been peaceful, but today they fought directly.

In the morning, under the service of two charming Jiangnan women, Xiande ate breakfast and dressed neatly, and then went to his lobby to sit on duty. There is nothing to deal with in the ordinary, and even if there is something, he has to go to the drum tower in Guoxing'a to discuss, and he, the commander of the Taiping Army, is just a quiet place for his old man to drink tea every day. However, Xiande likes to come here to drink tea very much, and feels that the taste of drinking tea after sitting on the public desk is much better than that of other places, and the fragrance of his lips and teeth lasts for a long time. The so-called Zuoling Lord, the second master of the Xiao Riding School, Xiande and their ancestors have not been in the main hall since the beginning of their ancestors, and they have always been partial seats. Although I am having fun by myself this time, I feel comfortable sitting in the main hall!

However, today, when Xiande, who wore a full set of flower feathers, walked in all directions, and walked into the lobby step by step, he found that his coach's lobby had changed. Originally, on the altar where the military flag and arrows were enshrined after the public case, more than a dozen broken spiritual positions were replaced overnight, and unknown liquid was dripping down, and I don't know if it was blood or water. This thing is so unlucky for Xiande, who scored twice last night.

In his heart, he felt that Xiande, who was diaphragm, didn't call the guards, and he stretched his arms and sleeves with his hands, and pulled down these spiritual positions, and threw them all in the ditch when he took them out. But when the old man returned to the lobby again, the altar was placed on the spiritual seat again, and there were more traces of water. pinched his thigh to make sure that he didn't dream Xiande, rushed to the altar and picked up the spiritual seat and left, throwing it out again. But after repeating it several times, Xiande went to throw the spiritual position back, and there was always a bunch of spiritual positions on the altar. Xiande is usually afraid that the soldiers will see it and go to Guoxing A to make a small report, so he drives the people under him far away, and he sits in the house to enjoy himself. So usually there are no people near this lobby, otherwise someone would have come out to give Xiande some advice.

Xiande, who didn't believe that he could still hit ghosts, threw off his court clothes and only wore a close-fitting gown, tightened his belt, and finally ushered in another hero who fought ghosts. The two who had not seen each other for a long time were not angry after meeting, Xiande asked Yu Wendao why he was depressed, and Yu Wendao scolded Xiande for defacing his family's ancestral tablet.

When the guards heard the sound and came in, Xiande was knocked out of his teeth, and Yu Wendao also turned into a black eye. Originally, the soldiers of the Qing army rushed up, and Yu Wendao was the life of a zongzi or a hairy crab, but Xiande lost his temper and had to fight alone with Yu Wendao. The two of you come and go, but it becomes more and more disagreeable, and the soldiers can't persuade Xiande, so they can only go to report to Guoxinga.

After the last time he annihilated the bandits, Xiande performed his horse kung fu, Guo Xing'a knew that Xiande's horse lance made him chic and beautiful, and he thought that Xiande's kung fu was also this elegant and handsome type. I didn't think of a place to take a look and find that the old man Xiande, who was only wearing a close-fitting gown, was actually Mongolian-style wrestling, although it was more practical and ruthless, but it was not close to chic and elegant.

This is not to blame for the problem of Xiande, but a common problem throughout the Eight Banners. The older generation is not as thorough as the squirrel, and there is still some ability to fight on the battlefield, but this ability has to be related to play. Mu Shun's kind of investment in famous teachers to visit high friends and painstaking learning is not recommended, but the combination of work and rest is common. Wrestling is not only a battlefield fighting technique, but also a folk game gambling project, and this is what its uncle plays.

Yu Wendao should not have a background in martial arts, and the basic fighting fists and feet used by the Taiping Army soldiers are similar to the feeling of military body boxing, and the move techniques are not so condensed. It stands to reason that it is not a problem for the skilled wrestling skills to win Yu Wendao, but Yu Wendao is young! Sixty-two vs. twenty-six, Xiande fell a few heels of Yu Wendao, Yu Wendao rolled two laps and stood up, but Xiande was sweating with his nose and sideburns. As the so-called connoisseur knows if there is one as soon as he makes a move, so Yu Wendao was beaten into a panda by Xiande. And the so-called fist is afraid of being less strong, so Xiande's teeth were knocked out by Yu Wendao.

"There is a first come, first come, first come, the master's arrow arrives first, why do you grab the place where the old man's arrow is robbed." Xiande, who had already spoken a little leaky, spoke reasonably.

"Everything should have a first come, first come, my Yu clan's ancestor and ancestor god have been worshiped for hundreds of years, obviously you robbed my family's place." Yu Wendao also gasped and reasoned.

"I don't care if you have been offering for hundreds of years, I didn't have it the day before yesterday when I ordered the arrow! It is the spiritual position that comes first and then the arrow. As soon as Xiande's words fell, more than a dozen soldiers had already grown up to testify, and by the way, they gave Xiande a strong momentum.

"Long hair occupies my home and destroys my ancestral hall, I just invited the god back."

What Yu Wendao said is also true, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom is not allowed to worship idols, and ancestors are also idols, so they are not allowed to worship their ancestors. The first thing the Taiping army that occupied the ancestral hall of the Wendao family was to throw all the ancestral tablets into the ditch. After Yu Wendao went home, he began to look for the tablet, but he has not found it for the past few days. When he was distressed that he couldn't remember the name of Gao Zu and avoided it, he happened to find it in the ditch, and he was busy scrubbing and washing for a long time, so he gave an offering early. As a result, he sent a batch to the lobby without a batch, and sent to the lobby without a batch, and after he packed up and prepared to fight ghosts, he met a warrior in a small coat.

"What's the proof?" Xiande stretched out his hand and said.

"My lord, do you think there is a group of altars in the lobby, what can it be for?" Yu Wendao asked rhetorically.

"Ancestral Hall!" Xiande said disdainfully.

"So what?" Yu Wendao pointed to his family's ancestral hall.

"You have a point, I was wrong! I'll get you there! Xiande and his bachelor bowed their hands, then turned and left.

"Thank you, Master Chengful!" Yu Wendao bowed down towards Xiande's back.

Guo Xing'a, who rushed to deal with the military-civilian dispute, did not say a word from beginning to end, and many people had not yet noticed his arrival, and a brawl with the style of Wei and Jin celebrities had ended. Winning or losing, no one can even say clearly, and who is right and wrong is also the opinion of the seekers. In the end, Xiande had no tea lobby, Yu Wendao knelt down to thank him, and then the two went back to clean up their bruises.

"Both of them understand it! It's clear and clear, but how did they fight? Goxing Allen asked a few witnesses, but unfortunately none of them could explain clearly. After Guo Xing'a was confused for a while, he went back to find his sister Hua to make tea. Just like he and Huang Daping are inexplicably endless, the reasons for many things in the world are absurd.

After a few more days of repairs, Goxinga began to organize the seizures and prepare to retreat. Although the city of Little Nanjing is strong and abundant, it is far away from the camp in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is really not suitable to be the station of Guoxing'a. Guo Xing'a, who is accustomed to seeing high-rise buildings, will certainly not be obsessed with a city gate building, and the small deserted village full of tunnels is his warm home.

Although the seizures of Little Nanjing were abundant, they were not very useful, and there was a lot of gold and silver, but more than half of them were replaced with *. Most of the weapons and equipment are swords, guns, swords, halberds, and Guoxinga's troops are not needed, and Guoxinga, who is rich in money, is too lazy to pull them back to make iron. Grain, grass and other sundries are naturally loaded and moved, but some large firearms are a little difficult.

Bi Yuntao used several mountain-splitting cannons when he was demolishing, but he suddenly used his feelings and simply incorporated them into the battle sequence of a company. After his proposal to eat the mixed infantry artillery of the artillery platoon was vetoed by Guo Xing'a, this guy is now grinding Guo Xing'a every day, wanting to take some small cannons such as mountain splitting guns for himself.

If Bi Yuntao's idea of matching small cannons for replenishment is still a trivial matter, then the eight big guys on the cannon position at the head of the city are a big deal. When Guo Xing'a occupied Little Nanjing, he looked at these eight big guys, but the old smoothbore cannon didn't attract Guo Xing's attention, and it wasn't until he left that Xiande, who coordinated the handling, discovered the difference between these eight big guys.

The cannon must be old, and the design is very bulky, in short, as a gun, it is basically a shortcoming, but these eight cannons are brass. Tens of thousands of catties of brass, Xiande's eyes are almost full of Brother Kong Fang. Guo Xing'a was also excited, he didn't build his own cannon, mainly because the materials were not good, he couldn't make qualified steel or cast iron, and he couldn't do precision machining. But with brass it is different, the technical difficulty of the Napoleonic cannon is not very high, and there are templates in their own hands. 10,000 catties of brass, a dozen six-pounder cannons, and a few twelve-pounder cannons.

"My lord, Huang Daping is back!" When Guo Xing'a snapped his fingers, Mu Shun walked to Guo Xing'a's side and said to him.

"Oh! Let him come over! "Goxinga thought it was a soldier who had been sent out.

"Who did you just say?" Guo Xing'a found that the meaning of Huang Daping's three words to him was a bit special.

"My lord, Huang Daping's department of about 5,000 people, equipped with a large number of firearms, has driven from the south, less than fifty miles away from the city, and it is expected to reach the city at dusk today. We immediately left the bulky supplies behind, and it was too late to leave. Mu Shun said like a lame storyteller, as if reading a text.