The Qing generals who supervised the battle under the city were shocked and angry, and hurriedly commanded two hundred people to surround the remaining 20 or so Ming troops, the shield array was up, the spears came out, and in the encirclement of the regiments, the Ming soldiers were difficult to defend, and were overturned to the ground by the Qing army with spears one after another, their arms and legs were broken, and they sat on the ground covered in blood, and scolded endlessly, until they were divided into corpses by random knives, looking at the city tower, shouting 'the ministers do not disgrace their mission' and died. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing the tragic death of thirty warriors under the city, none of them returned to the city, Zhu Youlang regretted and angry, and couldn't help but want to split, he raised his long sword and pointed to the sky and swore to the sky: "I will sacrifice my warrior's soul with ten times the blood of the Tartars!" Kill! ”

10,000 people responded: "Kill!" Kill! Kill! ……”

On the tower of the city, the Ming soldiers felt the same way, the crowd was passionate, the murderous spirit was revealed, and the clouds were suppressed, and the Qing army was terrified!

For five days, Li Chengdong exhausted all kinds of siege tactics, all of which were cracked by the Ming army one by one.

On the evening of the thirteenth day of February, after a day of bloody fighting, the corpses of the city were piled up, and the blood flowed like a gurgling stream, and even the walls of the city walls were stained red with blood.

When the sun set and night was about to come, the Qing army finally had no strength to fight again, and slowly retreated with a tired body to the sound of golden drums.

After a tough battle, although the Qing army suffered heavy casualties, the Ming army, which had won a hard battle, was also uncomfortable, and they were all powerless to lean on the battlements of the city wall and gasp for breath, and they even had no strength to celebrate the victory.

Upstairs in Nancheng, Zhu Youlang's originally handsome face had been blackened by gunsmoke at this time, his lips were chapped, he leaned against the wall, looking at the retreating Qing army, his face showed a hint of relief.

At this time, the old and strong Zhai Shiyun came with Jiao Lian and his personal guards, and said excitedly: "Your Majesty, the captives of the West Gate and the East Gate have also retreated, and we have won another battle!" ”

"Good! Good! Zhu Youlang's face sank like water, and he tried to restrain his excitement, and said: "The captival Li Chengdong, the general on the battlefield, is extremely cunning, has repeatedly failed in attacking the city, and will never give up. ”

"The old minister obeys." After Zhai Shiyun bowed, he summoned the generals, stepped up the defense, and issued a military order.

Zhu Youlang straightened his blood-stained clothes, and walked along the city with a solemn expression to comfort the Ming soldiers after the bloody battle. Those who were wounded were treated as much as they could, and the bodies of those who died in battle were buried in coffins.

Seeing the Son of Heaven coming to condole, the sergeants were greatly encouraged, regardless of the injuries on their bodies, they wanted to bow and pay respects, but they were stopped by Zhu Youlang in time, and it was dark after the inspection.

The night has always been the best cover for all conspiracies, in a small deserted and dilapidated temple in Wuzhou City. There are two people quietly conspiring.

"Zhao Shenrong, the big marshal asked you when you can take the army into the city? After more than ten days of hard fighting, the sergeant suffered heavy casualties, and his old man did not want to consume his troops fearlessly. A middle-aged man dressed as a homeless man in a turban, shabby linen and gray clothes, dressed as a homeless person, asked quietly.

"We want to too! It's just the emperor, phew! The puppet emperor refused to reuse the military academy that had returned from Zhaoqing! When we were in Lindu, Zhaoqing, we were also a general of the Beijing battalion, but now we can only be a guerrilla in the patrol battalion, so who is the patrol battalion? Rebels! Therefore, the guard of the city gate and the city defense at night The pseudo-Ming emperor has not used them to patrol the night, because he is afraid of rebelling and opening the city to surrender to the enemy. ”

The officer surnamed Zhao poured out the bitter water, and only then did he get to the point: "But now the war is tight, because of the many strong attacks of the marshal, the sergeants of the tiger camp in the city have suffered many casualties, and there is a shortage of manpower, and the puppet emperor has no choice but to transfer some soldiers from the patrol battalion to assist the soldiers of the tiger battalion to guard the city defense, and we are also lucky to mix up the dispatch of a deputy city guard in Nancheng, but I have just taken office, and I am not very familiar with the situation in Nancheng." Please General Liu must ask the marshal to wait for another day or two, and when we are familiar with the situation in Nancheng, we will use the agreed joint code to open the city and lead the army into the city. ”

"Okay, Zhao Shenrong has a heart, the handsome really didn't misunderstand you, and the great handsome was also disappointed by his foresight, he didn't directly accept the acceptance of Shenrong, but sent Shenrong to do internal response, it seems that this move is the right move!

The marshal said that as long as the matter is successful, it is necessary to let Shen Rong be a commander-in-chief and control the first army. Glory and wealth, high-ranking officials and lords, all in the thought of Shenrong! ”

The officer surnamed Zhao rubbed his hands when he heard this, and smiled: "Please rest assured, the last general will definitely do his best to promote great things!" ”

"The little one is waiting for Shen Rong Jieyin, and when Shen Rong will be rich in the future, don't forget to bring the little one!"

"Well said, well said."

While the two were complimenting, a slight noise suddenly sounded in a corner of the temple. It can be heard quite clearly in the empty temple.

"What sound?" The middle-aged man dressed as a homeless man asked vigilantly.

The officer surnamed Zhao was already a little weak-hearted, and he almost broke out in a cold sweat when he heard the sound. After waiting for a long time, I didn't hear any other sound except for the sound, and then I gradually calmed down: "This is a deserted place, how can anyone live, maybe it is a rat passing by, General Liu doesn't have to be too nervous." ”

"I hope, but it's better to be careful, this matter is very important, and Zhao Shenrong must not be careless."

"Understood, understood."

After the secret discussion, the two went their separate ways, and after leaving the ruined temple, an old monk wearing shabby monk clothes and walking on crutches suddenly came out of the corner of the temple.

The old monk patted his bald head, and secretly said that it was dangerous, and he overheard some of the words of the two people, and when he learned that one of them was going to open the city to lead the Qing army into the city, he was suddenly frightened, his legs and stomach twitched, and he accidentally touched the wooden stake, making a slight noise, fortunately, the black light was blind, and the two of them could not be searched, and he was well hidden, and he escaped by luck.

After confirming that the two had left the ruined temple, the old monk carefully got out of the corner covered with messy straw, and let out a sigh of relief, and accidentally got such an important piece of information, and he decided to tell the defense envoy Zhai Shiyun in person, in order to repay the government for its help these days.

As early as more than 10 days ago, Zhu Youlang ordered that the displaced people who had fled from Guangdong to Wuzhou should be properly resettled, that the young and strong should build city defenses, that work should be used for relief, and that the elderly, weak, women, and children should receive free food. More than a dozen porridge sheds have been specially built around the palace, the soup kitchen every day from morning to night, the hot and steaming millet porridge, the chopsticks do not fall, each person is limited to one bowl per day, just this bowl, but it can make people's stomachs warm for half a day, and there is no longer the worry of freezing to death.

The homeless people drank hot rice porridge, and for the first time in their hearts, they had a sense of identity with the court and the Ming Dynasty, and they were proud that they did not accept the shaving of their hair and surrender to the Tartars, and they were more grateful for the kindness of the Son of Heaven and the defense envoy Mr. Zhai, because in Zhaoqing, Mr. Zhai spared no effort to help them, so that they felt that they were not abandoned by the Ming Dynasty, and their persistence was very meaningful.