The city of Ningbo changed hands overnight.

When the morning sun rose, the Ming army could already march into the city amid the cheers of the common people.

Yang Feng, who was riding the big white horse, was still wearing his red robe and silver armor like ordinary soldiers, except for the five gold stars on the collar of his military uniform, which represented the rank of marshal, and waved to the people on both sides as he walked. And behind him, there was a battalion of cuirassiers, with sabers in their hands, the back of the sword on their shoulders, controlling the speed of the war horses and marching in formation, the absolute armor shining brightly in the morning light. Behind these cavalry were three battalions of infantry, one by one with neat steps, rifles with bayonets on their shoulders, accompanied by the sound of war drums to show the great military might of the Ming Dynasty, behind each infantry battalion, there was also a group of artillery dragging light field guns, four cannons, behind the cannons was a carriage loaded with ammunition, and the black hole and the muzzle of the cannon were murderous.

And at the rear, there was a field artillery battalion with eighteen nine-pound guns.

This procession, column after column, saw the cheers of the people in the city.

While walking, several soldiers dragged a middle-aged Qing army official to Yang Feng's horse, and then knelt on the ground according to him.

"Who is this?"

Yang Feng sat on the war horse and asked the non-commissioned officer with a dignified and condescending attitude.

"Qiyu Dashuai, he claims to be Prince Gong of the Tartars."

Sun Sheng knelt down on one knee and said.

"Oh, does anyone recognize him?"

Yang Feng pointed at Chang Ning with a horsewhip and asked the people on both sides.

"Qiyu Dashuai, you can't be wrong, there is only one one in the city of Tuanlong Buzi, it must be Chang Ning, Prince Gong of the Tartars, the fifth son of Shunzhi, and the minister of the Emperor of the Tartars this time."

A person next to him hurriedly came out and knelt down to answer, he had just cut the back of his head with braids, and his loose hair looked quite like the early years of the country.

"Since it's the evil seed of the traitor in Fulin, let's kill it, go and find that Uncle Lin, Ben Shuai promised him before, this time the top general of the Tartars caught in the city will be executed by him, I think this guy is, since this is the case, he will kill this Changning!"

Yang Feng turned his head and said to Gao Huai beside him.

The people on both sides were boiling all of a sudden, this is the prince, Kangxi's younger brother, who is actually going to be killed on the street?

Immediately afterwards, Gao Huai found Uncle Lin, who knelt down in front of Yang Feng's horse excitedly, Yang Feng pointed at Chang Ning with a horsewhip and said to him: "Uncle Lin, this commander promised you that the supreme general of the Tartars you captured this time would be executed by you, and now this is Chang Ning, Prince Gong of the Tartars, how are you going to be executed?" With a knife or with a gun? Or what else do you want to use? ”

"Qi Qi Dashuai, the old man's father was dragged to death by the Tartar bolt behind the horse, and the old man only asked the old man to borrow a war horse temporarily."

Uncle Lin kowtowed and said.

"Yes, I'll lend you my horse!"

Yang Feng dismounted as he spoke, handed him the reins of his big white horse, and said.

Although all thoughts have long been lost, as soon as he heard that he was going to be dragged to death by tying up the back door of the horse, Chang Ning still struggled in horror, Sun Sheng beside him, unceremoniously picked up the butt of the gun, and slapped the butt of the gun on the ground like a dead dog, and another soldier tied his hands with a rope, and the other end of the rope was tied to the big white horse, and the soldier in front helped Uncle Lin to get on the horse, and then patted the horse piso, and the big white horse immediately ran forward.

"Taizu Taizong, open your eyes!"

Poor Chang Ning looked up to the sky with sorrow and roared, and then he was dragged behind the horse, rubbing his back against the rough stone road, and the speed gradually began to increase, and it didn't take long for a clear blood stain to appear on the stone road, and his shout turned into a scream, and the eyes of the people watching the excitement on both sides widened to see how this prince was dragged to death like a wild dog.

"It's also called wild boar skin, if the wild boar skin comes, Lao Tzu will just cut him."

Yang Feng said disdainfully.

In the screams of Chang Ning's gradual weakening, he was talking to the people on both sides, and walked to the Ningbo Mansion, at this time the Ningbo Governor Gan Guobi had already hanged himself in the back office, he was the son of Gan Wenkun, the governor of Yunnan and Guizhou who committed suicide when Wu Sangui raised the army, and his grandfather Gan Guokui also followed the Qing army into the customs back then, so he naturally knew that he had no good fruit to eat in the hands of the Ming army, so it was better to understand it himself!

It's not just him, Ning Shaotai Dao Duan Zhixi, Fu Xuezheng, Yinxian County Commander and other messy dozen officials who didn't run out of the city all hanged themselves, or wiped their necks, or committed suicide by throwing themselves into a well, and even a few families went to Huangquan together, which fully demonstrated the arrogance of a loyal minister of our Qing Dynasty, and he would rather die than resolutely refuse to be in the same stream with the Yang Demon people.

"Dashuai, what about these people?"

Gao Huai pointed to the old and weak women and children who were tied up and said, these are Gan Guobi's family, although Gan Zhifu hanged himself, his family members must not all follow him.

"The male family members were sent to the coal mine as slaves, the female officials were sold as prostitutes, all the family property was confiscated, and the subordinates, regardless of gender, were removed from their lowly status, and they went wherever they liked."

Yang Feng glanced at it casually and said.

"In the future, if there are officials who are martyred for the Tartars, regardless of the family members of the Qi Han, they will be handled accordingly."

Then he added.

In fact, it is normal for these people to choose to commit suicide, after all, he is now at most a small Haikou, and it is far from letting the scholars and doctors see the possibility of changing the dynasty, if he crosses the Yangtze River one day, it is estimated that these guys should kneel in front of them. Besides, he has been an official in a different place all these years, and once he surrenders, the family will be beheaded by the whole family, but even if there are extenuating circumstances, he is not ready to let go of these guys, this is the best excuse to clean the old world, otherwise he will have to find another reason to destroy the old scholar class.

In the midst of a cry of pleading, the family members of Gan Zhifu were dragged down, the men were loaded onto the boat and escorted to Keelung as coolies, and the women were sold to the Ji Courtyard for 10,000 people to ride.

Immediately after that, the families of other officials who committed suicide in the city were also disposed of in the same way, and their servants and maids were released to go wherever they liked, and not only that, but each of them was allowed to carry some personal belongings, and all the property of these people was confiscated and became the official property of the Great Marshal's Mansion.

Not only these people, but all the bannermen in the city are also dealt with.

There is also the Kang Mazi Royal, and all kinds of assets owned by the original yamen, including land, houses, and shops, have all become the official property of the Marshal's Mansion.

However, the ordinary Han people did not commit any crimes, and even Yang Feng took out grain and silver taels from the treasury of the Ningbo government to compensate the common people for their losses in the war, and rewarded those righteous people who participated in the war against the Qing army. Anyway, he has caught countless grains this time, this is the most important logistics base of the Qing army, the mountain of grain even if the Ming army can not eat it for ten years, the Qing army was originally prepared according to the 100,000 army to eat for a year, and now these grains are left in the warehouse is also moldy goods sooner or later, just to be sent to the people.

This time it was full of cheers in Ningbo City.

"Marshal, what about the surrendered Qing army?"

Gao Huai said.

"How many surrendered?"

Yang Feng sat on the tiger skin throne in Changning, took a sip of tea and said.

"Thirty thousand."

"Thirty thousand?!"

Yang Feng took a sip of tea and sprayed it out directly.

In other words, all his current troops add up to less than 30,000, and he actually captured 30,000 just by surrendering troops, which is too speechless.

"In total, including Zhenhai City, in this battle, we killed 35,000 Qing troops and captured 30,000, in fact, less than 20,000 of the 100,000 Qing troops fled, and some simply ran away and didn't know where to go, captured and executed a prince, a garrison general of the first grade, a commander of the second grade, two commanders, three deputy commanders, four general soldiers, more than 50 other generals above the division level, captured more than 600 cannons of various calibers, more than 20,000 arquebuses, countless other swords, bows and spears, and more than 4,000 war horses."

Gao Huai simply reported the full set directly to him.

Obviously, the Ming army had a great harvest this time, especially the more than 4,000 war horses were particularly valuable, so that they could expand the cavalry battalion into a cavalry brigade.

"30,000 captives!"

Yang Feng groaned.

It is said that the best way to deal with these captives is to be coolies, but the problem is that 30,000 is too much, he has a total of that little force, just looking at the prisoners is too busy, and it is not good to send them to Keelung, Lao Chen can't look at so many prisoners, in addition, the vast majority of these prisoners are from other places, and now they are just desperate and afraid to surrender, and they will definitely run away after a long time, which can be said to be a burden.

But it certainly won't work if you kill it.

After all, these are Han Chinese green camps.

"It's gone, it's all gone!"

Yang Feng said suddenly.

"Put? Marshal, they will definitely be incorporated into the army by the Tartars when they go back, these people have the experience of fighting us, and they must be better than those who don't understand anything, which will cause us trouble. ”

Gao Huai said stunned.

"No, not only will it be released, but each person will also be issued a dragon coin for the passage fee, and tell them that Ben Shuai raised troops just to kill the Tartars, and they were forced by the Tartars to fight with the Tartars.

Yang Feng said.

"Commander, it's useless, they won't appreciate your kindness, they will still fight with us next time."

Gao Huai said.

"Yes, and then next time they will surrender, and they will surrender with more people, because they know that surrender is not a big deal, and even they will make surrender a habit, as long as there is a fight, do you like to fight against a group of enemies who do not surrender because they don't know anything about us, or do you like a group of enemies who are ready to surrender without fighting?"

Yang Feng said.