In the deep darkness of the night, a bloody cool breeze blew through the city walls and through the continuous camps outside the city. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoAlthough it's only late autumn, there's an indescribable coldness in all directions.

The Qing army has besieged Nanchang for almost three months, during which the offensive and defensive sides have fought dozens of battles, and the blood left behind has already changed the color of the earth, and the city wall has long been blackened by gunsmoke.

However, the Qing army, which was in absolute advantage, has not yet taken this seemingly desperate city, especially after the news of the destruction of Ji'an last month, the resistance of the defenders in the city has never been more resolute.

"Damn the Southern Barbarians! Horizontal and vertical is a death, more than this strength has a bird use! On the way back from the checkout, Niu Lu Zhangjing, Ning Erjia Saishanbin on the left flank of the Han army with white flags, once again scolded at the blurred outline of Nanchang City in the distance.

As a banner man born in Baoyi, the lucky one among thousands of cannon fodder, Sai Shangbin's life luck was still very good, in just ten years, he rose from an ordinary farming cloth to the Han Army Lazhangjing with a white flag, and was able to carry the flag of Manchuria, and was given the surname Ning Erjia. There may be a factor of his distant uncle Ning Ning finishing me here, but it is more dependent on his own struggle.

But since last year, Sai Shangbin's personal luck seems to be on a downward slope. First of all, in the Battle of Changsha last year, he was wiped out in an outpost battle, and he was demoted and retained. This year, I finally seized this opportunity to go south to make contributions, but the army was slow to make progress under this Nanchang city.

The reason for this is that everything is related to Nahu Guangzhen. If it weren't for this hard-hearted soldier and horse who wanted to fight against the Qing Dynasty, where would there be so many unlucky things? Thinking of this, Sai Shangbin was even more angry, and greeted the eighteenth generation of the ancestor of the boss surnamed Pang in Huguang Town one by one in his heart.

"Master, are you back?" As soon as Saishanbin returned to the door of his tent, Goshha Chen Fugui greeted him with courtesy, took Saishanbin's weapons and helmet, and welcomed him into the tent.

Chen Fugui was originally the coat of Saishanbin's family, and he only carried the flag two years ago, and after raising the flag, he has been acting as Goshha by Saishanbin's side. The old master and the old slave are all too familiar.

"Master, it's not that the slave dares to say you, sometimes you don't have to be too wronged by yourself, there is no need to take everything on yourself, you have to take care of your body, after all, you are not alone in the battle of the Qing Kingdom." Chen Fugui called for foot-washing water to wash Sai Shangbin's feet, and when he saw that his master was frowning, he persuaded with a smile on his face.

"You fucking know a piece of shit!" Sai Shangbin narrowed his eyes and cursed.

"Yes, yes, the minion is talkative! Minions are talkative! Chen Fugui quickly slapped himself a few times.

Sai Shangbin closed his eyes again and enjoyed it for a while, then opened his eyelids a slit, and said coldly: "Fugui, this place is not far from your house, right?"

Chen Fugui was a little inexplicable when asked, but he still replied honestly with a smile: "Don't dare to worry about the master, the slave's hometown is in Yuanfu, the political envoy of Guizhou, and it is still far from here."

Chen Fugui's life experience is also a bit bumpy. Chongzhen three years, only fifteen years old, he was still a young man in a certain business in Zhenyuan Mansion, and when he was selling goods in Sichuan, he was arrested by the white pole soldiers who went north to help Liaodong. After thousands of miles and deaths came to Liaodong, he finally found a chance to escape. Who knew that he got out of the tiger's mouth and entered the wolf's den, and was soon arrested by Zhang Chunbu of the Ming army. Later, Zhang Chunbu, who rushed to the aid of the Daling River, was wiped out in the Battle of Changshan, and Chen Fugui also became a prisoner of the Later Jin Army and was used as a coat.

Unlike Sai Shangbin, who was also born in Baoyi, Chen Fugui was timid by nature, so he didn't have so many opportunities to make contributions. And Sai Shangbin, who became a coat at about the same time as him, had long since raised the flag of Manchuria and became his master.

"You haven't been home for more than ten years, you must be homesick, right?" Sezanbin squinted his eyes and said as if casually.

Chen Fugui was stunned for a moment, and then a spirit hurriedly took his hand out of the footbath, fell to the ground and kowtowed a few times: "Master...... The master is clear, and the slave never dares to complain to the master and the Qing Dynasty. The minions were forced to leave their homes, which was the work of the god-damned white-pole soldiers. The minions can't go home, it's because of the damned puppet Ming remnants who fought against the Qing Dynasty to dominate the world. Slaves want to resent and resent these bastard bastards. I think at the beginning, if it wasn't for the Dajin Wang Shi who rescued the slave from the clutches of the Ming army, how would the slave have survived until now......"

In the end, Chen Fugui almost burst into tears. He couldn't help but do this, because he knew that although the bastard in front of him was a fake man who was carrying the flag, he was not afraid to be ruthless. Of the five coats who came with him at the beginning, he was the only one who survived. And the reason why he has survived until now is because of this cautious attitude.

"Alright, alright! I'm just asking, you dog minion, you really belong to the rabbit, get up and talk well! Sai Shangbin may indeed just say it so casually, and he didn't specifically target anything, seeing Chen Fugui's reaction so fierce, he couldn't help frowning.

"Yes, yes, thank you!" Chen Fugui got up, squatted down at Sai Shangbin's feet again, and replied carefully, "As for homesickness, how can you not want to, when the slave left home, my father and mother also told the slave to go back early." After so many years, I don't know if his second elder is still there. ”

"I haven't been home for more than ten years, and it's reasonable to be homesick." Sai Shangbin closed his eyes, feeling the hot water temperature in the footbath, as if he was saying to Chen Fugui, and as if he was talking to himself, "If it weren't for the chaos in Huguang Town, which was killed that day, and ruled the world early in the morning, you would have been able to go home a long time ago." ”

At this moment, Chen Fugui could already see that the bastard in front of him should not have deliberately set a trap in his words to test himself, but was really upset and wanted to find someone to talk to. Although he was timid, his brain was not lost, and he soon guessed what was bothering Saishanbin. And with his many years of experience in serving this bastard, he also knows that if he doesn't pick up this bastard at this time, the stubble will lead to a cold scene, and he will definitely eat melons later.

In desperation, Chen Fugui had no choice but to smile cautiously: "Master, is he worried about the fact that Huguang Town is about to go north?"

"The Huguang Town, disobeying the king, against the Qing Dynasty to dominate the world, how can it not be annoying?" After Sai Shangbin finished speaking, he looked at Chen Fugui again, "What, is there still a way for you dog slave not to be annoying?" ”

"The slave secretly thinks that the master does not need to worry too much about this."

"Huh? How so? ”

"Does the master still remember the battle of Changshan in the fifth year of Tiancong?"

Seishanbin widened his slightly closed eyes, then closed them again, falling into memory. Of course, he remembered that battle, which was not only an important turning point in the situation in Liaodong at that time, but also the first battle against the Ming army in which he participated. It was after that battle that he was able to raise the flag and get rid of his identity after performing well, which can be described as an important turning point in his life.

"At that time, Zu Dashou was besieged by my Dajin in Dalinghe City, and the 40,000 Ming reinforcements led by Zhang Chun crossed the Xiaoling River and went straight to Dalinghe City, and encountered my Dajin soldiers and horses in Changshan, fifteen miles away from Dalinghe City." Also as a witness of that battle, Chen Fugui was also deeply impressed, "Zhang Chun, the superintendent of the Ming Dynasty's reinforcements, is also a powerful character, and he once made my Dajin soldiers and horses suffer a lot in the battle of Yongping and the Four Cities, and its headquarters soldiers and horses were also trained by the people who had a deep blood feud with Dajin, with high morale, and a large number of firearms and chariots, which seemed to be violent, but in the end, they were defeated by my Dajin soldiers and horses?" ”

Saishanbin was suddenly a little distracted. It's been seventeen years, and when I hear Chen Fugui say this today, the scenes of the battle back then are constantly changing in his mind like a marquee.

The smoke of gunpowder is filled, and the earth shakes the mountains; Bleeding and drifting, mountains and rivers change color. This is the most intuitive impression left in Saishanbin's mind, and it has not faded for half a minute.

At that time, he, like other coats inlaid with white flags, pushed the shield cart and kept approaching the Ming army's vehicle formation to provide cover for the follow-up armor soldiers. Dense lead shot out from the Ming army's vehicle array, dragging a scream over his head. There was a lot of smoke in front of him, and he couldn't see anything clearly, but he could clearly see that the other coaters around him kept falling, and the bloody stumps and scraps flowed all the way in the smoke. The terrible screams of his companions around him, and the shouts and shouts of the masters of the Manchurian armor soldiers in the rear, shocked him to scatter. I don't know how many times, he even felt that he had touched death, and even had a premonition of the moment when his army formation collapsed and the Ming army rushed out of the car formation to cut off his head.

But in the end, none of this happened, and after the fierce battle, the situation on the battlefield reversed. The front car formation was finally broken through, and the moment the Ming army collapsed on the whole front, Sai Shangbin found that his back and crotch were all wet, and he cried on the spot after experiencing the two days of life and death.

"How similar is the current situation to the original battle of the Daling River?" Chen Fugui's words pulled Sai Shangbin back from his memories, "That Jin Shenghuan is like the ancestor of the year, and the Pang thief is like Zhang Chun of the year." Maybe Pang Thief is a little stronger than Zhang Chun, but my Qing Dynasty's current national strength and military strength are far from being comparable to Dajin back then. How Dajin defeated Zhang Chun in the Battle of Changshan at the beginning, how can our army defeat Pang Thief now. So, master, relax your heart. ”

Sai Shangbin was silent for a while, and his face finally improved: "You dog slave, your knowledge is not bad, if you are not too bold, you will not raise the flag until the first two years."

Chen Fugui nodded and said with a smile: "You can eat as much as you can eat as big a bowl, and the slave knows that he has two catties, and he doesn't dare to hope for any future." Being able to serve the master is a blessing for a slave. ”