"Enter!"

Lan Li shouted loudly with a wave of his sword.

On the shore in front of him, hundreds of small sampans were densely packed and immediately sailed from the shore, driven by the Qing sailors who were paddling and rushed downstream.

And in front of them, on the river near Sanjiang Yingkou, a huge warship is sailing up, the red flag on the top of the mast and the sun and moon on the flag are clearly visible, the flames sprayed by the cannon on the left side of the battleship continue to flash, the sailor battalion of the Qing army Sanjiang Yingkou has been shrouded in the fire and smoke of the explosion, even if there are still several miles away, Lan Li can feel the terrifying firepower.

"My lord, Song Futai said that if you dare to abandon Yangzhou, he will play for you."

A cronie beside him whispered.

"Tell him, is Yangzhou or Jiangning important, is the prince's safety important or those salt merchants are important?"

Lan Li said with a sneer.

After he arrived in Jiangning, Yinren read out the holy decree, taking him as the new commander of the Yangtze River Naval Division, there was actually no real Yangtze River Naval Division before, but the Jiangnan Admiral and Territorial Water Division, but in order to deal with Yang Feng, Kang Mazi officially assigned all the green camp naval divisions along the Yangtze River to his commander, after all, at this time, the naval generals who could fight in Kang Mazi's hands were also returned to him, but he didn't expect the new official to take office with three fires, and the main warships of the Yangtze River Naval Division were almost completely wiped out, leaving him with only a pile of garbage that could not stop Yang Feng's cannonballs.

Faced with such a situation, he had to make a humiliating choice.

Give up below Jingkou, concentrate all his forces to block Yang Feng in Jingkou, and hold Nanjing behind him, but in this way he is equivalent to abandoning Yangzhou, whether Yang Feng attacks Yangzhou from Sanjiang Yingkou to the north, or simply lands to attack Yangzhou from the land, the Yangtze River sailors can only sit idly by, and the work can only be taken care of by the defenders on land, anyway, the most important thing for him is not to let Yang Feng cross Jingkou to Nanjing to frighten the prince, as for the salt merchants in Yangzhou to be frightened or not, it is none of his business.

"I hope these fireships will be of some use."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh, Wu Ying, Li Hua, Shi Shibiu, how many former comrades-in-arms went like this, but how could this demon become stronger and stronger?

Especially Wu Ying, I think it was also a bloody battle in Penghu back then, but unfortunately this time there was not even a corpse left, and it was precisely because of the successive deaths of these people that he was so careful with Yang Feng, he was not those dim-witted princes and ministers, on the contrary, he fought with a knife and a gun to get to this position, he thought that he was not much stronger than Wu Ying, and even Wu Ying hated the sea in the end with the elite of Fujian sailors, so he couldn't do better, since this is the case, it's better to play conservative!

Just as he sighed, all the small sampans on the river had been on fire, and the heroic Qing soldiers were still driving the fire ships towards the invaders, and he could even see how the Ming fleet in the distance had become panicked, and this scene made him can't help but have a trace of anticipation.

Soon, the fireboats that came down the river entered the northern part of the river.

But at this moment, as if a volcanic eruption, countless shells were fired from the Ming warships, and soon the fireships were shattered to pieces by the roaring shells, while the remaining fireships continued to advance under artillery fire. Immediately afterwards, a large number of Ming infantry appeared on the deck, rifles in their hands fired dense bullets, and the Qing troops driving the fireboats continued to fall under the bullets, and the fireboats that lost control continued to swim downstream in various postures under the impetus of the current, or collided with each other, and then were destroyed by shells.

But there was hope, because there were still fireships rushing towards the Ming army.

"Hurry, hurry!"

Admiral Lan, who was staring at this scene with a clairvoyant mirror in his hand, shouted silently in his heart.

Soon his body shook slightly, because a fireship rushed to a Ming warship, only a dozen steps away, as if he had seen the battleship turn into flames in the next moment. But at this moment, a Ming soldier casually threw something into the ship, and then the boat shook violently, and the flames on the ship suddenly turned into countless scattered sparks and fell into the surging river, and then the broken boat crashed harmlessly into the battleship, and was washed by the river and continued to drift downstream.

"Take it off and wipe it!"

Admiral Lan put away the clairvoyant mirror with an expressionless face and handed it to the soldiers beside him.

And at this time, on the battleship opposite him, Yang Feng was also making a very crazy decision, and even Gao Huai beside him felt a little crazy.

"Dashuai, do you want to think about it again?"

He said in a somewhat difficult tone.

"Why are you scared?"

Yang Feng's face sank and said.

"No, Dashuai, as long as you say a word, don't talk about fighting Yangzhou, even if you go to Tang and fight your subordinates, you won't have a word."

Gao Huai hurriedly expressed his loyalty.

Well, Yang Dashuai wants to land and attack Yangzhou, of course, not to capture Yangzhou, he brought a battalion, landing and attacking Yangzhou is already crazy, if you still want to capture Yangzhou, then it is not crazy can be described, his requirements are very simple......

"As long as you hit Yangzhou, the commander will personally lead the army to Yangzhou to pay homage to the Shige Department and the dead soldiers and civilians."

Yang Feng said.

Since this is the case, others don't dare to say anything, and then Yang Feng was transferred to a medium-sized battleship, and the first battalion of the army, including the artillery team, was also transferred to various small and medium-sized warships by small boats, anyway, it was just one battalion, because it was a training nature, many logistics personnel did not bring it, and there were less than 1,000 people in total, and sixteen small and medium-sized warships were enough. In fact, Yang Feng's so-called small and medium-sized warships are also large when they are placed in the Qing Army's naval division, because Yang Feng's minimum standard is a displacement of 100 tons, and now Lan Li can't even find a warship with a displacement of more than 100 tons.

Just as he was changing ships, Lan Li, who was waiting for him in the distance, had quickly understood this guy's intentions, and then sent someone to inform the defenders on the Yangzhou side, so that they could prepare to meet the Ming army.

Of course, it's none of his business what happens over there in the end, anyway, he has a principle now, hold the Jingkou River and don't let Yang Feng pass, this section of the river is full of shoals, and there are urgently deployed cannons on the riverside, with the help of geographical advantages, he still has the strength to fight with Yang Feng, but after leaving the Jingkou section and passing the Sanjiang camp, the downstream is all open river, not to mention the small broken ships in his hands now, Yang Feng's warships can go sideways even if they collide.

Just when Lan Li silently blessed the Yangzhou defenders, Yang Feng and the first battalion of infantry had all been transferred to the cruiser, and his cruiser fleet was his small and medium-sized warships.

These warships carried their commanders and a battalion of infantry north into the Huai River, and went straight upriver to Yangzhou.

The battle fleet is still in the Sanjiang camp, the water depth of the Huai River is not enough, and it is difficult for these large ships with a displacement of hundreds or thousands of tons to maneuver in, they only need to continue to ensure the control of the Yangtze River waterway, and guard the retreat route for the cruiser, and this battle does not need their level, the cruiser fleet alone is enough to crush the Qing army.

It was only a few dozen miles from Sanjiangying to Yangzhou, and the fleet with a tailwind soon reached the periphery of Yangzhou.

"Marshal, there are Tartars on the shore!"

Gao Huai said holding up the binoculars.

In fact, you can see without binoculars that a total of more than 1,000 Qing army green battalions are guarding the west bank, and more than a dozen cannons have been set up to wait for the Ming fleet, and they are immediately busy when they appear, at this time there are not many defenders in Yangzhou, and the main force of the Qing army is in Jiangning, which is also the reason why Lan Li heard that Yang Feng entered the Yangtze River and immediately asked Yinren to go to Jiangning.

Yang Feng waved his hand indifferently.

A total of sixteen Ming warships with at least eight side guns adjusted their hulls, and then showed their side guns, a total of nearly 100 cannons instantly roared, but the poor Qing army on the shore had not fired a single cannon, so it was suddenly drowned by the fire of the explosion of the flowering bombs, and less than five minutes later, the Ming army, which had poured a total of almost 1,000 flowering shells on the shore, could land humming a song.

Yang Dashuai was the first to set foot on the land of Yangzhou, and then he put on a white horse, this horse is said to have been purchased at a high price by Shi Shibiu, after he seized Zhoushan, even the general military palace of the people laughed at it, of course, this horse also laughed.

Yang Dashuai, who was in red robes, white horses, silver armor, and silver armor, stretched out his hand to the side lightly and said, "Bring this handsome's weapon!" ”

The three soldiers of the Ming army walked to him with a Qinglong Yanyue knife on their shoulders, this is Yang Dashuai's weapon, the common people are good at this in these years, if he carries a Gatling full of bullets and appears in front of those people, it is difficult to form a visual impact, after all, those people don't know each other. But the people of the Qinglong Glaive Knife know that this is only used by Grandpa Martial Saint Guan, and Yang Dashuai carries the Qinglong Glaive Knife, which is at the same level as the Martial Saint, and it is easy to interpret it into a myth by word of mouth in the future, to put it bluntly, Yang Feng's most important job now is to put on a show.

Under the admiring gaze of his soldiers, Yang Feng easily took the Qinglong Glaive Knife, and then he sat down on the horse and snorted very uncomfortably.

Well, his knife is pure steel, both the blade and the hilt are all solid pure steel, even if the weight is controlled in order to take care of the bearing capacity of the war horse, it is more than one hundred and eighty pounds, plus his total weight has exceeded three hundred, even the horse is a little difficult.

After holding the Qinglong Glaive Knife in his hand and playing with it as if it were nothing, Yang Dashuai waved his knife and shouted: "Little one, let me kill the Tartar!" ”

In this way, led by Yang Dashuai, who was holding the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, nearly 1,000 Ming soldiers behind him, accompanied by drums, carried bayonet rifles on their shoulders, dragged four field guns, and marched towards the bank of the canal with neat steps.

At this time, there was already a panic in Yangzhou City.