"Master Cao, the master of Taiwan has an order, don't let the little one be embarrassed. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

At the crossing of the inner side of Anjiang Gate in Yangzhou, a green battalion commander stood in front of a young officer in white cotton armor and said with a look of embarrassment.

"Making? Are you blind? ”

The newly appointed leader of the white flag, Cao Xuan, the younger brother of Cao Yin, the also newly appointed Jiangning general, pointed to the cotton armor on his body with a proud face, which means very clearly, when does the governor of Liangjiang have the right to command the eight banners, not to mention the three banners. Although Cao Yin, the general of Jiangning, is only because the banner people in Yangzhou City are really not higher than him, and Kang Mazi is not ready to let him lead the troops to fight, he just manages the tens of thousands of old and weak women and children who fled from Jiangning and Jingkou, to put it bluntly, he is a refugee camp supervisor. But that is also the real boss of the Eight Banners in Yangzhou City, Zhang Pengxi is a Han governor in charge of the green camp, how can he be qualified to manage them!

Mr. Qian hesitated.

Cao Xuan took dozens of children who were no more than thirteen or fourteen years old behind him, holding the latest short-barreled rifled guns, and pushed him away with an arrogant and unceremonious face.

The scouts on the hot air balloon of the Ming army saw them.

Cao Zuoling, who rushed to Anjiang Gate, directly put a nearly one-meter-long brass telescope on the city wall, roughly looked for the direction of the execution table, quickly lowered his head and lay on the eyepiece and quickly aimed at the execution table, although the distance was very far, but with the help of this telescope purchased from a Dutch merchant at a high price, he could still roughly see the appearance of the torturer, of course, he was born in Beijing, of course, he would not fail to know the bloody, life is worse than death there several masters.

"These brutes!"

Cao Zuoling, who was full of loyalty to our Qing Dynasty, couldn't help but scold sadly and angrily, and clenched his fists at the same time.

In his telescope field of vision, the three executioners were skillfully busy, constantly throwing small pieces of meat into the basin next to them, and the sound of the surrounding spectators helping to count was faintly heard even here, and even at the same time as Ling Chi, a guillotine was also placed on the execution table, and the other prisoners were constantly dragged onto the stage one by one and then cut into two parts.

He couldn't stand it anymore, so he rushed to the side in a rage, drew his knife and viciously slashed the bricks on the city wall, as if it were Yang Feng.

The other good men of the new generation of Eight Banners took turns lying on the binoculars one by one to watch how the brutal Ming army killed their relatives, and then they also ran to the side to chop bricks with Cao Zuoling in anger, after all, they had nothing else to do at this time.

It's good to chop bricks, so you don't have to suffocate internal injuries!

However, just when the fifth good boy of the Eight Flags was lying on top and watching, the accident finally happened......

"Uncle!"

Suddenly, the thirteen-year-old boy let out a heart-rending scream, and before Cao Xuan could react, he saw him throw down the telescope like crazy, threw himself on the cannon next to him, and without hesitation, he took out a box of matches and instantly pulled out a handful and wiped it on the cannon......

"Don't!"

Cao Xuan rushed over in a cold sweat.

At this time, the cannon was really hanged by the old birthday star.

But he was still a step too late, and the boy screamed and threw the matchstick directly to the fuse.

Almost at the moment when Cao Xuan pounced on the cannon, the muzzle of the cannon suddenly erupted with blazing flames, and the cannon body slammed into his chest like a battering ram, shattering almost all the bones in his chest, causing him to fly upside down at once, and before he could land, he was already unconscious, and at the same time, a solid cast-iron cannonball whizzed past the execution table and smashed into the water of the ancient canal.

"Madamn, fire!"

On a Ming army river warship that was almost hit by a cannonball, the captain roared angrily, and on the deck in front of him, two seven-and-a-half-pound rifled guns suddenly erupted into flames, and then all the guns on the remaining dozen or so river warships roared at the same time, and the explosion of the flowering shell instantly flooded the Anjiangmen City Tower.

"I don't know what to live or die!"

Yang Wang Ye shouted with a gloomy face.

Obviously, the Qing army is so faceless, it has angered His Royal Highness King Wu, and because the Qing army opened fire, the people gathered around the execution platform have signs of collapse, so many people gather together once they run out of chaos, just trampling on each other may cause a large number of casualties, he must take action to stabilize people's hearts, and then Yang Wangye urged the rhinoceros to sit down, and rushed straight to the city of Yangzhou.

"Quick, go back to Jingkou immediately to report the news!"

Behind him, Hu Guang immediately said to the herald, and then pulled out his saber and shouted to the rest of his subordinates: "Dragoon, attack!" ”

At the same time, the infantry battalion commander who was escorting the prisoner cart also drew his saber and shouted: "Attack! ”

The sailors on the river warship also automatically switched to combat mode, quickly cleaned the gun chamber and reloaded, and then the second round of shells of more than 30 cannons was also fired.

At this time, Yang Feng had already arrived at the moat, he did not hesitate to urge the rhinoceros to rush into the river, the shoulder height was more than two meters, the rhinoceros with his head raised close to three meters easily waded through the water to cross the moat, just as he stepped on the river bank at the same time Yang Feng also untied his two handfuls of steel, just like in Beijing City, he rushed to the root of the city wall with the steel upside down, and pierced the middle finger of the triangular pyramid directly into the brick gap of the city wall, and the two hands of steel Laos alternately went up to the city wall in a blink of an eye.

At this time, the Qing army in Yangzhou had just rushed to the city wall.

"This king is here, who dares to be an enemy of Lonely?"

Yang Feng, who was wearing a scarlet cloak, stood proudly at the head of Yangzhou City, shouting at the large number of green battalion soldiers who rushed up from the gallop.

The latter held the musket and looked at each other one by one, but no one dared to pull the trigger, and they were all pale and trembling, looking like they were not facing a person, but a terrifying demon god, this strange scene lasted for a minute, an officer finally couldn't bear the huge pressure, hurriedly threw down the weapon in his hand and knelt down on the city wall, and then all the Qing troops behind him threw away their weapons and knelt down, and one by one kowtowed to the ground and shouted: "The villain knocks on King Wu Chitose!" ”

"Get up, open the gates, this king is not to blame!"

Yang Feng said with a majestic face.

Immediately after that, these Qing soldiers ran down without the slightest hesitation, and then opened the city gate and lowered the drawbridge.

None of them dared to fight with Yang Feng, if it was an ordinary Ming soldier who rushed up, then maybe these green battalions would resist, but it was Yang Feng who came, even if he was alone, these green battalions did not have any courage to resist, this is not those inland cities far away from the battlefield, since three years ago, Yang Wang Ye has become a myth in this Yangzhou city, it can be said that everyone here has heard countless legends about him, and now he is standing in front of him.

Who would dare to resist?

No one dared to resist!

Just as he walked down from the city wall, the people and the Qing army under the city wall had all knelt on the ground, and at the same time the dragoon battalion also rushed into the city, followed by the infantry of that battalion.

"Lead the way ahead and go to the Governor's Yamen!"

Yang Feng got on his rhinoceros, carrying his Qinglong Glaive and said to the officer who surrendered to him first.

At this time, Zhang Pengxi, the governor of Liangjiang, did not know that he had entered the city, and it was less than a quarter of an hour before the first cannon sounded, although his governor's yamen was on the street leading directly to Anjiangmen, and the distance was only two or three miles, but the news still did not reach his ears so quickly, in fact, at this time, Governor Zhang was transferring troops to prepare to meet the Ming army!

"Quick, go and inform General Han and bring troops over for reinforcements immediately!"

Zhang Pengxi took the sword and hurriedly rushed out of the governor's yamen, saying to his own soldiers beside him, but the latter did not move, just looked at the south in a daze.

"Bastard, didn't you hear?"

Zhang Pengxi shouted angrily.

"Master, you don't have to go!"

The soldier pointed ahead with an expressionless face and said.

Zhang Pengxi raised his head in astonishment.

At the end of the street in front of him, a silver monster was slowly moving forward, on the back of the monster sat a man holding a green dragon glaive, and behind this person, there were rows of cavalry riding tall horses, and on either side of the cavalry were Ming infantry with bayonet rifles.

"Well, the old man is also relieved!"

After seeing this scene, Zhang Pengxi smiled bitterly and threw down his sword and said.

He was indeed relieved, these days he can say that he has exhausted his energy, even his hair is almost white, he has thought of all the means he can think of, he has done his best to support the already crumbling gate of Lianghuai, to guard this fortress that can be said to be lonely for the imperial court, and to fulfill his last duty as a loyal minister in this stormy and stormy, but unfortunately in the end he still fell in such a speechless way.

"It's over!"

Seeing the countless Yangzhou people rushing out of the alleys on both sides, and then cheering and kneeling on both sides, His Excellency the Governor, who was originally called a perfect generation by Yongzheng in history, sat down on the steps of the yamen with great emotion, took off his pipe hat and threw it aside. Obviously, he has thoroughly understood that the number of Qing Qi has been exhausted, as the first generation born after the war in Sichuan, he is not ready to be martyred for Kang Mazi, in fact, at this time, the remaining Han officials in Liangjiang basically recognized the situation, but because of Yang Feng's land policy, they are still struggling, after all, officials usually have a lot of land at home in these years.

Fortunately, Governor Zhang is a notoriously outlier at this point, he was so poor that even the funeral expenses after his death in history were paid by Kang Mazi, so there is nothing to lose and nothing to worry about.

Soon, in the kneeling of the people of Yangzhou, Yang Wangye slowly arrived in front of the governor's yamen.

Zhang Pengxi hesitated for a moment, but finally sighed and knelt down in front of his rhinoceros.

"Sinner Zhang Pengxi welcomes King Wu's thousand-year!"

He shouted.

"Get up, although you have become a puppet official of the Tartars to resist the king's master, but this king remembers that you have made great contributions to the people of the world in governing the Yellow River, so I forgive you for your innocence!"

Yang Wangye looked at this Qing Dynasty feudal official who was the first to surrender to him so far, and said with satisfaction. (To be continued.) )