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Zuo Ruo didn't even go to the battlefield in person, even though he knew that it was the Jurchens who went down the mountain to check the terrain.

Jurchen or Han, it doesn't matter, they will be the opponents he defeats. He didn't think that the Jurchens would be much stronger than the Han people's combat effectiveness, and in the grassland, the Jurchen armor made a deep impression on him, but in Jiangnan, the Jurchens did not come up with any decent appearance except for supervising the battle.

"My soldiers are the strongest! Whether in the Ming Dynasty or in the Qing Dynasty. “

This is for the self-confidence of the general, even a little conceited, his spirit will be deeply rooted in the bones of every soldier.

If Zhang Cunren came over in person, he might be able to deign him to move his feet, but the five hundred Jurchens were only worthy of letting his lieutenant general.

The porcupines erected their thorns and weaved through the forest, and Zarumby was about to outflank them before he saw them.

In the front is a mixed formation of pikemen and armor, and the wings are all lightly armed birds. Zalun is more terrible than a bow and arrow. There are no orders, and if the left gives the gunners full freedom, they can choose to cast their guns anywhere in the mountains and forests on any opponent.

The chaotic sound of guns sounded a hundred, if not a dozen paces, away, and the mountaineers leaped nimbly through the trees and bushes, and they only had to look at the figures to know that they did not want to catch up here. Zarumbi was worried, fearing that he would be hit in the next moment, he wore two layers of armor, but he saw with his own eyes that his own soldier wearing triple armor was hit in the left chest by a lead not much bigger than a mung bean, and he never got up again after falling.

It is true that the bird gun is not so accurate, but the mountaineers don't even need to aim at the Qinglu who is squeezed into the mountain road like a dough. A shot to the head is no different from a blow to the chest, and no matter how weird the curve of the lead flight, a shot in the knee will satisfy the gunslingers.

The gunners appeared on the battlefield in formation, the terrain made it impossible for them to concentrate their fire, but judging by the fierce battle that lasted for two quarters of an hour, the effect was not bad.

"Knock knock!" Drums were heard from the top of the mountain.

It's not as crackling and piercing as the sound of a giant cannon, and the drums are rhythmic, and it sounds like a song in your ears, a majestic song, a heart-wrenching song.

Zuo Ruo stood by the giant drum with his hands behind his back.

The mountain people seemed to be suddenly crushed by chicken blood and screaming. Three months ago, they had only fought against a weak opponent like the White Heads. Three months later, they thought that the rumored blue-faced fanged Jurchens were nothing more than that.

"Withdraw, withdraw!" Zarumbi couldn't hold on.

The flying lead was like a hard rock chiseled into iron nails, and the defense line he organized was broken up little by little by the birds in the dense forest on both sides. The soldiers sent to drive away the guns were hung by thorns in their legs, and they watched the Ming army turn around thirty or forty paces away, aiming their black hole bird guns at themselves.

Zuo Ruo watched the Qing captives flee, and his expression was like an ancient well. There is no better battlefield than here, and his soldiers have grown up here.

The Ming army pursued closely until the defeated army and the soldiers and horses of the Qing captured converged, and the two sides were at a stalemate for a moment, when they heard the drums on the top of the mountain change the rhythm, and then swaggered away. More than two hundred Jurchen corpses were left in the mountain path, and they did not even bother to peel off the shining black armor.

For the adults have told them, and those will be theirs after all.

It was a dismount-like battle, and it was not until late afternoon that the Qing Lu reappeared in the mountain pass.

Zalunbi ordered the Han people to fight the vanguard, and he led the Jurchens to press the formation in the rear, the terrain here was narrow, and the Han soldiers had no way to escape and retreat, so they had no choice but to fight to the death. The soldiers cowered, and naturally stopped when they walked between the two mountains, and waited for a long time but did not see the Ming army on the mountain attack.

Zuo Ruo was still standing in front of the big drum, and he was also waiting, waiting for the three thousand Qinglu to cross the mountain road.

There is no difference between the Jurchens and the Han in his eyes, but there is a very difference between attacking the Jurchens and the Han Chinese. Because the Han people could surrender, but the Jurchens could never surrender to the Ming army.

The Han pawn crossed the mountain road in hesitation, his steps getting faster and faster, and he was eager to fly out of this mountainous area with wings.

The jungle on both sides was dark, the wind rustled through the grass, and I don't know if it was a frightened beast or an ambushed enemy.

The Jurchens, who were originally in the rear pressure formation, appeared in the mountain road.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, and the sound was familiar.

In an instant, Zarumbi's heart ached like a pinprick.

"Iron cannon, the Ming army has arranged iron cannons here!" He let out a desperate roar. There are not many iron cannons on the top of the mountain on both sides, and the iron balls that are fired are not large, but they are enough to block the narrow mountain road. These urban defense guns, which were originally from Ningbo and Shaoxing, were dismantled and moved here. Zhai Zhe did not have the momentum of Duoduo, and arranged more than 200 cannons under the city of Hangzhou, but good steel should be used on the blade.

The mountain people roared down, attacked the Qing army, cut off the road, and surrounded the 3,000 Qing soldiers who crossed the mountain road first.

The shouts of the Ming army made the soles of the Jurchens soften, "Han people, surrender and don't kill!" ”

Right in front of Zarumbi's eyes, he saw his most trusted clothed servant draw a knife and stab a prison Jurchen in the stomach, then draw a bloody sharp knife and kneel down in front of the general of the Ming army. Some people can always find the right direction, and although these people are shameless, most of them will live well.

"Hangou, you dare?" He didn't finish a word, and was swept away by the rout.

Zuo Ruo ordered in a cold voice: "Beat the drum and pursue!" "He will never miss any opportunity to destroy his opponent's confidence and become his opponent, either defeat him or be tormented by his nightmares.

It's dark again.

At the head of Changhua City, Zhang Cunren saw Fang Guoan retreat. He was about to return to the county office, when he saw a row of crooked flags appear in the mountain road to the east.

The mountain road of more than twenty miles is not far away, and the army that went out of the city last night has retreated again.

"We're stuck!" Zarumbi couldn't describe his fear in words, and rushed into the mansion and pointed at Zhang Cunren with a single knife, "You brought us here, you brought us into the Jedi." ”

Zhang Cunren looked at him coldly and said, "We still have three days of food. ”

He was still the commander of the army, but Zarumbi no longer trusted the Han Chinese.

"No matter what, we're going to break through that line!" Zhang Cunren waved his hand and motioned for Zarumbi to put away the sharp knife, "Otherwise, we will only die here." ”

With the knife in the sheath, Zarumbi sneered: "You are Han, you don't have to die!" "He was angry, but when he saw the scene today, he was terrified. There are Han people all around here, the Ming army is Han, and the Qing soldiers are also Han, and only he leads three thousand Jurchens.

The night in the mountains was quiet, and Zhang Cunren couldn't sleep all night.

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Also sleepless is Zhai Zhe.

After two days of continuous shelling, no intact house could be found in the hidden city. Today, Qinglu began to attack Beishan, which made him feel uneasy. He was not so relieved about Yang Shouzhuang after all. The appearance of the siege of the city during the day shows that this is the last madness. A large number of Jurchens slaughtered the city at any cost, instead of supervising the Han people into battle as before.

Yao Qisheng came to report on the situation of the material reserves: "The food in the city can last for six days, and seventy percent of the firearms have been consumed. ”

He appeared on the battlefield for the first time, and he was so calm, which made Zhai Zhe very satisfied.

"Are you from Shaoxing?"

Yao Qisheng was overjoyed in his heart, since Zhai Zhe asked about his identity, it showed that his appearance had been favored by him.

"Exactly!"

He peeked at Zhai Zhe, and when he saw that there was no more words behind him, he asked for his life to retreat. As long as the general remembers him, he will be able to be reused one day.

This time, General Pingyu opened the mansion, and some people in Ningshao and other places still disdained ****, and he was overjoyed when he heard the news. The general summoned his staff, nominally not to open a branch to take a scholar, but in his opinion it was actually more rare than a branch to take a scholar. Although Zhai Zhe is low-key, he is in Shaoxing, and he can't see how the government runs. The so-called cabinet is nothing more than an empty shelf, and the appointment of a county order or even a garrison is inseparable from the Ken of the Pinglu General's Mansion.

What's more, he saw from the impregnable Hangzhou City that the Qing Dynasty was already at the end of the light crossbow in the south of the Yangtze River, and he couldn't wear the penny. This is the second opening of the general Pingyu, if he can be recruited, he may not be able to become the founder of the country in the future.

Yao Qisheng saw far away, so far away that Zhai Zhe couldn't imagine it.

Who is a really smart person who still takes Daming seriously, Fujian's Tian Fu is all in the hands of Zheng Zhilong, and Ning Shao's Tian Fu is Zhai Zhe. The imperial court can't collect the silver, which is just a signboard that these military towns still need.

Yao Qisheng is very optimistic about Zhai Zhe. They all monopolized power, and the gentry of Fujian were incompatible with Zheng Zhilong, forcing Huang Daozhou to take away and cut off He Kai's nose. The officials and gentry of Ning Shao all regarded General Pingyu as a savior, and the people honestly handed over the grain, and they were still full of praise.

Even Yao Qisheng himself, when facing Zhai Zhe, he also felt like a spring breeze, which was a kind of level-headed from the bottom of his heart.

He could imagine what kind of prestige Zhai Zhe would reach if the Ming army recovered Jiangnan. How else can King Lu control this courtier?

A young man without ambition is not a good young man, and a young man with only ambition and no vision is not a good young man, Yao Qisheng wants to be a good young man.

In this life, people are faced with many choices, and every choice is gambling, and opportunities like this are once in a lifetime.

As the hour passed, the cannon began to sound again.

Yao Qisheng braved artillery fire to send people to strengthen the defensive wall in front of the city gate, and carried mountains of firewood and tung oil behind the defensive wall.

There were a lot of people who couldn't sleep that night.

Bolo initially promised Duoduo that he would capture Yu Qian in one day, but now five days have passed, and he is still not close.

He felt that the sharp guillotine was approaching his neck, and if the tide of battle in Jiangnan was reversed, he knew that he would not escape death. The regent Dorgon would not do anything to his brother Dordor, and he alone was responsible for the crime.

The siege of Hangzhou for several months is still excusable, but if Zhang Cunren's more than 20,000 troops are lost in western Zhejiang, and Jiangnan will be restless, things will be even more out of control.

Dordor couldn't afford to take on the responsibility, so he decided to give it another shot before he got the news for sure.

20,000 Jurchen armor soldiers under the city of Hangzhou marched west overnight with 50 of the largest iron cannons.