Lu Zhenfei's Huaiyang Volunteer Regiment training began in the thirteenth year of Chongzhen, when it was still influenced by Zhu Ping'an's formation of a new army, and he also had to bear the escort of Caoyun, so he formed this Minzhuang military force with Yanding Yiyong as the core. Lu Zhenfei's confidant Ge Ying once led the Huaiyang children to be trained in the Shandong Lecture Hall for more than a year, and it can be said that now the backbone of this people's strong volunteer and brave army called "An Yuan Army" are all students of the Lecture Martial Arts Hall.

When the battle was in full swing, he suddenly heard the familiar attack horn of the Anyuan army, and Yan Yingyuan immediately realized that Lu Zhenfei's Jianghuai reinforcements had arrived in Nanjing.

Chen Mingyu, who was supporting Yan Yingyuan, paused for a moment, turned his head and looked at Yan Yingyuan in disbelief, knowing that he could clearly see the smile slowly emerging on Yan Yingyuan's pale face, and then he realized that what he heard was indeed An Yuanjun's horn.

"Reiheng!" Chen Mingyu shouted loudly, "Did you hear it, it's the horn of our An Yuan Army, Governor Lu is here, Ge Ying is here!" ”

Yan Yingyuan smiled and nodded, but a trace of blood still oozed from the corner of his mouth, his legs were weak, and his body involuntarily slid to the ground, but a pair of eyes involuntarily looked in the direction where the horn sounded.

Two of the three urn city gates of the Jubao Gate have been lost, and the Qing soldiers of the brigade are sparing no effort to hit the slot gate of the last city gate with blood-red eyes, and the city wall more than five zhang high is all covered by the figure of the Qing soldiers attached to the ants, and the red-clothed Ming soldiers are like islands in it, and they are becoming fewer and fewer. The Changgan Bridge and the Zhenhuai Bridge outside the city gate have long been covered by dense corpses, and even some of the rivers of the Qinhuai River have disappeared.

The moment the horn sounded, the crazy Qing soldiers rushed forward as always, but the Jiangyin children in the Ming army were surprised inexplicably, and they were very familiar with the horn of An Yuanjun, just like the drumbeat of the Shandong army. This horn is also the symbol of An Yuanjun.

Exhausted and almost desperate, they suddenly saw the hope of victory, and the continuous sound of trumpets also signaled that their fate would change.

Chen Mingyu handed over Yan Yingyuan to his guards to take care of, he jumped to the top of the steps of the Dysprosium Tower, waved his knife to drive away the two oncoming cold arrows, and shouted at the Ming soldiers on the head of the city and the Wang Tingchen who arrived in time: "Brothers! Lu Daren's reinforcements have arrived outside Nanjing. The difference between victory and defeat is today, and we are waiting for the court to stick to this moment, isn't it just to serve the country and kill the enemy, and fight for a wife and son? But as long as I am the people of the Ming Dynasty, today is a good time to make contributions, kill me with me! ”

The blood of the Ming soldiers was boiling, and the loud voices responded, even the wounded soldiers jumped up from the ground, desperately pounced on the Qing army opposite, and the cheers and shouts resounded all over the city.

In fact, most of the Qing soldiers were the Han army of the Green Battalion. Chen Mingyu's words were heard clearly, except for the Eight Banners soldiers in the team who still kept shouting and driving the soldiers to continue the onslaught, the Han soldiers were all cold in their hearts, and the battle spirit that had just been filled instantly dissipated and fell low.

Many people had already peeked in the direction of the horn sounding. At this time, it was the end of spring and the beginning of summer, the sky was clear, and a red battle flag could be clearly seen on the plain on the other side of the Qinhuai River in the distance. You can even hear the shouts of reinforcements in the distance.

At the same time as the horn sounded, Boluo and Tunqi, who had already reached a distance of five hundred steps from the city wall to personally supervise the battle, were shocked. Immediately got an urgent report from his subordinates. Tens of thousands of Ming troops have broken through the defense line of the Qing army and killed towards Jubaomen on the line of Confucius Temple and Qinhuai River.

Qin Guanglian's Han General immediately shouted, Bo Luo was annoyed and angry, pulled out his saber and plunged it into the dirt in front of him, "What are you panicking about!" However, there are only tens of thousands of Ming troops, and it is just a meal on the plate of my army. Hong Chengchou and Wu Sangui attracted the main force of the Ming army, and what Ming army could come to Nanzhili at the moment? But there was a clear sense of weakness in his voice.

At this time, Tun Qi naturally wanted to stand on Boluo's side, and hurriedly agreed: "Yes, yes, it's just Lu Zhenfei's Jianghuai soldiers and horses, don't you know the quality and combat power of the Ming Tingcao troops." How can you be my opponent in a hundred battles? ”

Qin Guanglian and the others couldn't collide head-on with Boluo and Tunqi, so they could only look at each other secretly and keep silent. Bolo then asked his subordinates who came to report the news, "How many soldiers and horses does Lu Zhenfei have?" Can you carry artillery? ”

"Back to Lord Belle, there are only more than 30,000 people in the Lu Barbarians' department, and there are not many cavalry among them, and there are a lot of baggage, but it is uncertain whether there are artillery and other things among them. However, the use of soldiers by Lu Manzi is peculiar, and now the soldiers and horses have not approached near the Confucius Temple, and they don't know what their idea is? ”

Bo Luo and Tun Qi looked at each other, and an expression of disbelief appeared on their faces at the same time, "No longer moving forward, is this Lu Zhenfei here to rescue Nanjing, or is he here to see the excitement?" ”

"Has the person sent to contact Wu Sangui come back? This face sent out dozens of messengers, why hasn't there been a response so far? Bolo asked with a calm face. It was expected that Lu Zhenfei came to help, he was Zhu Ping'an's teacher, he naturally would not sit idly by and watch the Jiangnan battle, and Bolo had already prepared accordingly. But there has been no news of Wu Sangui's in-depth entry into Fujian for more than a month, which made Bolo's heart begin to rise and fall.

At the beginning, he divided his troops with Wu Sangui, on the one hand, in order to conquer the Ming Dynasty's Jingshi, and on the other hand, the more he assessed Jiangnan as soon as possible, marched into Fujian and Guangdong, and won the southeast half of the Ming Dynasty, and the rest of Yunnan, Jiangxi, Guangxi and other sides were all in the bag. Now that Nanjing has been repeatedly attacked, and Wu Sangui's department has no news, how can Bolo not be afraid.

While he was hesitating, someone from outside hurriedly came to report that all the messengers sent before had returned, and they were all in a hurry to see him.

The big tent immediately became lively, and dozens of people were sent to contact Wu Sangui in a month, and no one was able to pass the news back before, which was good, and all of them rushed back in the blink of an eye.

"Call these minions to Benbel!"

At Bolo's command, more than forty messengers crowded into Bolo's tent. For a while, it turned out to be a little crowded. But as soon as these men entered, the crowd was taken aback, for the messengers had blue noses and swollen faces, and their heads were covered with a thick white cloth, and the red blood stains on them could be clearly seen, and it was evident that each of them had had one of their ears cut off.

As soon as they entered the tent, these people immediately fell to their knees and wept. These people are all famous scouts in the Eight Banners, even in the field, ordinary Ming soldiers and soldiers of five or six may not be able to deal with any of them, and now suddenly come back together, and all of them are injured, Bolo's heart suddenly swelled with a bad premonition.

"Shut up for me, what's going on outside now, tell Ben Baylor quickly!" Bolo's roar made everyone quiet down suddenly, and one of the old men began to bow back to Bolo more solemnly, but the words he said made Bolo and the others confused.

"Lord Belle! The big thing was not good, Wu Sangui was defeated in Fujian, and Zhu Ping'an sent reinforcements from the sailors, and together with the remnants of the Zheng family, defeated Wu Sangui's troops in Tingzhou. Now, Wu Sangui has led his men and horses to retreat to Jiangxi, Lord Zhang Cunren and General Durde were both killed, and the armies of the southerners were closely pursued behind. ”

Bolo and Tunzi were horrified by the messenger's words. Wu Sangui was actually defeated, and Wu Sangui, who was advancing all the way, was actually defeated! Zhu Ping'an actually sent a sailor into Fujian, and the remnants of the Zheng army actually joined forces with him, and the battle situation in Jiangnan was inadvertently reversed!

Wait, Bolo forced himself to calm down from the extreme shock, and the messenger's words made him suddenly realize a problem, isn't his army already alone!

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Bolo suddenly realized that the situation in front of him was actually extremely bad. Lu Zhenfei's behavior of stationing in the Confucius Temple can also make him guess a lot, but one thing is already certain, Lu Zhenfei is not not rescuing Nanjing, but he is waiting for an opportunity, waiting for an opportunity to defeat or even completely annihilate Boluo's department, his purpose is not only to rescue Nanjing.

If such an assumption is true, then it is certain that Lu Zhenfei will not be the only reinforcement to Nanjing.

Bolo was stunned by the thoughts in his head. Wu Sangui was defeated and left Jiangxi, and he could no longer give any support to the battle in Nanzhili, that is to say, his flanks and behind him had become unsafe. If there is a fierce battle under the city of Nanjing, there will only be one ending, that is, they are besieged under the city of Nanjing by the swarming reinforcements of the Ming army from all walks of life, and they cannot move.

If you can withdraw your troops, is it too late? Bolo wasn't sure, and Tunqi didn't dare to pack the ticket.

Qin Guanglian and the others exchanged glances, and quietly withdrew from the big tent one after another.

"Lord Belle!" Today is destined to be a day that makes Bolo's heart tremble, and before he can come up with a countermeasure, Goshha, who reported outside, crashed in again, "Huo Qiu and Liu An have a large number of Ming troops, and the banner is Zhu Ping'an's soldiers and horses belonging to Henan, who are coming to Nanjing day and night!" ”

"Report!" Another guard hurriedly ran in, "Lord Belle, Zhejiang Zhu Dadian led 20,000 Ming troops to Nanjing, and now the soldiers have arrived in Yixing, and our army can't resist along the way, so they retreat one after another!" Many green battalion generals actually surrendered directly to the Ming army with their soldiers and horses! ”

"What!" Bolo collapsed on the ground, and there were a large number of reinforcements from the Ming army coming to Nanjing in the east, west, and south, and their goal was very clear, that is, more than 100,000 soldiers and horses under their command.

After the siege of Nanjing for three months, Bolo never expected that he would get along with Yan Yingyuan and Shi Kefa. (To be continued......)