Chapter Eighty-Six: Contempt, Relaxation
After a muffled thunderstorm, then wind, and then heavy rain. The rain came and fell so hard that the torrential raindrops and the whirlpools of the wind whipped down from the sky like cruel whips twisted together, mercilessly striking the heads, faces, and bodies of men.
The Qing army guerrilla Yang Chun shook off his coat, wiped his face again, cursed in his heart, and looked at the direction of Wangteng Chongcheng with some concern, only to let out a long breath for a while, and shook his head in distress. I hope that the Governor's prediction is right, and the pseudo-clan has already fled far away, instead of sticking to the city, or, like the current camp, just guarding it for a day and a half and then abandoning it.
Yang Chun walked slowly, inspecting the Ming army camp that had just been occupied. Even if the leaders are all elites, they are already showing fatigue, this damn climate, this damn rain, this damn ...... Yang Chun kept cursing, missing the wide mansion in Yongchang City, the warm and comfortable bed, and even the Yahuan, who was too lazy to look at it on weekdays and was not good-looking, seemed to have become cute and beautiful.
Mother, Γ, hurry up and end this disgusting crusade and hurry back to Yongchang. Yang Chun walked into the tent, angrily threw the coat to the soldiers, unmounted his armor, and sat down.
The louder the thunder, the more intense the wind, and the heavier the rain, it means that it is white rain and will not last long. Yang Chun and other Qing army generals also figured out some of the characteristics of the rainy season, and just waited for the rain to pass before pulling out the camp and advancing. Tengchong City, it's much more comfortable than camping!
Sure enough, half an hour passed, the thunder went away, the wind weakened, and the rain thinned. The clouds were inverted, and one after another could be seen rolling in mid-air, on the gray clouds.
After waiting for more than half an hour, the rain stopped completely. With an order, the Qing army packed up their bags and equipment, pulled out the camp, and headed towards Tengchong.
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Although Tanma kept coming to report, Tengchong was unpopulated, the city gate was empty, and most of it was an empty city. Yang Chun and another Han guerrilla Fan Guoao did not dare to take it lightly, but only stepped up their investigation, but they were not allowed to enter the city easily.
When they arrived at Tengchong City, Yang Chun and Fan Guoao ordered their soldiers to line up in armor and make all preparations before sending dozens of people into the city. After more than half an hour, it was finally determined that Tengchong was indeed an empty city, and Yang Chun and Fan Guoao put their minds at ease, looked at each other and smiled, and ordered the whole army to enter the city.
ββ¦β¦ robbery, murder and plunder, the love crime is serious, and the beast is not as good; Killing good and risking merit, cowards do it, and people disdain it; Now that we have won the city, I hope that we will not hurt our people, God has the virtue of a good life, and there is also a punishment of retribution......"
Ha Lu Ha Yang Chun looked at the wooden sign in front of the Tengchong official yamen and laughed non-stop, although Fan Guoao felt that this pseudo-clan was a little naΓ―ve and ridiculous, but he was not as smiling like Yang Chun, and was even a little confused.
"General Fan." Yang Chun finally stopped laughing, stretched out his hand and pointed to the wooden plaque and said, "Do you know what this wooden plaque reminds me of?" β
Fan Guoao shook his head and said, "I just think that this pseudo-sect is very naΓ―ve, but I don't know why General Yang is laughing so much. β
Yang Chun laughed twice, and then said: "This puppet Ming royal family is almost the same virtue, when the puppet emperor Yongli escaped from Kunming, it was strictly forbidden not to burn the remaining grain, for fear that our army would retaliate against the people of Yunnan." In this way, our army is like a tiger with wings and can pursue and fight fiercely. If it weren't for the long distance and difficult transportation, the Ming army that fled to the border could also be flattened in one go. β
Fan Guoao suddenly realized and said with a smile: "The kindness of a woman is difficult to achieve a big thing. The pseudo-sect is left behind, and there is no need to be afraid. β
Yang Chun nodded approvingly, pointed to the yamen, and said with a smile: "General Fan can rest here, and I can find another house." β
Fan Guoao was not polite, thanked him, and continued to inspect the city with Yang Chun.
Ascending the city tower, Yang Chun and Fan Guoao sighed again. Pointing to the trench dug in the north of the city, Fan Guoao said with contempt: "The puppet clan is just left behind, not only to dig a trench to hold on, but also to retreat without a fight, how can the army's morale not be chaotic." β
Yang Chun's gaze turned to the rolling wood and stones piled up under the city wall, and he couldn't help but shake his head. It seems that the Ming army has decided to retreat and will not have any more attempts at Tengchong. Otherwise, how can anyone prepare their own rolling logs and stones but don't use them, leaving them to the enemy to smash them. In addition, Zhu Yongxing's book in front of the yamen seems to be a righteous exhortation, and if you distinguish it carefully, it is like an autumn insect crying, without a strong atmosphere, but with the meaning of begging.
"The enemy has decided to retreat, and he will not come back." Fan Guoao also came to a similar conclusion as Yang Chun, and his heart was relieved, but there were still some things to say, whether it was useful or not, "You can let the soldiers rest well, but you can't relax your patrol vigilance." β
Yang Chun nodded and said, "General Fan is old-fashioned, and what he said is exactly what I want. It is better to do this, the west gate and the north gate are under the responsibility of General Fan's department, and the east gate and south gate are handed over to our department for defense and vigilance. β
"Okay, that's it." Fan Guoao agreed, inspected again, and said goodbye to Yang Chun before returning to their respective residences.
With an order, the Qing army breathed a sigh of relief from top to bottom. Although Yang Chun and Fan Guoao still had orders not to let their guard down, they were not taken seriously and were selectively ignored, and the tired Qing army rushed to pick a good house, smiling so that there was no pain in camping.
Under the sunset at dusk, the smoke rose from all over Tengchong City, and in the eyes of Qing troops such as Yang Chun and Fan Guoao, the puppet clan staying behind was indeed similar to the puppet emperor Yongli's temperament. Not only did he leave a book to exhort the Qing army not to rob and plunder, but he also left a lot of firewood, vegetables, mushrooms and other things very innocently and kindly, which could allow the Qing army to enjoy a lot of convenience. It's just that there are fewer mushrooms, and they are only found in some of the better houses. And after the identification of two local guides in Yunnan, mushrooms are not only not poisonous, but also a delicacy in Yunnan.
This was already satisfactory to the Qing army, and more than a dozen horses that had broken their legs and feet were slaughtered, and the horse meat and vegetables rolled in the soup, exuding an attractive fragrance. For the Qing army, who camped for a long time and suffered from wind, rain, dampness, mosquitoes, etc., this was really a long-lost enjoyment.
Throughout the ages, there have been examples of abandoning the city and attacking again, but it is not the side defending the city. Basically, the besieging side could not take the city for a long time, pretending to retreat to make the defenders relax their vigilance, and then suddenly kill back the rifle. Or send disguised men into the city among the enemies who are out of the city to collect firewood and grain, and then join forces with the outside to seize the city.
Based on this thinking, although Yang Chun and Fan Guoao let the soldiers patrol and guard, it was more like a habit, rather than thinking in their hearts that the Ming army would really come to attack the city again.
As soon as the tense nerves relaxed, exhaustion and drowsiness struck inexorably. This is no longer something that can be changed by a command, but an instinct of the human body.
And just when the Qing army thought that it had achieved its combat purpose, relaxed in the warm houses, and rested well, several Ming troops had quietly dispatched and took advantage of the night to cover Tengchong.