At the city of Changzhou, all kinds of people and horses rushed from Zhejiang, Suzhou and Yixing gradually gathered. Each one was startled by the spectacular scene in Changzhou, and the surging flames were burning. Zhu Dadian was closest to Changzhou, and his 30,000 troops arrived first.

Seeing Yan Yingyuan, Zhu Dadian dismounted without waiting for him to speak, and cursed angrily: "The dog Tartars were inhumane and set fire to the city. If they ignore the laws of heaven, they will be punished by God if they violate the harmony of others! Liheng, tell me quickly which bastard was burned, and I will kill him in the future!"

Yan Yingyuan and the people around him looked strange. He touched his nose and lowered his head and said, "Master Zhu, be careful. This fire was released by the commander-in-chief. Nearly 10,000 Tartar flag soldiers were trapped inside. The fire in Dongcheng is the strongest. If they don't want to die, they can only escape from here. As long as we keep this place, they will be defeated without fighting, and no one will live. You are here just right, please help me surround them. I have insufficient troops and they have escaped a lot."

When Zhu Dadian heard it, he shouted that something was wrong, and he cursed Hou Xuan, and he still guarded so many people. Fortunately, his head was so bright that he slapped his thigh and said, "I'll just say it, who else in the world has such a passion, using the city as the furnace and the enemy as the firewood. Lord Xiao Hou's magic trick is a hundred times better than Zhuge Liang's fire to burn Xinye. I, Old Zhu, admired not many people, and the Supervisor counts one."

Most of the people who escaped from the city of Changzhou were Han and Qing soldiers. Like Duoduo, they ran towards Jinling.

Xia Wanchun took his subordinates and chased Hong Yizhuo. Duoduo and his personal soldiers relied on their skillful horsemanship and were never caught up. They even turned around and shot and killed many pursuers.

Finally, it was almost evening when the pursuers were left behind, and there was no trace of them. The only thirteen remaining personal soldiers protected Duoduo and leaped into a forest, and finally got off the horse and rested for a while.

Duoduo gasped, his face covered with sweat. He looked around vigilantly and asked, "Where is this place?"

The personal soldiers were all over the place, and no one was familiar with the terrain here, so they shook their heads.

After Duoduo sat down, he breathed evenly and pointed at his personal soldiers and ordered: "Go and shoot some small beasts to satisfy your hunger. Remember not to catch fire, eat raw meat and drink hot blood, and restore your energy. And you, go find some water."

Although they were the best warriors and hunters, they still affected their senses after escaping for a day. They didn't notice that several pairs of eyes were staring at them in the forest behind them.

In the valley of Qinglong Mountain, in a dilapidated mountain village, Zhou Wenwu, a big horse golden sword, sat on the upper head, and a small minion was kneeling in the hall.

"The leader, the young man saw with his own eyes that those people had braids behind their heads and spoke Manchu. And the leader was dressed in gorgeous clothes, so this time it should be a big fish."

Zhou Wenwu looked happy and said, "How many of these dogs and Tartars are there?"

“Less than twenty.”

"If you have such a few people, you dare to come to Qinglong Mountain. It's just that there is a way in heaven and he will not go, and there is no way in hell. Where are they now? Lead the way."

The minion smiled flatteringly, with a sinister look on his face, and said with a smile: "Chief, we saw that some of them had untied the water kettle, which should be for water. There was a spring in that place, and we had poisoned it. If the leader didn't need to leave, the second dog and the others should be able to bring the person back in a short while."

Zhou Wenwu smiled and said, "Well done, this time, 80 of them can catch a small Tartar official, with twenty people under him. I think it is at least a general level. I will reward you very much at that time!"

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From dawn to evening, on the way to Changzhou to Jinling, there were 82 major and big battles, and the Suzhou soldiers who had won all the victories were as powerful as rainbows.

Hou Xuanyan, with 100,000 troops, left behind the burning city of Changzhou and was determined to take down Jinling. This was the former imperial city of the Ming Dynasty. Taking down Jinling is different from other cities. If Jinling can be recovered, the almost desperate Han people will see the dawn.

After passing a wealthy town, the people had long been hiding at home, with only the newborn calves lying on the window and looking out curiously.

"Grandpa, look, these big-headed soldiers have no braids!"

The old man pulled him down, hugged him in his arms, and cursed, "Nonsense, since the emperor was captured, no one in the army dared not to cut his braids. Come down quickly, these Tartar soldiers are very fierce. No matter how naughty you are, they will be beheaded if they see them."

The child was stalking his neck, looking aggrieved, and said, "It's just that I don't have braids, I don't believe it, you can see it yourself."

The old man slapped him in the butt, covered his shriveled palm with his small mouth, and looked out through the window.

The flag of the commander of the three armies was in a fierce wind, and the letter was written by the "Governor of Jiangsu and Zhejiang Suppression and Revitalization" and the soldiers were all in the Ming army. The old master, who was teaching in a small mountain village near Jinling, saw this flag and this soldier again, as if he was a different world. Two lines of turbid tears flowed down his wrinkled cheeks. He trembled his hands and pushed open the door.

More and more people walked out of their homes, and immediately a young general with a black armor, holding a horse whip in his hand, asked with a smile: "Brother-in-law, where is the front?"

At this time, the child walked to his grandfather, grabbed his robe, and looked at the heroic general curiously, with envy in his little eyes.

The old master was so excited that he could not speak, and the child said timidly: "Grandpa, look, I'll just say they don't have braids."

Hou Xuanyan laughed and said to him: "Little baby, do you think it looks good with braids?"

"It's not good-looking, it's too ugly, just like the little devil in the picture album."

Hou Xuanyan looked at him from the right moment, nodded with satisfaction, and said enthusiastically: "Then let us let this world have no more braids. Do you think it's okay?"

The child clapped his palms and jumped and said, "Okay, OK."

"Little baby, do you know where is ahead?"

"The Qinhuai River is ahead. Cross the river and go to the other side, and it is Qixia Mountain!"

The old master finally calmed down his excitement and asked with hopeful expression: "General, there is Jinling City ahead. Are you going to recover Jinling?"

Hou Xuanyan nodded and said, "That's what it means."

A violent cheer suddenly erupted from the crowd. The people took out all kinds of food from their rooms and stuffed it into the arms of the soldiers. Some people also scooped clean water with a scoop. The soldiers who had been chasing them for a day were not polite, and they caught them and ate them.
Chapter completed!