Hou Xuanyan first went to Hangzhou and brought the troops of Wu Shengzhao who was stationed in Hangzhou. The team of only 300 personal guards instantly turned into 50,000 troops.

Wu Shengzhao was in Hangzhou for a long time and heard that the troops in Jinling formed a new army and were divided into four battalions. Many generals who were not as experienced as him were in charge of one of the four battalions because they were on the front line. This time, when Hou Xuanyan passed by Hangzhou, Wu Shengzhao took the initiative to ask for the battle, and Hou Xuanyan agreed immediately.

There are enough troops left in eastern Zhejiang. Although the "people" in Fujian need to be wary of, they don't have to waste so much force. The fierce battle in Jingzhou has entered a white-hot stage, and Du Yinxi is almost unable to hold on. Now there is a mixture of fish and dragons near Jingzhou. There are Du Yinxi's Zhongzhen Camp, Yuan Dashun's East and West teams, He Tengjiao's Changsha soldiers, and Taiping Prefecture Hou Xuanyan's Northern Expedition Army Fengzi Camp.

The Qing army was even more complicated. The Qing Dynasty inspected Song Yizhen in Hunan, the Zhenghong Banner of General Luke Dehun, and the two yellow banners of Haoge also divided their troops to support.

Between Jingxiang, all walks of life often meet in a narrow road and fight in a bunch of battles. The way to separate is simple. When encountering the Braidi Army, it is the Qing army, otherwise it is the Ming army. Whenever they meet, it must be a fierce battle.

Hou Xuanyan led 50,000 troops, and neither entered Suzhou nor Jinling. He crossed the Dabie Mountains and went straight to Baling Yuezhou to meet with the Fengziying stationed there. Since Xia Wanchun entered Jingzhou Prefecture, he has lost more than he won. In such a melee, the combat power of the soldiers became a decisive factor, and the combat power of the Qing soldiers was indeed higher than theirs.

When Hou Xuan reached the boundary of Yuezhou, it was already September, and Du Yinxi was still firmly guarding Jingzhou. Outside the city, reinforcements surrounded them, and the sky was already dark.

Among them, the braided soldiers of the Zhenghong Banner Luke Dehun were the most brutal. At the beginning of the establishment of the Eight Banners, they were aimed at plundering and massacre. From their parents, they had been influenced by them and believed that the wars after entering the pass were all plundering the Han people. In the eyes of these flag soldiers, the Han people were not humans at all, but prey in their eyes. They were also preys that would not resist, so these flag soldiers were also the busiest. Other troops were just fighting, and they were also responsible for burning, killing, plundering, killing the Jingxiang area, and killing corpses everywhere, and the smell of fishy smell was hard to dissipate.

When the sky was slightly bright, the sun had not yet fully risen. Hou Xuanyan looked at the vast river fog and asked, "Where is the place ahead?"

Wu Shengzhao's deputy general was from Huguang. He stepped forward and said, "The commander-in-chief, Yalanji is ahead. The Marquis of Jianchang of Wu during the Three Kingdoms raised ducks here, but now it is the place where flowers and plants are planted in the city. It is a good place with abundant water and grass and beautiful scenery. After that, it was 800 miles of Dongting Lake."

Hou Xuanyan nodded and said, "Let's go quickly, and you can make a fire in Yuezhou City at noon."

Suddenly, a sound of sound came from the brigade, and the vanguard troops encountered the enemy. The vast fog on the river made Hou Xuanyan unable to see the situation ahead. The guards drew out their weapons and protected him in the center.

Hou Xuanyan waved his hand and said, "Don't panic. My scout told me that there are no large groups of enemy soldiers nearby. Most of them are small groups of Qing soldiers who are separated from the main force with red eyes."

When Wu Shengzhao heard this, he immediately ordered the front army to encircle the flanks and not let the Qing soldiers escape.

Hou Xuanyan took his personal guard and said, "Let's go ahead and take a look."

On Yalanji, the owner of this place, Sun of Dongwu, had long disappeared from the long river of history, leaving only this name. I saw willow branches floating on both sides, and the fertile land washed out by the river was filled with colorful flowers, just like a fairyland on earth.

Surrounded by the crowd, dozens of Tartar soldiers held blood-dropped scimitars, leaned against each other on their backs, bent over and on guard. Around them, a group of Han people were tied up with their hands and feet, tied five or six people into a row, and knelt on the side.

Their buns were brutally peeled off, and it was obvious that the shaving skills of these Tartar soldiers were not very good. Some of them had simply cut half of their heads. They were lucky enough to die, their hair was tied into a bunch, like grass markers in the market, tied high on flower racks, and ropes were wrapped around their necks. Their wrists and ankles were tied to the bamboo behind them, and their bodies leaned forward, leaning only on both knees and hanging hair to support the weight of their bodies.

These people could not bear the torture of half-play or half-abuse. They were hung to the point of trembling, bleeding from the roots of their knees, tears flowed, and a very miserable and terrifying whine, and they could not say a word.

Facing the fairyland-like flower-growing village on the riverside, this purgatory scene seemed particularly terrifying, and Hou Xuanyan even felt a little absurd. In a trance, he felt like he had led the eight hundred township soldiers back to Jiading.

Hou Xuanyan's soldiers had already surrounded these dozens of culprits. Their eyes were filled with cruel light of fearlessness, and they were murmured in Manchu.

Hong Yizhuo gritted his teeth and said, "Brother, it's the Tartars."

The Qing soldiers in the lead could not rush out, so they shouted, and the other Qing soldiers also howled together. They raised their swords and slashed, and in a flash, seven or eight heads had already fallen to the ground.

Hou Xuanyan said angrily: "Kill!"

Although these dozens of people are brave, they can't stand it for a moment than thousands of troops. Soon, only the leader was poked a few holes in his body and even slashed left and right with a knife.

Several Ming soldiers clamped him with spears from the air. Hong Yizhuo lifted his knife and cut off his arm holding the knife with one knife. The Tartar howled in pain, with a hideous and terrifying face.

Ming Jun, who was extremely angry, tied him up and hung him on a high shelf. He cut off his tendons, blinded one of his eyes, and cut off his ears and noses. He did not kill him, but turned around and left, allowing him to die in pain by the river.

The duck railings are covered with blood-seeking soil, and will soon be washed by the river. In addition to the howling leader of the Tartars, all the evidence of the massacre will be lost here soon. The beautiful flowers are still as beautiful as a fairyland, and even the corpses will turn into their fertilizer, making them more graceful and charming.

Hong Yizhuo stepped forward to investigate the people tied up one by one, his face was gloomy, and walked over and said, "Brother, there are no living people in this small village."

Hou Xuanyan didn't look back and said while walking: "March, head to Yuezhou."
Chapter completed!