In Baling City, facing a small attic facing Dongting Lake, it was as warm as spring. Hou Xuanyan had his arms naked, and his robe was taken off to his chest, revealing the arrow sores on his shoulders.

Miao'er stood by with a wooden plate, with the best golden sore medicine and a clean white cloth on it. Shuang'er bent down and twisted his arms, carefully removed the broken flesh and skin, revealing the red flesh and blood, and applying the golden sore medicine. Although the heat flow of the room was roasted by smokeless beast charcoal, it was the middle of winter, and Shuang'er's nervous forehead was sweating.

A bamboo curtain separated the attic, and a soldier from the Qianxiang Battalion outside was reporting. There was a forbidden body of Hou Xuanyan in the curtain, and his graceful figure could be seen through the curtain. He was obviously thin. The soldier stuck out his tongue and did not dare to look up again. He said, "General, the governor of Du led his troops across the river half a month ago. He followed the command of the general and specially picked up the Qing soldiers in the green camp to pursue him. He recovered Jingzhou Prefecture, De'an Prefecture, and Chengtian Prefecture in one fell swoop. In the whole of Huguang, only Xiangyang Prefecture is still in the hands of the Qing soldiers. General Du has been besieging Xiangyang for many days, and he will probably be able to get good news soon.

General Zhu Dadian from Yangzhou met Qing soldiers in Huai'an Prefecture and retreated back to Yangzhou without any fighting. Zhang Xianzhong went out of Shu to attack Hanzhong, but was blocked by his original subordinate Liu Liangzhong. Later, Wu Sangui, who fled west, happened to arrive and almost surrounded and annihilated Zhang Xianzhong's troops. Fortunately, his adopted sons bravely and fought to save Zhang Xianzhong."

Hou Xuanyan listened to Xiaobing's words, but his eyes kept staring at the lake downstairs.

A generous passenger ship on the lake was parked not far from the shore, and a banquet was set up on it. The Qing soldiers who were invited to the Jingxiang Battle and surrendered.

One after another, surrendered generals brought their personal soldiers to the shore, and a small boat led them to the boat. They were all the Qing Dynasty who surrendered. The family servant system was prevalent in the late Ming Dynasty, and the subordinates of these people were like their private soldiers. So even if they surrendered, they would be surrounded by them and were very majestic.

Seeing another person boarding the passenger ship, Hou Xuanyan asked, "Who is that?" After asking, his voice was still weak. This time he fell into the river and injured arrows, which really made his body very difficult. Although famous doctors from Baling gathered for treatment and used the best medicine to condition them, half a month later, they still had not fully recovered. The war on the front line had to be entrusted to Du Yinxi.

Qianxiang Camp had already investigated the information of these surrendered generals clearly. The soldier looked back and said casually: "The commander-in-chief, that was Wu Weihua. When Dorgon entered the capital in the 17th year of Chongzhen, he worshipped the head of the horse and won the favor of Dorgon. Last year, he recommended himself to Shaanxi to recruit appeasements, and this time he was dispatched to lead troops to Huguang to assist in the war. He had about 20,000 soldiers and horses under him. Because he recruited many anti-Qing righteous troops in Shanxi, the Qing Dynasty appointed him as a marquis of respect and honor, and his title was not low."

Hou Xuanyan nodded and said, "Since these people surrender, have some people secretly urged them to repeat themselves?"

The soldier smiled and said, "That's not the case, but when the brothers in the camp lurked, they often heard them disrespectful to the commander-in-chief."

Hou Xuanyan sneered and patted Miao'er's buttocks, signaling her to put on her clothes. Under the cloth strip just tied on her shoulder, a cool feeling came from. Hou Xuanyan secretly sighed that ancient Chinese medicine doctors had their own ways, and it was indeed not a lie.

"What did they say?"

The soldier thought for a while and said, "The third person to come in the morning, Sun Zhixie was appointed as the Right Minister of the Ministry of Rites. This time he recommended to follow Tong Dai. When our fire camp attacked Wuchang, he fled from Wuchang Mansion to Wu Sangui's command. Seven days ago, he once told his nephew: Hou Xuanyan wanted to conquer these more than 100,000 surrendered soldiers, and they were inseparable from us. Without us, he dared to use those big-headed soldiers with confidence?

Xie Qiguang, who had just arrived on the shore, was from Zhangqiu, Shandong. He once said three days ago: It’s a pity that Hou Xuanyan didn’t shoot him to death. He is really a turtle and has a strong life.”

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The soldiers explained the identity of the speaker one by one, and then they could remember them clearly. They were well organized and had their identities and positions very clearly. These soldiers from the Qianxiang Battalion were indeed carefully selected from each battalion. They were not only agile, but also alert and intelligent.

Hou Xuanyan sneered while listening. Miao'er beside him was filled with an atmosphere and bulged her cheeks and said, "These people really like to gossip, but unfortunately they are not capable enough. They are caught by the master."

Hou Xuan spoke, "These officials are crazy and thought their subordinates were really loyal. They just licked blood from the knife and made a living. The north has been famine for years, and these big-headed soldiers are willing to work hard to give him food. As for whether what I said is accurate, we can verify it immediately." After Hou Xuan's speech, his eyes were cold and stern.

The surrendered generals on the lake sat down one after another and greeted each other. Some of them were old acquaintances, while others had not met for a long time. In this battle, they were transferred to Wu Sangui's command and came to Jingxiang.

This tower ship is exquisitely carved, with delicious wine and delicious food on the ship. These people suddenly left. The main seat was Yuan Jixian, the governor of Yuezhou. This place was his home court. Although Yuan Jixian's official position has declined, his prestige in the Ming Dynasty was very high. He raised his glass and said, "Everyone, I will gather you here today in order to hope that you can unite and take your subordinates to regain your hometown for the Ming Dynasty. Let's put aside our past grudges from now on, and we will be our own people from now on."

The surrendered generals toasted one after another, and the guests and hosts were all happy, and there was a peaceful scene. No one could have imagined that half a month ago, the river outside the city was still scarlet. The smoke of gunpowder had not yet dissipated, and it seemed that spring had already entered early.

Yuan Jixian smiled and said, "Duke Yue was seriously injured, but he still did not forget you. He is in the attic in front. I will ask the Duke of the State to ask if I can take everyone to toast."

Xie Qiguang, who secretly called Hou Xuanyan the life of a turtle, stood up and said excitedly: "Just that's what it should be, Duke Yue took us to abandon the darkness and turn to the light, which was like rebirth of parents. We went to toast, to show our loyalty and to fulfill our filial piety. Duke Yuan can go quickly."

The rest of the people in the tower boat cursed the flattering spirit in their hearts, but they blurted out their words even more numb than him. Yuan Jixian had a small bump on his body, which was unbearable. He hurriedly stood up and said, "Everyone's heart, Yuan will go now."

He waved his hand and a small boat came over, and Yuan Jixian took him to board the boat.

After a while, the boat slowly sank and sank to the bottom of Dongting Lake with countless terrified shouts.
Chapter completed!