Sony stood on the other side of Zhulong River and listened to Kong Youde's report: "Bakish, Mr. Kong, who was sent to Hejian Mansion, has successfully surrendered Zheng Zhifang. Zheng Zhifang has agreed to reorganize the army. At noon tomorrow, the retreat of Wang Xuejun will be cut off, making it difficult for him to fly."

Sony nodded with satisfaction: "Zheng Zhifang's surrender has opened up the situation for us in Shandong and made a good start. In the future, we will become easier for us to manage Shandong."

Kong Youde nodded: "Shandong Zhu Shuai is just a person who has no ambition and cannot be beaten by the Zhu family. His appeal and ability are not worth mentioning. He is just an excuse for those unwilling guys. What is really worth worrying is the regent who came out inexplicably on the opposite side. Because he has the legitimate Prince and the Princess in his hands."

Paolangtai curled his lips: "As long as Zheng Zhifang cuts off Wang Xuejun's retreat, our army will come out together, and after all, he will die without a place to bury him."

Sony smiled contemptuously and shook his head: "It is unrealistic to count on Zheng Zhifang to cut off Wang Xuejun's retreat."

"Why?"

"Because Zheng Zhifang is just a swaying cartilage, can you expect his men to fight to the death?"

Yes, it is unrealistic to bring out any general. It is not realistic to expect a person with a corrupt and unsteady will to bring out a group of soldiers who dare to fight and fight to the death.

In this case, it is better to go to the tree, catch a pig, or bring a litter of cubs.

"Have Azig's team crossed the river?" Sony asked.

Paolangtai rewarded: "Because the Zhulong River is deep and wide, if Ajige wants to build a floating bridge to cross the river, it will take as soon as tomorrow night to reach Hejian Mansion.

Sony frowned, but he could do nothing.

The Zhulong River originates from the west. The eastward, the larger the river water, the deeper the river, and wider the river, which is also powerless to Ajige.

"The battle depends on us. Send someone to urge Ajige. Once the pontoon bridge is successfully built, you don't have to enter Hejian Mansion again. You must go twice and penetrate Wang Xuejun's back."

Pailanta called out a thousand times, and then yelled, turned around and arranged for himself.

"Where are those people who went east?"

Now, only the people can hold back Wang Xuejun who is shouting that he loves the people.

"Almost all of them have crossed Ziya River."

"That means, there are still people who haven't passed. Who else hasn't crossed the river?"

"Report to Bakesh, the princess hasn't crossed the river yet, and she is still here, directing the people to cross the river and stabilize the people's hearts."

Sony sighed: "I didn't expect that Chongzhen, who poisoned the world and forced the people to live in poverty, gave birth to a child who loved the people."

Kong Youde had a resentment and anger on his face: "As long as the princess has not crossed the river, Wang Xuejun must stick here. Otherwise, if the princess is lost, the bullshit literati and officials in the world will never forgive him."

Sony nodded, "I'm not sure about killing Wang Xuejun this time. So, if you want to kill him, you have to work harder."

Then he turned his head and looked at Kong Youdedao: "This battle is over, I have to go back to Beijing."

Kong Youde pretended to be surprised: "How can this be done? The overall situation here still needs you to be in charge of the dispatch."

Sony shook his head: "The things here are small things, you and Ajige can handle them. I need to go back and suggest to the Regent to take advantage of the greed of the small court of the Southern Ming Dynasty to suppress the thieves for them, so that they can attack Wang Xuejun and his prince. Sometimes, it is better to use the enemy's hands to achieve results."

As soon as Kong Youde said this, it felt like he was hurt by a snail.

In fact, most of the reason why his adoptive father was killed by Yuan Chonghuan was the Qing Dynasty who took advantage of Yuan Chonghuan's eagerness to negotiate with the Qing Dynasty and encouraged Yuan Chonghuan to take action.

But, but, alas—

Sony seemed to feel Kong Youde's psychological changes and immediately changed the topic: "Okay, go and notify the infantry to slow down the speed of building wooden rafts, order the artillery battalion, and stop bombarding the enemy positions across the river."

"Why?"

"We can't force Wang Xuejun into a hurry and buy time for Ajige."

"Bakish is Bakish, I can't wait for my talent." Kong Youde flattered Sony in a small way.

The next day, the sun rose, and Sony burst out of the tent with a refreshing spirit and looked at the east first; the sun was about to rise, and a bright morning glow burned in the horizon to the east.

Sony frowned and turned his head to look northwest. Although it was not bright yet, there was already a dark cloud.

I reached out and felt a slight south wind, as if I had held a piece of water in my hand, which was so wet that it made people feel uncomfortable.

"It's going to rain." Sony judged: "And it must be a heavy rain."

Kong Youde was excited to hear the news: "This is a good thing. As soon as it rains, it will turn into a large plain in Ziya River. At that time, if Wang Xuejun wants to escape, he will not be able to escape.

Even if he fled to the Ziya River, the river water surged, and he couldn't get through. Hahaha, Wang Xuejun is about to be destroyed, so who can stop him?"

Sony also became happy: "The prince is right. As long as it rains heavily, no one can save Wang Xuejun. The Qing Dynasty will lose one disaster. This is really a blessing for the Qing Dynasty."

At this time, Pailanta walked over leisurely: "Baksha's slow army plan is really successful. Look at the enemy's position opposite, how quiet it is. The quiet birds landed on the battle flag without being shocked. Go to bed, go to bed, this is the last sleep of those guys."

Sony looked opposite along Herd's hand.

The rising sun was rising, and a thin mist swelled up on the Zhulong River, slowly and gently swaying on the river surface.

The enemy's position opposite was also brought out by the increasingly humid air.

The fog was not big, it was like a veil covering the huge plain.

The dew in the dark night wet the flags on the other side, and the breeze couldn't blow, and it just drooped like a wilted trumpet.

At the tip of a big flag, there was a beautiful bird of unknown name standing quietly, and from time to time, combing the feathers wet with water vapor.

Everything seems so quiet.

Faced with such a scene, Sony, who was deeply influenced by the Han culture, had to sigh to his heart: "The world is so peaceful, if it can last for a long time--" Suddenly, his neck seemed to be pinched by someone.

Everyone was about to listen to his words and then give a compliment, but the following was gone.

When I turned my head and saw that Sony's face suddenly turned pale and his breathing was very difficult, but his hand was still pointing at the mist opposite him, and he couldn't speak.

Seeing this, everyone thought Sony had a sudden illness and felt that he was helping him and shouting.

Sony trembled his hands after a long time of catching a pit: "The birds on the flag are not scared, and the birds are not scared--" Then he jumped up as if he was hysterical: "The enemy runs away, the enemy runs away."
Chapter completed!