The Qing army's camp was set up next to the canal. In the huge camp, tents were densely arranged.
Looking from a distance, you can't see the horizon at a glance!
People with trypophobia will probably scream out loud after watching this.
The command post of the Ming army was moved to Jiaxing City. However, due to the limited space in Jiaxing City, it was impossible for all the 70,000 to 80,000 Ming army to be stationed in the city.
The only ones stationed in Jiaxing City are Zhu Hongyu's imperial guards.
As well as cooking soldiers, medical soldiers and other units responsible for logistics.
Other parts of the Ming army were stationed at various places outside Jiaxing City, confronting the Qing army from a distance.
But it is obvious that the scale of the Ming army's camp was far less huge than that of the Qing army!
Zhu Hongyu, wrapped in a large cloak, stood at the top of Jiaxing City.
Looking at the Qing army camp in the distance, he said with emotion.
"This Chinese New Year, the atmosphere is too dull!"
"Although it's wartime, we can't live without it this year!"
Hearing this, Zheng Chenggong said hesitantly.
"Your Highness, the war is about to begin. If we are too lax, we may give the Qing prisoners an opportunity to take advantage of us!"
Zhu Hongyu waved his hand and said.
"It doesn't matter. Although it's wartime now, there's no need to be too nervous!"
"That string is too tight, which will actually affect morale."
"If nothing else, we still need to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner!"
"Drinking is free. No one can drink alcohol during wartime."
"But in terms of food, we have to provide it as much as possible. Let the people in the logistics department work overtime, slaughter some pigs and sheep, and make some dumplings!"
"Well, what's the Chinese New Year? If we don't even have dumplings, what's the New Year?"
Wang Ruxian cupped his fists to accept the order, and then went down to give the order.
Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. It is not an easy task to make dumplings to feed an army of 70,000 to 80,000 people before tomorrow.
No wonder, the cooks will be forced to work overtime tonight!
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The second day is the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month!
On this day, both the Ming and Qing armies had their camps closed and were preparing for the New Year.
Of course, neither side is a white rabbit, and when it's time to launch a sneak attack, they won't stop doing it just because it's the Chinese New Year.
However, after both parties sent out manpower and made preliminary attempts, they found that the other party was still vigilant even during the Chinese New Year.
There were many more open and secret sentries outside the camp than usual!
Seeing that a sneak attack was hopeless, they all had a tacit understanding and gave up the idea of a sneak attack.
Hong Chengchou dragged his sick body around the military camp and saw a large number of Qing soldiers gathering to eat, drink and talk, with a smile on his face.
After finishing his inspection, he was just about to return to his camp to rest.
But as soon as he returned to the big tent, he saw a messenger standing there, as if waiting for him.
The ordering soldier bowed his hands to Hong Chengchou and said hello.
"Sir Hong, the Governor please come to the tent to discuss matters!"
Hong Chengchou nodded in agreement, and then led by the messengers, left Wang Tuhai's tent.
As soon as he entered the Tuhai tent, Hong Chengchou saw that the important future of the Qing army in this battle was here.
For example, Wu Tuo, Li Guoying, Tai Ying'a and others.
After Hong Chengchou entered the tent, all eyes focused on him.
At first, Hong Chengchou thought it was nothing and just looked at it. It was normal for him to be stared at at the big tent where he finally entered.
However, after he entered the tent for a while, the eyes of these people still stayed on him.
Hong Chengchou felt something was wrong!
He looked around and asked directly, "What are you looking at?"
"Generals, why are you looking at me like this?"
Hong Chengchou asked.
As he spoke, he couldn't help but frown, his face full of confusion.
Tuhai, who was sitting in the main seat, cleared his throat and then spoke.
"Master Hong, just now, the Ming Dynasty Supervisor State sent an envoy to say that they wanted to send you a letter!"
While speaking, Tu Hai raised a letter in his hand and spoke.
"No, it's right here!"
Hong Chengchou's face darkened, Ming Chao Guo's method of sowing discord was a bit rough!
Although he knew that Tu Hai would most likely not doubt him, Hong Chengchou still stood up and explained.
"Sir, there is absolutely no collusion between the lower official and the Ming thieves!"
Tuhai nodded and said.
"Master Hong, there is no need to worry, I know, I know!"
"Can I still not trust Lord Hong?"
After saying this, Tuhai spoke again.
"Master Hong, don't you want to know what the Ming thief supervisor wrote in the letter to you?"
Hong Chengchou's mouth twitched, but he still spoke.
"So, the official is really curious!"
"Lord Tuhai, please find someone to read to you. This is a Chinese New Year, so we can have some fun!"
Hong Chengchou was very free and easy about this.
Because he knew that the less he cared about this matter, the less likely he would be suspected of being a treacherous thief.
Although there is a high probability that Tu Hai will not doubt him, Hong Chengchou, it is only a high probability.
There is still a certain chance that you will doubt him.
Hong Chengchou must try his best to clear his suspicions!
Tu Hai tore open the envelope, handed the letter to his personal attendant, and gave instructions.
"Let me read it to everyone!"
"Let's see what the Ming Dynasty Supervisor wrote to our Lord Hong!"
He took the letter personally and started reading it.
"Gift to Hong Chengchou"
Money has a rat's tail and is not ashamed, and its clothes and hats are on the left looking for a title.
The slave girl knelt down and called her master, but her dignity was lost in front of the ancestor's grave.
A very simple limerick, with no literary grace, no allusions, and not even rhyme.
Although it is certainly of a much higher standard than the poems written by Qianlong, it still only remains at the level of catchy.
If it were placed in front of some people in the literary world, it would be laughable.
But it doesn't matter, Zhu Hongyu doesn't care much!
What happened today was simply what he did casually.
Zhu Hongyu wrote such a limerick for no other purpose than to disgust Hong Chengchou.
Of course I don’t care anymore!
After I finished reading this short limerick, the big tent fell into an unspeakable silence.
Tu Hai's face looked a little unnatural.
After listening to this poem, the Han generals in the tent also had different expressions, and they all felt ashamed that their clothes had been stripped off.
Money has a rat tail, clothes are left and right...
It’s not just Hong Chengchou I’m talking about, they are also included.
Although the title of this poem is "Gift to Hong Chengchou", is it not about them?
Everyone's expressions were constantly changing, as if they had opened a large dyeing workshop.
Now there is only one thought in everyone's mind, damn, Ming Jianguo's mouth is really poisonous!
A limerick, but every sentence pierces people's hearts!
These Han generals were like this, let alone Hong Chengchou.
After all, Hong Chengchou was the target who was hit accurately, and the others were only accidentally injured by the impact.
Looking at this poem, Hong Chengchou didn't dare to think about what kind of reputation he would have in the history books after his death!
The title of the poem is directly "Gift to Hong Chengchou"...
Good fellow, what hatred and grudge!
Do you have to let Hong Chengchou "leave his name in history"?
Eyes of pity, ridicule, or gloating focused on Hong Chengchou.
Hong Chengchou's face gradually became more and more ugly.
He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.
The corners of his mouth twitched, as if he was trying to force a smile.
Hong Chengchou felt that his chest was so congested that he even had trouble breathing.