As Yuan Chonghuan and the battalion commanders arrived at the command position, the morale of the Ming army was greatly shaken. A burst of arrows drove back the Qing soldiers attacking the city. Liu Ziguang took the opportunity to push the human shield Fan Wencheng onto the top of the city.
"It's Mr. Fan!" Dorgon was shocked and raised his right hand decisively. The flag officer next to him hurriedly waved his command flag. There was a sound of gongs, and the attacking Qing army retreated like a tide. The battlefield suddenly became silent.
A lot.
The last thing he expected to happen happened, Fan Wencheng was arrested! Through the telescope, Dorgon saw the gray hair of Fan Wencheng, the first civil servant of the Qing Dynasty, blowing in the wind on the tall city wall of Yanzhou, between the two crenels.
He was dancing in the middle, and behind him stood two fierce-looking burly men. They put a sharp steel knife on Fan Wencheng's neck. Another pair of hands grabbed Fan Wencheng's braid and led the frail old man like a dog.
Looking along these hands, the owner of the hands is a young man wearing a blood-red shirt, with a strong body and a ferocious face. He is looking around, and suddenly his eyes meet Dorgon's, with eyes like torches and murderous intent.
The man looked in the direction of Dorgon and smiled evilly. He stretched out the middle finger of his other hand and gestured at him. Could he see me? Dorgon, who had been fighting for many years and killed many people, was frightened for no reason and hurriedly put down his hands.
Telescope, I haven't seen such a terrifying young man for a long time. Could he be the most powerful general in the Ming Dynasty who chased Fulin's child until he lost his boots?
"Send the order, ask someone to shout, let Mr. Fan go, the Qing Dynasty will withdraw immediately!" Dorgon turned around and said. There are still many opportunities to seize Yanzhou, but there is only one Fan Wencheng, the Qing Dynasty cannot live without Fan Wencheng! Dorgon cannot
There is no Fan Wencheng! Fulin cannot live without Fan Wencheng!
Mr. Fan in the telescope looks obviously older. I haven't seen him in just one month. He seems to have aged ten years. For the sake of the Qing Dynasty, Mr. Fan is really like Zhuge Liang of the Shu Han Dynasty. He worked hard and died. As a
A Han is more loyal to the Qing Dynasty than the Manchus. It can be said that he has dedicated his youth to his life and his life to his descendants. Now Mr. Fan's sons also hold certain positions in the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty.
Since the war broke out in Shandong, the Qing Dynasty was weak in logistics and on the verge of defeat several times. Mr. Fan worked hard to raise food and grass in the capital, went north to Korea to buy rice, and went to the rural areas of Zhili to call on people to donate seed grain for next year. He also started from the poor.
One thousand taels of silver were used as military expenses from the family assets.
Attacking by force is worse than outwit. Seeing that the Southern Expedition encountered strong resistance from Yuan Chonghuan, Mr. Fan took the initiative to volunteer, went into danger alone, and went deep into the hinterland of the Southern Dynasties. He used a series of tricks to alienate the Ming Dynasty generals, annihilated most of the Zhejiang army, and burned mountains of food and grass. , but there was a mistake in the plan to kill Yuan Chonghuan, and the success fell short!
Mr. Fan's face in the telescope looks haggard, his gray beard is stained with blood and has been dried, and you can even see clear fingerprints on his face. Don't these beasts know how to respect their elders? Thinking of Fan Wencheng's appearance a month ago
When Jinan Mansion said goodbye to him, he was still in a feather fan and silk scarf, and he was so handsome. He didn't expect that he would be so miserable now. Dorgon couldn't help but his eyes were a little moist.
A loud-voiced Goshha shouted towards the city with his arms akimbo: "Listen, Prince Guorui of the Qing Dynasty and the Grand Marshal of the Southern Expedition has issued an order to release Mr. Fan immediately, so that our Qing army can cease the war immediately.
The two countries have begun peace talks. If there is no word of "no", the army will capture Yanzhou and massacre the city for three days, and will not accept your surrender!"
"Bah!" Liu Ziguang spat fiercely at the city, yanked Fan Wencheng's braid, pulled his old face in front of him and said: "Mr. Fan, your life is very valuable, you said if I let you go
, will Dorgon really withdraw his troops?"
"Of course the prince of the Qing Dynasty kept his word, there is no reason to go back on it." Fan Wencheng still straightened his neck and looked at Liu Ziguang without timidity.
"It is better to believe in Dorgon than to believe in a dog. I will let you go here, and he will attack the city on the other side." Liu Ziguang snorted at the Qing prince's promise of a daughter.
"Speak back and tell them to stop attacking the East and West camps, and I will let Fan Wencheng go." Liu Ziguang suddenly wanted to tease Dorgon's feelings.
A Ming army soldier with a loud voice shouted Liu Ziguang's words to the Qing army. Dorgon thought for a long time after hearing this, and finally ordered the east and west troops to retreat after a long while.
The beacons held high by the east and west camps for help became a signal for the enemy to retreat. It seemed that Dorgon had really kept his word. Fan Wencheng looked at Liu Ziguang looking from east to west with disdain, and sneered: "How can the loyalty of the prince be compared to you, a butcher dog?"
People like you can understand it, now you believe it, why don’t you let me go as soon as possible.”
With a "pop" sound, Liu Ziguang slapped Fan Wencheng's old face with his backhand. Blood splattered everywhere and a tooth fell out.
When his numb cheeks regained consciousness, Fan Wencheng continued to sneer and said: "This hero's martial arts is really good. He specializes in dealing with the old and weak. Is that all you can do? You are just a reckless man. You can only be a thug.
Already."
"Fart, my general is both wise and brave. He ambushed and killed 1,500 of your cavalry on the way to Yanzhou!" the soldier from the Death Battalion escorting Fan Wencheng retorted fiercely.
"Oh? Can't you tell that a reckless man can use tricks? I don't believe it." Fan Wencheng continued to sneer. He noticed a strange phenomenon. When Liu Ziguang hit him just now, Yuan Chonghuan, who was sitting behind him, had a smile on his face.
His expression clearly showed that he was dissatisfied with this uncivilized behavior of beating an old man, but why didn't Yuan Chonghuan, the head coach of the Xuzhou Army, directly stop the young man? Could it be that this person had a higher status than Yuan Chonghuan?
This is a doubtful point, but we can’t go into it now. The first goal now is to escape unscathed. Prince Rui really retreated his troops for the sake of his old bones. The prince has not forgotten himself, and the Qing Dynasty has not forgotten himself.
Ah...but just expecting the Qing Dynasty to make concessions cannot save one's own life. Ming people are cunning and shameless, so they must save themselves.
"It's just a coincidence. I don't believe you can defeat our Qing Dynasty cavalry. If I have troops in hand, only a hundred people can defeat Yanzhou. Do you believe it?" Fan Wencheng has lost several big teeth and has a leaky mouth.
Played the provocation method.
"Fart! You toothless old dog, my general is infinitely better than you in terms of wisdom and martial arts!" The simple soldier was angered.
"You are just talking nonsense. I am not good at martial arts, and you are not as good as my eight-year-old grandson in terms of resourcefulness. If you let me go and catch me again, then I will obey you." Fan Wencheng turned to Liu Ziguang directly.
explain.
"Excuse me, I'm not Zhuge Liang, and you're not Meng Huo. I don't have the time to play catch-and-release tricks with you, and you have the nerve to play cheap provocations. Don't you see everyone is laughing at you?" Liu Ziguang
I don't want to be fooled. It's not easy to catch Fan Wencheng. Letting the tiger go back to the mountains must not be done.
Yuan Chonghuan was busy delivering signals to the East and West camps, and had no time to pay attention to the bickering between Liu Ziguang and Fan Wencheng. A very high flagpole was erected on the city wall, with different colors and numbers of lanterns hanging on it, and orders were sent to the two camps.
, the East and West Camps also answered in the same way. The Qing army had just attacked them. The offensive was fierce, regardless of casualties, and the intensity was unprecedented. Fortunately, at the last moment, the Qing army suddenly withdrew its troops, so they could breathe a sigh of relief. Now they are repairing the camp.
, prepare equipment and prepare for the next wave of attacks.
As long as nothing happened in the east and west camps, Yuan Chonghuan breathed a sigh of relief. The Qing army only had these troops. If the troops were divided into three groups, one of them must be a feint attack. We must quickly identify which group is a feint attack so that we can take action accordingly. It is a night battle now, so we can’t see
We know the enemy's flag clearly, but judging from the intensity of the attack just now, it seems that the Han army's green camp is in the majority.
The loud voice of the Qing army, Goshiha, started to shout again: "General Ming has listened. Prince Qing Rui will keep his word. He has already withdrawn two groups of troops. Now it's your turn. Let Mr. Fan go as soon as possible. Our army will move forward immediately."
retreat."
"Shout and ask them to withdraw to the north of the Yellow River first, and then we will let Fan Wencheng go." Liu Ziguang ordered.
The soldier yelled back at the top of his lungs, making Dorgon almost jump up with anger. He had always played tricks on others, but now someone dared to play tricks on him. In addition, Obai, who had just withdrawn, asked unconvincedly why he wanted to withdraw his troops. He simply wanted to
Ran away.
"Shout, let them release Mr. Fan first, and then our troops will withdraw to the north of the Yellow River." The hostages are in the hands of others, so you can't be tough when you say it. When Mr. Fan comes back, hehe, Yanzhou must be wiped out with blood.
The shouting soldiers from both sides began to communicate. One side demanded that the troops be released first and then withdraw the troops. The other side emphasized that the troops should be withdrawn first and then the troops were released. As the two went back and forth, the hot-tempered soldiers began to curse.
"Han dog! I'm a ****! If you don't keep your word, you won't let people go even after the soldiers have withdrawn!" Goshiha roared like a mad dog, and a group of Eight Banners soldiers behind him who could speak Chinese also yelled and cursed.
"Dog Tartar, I'm going to fuck your grandma, get out to the north of the Yellow River, and then I'll let you go!" shouted someone from the top of the city.
Gradually, the two sides stopped arguing and turned into a simple scolding battle. More people joined in and collectively shouted slogans to greet each other's female elders. No matter whose voice was louder, the dirty words became more bizarre and obscene.
Dorgon was distracted when suddenly there was a thunderous scolding from the top of the city. He was so startled that he couldn't help but look up and saw the ferocious young man in red robe holding an iron loudspeaker and yelling at the city:
"I'll fuck your Qinggu Queen Mother Dayu'er's cunt!"
How could the Empress Dowager of the Qing Dynasty know her maiden name and be insulted by such obscene words? It is really unbearable! Prince Rui was immediately furious! He must not let Yu'er's name be tarnished like this!
After Liu Ziguang finished demonstrating the first sentence, he handed the big trumpet to the soldiers behind him and said easily: "You continue." Then the soldiers in the brigade put their hands over their mouths and vividly told the Qing troops about them and the Qing Dynasty.
The dirty stories that the empress dowagers had to tell each other. This was what Liu Ziguang remembered with an idea. He had watched a lot of braid dramas such as "The Secret History of Xiaozhuang" and "Empress Da Yu'er". Not only did he know the name of the empress dowager,
Da Yu'er also knew that the Queen Mother was not only related to Emperor Taiji Dorgon, but also had an affair with Han ministers such as Hong Chengxu. Why can't I do what others do? Why can't the Ming soldiers do so?
The Qing soldiers were stunned by the scolding, and they couldn't react for a while. They didn't know the name of the Empress Dowager of the Ming Dynasty, so they couldn't reply for the time being. Listening to Da Yu'er on the city wall, Da Yu'er's short dirty words, the Qing warriors
My teeth were all broken, and I wanted to rush to the top of the city and kill all these Han dogs who could only show their words.
Dorgon thought so too, but he couldn't do that. He couldn't be mad at the cunning Chinese dog. There was still Mr. Fan on the city wall.
"Send the order! Display the heads of the Ming army killed yesterday in front of the formation, let them see the martial arts of the Qing warriors, and let them tremble in front of the heads of their companions!" Following Dorgon's order, the Zhejiang soldiers who were surrounded and annihilated yesterday
The heads of the soldiers were brought up. In ancient battles, heads were the standard for testing achievements. Merits were rewarded based on the number of heads, and they were buried later.
More than 10,000 heads are not a small number. Most of them have been inspected and buried. What is available now is only a thousand heads. A team of cavalry was sent to quickly fetch the heads from the camp. Dozens of heads were taken from the camp.
The baskets were lined up in front of the formation, and with an order, thousands of human skulls rolled on the ground. The people in Shandong still wore braids in the style of the Qing Dynasty, and the heads with buns could only be soldiers of the Ming Dynasty. Although I knew
They were the heads of the Zhejiang Army, but after all they were soldiers of the Ming Dynasty and their comrades-in-arms. The city was filled with rage, and everyone demanded that artillery fire be fired to avenge the Zhejiang Army.
But this would be a disadvantage. Liu Ziguang turned around and said to Zu Dashou, who was sitting next to Yuan Chonghuan: "I can borrow his head."
The 1,500 Zhengbai Banner heads killed by the death camp happened to be brought to Yanzhou by Zu Dashou to ask for merit. Now they came in handy. Zu Dashou, who was discussing military aircraft with Marshal Yuan, immediately agreed happily.
Fifteen hundred human heads were placed in 150 straw baskets, ten in each basket, and were now used as cannonballs and fired with a steam repeater.
The straw baskets were not very familiar to begin with. After being shot out by powerful crossbows, they scattered in the air, like a goddess scattering flowers. The first batch of heads had not even landed on the ground, and the second, third and fourth batches were already there.
They flew out immediately after, and they were superior both in terms of momentum and quantity. The Ming army won this round.
Looking at the human heads with money and rat tails all over the floor, Ao Bai's tiger eyes breathed fire: "Your Majesty, fight! Han dogs have no faith. Even if we evacuate to the capital, they will not let Mr. Fan go!"
Dorgon finally became angry. The Ming army had no sincerity in releasing Mr. Fan. It seemed that they could only use force to rescue him. But if the troops were mobilized here, Mr. Fan's head would fall to the ground. What should we do?
Dorgon raised the telescope again. Fan Wencheng on the top of the city continued to be humiliated by those guys. The old man looked like he would rather die. Suddenly, Fan Wencheng kicked off his feet and flew down the city.
!
No! Mr. Fan is going to die for the Qing Dynasty! Dorgon shouted, feeling a sweetness in his throat, holding back the blood that was about to spurt out, and resolutely waved his hand: "Attack!"