"Although I am not as good as Taizu and Chengzu, I still raise the army single-handedly, and even today."
After saying this, Zhu Yixi immediately became dissatisfied.
"Don't you think that I am Emperor Yingzong?"
As soon as these words came out, all the ministers were frightened.
Because of the venerable taboo, Zhao Shu quickly explained: "Emperor Yingzong was just deceived by Wang Zhen. Your Majesty must not speak like this. I have no such intention."
"It's better if you don't have it!"
Zhu Yixi led their army and said to himself:
"In the past during the Northern Song Dynasty (the Northern Song Dynasty and the Southern Song Dynasty were the names distinguished by the ancients), the Khitan people drank from the Yellow River. If Song Zhenzong hadn't gone north to boost morale, how could they have achieved such a victory?"
"Don't worry!"
The emperor rested his hands on his back, raised his head and said confidently: "I am not a famous commander, but I know a little bit about military affairs. It is up to the generals to fight, and I am encouraged to sit in command."
At this point, he used the word "I" to express his true feelings.
"Although only more than 5,000 people were left in this battle, the morale of the Qing Dynasty was greatly reduced!"
At this point, he asked Lu Daqi: "How many people will fill the Eight Banners if we march south with 100,000 troops?"
"Your Majesty, the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty are 30,000, the Eight Banners of the Mongolia are 30,000, and the Eight Banners of the Manchu are 40,000..."
"Less than half the people!"
Zhu Yixi murmured: "As far as I know, the Eight Banners only number one hundred thousand. If we destroy this army, Beijing will let us make choices."
"It is estimated that Dorgon will move back to Liaodong!"
"There are still several months until spring rain and summer, and we can't wait for that time."
The emperor loudly said: "It's time for a decisive battle."
"Pass my order to rest in the capital camp for two days, and then head north——"
"Follow the Holy Order!"
Several people had no choice but to accept it.
In fact, Zhu Yixi did not want the Beijing camp to be wasted in Yangzhou, and passively blocking it at all levels was too much to take for granted.
Moreover, only in field battles can the musketeers display their best strength.
What's more, the blockades along the way from Pizhou to Huai'an, coupled with the failure of the sneak attack, were enough to weaken the morale of the Qing Dynasty.
"The time for the decisive battle has come!"
Looking at the sky outside the window, there are only a few frightened birds hovering in the sky, which makes winter feel particularly lonely.
…
Shortly after Hauge attacked the camp, Shanyang County, which was under the control of Huai'an Prefecture, was also defeated.
In other words, it was breached two days ago, and they just kept fighting in the streets, retreating while fighting, and constantly sneak attacks, which made the Qing army miserable.
Finally, seeing that the situation was irreversible, Li Jingwu retreated with the remaining troops.
The Qing army refused to give up and pursued them closely.
However, Bai Wang and others, who had retreated to the bank of the canal long ago, went to meet them and were spared the pain of pursuit.
"control!"
Bai Wang, Zhao Guangyuan and other generals came to pay homage one by one.
"It's okay!" Although his face was covered with dust and he looked particularly embarrassed, Li Jingwu was a veteran of many years of fighting, and he recovered quickly:
"According to the established strategy, we will continue to privately sell the city."
"However, Huai'an Prefecture fell and the morale of the soldiers was low, making it difficult to defend the city."
“We must hold on even if difficulties arise!”
Li Jingwu said with a straight face.
Although he felt that there was something wrong with the imperial court's strategy, this was not the time to question it.
Almost all of the generals in front of them were forced to abandon the city and flee. If they said there was no impact, it would be a lie.
Li Jingwu gritted his teeth, stood up and said: "The canal is right next to it, and His Majesty is in Yangzhou. If any of you don't want to fight, I can let him go back to Yangzhou to enjoy his happiness."
Guao
This time, no one said anything.
However, these people were already powerful generals. Their hearts were depressed and their faces were ugly. They were forced to leave by the king's orders.
After everyone left, Li Jingwu sighed: "The imperial court only considered Nanjing, but never thought that the strategy also needs people to execute it."
Just when he forcibly cheered up and kept sorting out the contradictions, he suddenly discovered that the Manchu Qing Dynasty had stopped in Shanyang County to rest and recuperate.
Next, there was news that Yangzhou was attacked and the emperor decided to go north for a decisive battle.
This news came from the bastion, which instantly boosted the sluggish morale.
Generals such as Bai Wang, Wang Guangen, Zhao Guangyuan, and Yan Guochao were also in high spirits and were waiting for the arrival of the imperial commander with rosy faces.
Li Jingwu breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that my letter has had an effect.
At this time, the Qing army, which was temporarily resting in Shanyang County, also encountered a choice again.
Hauge hasn't heard from him for many days, so that's all.
However, the gunpowder in the army has been exhausted, and the red cannon has become a tiger without claws, and can no longer show off its power.
This was extremely fatal to the Qing army.
This also means that the Qing army will use flesh and blood to make up for the lack of artillery.
"Is there no news from the court yet?"
Jilharang's face was slightly gloomy, he was sitting on the tiger leather chair, his chest full of anger.
"Beijing is already collecting gunpowder, and it will take several days to deliver it."
Luckard sighed, shook his head and said, "Even if we arrive, I'm afraid it won't be much."
Of course Jilharang knew this situation.
The gunpowder in the army was obtained after half a year of searching. It may not take more than a few days to search again in just a short time.
"Why did this damn Akito build so many cities?"
Jirharan cursed, his mood was extremely bad.
"General, it's time to discuss how to fight now."
Luckard sighed: "No matter how tempting Yangzhou is, I still can't get through it."
"In this case, we can only go west to Fengyang, Luzhou."
Jierhalang also nodded with interest, his face full of unwillingness.
Even if Luzhou is captured, what will happen to Fengyang? Their goal is Nanjing, the Ming Emperor. It is of little significance to occupy a few more state capitals, but it will be a waste of troops.
However, when the primary goal cannot be achieved, the only option is to expand the territory and expand the territory.
At this time, suddenly a messenger came: "General, we have received news from the south."
"What?"
Jirhalang looked at the letter on the table, opened it eagerly, and was surprised after reading it.
"What?" Luckard asked hurriedly.
"It's news from Hauge!"
Jierhalang smiled: "He was defeated and fled. Although he disrupted the Ming army, he did not harm the puppet emperor at all."
"Well?" Luckard was confused. What's so exciting about this?
It’s fine if Hauge loses, but it’s the Eight Banners athletes who suffer the loss!
"Hahaha!"
Jierhalang stood up and laughed happily: "We don't need to go west. The puppet emperor suffered a lot from the attack by Haoge. He was extremely angry and prepared to go north in person."
"In other words, he no longer hides in Yangzhou, but chooses to fight us decisively."
Luck Dehun couldn't help but smile: "Then Hauge has done something good, and it's not all useless."
"This false emperor is crazy, but he suits our wishes."
"Hahaha, that's right!"
Ji'erhalang swept away his previous reluctance and said with high spirits: "The gunpowder will be here by then, just in time to capture the false emperor alive and perform a miraculous feat."