Guerrilla Yang Guohai marched into Fuya with his helmet on.
"Uncle, thieves have entered the city."
Tu Guobao had also put on a suit of armor early tonight and was currently polishing his sword with a whetstone. Hearing his nephew's report, he smiled proudly.
"This Wu Zhikui was once a famous martial arts scholar in the capital. He was skilled in using a hard bow and riding a fierce horse. He could make all kinds of flowers with his broadsword. He could even compose poems. He was a martial artist, but he became a disciple of Xia Yunyi, a famous scholar in Fushe.
, singing along with a group of slanderous literati. But it seems that he has been praising his bad feet for several years, and he has not read much serious military literature. "
"I was fooled by such a simple trick to lure the enemy. Haha, this is really a blessing from God."
Yang Guowei also laughed. He followed his uncle Tu Guobao to conquer all directions, but he was always busy making extra money. For example, after Tu Guobao came to Jiangning, he immediately found a new way to make a fortune, reselling private salt, saltpeter and sulfur.
Give your uncle three hundred taels of silver as a monthly gift.
Because the governor was his uncle and he was a guerrilla in Fubiao, Yang Guowei made a lot of money and made a lot of money every day.
Even he became more and more courageous. He dared to trade with Jing Benche from Chongming Island, Huang Fei and Wu Zhikui from Taihu Lake, Wu Yi from the White Waist Party, and Gu Sanmazi from Haihai. As long as he gave them money, he would give them the highest price.
Gao, he doesn't care if he's a pirate, a water pirate, or a rebel, let alone whether he's buying private salt or gunpowder.
But this does not prevent him from planning to destroy these rebels together with his uncle Tu Guobao.
Business is business, and credit belongs to credit.
"Are Li Yanling's cavalry ready outside the city?"
"Don't worry, uncle. As soon as we give the signal, he will lead his cavalry and falsely claim that the Eight Banners of Jiangning are coming. Each of his 1,580 Banners soldiers will be given two taels of silver and will be well fed.
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Tu Guobao was so distressed that he asked these Manchu cavalry to cooperate, but he actually spent three thousand taels of silver reward, which was really a waste of money. But these uncles couldn't move the money, so they gave Li Yanling an additional two thousand taels of silver.
"Uncle, don't worry about the money. When the two thieves Wu Zhikui and Huang Fei are taken down, there will be tens of thousands of prisoners. My uncle will hand them over to me and I will sell them to my uncle."
"Nowadays, a beautiful young woman in her mid-20s, especially one from an official family, can be sold for a hundred silver dollars. A virgin girl with good looks can be sold for more. Even an ordinary girl can be sold for four hundred silver dollars."
Fifty taels of silver, as long as the soldiers are young and strong without any disabilities, they are still very valuable. Then we can sell them at will, and the silver will come in handy."
Human heads can be claimed for merit, and prisoners can be secretly sold as slaves. The female dependents who accompany the army are even more valuable. As for the old and weak, they can be chopped off with a knife to obtain military merit.
You can even take the opportunity to rob the surrounding area and kidnap young village girls and women and sell them.
Tu Guobao admired his nephew's ability to make money. He was greedy for life and always retreated from the war, but he was indeed good at making money. In the past few years, he has been able to have a prosperous official career, from a surrendered general to a military officer.
When the governor arrived, besides being ruthless, he also had a lot of money to spend.
In troubled times, who doesn’t care about money?
"You prepare some gold for me when the time comes. Prepare more and I will give it to Hong Neiyuan when the time comes."
"I understand, gold is valuable and can be given away in an inconspicuous way."
In troubled times, gold is the most valuable. One tael of gold is now worth more than ten taels of silver. A large yellow croaker can be worth a box of silver. It is a high-quality gift.
"If you want girls, I'll choose some virgins."
"discuss later."
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Lu Zhiyu led eight hundred death squads to rush straight down the street. In the dark night of Gusu City, they were rolling like a manic fire dragon.
Outside the city, Wu Zhikui finally received the long-awaited signal.
He raised his spear and shouted, "Enter the city!"
Under the protection of three hundred servants, he led eight thousand men and horses towards Gusu City.
In the city.
The Lu Zhiyu Death Squadron, which was rushing forward like crazy, finally encountered resistance when they rushed to the vicinity of the academy.
Horses were set up in front, caltrops were scattered, and cannons were even set up.
Archers from three levels inside and three levels outside blocked the way.
There was a sound of cannon and a sudden burst of fire.
Iron sand and broken nails spurted out, sweeping across the street. The death squads who rushed in front fell instantly, followed by bows and arrows. The upper windows on both sides opened and rows of gunmen fired at them.
Lu Zhiyu shook his head and found that the place in front of him was empty. There were corpses everywhere on the ground, and they were screaming and wailing.
He raised his knife and shouted, "Charge!"
But the rain of arrows kept coming, the sound of gunshots kept coming, and another fell down.
At this time, the sound of footsteps came from the street behind, and a large group of spearmen rushed over.
Lu Zhiyu understood that they had been fooled.
This is a trap.
"withdraw!"
But it was too late to withdraw.
The narrow streets were like a trap at this time. The Qing army occupied the favorable terrain, shelled and fired arrows, and there were dense spearmen behind them. The death squads fell one after another.
Lu Zhiyu vomited blood from his mouth, held the knife high and could no longer stand. He stumbled and fell. He struggled to stand up, still holding the knife high, vomiting blood and shouting to the front, "Kill the thief, recover!"
A spear stabbed him hard in the back, and then several more spears stabbed him.
Blood was spat out in large mouthfuls.
"recover···"
The soldier lowered his head and became silent.
Yang Guowei swayed and walked over under the protection of his servants. He came to Lu Zhiyu and looked at this ruthless man, "He is a tough guy."
"Bring me the knife."
The servant pulled out the knife and handed it to him. Yang Guowei picked up the knife and slashed Lu Zhiyu's neck. He slashed several times without breaking the neck. "Hold it tight,"
Finally, after a few more cuts, he finally cut off the head. Picking up the head, he proudly showed off to his servants, "I fought bravely and beheaded the enemy general in the midst of thousands of troops, hahaha.
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Xumen.
Wu Zhikui led his army into the city. Just after half of the eight thousand people, a huge stone suddenly fell from the city, blocking the gate and dividing the eight thousand people into two.
Immediately afterwards, groups of armored soldiers rushed out from the city walls, from the houses on the streets, and from the shops.
These people were in groups of five or ten, holding bows, crossbows, and spears, and cut the thousands of Wu troops who rushed into the city into sections.
The head and tail cannot look at each other, and the left and right cannot be connected.
The Qing army was no more than a thousand, but it was very fierce and well-equipped. They had already set up an ambush. They made good use of the terrain and weather and killed Wu Zhikui's troops by surprise. Thousands of people outside the city looked at the suddenly closed city gate.
Staring, there is not even a siege ladder.
The thousands of men and horses in the city were suddenly ambushed from all sides and were completely stunned.
Wu Zhikui and his 300 servants were okay. They quickly gathered together after being attacked and barely resisted. However, after the other soldiers were cut and divided, especially by the fire and shouts of death from all around, they were so frightened and panicked that they had no idea what happened.
Morale quickly collapsed, especially among the new recruits, especially the gangsters and bandits who had gathered. Seeing that the situation was not good, they were unwilling to fight to the death and just tried to escape.
Wu Zhikui also knew that he had been ambushed.
His soldiers protected him and fought and retreated, rushing towards the city gate, not caring about the soldiers who were still panicking. At this time, Wu Zhikui and his soldiers were not thinking about how to gather their troops, boost morale, and fight with them.
The enemy is fighting to the death, but how to escape from this trap as quickly as possible.
They even used knives to chop down their own soldiers who were blocking the way, just to be able to run faster.
Finally, they escaped to the city wall, fought their way out, and finally escaped from Suzhou City by jumping over the wall with a hammer rope.
In the intense bloody storm, Wu Zhikui escaped with less than a hundred servants. Originally there were more than 4,000 people outside the city, but in just half a day, most of the soldiers outside had dispersed.
When it was almost dawn, Wu Zhikui, who had just managed to gather the remaining more than a thousand horses, was startled by the rapid sound of horse hooves. A black line came from the east, and countless armored cavalry were killed. For a while, it was impossible to tell how many there were.
The frightened defeated soldiers fled again.
The cavalry arrived in an instant, and there was a rampage. There was no one to resist, and the Wu tribe just tried to escape.
Under the protection of his servants, Wu Zhikui fled with all his strength on his horse, and finally escaped from Suzhou City far away when the sun shed thousands of red lights.
Looking back, I saw that there were only eight riders left.
With nearly nine thousand soldiers and horses, thousands of dependents and civilians, and more than ten thousand horses, they came to attack Suzhou City. In just one night, Wu Zhikui's army was defeated and dispersed. In the end, only he and his eight-horse servants were left.
Not only were the nearly ten thousand members of the tribe gone, but also the hundreds of servants were gone.
Looking at the embarrassed figure reflected in the water, Wu Zhikui, this tough and strong man, this commander-in-chief who was once famous in the capital, could compose poetry, play the piano, was good at riding and shooting, was good at fencing, and could dance the 108-style flower sword with Guandao.
I couldn't help but kneel down by the water and burst into tears.
