June 11th, the willow bank, the waning moon in the morning wind, and the mist.

The dew on the tower dripped from the eaves.

In the city wall corridor, moss marks are gradually growing on the wet stone bricks.

"The floor is slippery, so be careful when handling!"

The officers were directing Minzhuang to carry supplies to the city. The soldiers guarding the city were already in their positions, looking nervously into the distance.

The diffuse fog made visibility very low.

Zhang Guowei was lying on the top of the city observing the city, followed by a group of staff and generals guarding the city.

"It's too humid, can the firearm still be used?" Zhang Guowei asked with a worried look. The air is full of moisture, which brings great trouble to the use of firearms, especially lead powder, which cannot be used once it gets wet.
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"I've already told you to go down and take measures to prevent moisture." Xu Fuyuan answered with a folding fan in his hand. Zhang Guowei left the logistics of Minzhuang to Xu Fuyuan, so Xu Fuyuan, who knew the importance of firearms, made arrangements early.

In the thick fog, a fast horse rushed to the bottom of the city and shouted at the top of his lungs: "The Qing army has arrived at Tangqi and is joining forces to repair."

Then, the knight turned around and disappeared into the fog.

Suddenly, everyone in the city was excited.

Guarding the north wall were Fang camp soldiers. After they had enough food and pay, Fang Guoan tidied up the camp soldiers, so the morale of the army was at this time, and the soldiers were not too panicked.

Under the battlements, a junior soldier said to his companions: "Xiaowu, my legs are a little weak."

"What, you're scared? You're a coward!" said my companion Xiao Wu with disdain.

"No, that girl was so energetic yesterday, I almost gave me a pout." The young soldier rubbed his legs, with an afterthought on his face, and said leisurely.

Zhang Guowei and his party happened to approach the two of them and overheard their conversation. Fang Yuanke, who was following behind him, turned pale. He had been rectifying military discipline recently, but he had accumulated shortcomings for a long time and had little effect for a while.

The matter of recruiting prostitutes is also the most troublesome thing for him. He can only turn a blind eye, but this kind of thing cannot be talked about.

Zhang Guowei led everyone over with an expressionless expression. The two soldiers hurriedly saluted in panic. Seeing Fang Yuanke's fierce eyes, they couldn't help but tremble.

After getting off the city, Zhang Guowei stopped, turned around and said to Fang Yuanke: "This is war time, and the army has accumulated shortcomings. We have to wait until the war is over to completely solve them. Winning soldiers with external things is never a long-term solution."

"The last general will obey the teachings of Taiwan!" Fang Yuanke saluted.

"Do a good job and defend Hangzhou, and I will give you a blessing!" Zhang Guowei stroked his beard and said with a smile. The reason why he said so much to Fang Yuanke was that he felt that the young man in front of him was a talent that could be made with him.

Uncle Fang Guoan is different at heart.

Fang Yuanke was overjoyed when he heard this, and immediately knelt down and kowtowed in thanksgiving.

"The final battle will be fought to the death!"

Zhang Guowei nodded with satisfaction, and then led everyone to inspect the east and south city walls guarded by Sun Jiaji's troops.

Tangqi, a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, with blue bricks and black tiles, small bridges and flowing water.

This town was built in the Northern Song Dynasty. Since the Yuan Dynasty, merchants have gathered and it has become a large town. Until this dynasty, it became a rich and prosperous place and became a beauty land in the south of the Yangtze River and a canal pearl town.

The land here is fertile and the products are abundant, especially mulberry and hemp.

On both sides of the canal, there are wind curtains and green curtains, and there are houses here and there. On the canal, the water is shining, the water is singing at night, and the literati and poets are all here, chanting and admiring the haze.

The city in the town is lined with pearls, the houses are full of flowers, and there is an endless stream of people coming and going.

Unfortunately, today is the morning of June 11th.

On the seven-hole Guangji Bridge spanning both sides of the canal, several generals wearing red-edged white armor were following a middle-aged man at a short distance.

The man was wearing a four-striped robe, holding a riding whip in his hand, leaning on the railing and looking at it. His braid hanging behind him was very delicately styled.

"It is said that the southeast is the most beautiful city in the three Wu cities. Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. It is really well-deserved." Duduo couldn't help but sigh. He spent half his life in the army, fighting all the way from the white mountains and black waters to the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River. Finally, he understood the romance in the poetry of the Han people.
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"Prince, I think there is too much water here, and the twists and turns are not smooth. Even the horses of our Qing Dynasty can't move their legs." Berenike was wearing an armor with white flags and a treasure bow on his back.

The bow was given to him by Emperor Shunzhi for his military exploits.

"Nikan, conquering the world and ruling the world are two different things." Duduo said with emotion.

Nikan shook his head, looking puzzled.

Beizi Tunji on the side also had the same expression. He looked at Nikan and said, "Prince, when are we going to attack Hangzhou? We, the Eight Banners, can no longer hold back."

"Don't worry, wait for the news from Boluo. Later, I will write a letter and send it to Hangzhou to King Lu of the Ming Dynasty." Duduo said.

"If you ask me, just blast open the city gate with a cannon, rush in and kill them all, and that's it." Beizitun Jisheng entered the cattle road.

"That's right, the prince of the province doesn't waste any more words." Since the massacre of Yangzhou, the Eight Banners Army has been unable to stop the car. They massacre wherever they go, and senior generals like Nikan are becoming even more crazy.

Duduo turned his head and glanced at the two of them expressionlessly. Tunji and Nikan were shocked and hurriedly knelt down to salute, not daring to say anything.

"Go back and take care of your subordinates. Don't destroy this pond." Duduo said coldly.

"Slave, I obey." They both bowed their heads and replied.

After stopping on the Guangji Bridge for a long time, Duduo took the people for a stroll in the town. However, at this time, the streets were empty. People in the town heard that the Qing army massacred Deqing and began to go south. They had already fled one after another, leaving behind

The only ones left were the old, weak, sick and disabled who couldn't run away.

After the Eight Banners Army moved in, due to Duduo's strict orders, there was no burning, killing or looting, so those who stayed behind temporarily saved their lives.

I walked around the street for a long time. Along the way, the doors were closed and there was no sound. After walking a long way, I suddenly found a small courtyard with an open door. Inside, an old man and a young man were playing.

This made Duduo very surprised, so he stopped at the door.

The courtyard is very small, with two or three rooms. The flowers planted in the courtyard have withered. The old man is sitting on the bluestone steps, holding the baby in his arms and teasing him.

Duduo thought for a while and walked into the yard. The old man noticed the visitor and hurriedly put the child on the ground beside him. Then he stood up, straightened his simple clothes, and bowed his hands in salute. Then he said: "The family has no food left, only

A bowl of cold water, please forgive me for not being able to serve you."

After saying that, the old man sat down again and picked up his grandson.

"Old man, is this your grandson?" Duduo asked with a smile while standing in the yard.

"Ah, exactly, almost one year old." The old man said, and couldn't help but smile on his face. It was obvious that he enjoyed this family happiness very much.

"Why are you two old and weak, the father and mother of the child?" Duduo found that it seemed that there were only two people in this family, no one else.

"Dead, all dead, died in Deqing." The old man smiled and looked up at Duduo.

Duduo narrowed his eyes, and the old man's smile made him feel a little bit scary.

"Do you know who I am?" Dodo asked.

"This old man is the 23rd year of the Wanli reign of the Ming Dynasty. I know that you are the fifteenth son of Nurhaci and Prince Duduo of Heshuo Yu." The old man suddenly said with a serious voice and a solemn face. Suddenly, a smell of oil emanated from his body.

However, pride is born.

At this time, Nikan and Tunji, who were standing at the door, cast stern glances instantly, with murderous intent surging.

Duduo didn't change his expression and said with a chuckle: "You are much more courageous than the Ming princes in Nanjing City."

"Hahaha, I don't care about others. I only know that our great Ming Dynasty is a country of etiquette. We educate all people to be loyal and filial, that's all." The old man was neither humble nor arrogant. He held his little grandson in his arms and said with a calm smile.

Duduo did not answer, but pulled the cute little hand of the babbling child and said with a smile: "Since he comes from a scholarly family, this child will definitely be the pillar of my Qing Dynasty when he grows up."

When the old man heard the words, he laughed loudly, stood up with his grandson in his arms, and said to Duduo: "Thank you very much for your appreciation, the prince. Please wait a moment, and I will get a bowl of water for the prince."

Duduo smiled and nodded.

With his grandson in his arms, the old man walked to the well in the courtyard, moved the manhole cover away with one hand, and then paused for a moment.

"Hey, you old man, why don't you do it?" Tunji shouted loudly.

Duduo smiled and stood up and turned around, wanting Tunji to be polite, but the moment he turned around, he saw the old man throwing the infant child into the well.

In an instant, the smile on Duduo's face froze, and even Nikan and Tunji were stunned.

There was a dull sound of falling water coming from the well, and then calmness returned after a burst of noise.

The old man turned around and stared at Duduo with red eyes: "How can my Qilin son be a jackal?"

After saying that, he shouted, "I have received the emperor's favor for decades, and I will die for justice today!"

Then he jumped into the well and died.
Chapter completed!