After losing the first battle, Liu Liangzuo was ordered to move to the east of the city. His 10,000 troops were now reduced to only 6,000.

He had been attacking fiercely for a long time, and suddenly Duduo's order came, asking Liu Zeqing to take his place, which made him feel a little depressed.

Sitting in the tent and drinking wine, since the surrender to the Qing Dynasty, his original 100,000 troops have been reduced to 10,000. He is always the vanguard in every battle. He knows in his heart that the Qing army is using him as cannon fodder.
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"General, I just made an observation and it seems that the defense on the east wall is weaker."

"Get out!"

The deputy general said loudly outside the tent, and Liu Liangzuo suddenly became angry.

The sky has darkened and the heavy rain has stopped.

The fierce fighting on the northern city wall finally subsided. Fang Guoan, who had been stabbed twice, lay on a stretcher and was carried off by Minzhuang.

Doctors from Huimin Pharmacy and the City Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic were all gathered at the Machine Temple in the northeast of the city, which was a temporary wounded soldier camp.

Fang Yuanke accompanied Zhang Guowei to inspect the casualties.

After a few hours, only 3,000 of the 5,000 defenders in the Fang camp were left, and only a few hundred of the 2,000 people in the Governor's Biao camp led by Yang Tinglin were left.

It can be said that the losses were heavy, and Zhang Guowei was heartbroken.

The corridors of the city wall have been stained red with blood, and there are broken arms and limbs everywhere. The faces of the living soldiers are full of dullness and numbness, and the eyes of the dead are wide open, and they are not closing their eyes.

The sound of bugles for the Qing army to close the camp was heard in the distance. Zhang Guowei followed the sound and saw that the Qing army was retreating and returning to the camp. It seemed that the enemy was exhausted and unable to attack again.

But the ferocious Eight Banners soldiers haven't moved yet, today is just an appetizer given to them by Duduo.

Tomorrow will be the most difficult time.

"To make Taiwan, the cabinet and the Ministry of War sent a document, hoping to transfer Chen Hongfan to guard the two gates of Nancheng." Yang Tinglin's face was stained with blood, and his official robe was in tatters. Although he was a civil servant, he followed Lu Xiangsheng, the governor of the five provinces, to fight in many places in his early years.

I have become accustomed to holding a knife in battle.

Today Yang Tinglin has been personally leading rescue teams everywhere and resolving many crises.

"Why are the Ministry of War and the Ministry of War at odds with each other?" Zhang Guowei was already under great pressure. When he heard that the Ministry of War and the Ministry of War were getting into trouble again, he couldn't help but feel a little exhausted.

Yang Tinglin let out a long sigh and said with a worried look on his face: "Making the platform, I'm afraid this is something I've got."

"That's all, let them go. I don't know where the rebels under Qian Sule's command in eastern Zhejiang are. It would be great if they could arrive as soon as possible."

Zhang Guowei looked at the retreating Qing army in the distance with a sad face, and felt a sigh in his heart. He knew that someone must have given the wind to King Lu and transferred Chen Hongfan to Nancheng. This was because he wanted to extend his hand to the military power.

After all, this was not a rare thing in the Ming Dynasty. Civil servants always wanted to have a few generals who were in charge of the army as their own cards.

The wind blows suddenly, and the stars shine brightly.

Xiao Wu's body had been carried down. Liu Shichang held the copper coins left by Xiao Wu in his hand and silently squatted beside his Fo Lang machine gun, crying.

Not far away, several soldiers from the same village were sitting back to back, saying nothing, all thinking about something on their minds.

On the top of the city, except for the crackling sound from the brazier, there was no sound.

Fang Yuanke and Yang Tinglin inspected various ministries.

"Is it safe to transfer people from Xicheng?" Yang Tinglin asked worriedly.

"The West City is next to the water, and the West Lake is a natural barrier. The Qing army cannot deploy there. It shouldn't be a big problem to transfer three thousand people here." Fang Yuanke temporarily took over the position of his uncle Fang Guoan and acted as military affairs agent for Fangying.
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Hesitating that the casualties would be too high, he thought about it and had to move more than half of the 5,000 people on the west city wall to the north city wall to replenish them.

"Actually, there's no need to take such a risk. Aren't there still guards who are overseeing the country and haven't boarded the city yet?" Yang Tinglin whispered.

Fang Yuanke stopped, looked at Yang Tinglin amusedly, and said, "Brother Yang, you really have been on the battlefield for a long time, far away from the center."

"What do you mean?" Yang Tinglin was a little confused, but as Fang Yuanke said, he had been away from the court for too long and was no longer so sharp.

"Those ten thousand direct guards are the sense of security for His Highness Prince Lu, both internally and externally..." Fang Yuanke quietly explained to Yang Tinglin when he saw that there was no one else around.

The words were very straightforward. Yang Tinglin understood it instantly, and then patted Fang Yuanke on the back with a solemn expression and said: "It seems that I should continue to lead the people to fight."

"Brother Yang, you are a Jinshi!" Fang Yuanke's eyes widened in confusion. This was the first time he saw a dignified Jinshi kill an enemy with a sword.

"Director Lu is my role model. Besides, killing the enemy and serving the country is not a matter of civil or military service. A man should carry a three-foot sword!" Yang Tinglin said impassionedly, and his fiery heart could not be hidden under the tattered official robes.
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Fang Yuanke couldn't help but give a thumbs up silently. This was the first scholar he admired from the bottom of his heart.

"Tomorrow, let's have another good fight!"

"It's a deal!"

After the two said this, they left separately, and they had to appease their subordinates.

The strong people carried hot food to the top of the city. The big cakes were hot with soup, and the tangy aroma suddenly filled their nostrils.

The originally dull city gradually became lively.

Those numb soldiers seemed to have their souls returning to their bodies, and their numbness turned into exhaustion.

"Come on, come on, brothers, thank you for your hard work, hurry up and eat something hot!"

"Yes, if the military men hadn't worked hard, we in Hangzhou would have ended up like Yangzhou!"

Several gentry from the city who came with their servants comforted the soldiers scattered on the ground and talked at the same time.

At this moment, an old man led a group of students carrying burdens and climbed onto the tower.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Jishan? Why are you here?" A richly dressed gentleman exclaimed.

"You can wait, but I can't come?" Liu Zongzhou asked with a stern face.

The gentleman was choked by what he said. He could only smile awkwardly and turned around to go out.

Liu Zongzhou, with a fluttering beard and a cane, stood in the cold wind. Looking at the soldiers with trembling hands who could not even hold the bowl, his mood became complicated.

He once felt that the problems of the Ming Dynasty came from the heart, and in order to ward off the troubles, it was necessary to cure the heart. He suggested to Emperor Chongzhen that "Today's problems are not caused by lack of talent, but not by the original intention."

However, Emperor Chongzhen did not adopt his suggestion.

In the past few years of unemployment, Liu Zongzhou thought a lot as he watched the country decline.

"Mr. Niantai, it's really hard for you to come here in person at such a late hour."

Zhang Guowei came over after hearing the news and saw Liu Zongzhou's students distributing pancakes to the soldiers at the top of the city. He couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"Yu Shi, can this artillery hit the Tatars?" Liu Zongzhou asked, pointing to an artillery piece not far away.

By chance, Liu Shichang was leaning there. When he heard Liu Zongzhou's words, he stood up instantly, knocked the cigarette pot in his hand on the city wall, pointed at Liu Zongzhou and said: "Of course we can fight. If it is better, we can replace it with that big one."

The general's artillery will definitely make the Tatars cry for their father and mother!"

Zhang Guowei glanced back. He knew that this old man almost shot Liu Liangzuo with one shot during the day. If it weren't for the limited range of the Folan cannon, he might have actually killed Liu Liangzuo with one shot.

Liu Zongzhou's face changed slightly, and when he saw an old soldier wearing a black cotton-padded jacket, he slowly stepped forward.

Zhang Guowei did not stop or reprimand, he just got out of the way and watched quietly from the side.

"Oh? I think that the way of using troops is based on the benevolence and righteousness of Tang and Wu, and the moderation of Huan Wen. I will not discuss it next time. This firearm will not help the number of success or failure."

With a sudden output, Liu Zongzhou stood gracefully, like an otherworldly immortal, smiling at the rough old man in front of him.

Zhang Guowei looked up at the moon in the sky. It was so high and cold, leaving only a clear glow.

Old Liu scratched his dusty head, pressed tobacco leaves into the pot, and said expressionlessly: "I don't understand, but I know that the artillery originally belonged to our Ming army, and the Tatars didn't have it. Now

The Tatars are here, and they use our artillery to blast open our city gates and kill the people of Ming Dynasty."

Liu Zongzhou's eyes twitched and he said urgently: "This is due to lack of interest in sacred learning!"

Old Liu rolled his eyes at Liu Zongzhou and said speechlessly: "Hey, I'm so special about Shengxue. Yan Shenggong's braids are almost waist-length."
Chapter completed!