In Huqiao Town, the mountain looks empty to the north, and the town is sandwiched by the two tributaries of the Yangtze River in the east and west. To the south, more than ten miles away, is the key place of inland rivers, Caijing Town.

Caijing Town is located, known as Nanzha, which is the intersection of two tributaries of the Yangtze River, leading all the way south to Wuxi and Taihu Lake.

Tank ships and merchant ships on the Yangtze River will all stop at the South Gate, because Huangtian Port in the north of Jiangyin City and along the Yangtze River is too narrow.

Therefore, Nanzha has always been very busy, and Caijing Town has also been very prosperous.

The last time, Zong Hao sent troops from south to north, hoping to go all the way north to Qinwang Mountain and Xiayue Town to attack Jiangyin. However, he did not expect that as soon as he arrived at Qinwang Mountain, he was ambushed and routed by the local soldiers.

It can be said that it was a slap in the face.

This time, he wanted to make some achievements before Bolo came back to make himself look less incompetent.

So in a cruel move, he gathered all the Qing troops in Changzhou Prefecture, and even invited the Eight Banners men from the prefecture to come out.

This time he was much more careful, taking every step and advancing towards Jiangyin bit by bit.

Huqiao Town is less than five miles away from Jiangyin County.

Due to heavy rain, the rivers swelled and the roads were muddy, so Zong Hao decided to wait until the weather cleared before launching an attack.

There is a round table and an inkstone. In front are blue bricks and black tiles, a small bridge and flowing water.

Zong Hao is swiping his brush and ink, concentrating on painting.

He has no hobbies, but he likes to paint. His painting skills are superb and he is famous.

If it weren't for the King's flag changing at the top of the city, Zong Hao, the prefect, would be happy and at ease.

"Hey, do you want to fight again?"

A rough voice came from behind, making Zong Hao shake his wrist in fright, and an ink mark appeared on the paper, ruining the entire picture.

Zong Hao suddenly lost all interest, put down his pen, forced a smile on his face, turned around and said: "Master, the road is not easy to walk now, we will attack when the weather clears."

The person who came was none other than the Eight Banners Commander of the Qing Army stationed in Changzhou Fucheng, who led a group of three hundred men, Niu Lu.

This time, if Zong Hao hadn't told him that Jiangyin was rich, he wouldn't have come.

After hearing this, the Qing army commander walked up to Zong Hao, looked down at the painting on the table, nodded pretending to admire it very much, and said to Zong Hao: "Well, the painting is not bad, you, this slave, do have something good.

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Zong Hao was very despised in his heart. In his opinion, the painting was useless, but the Tatar actually said it was very good, which was really ridiculous.

"Master, you have such a good sense!"

Zong Hao quickly complimented.

Na Zuoling couldn't help but burst out laughing, enjoying the rainbow fart so much that on a whim, he even picked up a pen and started tracing on the painting.

Zong Hao was surprised. After a while, he saw an extra horse on the painting...um...a donkey? That's not right, maybe it's a dog?

"How about it? Does the goose I drew look like?"

"It's very similar!"

Na Zuoling walked away in a hurry. Zong Hao used his sleeves to throw all the pen and ink Na Zuoling had touched into the stream.

He tore the painting into pieces again, and then returned to his residence in depression.

Then, the air was still foggy, and the sky never cleared up.

While the Qing garrison was waiting, the Tianqing Battalion led by Yan Yingyuan had already crossed the river to the west of Jiangyin City and headed towards the town along the foot of the mountain to the north of Huqiao Town.

Although Zong Hao arranged for scouts to go out on guard, due to the heavy rain just now, all the Qing army scouts took shelter.

And the Qing army commander did not send anyone out, because such errands could be left to the servants.

Yan Yingyuan took advantage of the weather and crossed the river with light troops, taking advantage of the unprepared Qing army to defeat it in one fell swoop.

Outside the town, there were patrolling Qing troops, all composed of surrendered Ming troops.

Yan Yingyuan climbed up the mountainside and took a clear look at the situation in the town.

"This Zong Hao really doesn't know how to lead troops. There is no one guarding this mountain." Wang Jinzhong, who was following Yan Yingyuan, couldn't help laughing.

As a commanding height here, you can overlook the entire town. If the Ming army had artillery, it could cover the entire town.

Yan Yingyuan silently counted the time and said: "When it gets darker, we will divide our forces and attack Jinzhong. You will lead a thousand people to attack the east of the town, and I will lead the rest of the people to attack from the north."

"Yes! Master." Wang Jinzhong responded.

"Remember, we will attack the Tatars first. Once the Tatars are defeated, the rest of the enemy troops will disperse." Yan Yingyuan told the details.

Wang Jinzhong keeps everything in mind.

"Kang Gong, after we advance in, you lead five hundred troops and try to capture Zong Hao."

Shao Kanggong clasped his fists and accepted the order.

The tasks were assigned and everyone was waiting quietly.

The humidity in the mountains is extremely heavy. In just a short while, all the clothes on my body are soaked through, and water will drip out of me even if I squeeze.

But the soldiers were all locals and had long been accustomed to it. They sat silently where they were. The North Street boys and the Zhutang boys kept winking at each other and secretly competing with each other.

Other soldiers in the army also relaxed a lot.

After waiting for about two sticks of incense, the clouds in the sky condensed, and it seemed that it was going to rain again.

The sky is dark, it’s the right time!

Yan Yingyuan gave the order, and the army divided into two groups and headed towards Huqiao Town.

Carrying a big sword, Yan Yingyuan leads the way.

At this time, the Qing troops on patrol discovered that enemy troops were incoming and hurriedly sounded the alarm.

The Qing troops who were resting in the town poured out of the houses one after another.

Zong Hao hurriedly gathered his soldiers, but when he saw that the soldiers on the street were either covered in chicken feathers or still holding up their trousers, his heart suddenly went cold.

Anxious and angry, Zong Hao could only lead his soldiers straight to the Eight Banners Army garrison.

But before he could run a few steps, Yan Yingyuan had already entered the town from the north, split the town in two and cut it off at the middle.

Zong Hao was horrified, seeing that the situation was not good, and hurriedly wanted to turn around and flee towards Zhennan, but when he turned around, he saw a big man holding a big blade and smiling slyly at him.

At this time, shouts of killing rang out from the Eight Banners Army station at the west end of the town. Zong Hao knew that there were many rebels coming. It seemed that they had surrounded the town, and he was afraid that he would not be able to escape.

He did not expect that Jiangyin's volunteers would quickly form an army, and they would be well organized and well-organized. It looked like they were commanded by an expert.

But then I thought about another possibility. Could it be that reinforcements from the Ming army have arrived?

"Which Ming army are you from?" Zong Hao asked tentatively.

Shao Kanggong, who was holding a big blade, was stunned for a moment, and then looked behind Zong Hao.

Yan Yingyuan was standing behind Zong Hao while dragging his sword.

"Who are you?" Zong Hao was alert and turned around to ask.

"I'm Yan Yingyuan, the Dianshi of Jiangyin in the Ming Dynasty, and Zong Hao, the pseudo-prefect of Changzhou. Why don't you just arrest him without hesitation?" Yan Yingyuan shouted.

"Aren't you an officer????" Zong Hao was shocked. When he saw the soldiers behind Yan Yingyuan covered in blood and full of killing intent, he almost thought that some Ming army general had led troops to help.

"I am an official of the imperial court, and the officers and soldiers I lead are naturally the imperial officers and soldiers!" Yan Yingyuan said solemnly.

Although his Dianshi position is not popular, not even the ninth rank, the position of Dianshi is selected by the Ministry of Civil Affairs and appointed by the emperor, so even if he is not among the ninth rank, he is still an official of the imperial court.

Zong Hao was dumbfounded, it seemed that this was indeed the case.

When I looked at Yan Yingyuan again, I saw Yan Yingyuan's majestic appearance and righteousness, and I knew in my heart that this man must have reborn Jiangyin's bravery.

Seeing that he was blocked at both ends, Zong Hao sighed dejectedly and surrendered.

Afterwards, Yan Yingyuan hurriedly led people to support Wang Jinzhong, while Shao Kanggong strangled the rest of the fleeing Qing troops.

In the west of the town, Wang Jinzhongzheng and the Qing army commander fought together, and the two fought fiercely.

The powerful Eight Banners soldiers not only did not cause chaos, they even fought against the Ming army, and at one point Wang Jinzhong's troops almost collapsed.

At the critical moment, it was the dozen North Street youths who became ruthless and faced each other head-on without risking their lives, and they were able to stabilize the morale of the army.

But most of those young men were killed and wounded, and most of them exchanged their lives with the Tatars.

Fortunately, Yan Yingyuan arrived in time and saw that Wang Jinzhong, who was fighting fiercely with the Qing army's Zuoling, was weak. He abandoned his sword and opened his bow, and in an instant, he fired an arrow and accurately hit Nazuoling's back.

The surrounding soldiers were greatly energized, and Zhutang's fifty sons also rose up and charged into the enemy's formation.

After a hard battle, 300 Tatars were wiped out, but the Tianqing camp also suffered more than a thousand casualties.

As the sky grew dark, Yan Yingyuan ordered a quick sweep of the battlefield, and then retreated to Jiangyin County with hundreds of prisoners.

Chen Mingyu was looking worriedly back and forth on the tower of Tianqing Gate.

"Brother Gongchen, don't worry, Jianheng knows it well." Feng Houdun said with a smile.

"The Tatars are fierce. Not to mention the three thousand new soldiers, even the three thousand officers and soldiers are hard to predict the outcome..." Chen Mingyu was worried.
Chapter completed!