I don’t know who cuts out the thin strips, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. The light willow branches swaying on the branches, as if showing off their buds.

In February of the first year of Jingyou, on a safe morning, Hou Xuanyan continued to accumulate grain and train elite soldiers in Jinling; Zheng Zhilong and the Dutch continued to bite in Penghu and Dongfan for the bones thrown by him; Jiergalang got up early, stood at Qingliu Pass and looked into the mountains in the distance, and there was still a figure of the Thousand Tu Camp waiting in full swing; Du Yinxi was in Xiangyang, leisurely with Yuan Zong to inspect the city top; Peng Zhuze led the rebellious local soldiers to kill the chieftain Yingliu Officer, and carried out a vigorous feudal revolution.

In Maoyu Town, Tongjiang, Baoning Prefecture, Sichuan, the Zhenghuang Banner of the Qing Dynasty and the Ming army of Sichuan and Shu confronted each other across the river. Both sides were still restrained and did not have much tests for several months. The Bashui River is not a big river, and the water flow is not turbulent, but it is like a chasm that separates the two sides.

Previously, Wu Sangui and Haoge entered Sichuan and massacred them all the way. Then Dorgon and Xiaozhuang ordered that the people of Sichuan and Sichuan were difficult to tame, so that they could keep their daughters and not men, and that they would massacre the city and get food wherever they passed. Baoning Prefecture was deeply harmed, and almost everyone in Maoyu Town had a deep hatred on their backs, but Governor Yang Zhan had an order that they would not act without hesitation.

Early in the morning, the soldier Meng Sanwa came to the river to fetch water as usual. Most of the veterans in the camp, and this young boy became everyone's errands. Although Meng Sanwa was unwilling to do so, his arms could not resist his thighs, so he had to adopt the spiritual victory method, cursing and fetching water. Every morning, Meng Sanwa came to fetch water, and knew that the Tartars on the other side liked to come to wash the saddle at this time. These Tartars were so bad that they did not miss any chance to make the bad. They were upstream, but they liked to wash the saddle in the early morning.

Sure enough, when Meng Sanwa came to the river, he saw that there were three more Tartars on the other side. Meng Sanwa's relatives all died in the massacre initiated by Wu Sangui and Haoge. Even if there were still relatives, they were all separated and it was difficult to find the soldiers in a mess. It was not uncommon for Sichuan soldiers in the camp here to have the same experience as him. Some people who were wandering in a foreign land really would never have the chance to come back in their lifetime.

Several Tartars on the other side thought they were scolding them with rude words when they saw him, and immediately pointed at them. Meng Sanwa was angry and cursed at the top of his voice. Although the Qing soldiers could not understand, they knew it was not good things and were willing to give up. The two sides cursed each other in words that they could not understand each other. Meng Sanwa is worthy of being a brother-in-law. He was not at all inferior to the one against three. He cursed and danced improvised. The Tartars on the other side saw that his movements were so cheap that they couldn't help but become angry. He snorted and pulled out the bow and arrow from his waist and shot it. Meng Sanwa hurriedly avoided, but the Tartars were skillful in bowing and horses, and he shot through the bucket and inserted it into his butt.

Meng Sanwa carried the bucket in his back, fearing that the Tartars would shoot the arrows again, so he did not dare to put them down and draw the arrows. He hurriedly fled to the camp. The blood along the way along the buckets mixed with the river water flowed all over the ground. The soldiers along the way stared at Meng Sanwa who was running.

"Meng Sanwa has done digging, is his melon baby sucking blood?"

"What's going on in Sanwa?"

"Why is there a bucket hanging on his hook?"

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Meng Sanwa escaped back to the camp, with a feather arrow inserted into her butt, and burst into tears. Jing Yumang, the guardian of Maoyu Town, has a hot temper and is nicknamed Jing Yanwang. When he saw Meng Sanwa's appearance, he couldn't help but get angry. Coupled with the long-term resentment, Jing Yanwang shouted angrily and summoned his subordinates to avenge Meng Sanwa's one arrow.

On the other side of the river, the three Tartars were still washing their saddles, and a group of Ming troops came across the opposite side. They were not afraid, after all, they could not fly over through a big river. King Yan of Jing ordered his musketeers to shoot without saying a word. The Tartars on the other side did not expect to shoot without saying a word. The comfort of several months made them relax their vigilant.

In a panic, two of them died and one injured. The remaining one fled back to the camp. The leader of the Qing army was furious and brought his three hundred cavalry to the riverside and shot against the King of Yan. Slowly, the guerrilla general in Tongzhou received a war report, saying that the Qing soldiers from the other side of the river had taken the initiative to attack. The guerrillas in Tongzhou did not dare to neglect them, so they quickly reported to the general of Baoning Prefecture. The general of Baoning Prefecture hurriedly brought troops and sent people to Chengdu to inform the governor of Sichuan Yang Zhan. The Qing soldiers from the other side of the river were attacking.

The Qing soldiers on the other side were not vague. Guarjia and Oboi quickly got the news. When he arrived at Maoyu Town, King Jing Yan had already led his troops to rush over Bashui, and reinforcements from both sides arrived constantly. In the cold river, the two sides fought together, and the Bashui dyed them red. The resentment accumulated by both sides erupted for a moment, and the eyes were red as soon as they came into contact, and the situation was hard to control.

Reinforcements all over the mountains poured into the battlefield from behind both sides, and the generals who were commanding the battle gradually increased.

Bashui is full of bamboo forests, and there are several sparse villages not far from the shore. They used to be like a farmhouse in the world. Although they were poor and miserable, they were defeated without anyone to bother, and were deep and secluded as if they were isolated from the world. But now it seems like they are about to be boiled, and countless fighting men are fighting each other here. The blood and energy soaring into the sky aroused the beastly nature in both bodies. When the knife fell off, they used fists and teeth to fight against the enemy desperately. The bamboo forest was still green, but the land in the forest had been dyed red.

The ground paved with fallen leaves is soft and soft. If these Sichuan soldiers usually come here, they will definitely lie down on the spot and say, "Bashida." But today is different. The blood is poured into the forest and quickly seeps into the pile of fallen leaves. The wild beasts awakened in the spring in the mountains must also avoid this place, because everyone here is like a beast at this time.

As more and more people participated in the battle, the sound of various firearms also sounded. The gray mist was mixed with the smell of gunpowder and the fishy smell soaring into the sky. If the little girl from Jiangnan who had not passed the battle formation came, she could vomit out the meal for three days in one breath. The corpses accumulated in the river water forcibly changed the river channel. Countless people stepped on the corpses of their companions or enemies, fighting with affection. The shouts of killing once overwhelmed the sound of cannons, which made people's eardrums hurt. The broken armor, wooden pieces, and limbs dyed the Bashui turbid.

In this dark battle, the next morning, the two sides slowly retreated. The Sichuan soldiers relied on the large number of people and had already reached the other side of the river. The troops behind them were building a bridge over the river. The Qing soldiers retreated to Hongkou Pass. Oboi had insufficient troops and had already issued a request for help from Wu Sangui. In his opinion, the intention of Sichuan soldiers to cross the river to start a war was already obvious. Wu Sangui did not dare to be negligent. As the saying goes, the same goes for the same thing. Hou Xuan had all Sichuan and Shu, so how could he not covet Hanzhong? Moreover, after fighting Baoning Mansion, their western front was exposed to the attack range of the Ming army. After the Zhongzhen Camp and the Sichuan soldiers joined forces, the four vassal kings who besieged Xiangyang were in danger.

Wu Sangui first wrote a letter to ask Zhang Zongfan to send troops from Xiezhou to support him nearby, and then he drew an elite army from the city of Xiangyang to support him. The generals who commanded the army were not others, but Sun Kewang, Ai Nengqi, and Liu Wenxiu, who defected to Wu Sangui after the defeat. The three of them were not mediocre, and they hated the Ming army of Sichuan and Shu to the core, so they were all angry and wanted to go to Sichuan to take revenge again. Of course, Wu Sangui did not fully trust them, so he sent his confidant to accompany the army. Even if they wanted to rebel, they would not have a chance.

Chengdu Prefecture, in the lobby of the Governor's Office.

Yang Zhan was in the lobby, directing his subordinates to transport troops to support Peng Zhuze in western Hunan. Although he wanted to fight against the Qing Dynasty, since the Duke of the State issued an order, he had to abide by it.

A soldier hurriedly broke in, knelt on the ground, and shouted: "Supervisor, the Qing army has defeated Bashui and started working with our people in Maoyu Town."

There was a sudden silence in the lobby, with only heavy breathing and a thumping heartbeat.

"There is such a good thing?" Sichuan governor Wang Kaifang whispered to himself.

The officials in the hall who were awakened by his words suddenly became excited, and the military and civilians in Sichuan were in a high spirit of fighting. If Hou Xuanyan hadn't felt that the time had not come and forced them to press it, he would have been to Taiping Prefecture to recover the lost territory.

Yang Zhan jumped up from the chair excitedly and shouted loudly: "This time the Tartars took action first, but no wonder I am on the head. The Duke blamed me. You all have to testify to me. We can't fight and fight back, right?"

All the generals said, "Don't worry, the supervisor, we are willing to prove it to the supervisor."

"Haha, send troops!"

Yang Zhan had already prepared all the war preparations. The vitality of Sichuan and Sichuan was really tenacious. It was so severely affected by several warlords and the Qing Dynasty that it had recovered its vitality in a year. Yang Zhan made an indelible contribution to this. He was a capable official who was good at improving civil affairs and urging farming and sericulture. In addition, Hou Xuanyan's national strength transported grain into Sichuan and relieved the biggest famine of that year.

Seventy thousand Sichuan soldiers set out from Chengdu, and Yang Zhan took charge of the command, leading Shu generals Yu Dahai, Li Zhanchun and others to Baoning Prefecture to help the battle. The people of Chengdu crossed the road and sent their children to the front line to kill the enemy happily. There was very little such a situation in the Ming Dynasty. First, the Sichuan people were strong in nature, and the massacre of the Qing Dynasty made them angry. Second, it was Hou Xuanyan's means of assisting Sichuan and Yang Zhan's governance, which had already won the hearts of the people of Sichuan.

Yang Zhan looked at his elite soldiers, with neat military appearance, distinctive armor and high fighting spirit. In addition, the people were flirting with each other, the gentry helped pay, and the scholars sang praises, and a sense of heroism soared into the sky. Since ancient times, generals have led their troops to fight. Who has received this treatment for the general? This time, it can be said that this life will be worthwhile.
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