Xuzhou City has been surrounded for a month, and it has not diminished any progress. With the support of the towns in the north, the Northern Expedition Army could not surround them. It would not be possible to consume the Qing soldiers in the city.

The Songjiang Navy went up the canal and bombarded the city wall day and night. Nikan in the city also ordered his subordinates to set up artillery on the city wall and bombard the Northern Expedition Army.

Hou Xuanyan was on Yunlong Mountain, holding a thousand-mile mirror and seeing it was real. The cannons on the city were spewing shells freely. Supporting this level of bombing, where did the gunpowder and artillery come from the Qing Dynasty? Hou Xuanyan turned his head and asked.

The military generals around him looked confused and shook their heads, saying that they didn't know.

The Qing Dynasty used surrendered Han craftsmen to imitate the "Shenwei Invincible General" red-clothed cannon with copper cast iron composite cannons. This kind of cannon from the Jiajing period was originally named "Red Yi Cannon". Because the Tatars knew that the word "Yi" was the name of the Han people, they changed their name to the Red-clothed cannon with shamelessness. The Qing Dynasty was a group of robbers, and robbers also had the benefits of robbers. They didn't have to reason and just rob them everywhere. Under their tyranny, the resources in the north could be fully mobilized by the Qing Dynasty, whether it was manpower or material resources, so their military industry development speed was abnormally fast.

Yan Yingyuan sat on a stone, looked down at the mountain, frowned, and said, "Duke, this is not a solution. We might as well bypass Xuzhou and meet with the Fire Camp in Shandong to directly take Shenjing." Yan Yingyuan, who is known for his calmness, could not stand this stalemate. Xuzhou City is like a pool of stagnant water, and even ripples have not yet rippled for a month.

"No! In that case, the front will be separated, and we will lose the role of supporting Xiangyang Zhongzhen Camp. I am afraid that Kong Youde and Wu Sangui will take the opportunity to attack Xiangyang. Xiangyang is lost, and 130,000 Hunan soldiers are here, who can defend Huguang? Then Yungui, Sichuan and Guizhou are not under heavy troops. It will be too dangerous." Hou Xuanyan turned around and saw that all the generals were disappointed. They all hoped to start the battle, and their fighting spirit was strong. Hou Xuanyan was unmoved at all and said, "I, Hou Xuanyan, settle down and make a living. Just two words, be safe. Take steady steps and take action. You should learn a little, don't think about reaching the sky all day long. If the Northern Expedition is so easy, I have never seen any success in the history volume. But those who failed at the last moment are common. I don't want to be written into history at all and become the protagonist of the next lifelong regret."

Hou Xuanyan's tone this time was slightly better than last time, and he did not scold these generals again because he knew that it was not a bad thing for these people to be eager to fight. Perhaps they could win the battle, and in that case, they could recover the entire north and restore the Han throne faster. This possibility not only exists, but also has a high chance, but there is only a slight risk of failure, so Hou Xuanyan doesn't want to make a move.

After looking around, Hou Xuanyan walked towards his big tent. The Northern Expedition Army on Yunlong Mountain was changing defenses. More than 200,000 people were camping near Xuzhou, and Yunlong Mountain occupied half of the soldiers. The soldiers on the mountain were bored, and some people had used their spare time to plant melons and vegetables on the mountain. Some even caught small beasts in the mountain and tamed them in their barracks. It can be seen how boring the days in the mountain are, and sometimes war is like this.

Not every battle is filled with artillery fire and smoke, and not every battlefield is filled with blood and corpses. When guns and cannons account for more and more weight in wars, a war is more often a competition for national strength.

The Xuzhou front line welcomed June in such a restless atmosphere, and the weather was as hot as the day. The cicadas were chirping all over the mountains, just like a cicada living in Hou Xuanyan's ears. In such a noisy summer, something big happened on Yunlong Mountain.

The young military doctor of Duke Yue is pregnant...

Yang Fujin had a blush on her face. When she told Hou Xuan about the news, the latter was bored and ready to send it.

"When did it happen?" Hou Xuan could not speak out what he felt in his heart, and he was a little melancholy and relaxed.

"It was probably last month. I felt a little disgusting these days. I took my pulse and found out." There is no reason why Yang Fujin was given to Hou Xuanyan as a personal military doctor. First of all, she is the daughter of Yang Wen, a famous doctor in Jiangnan. She has been proficient in medical skills since she was a child, and her father is also the director of the Hangzhou Medical Center. More importantly, Ma Shiying is her uncle...

Hou Xuanyan chuckled twice, touched her cheek, and said, "It seems that my physical deficiency problem that has been soaked out of Jiading River has been cured. I will send someone to send you back to raise your baby. You can also compete and give me a mother and son peace."

When Jiading City was broken, Hou Xuanyan had already died once. All the organs of his body were extremely exhausted at that time. Yang Wen's medical skills were mainly warm and nourishing and harmonizing, and were best at regulating physical weakness. While Yang Fujin was not only treating the disease, he also personally tried the method to test the efficacy. He was simply a model in the apricot.

Yang Fujin was a little moved, her cheeks pressed against Hou Xuanyan's chest, and a faint fragrance lingered on Hou Xuanyan's nose. Hou Xuanyan hugged the beauty in his arms lovingly. Yang Fujin never applied makeup in the army, and she could not hide her natural beauty with a plain face. But after becoming a mother, she actually knew how to dress up.

Snuggling gently in his arms, Yang Fujin couldn't help but recall his strange journey. At the beginning, her uncle, Ma Shiying, who was the high-ranking official, took her mother to Jinling to celebrate her birthday. When her uncle saw her, her eyes shone and pulled her into the room. After she came out, her father's face was a little complicated, and she couldn't say what it felt. He didn't tell him personally, but asked her mother to tell him.

The lady held her hand and asked Yang Fujin if she knew about Duke Yue, Hou Xuanyan. Yang Fujin nodded in ignorance and said, "That's a great hero who is famous all over the world."

Then Yang Fujin was taught some shameful knowledge by several mothers and brought many medicinal prescriptions. She was sent to the front line of the Northern Expedition. At that time, she was still fighting Fengyang, which was indistinguishable. When she first met the famous Duke of Yue, Yang Fujin was a little disappointed. After a long time, she was even more disappointed...

Hou Xuan is not gentle at all, nor is she the general who is as elegant and heroic as she imagined. Instead, she has bad habits, her mouth is full of swear words and curses at any time. He is even a little rough in the bed and never knows to pity himself. This is a misunderstanding that Hou Xuanyan is the one who loves the most. Huang Ying'er is the one who loves the most. It is difficult for that girl to enjoy herself without being slapped red after she loves her round buttocks, and she has to be obsessed with her and slaps her a few times. Over time, Hou Xuanyan has developed a habit. Who knows that Yang Fujin is a little princess who longs to be loved...

As he became pregnant with Hou Xuanyan's bloodline, Yang Fujin's mood gradually changed. It was a feeling of being left unchanged. His view of Hou Xuanyan has become very fast these days, and he slowly discovered the advantages of Hou Xuanyan. His strength and domineeringness are really masculine. Thinking of this, Yang Fujin plucked up his courage and gently opened his cherry lips and bit Hou Xuanyan's chest with a pair of small white teeth.

Hou Xuanyan gritted his teeth and took a breath in pain, hugged her on the bed, and smiled gently with a rare and gentle smile: "Baby Jin'er, wait here and don't move. I'll go to the city to find someone to send you back to Suzhou!"
Chapter completed!