Outside Hangzhou City, the drizzle drizzled all the dead bodies wet. Fang Guoan looked unconscious and fled to Qiantang River under the escort of the Central Army. The shouts of killing behind him seemed to be right in his ears, and the Qing soldiers were still chasing him.

When Suzhou was restored and the whole country was excited, he would have suffered a crushing defeat inappropriate manner. He would pull the people who were looking for the Ming Dynasty back from hope. If the head coach was someone else this time, he would have to scold a few ruthless words such as "I am not a country or a people, and I am a sinner forever."

Thinking of the whole army united before the war, the king looked earnestly, and the gentry and the people were seeing each other. Now, there were no people and horses, and more than half of the army were killed or injured, and they fled in scattered. The fear of each soldier and general around them was still on the face, as if they were straying as a dog. The Shaoxing Lu regime lost all its foundation in the battle, and it was difficult to achieve anything from now on.

Thinking of this, Fang Guoan suddenly drew out his sword and was about to commit suicide. The personal soldiers beside him were quick-eyed and slapped Fang Guoan's hand with the back of his knife. The back of his hand hurt, and the sword fell to the ground.

"Duke! What are you doing?" Deputy General Wang Zhiren hurriedly stepped forward to support him and scolded him loudly.

"What's my face? Go back to the other side." Fang Guoan's hands trembled, his face as white as paper, and his originally heroic face was covered with tears and regret.

Suicide was caused by a temporary surge of blood. Since it was interrupted, Fang Guoan couldn't raise the courage to do it again. His subordinates helped him on the back of the horse and continued to run for his life.

Seeing his old friend who had been with him for many years, Wang Zhiren rode on a horse and comforted him: "Duke Yue, don't blame himself too much. Victory and defeat are common in military affairs. When we return to the other side, we may not have no chance to reorganize our team."

After a night of pursuit, nearly 50,000 Ming troops were killed by more than 20,000 Qing soldiers divided into three groups and were abandoned. All 20,000 vanguard troops of the Ming army were destroyed, and less than 5,000 people were killed in the rear army, protecting the main general and fleeing. Zhang Cunren took the lead and was the bravest of the three armies. Although he was the governor of Zhejiang, he was indeed a powerful general.

In Liaodong, Zhang Cunren followed Zu Dashou and was the purest Guanning Iron Cavalry.

However, later Zu Dashou surrendered to the Qing Dynasty, and Guanning Iron Cavalry, the Great Wall of the Ming Dynasty, became accomplices in invading the Central Plains.

When he came to the central army tent and saw Jixiha, Zhang Cunren looked gloomy and said, "Congratulations to General, we captured eleven deputy generals, generals, guerrillas, and forty-eight garrisons in this battle."

Although Jishiha beat and scolded Wu Shengzhao at will, he still maintained respect for Zhang Cunren on the surface. When he was a child, he was injured in his eyes and was pecked by a hawk. The only remaining eyeball looked up and laughed wildly, and his fat body trembled.

The contempt in Zhang Cunren's eyes flashed away. Although Man was rude and barbaric, he was now his master.

"Immediately report to the Regent, and we and Hong Chengchou attack Suzhou, and then cross the river to destroy the remnant Ming. By the way, Fang Guoan, did Wang Zhiren capture it?" Jixiha looked rough, but he was very meticulous. He also knew that now was a difficult time to fight between Dorgon and the loyal Huang Taiji. Such a great victory must be reported to the court immediately as a bargaining chip.

Zhang Cunren shook his head and said, "These two are not good at fighting, they are very good at running away, so they are letting them run away again."

Jixiha patted his shoulder and smiled and said, "It's okay, it's just two trash, haha. Let's go back to Hangzhou and take the prisoners in front. I'll take them into the city myself. Let the restless Han people see if their royal army can fight the great Jurchen Batulu."

The fog gradually rose and the rain gradually became heavier, which did not affect Ji Xiha's good mood at all.

The heat in the south of the Yangtze River was unbearable, and it was rare to rain and cool. Ji Xiha was not angry but happy. He took off his armor and rode naked in front, walking in front, proudly. Behind him were the generals tied with iron chains, all moving in humiliation on the muddy road like defeated roosters. But some people walked slowly, the vicious Qing soldiers beside him immediately whipped it with a whip.

Wu Shengzhao stood under the city and looked at Ji Xiha's behavior coming from afar, and new and old hatreds surged into his heart.

Jixiha also saw him and said unhappily: "Why is it you, Tu Guo Treasure? We are fighting for the Ming army outside, and Tu Guo Treasure dare not come to greet him!"

Wu Shengzhao suppressed his anger and said, "When Lord Tu heard the good news, he was too high and accidentally fell off his horse, making it inconvenient to walk."

"Haha, what a waste. It's rare that he is so loyal, so I'll spare him this time." After saying that, he pointed at Wu Shengzhao's head with a horse whip: "You go to the city and drive all the Han people to the streets, so that they can see these prisoners with their own eyes."

Wu Shengzhao turned over and walked into the city first. Jixiha stopped the three armies and deliberately waited for a while, leaving time for Wu Shengzhao.

After about a stick of incense, he waved his whip and the commander entered the city. The Ming general behind him was wearing armor and was soaked by the rain that he looked embarrassed. Driven by the whip, he was driven into the city like cattle and sheep.

Hou Xuanyan, dressed as a Qing soldier on the city tower, looked at everything calmly, holding the spear in his hand tightly, his face as deep as water.

In order not to arouse suspicion, the city tower was full of surrendered soldiers who were conquered last night. Everyone had a Suzhou soldier standing behind him with a knife. Once there was an abnormality, he would rectify the Dharma on the spot.

Jixiha, He Tuo crossed the suspension bridge and entered the urn city. Then there were the mighty prisoners and the Eight Banners soldiers who escorted them. Secondly, Han generals such as Zhang Cunren. With such an opportunity to show off, Jixiha did not want the Han people to join in the fun.

"Sir, close the door, Jishiha has entered the city."

Hou Xuanyan shook his head gently and cast a big net, how could he catch only one fish?

Zhang Cunren rode on the horse and felt a vague feeling that something was wrong. He knew the nature of Tu Guobao very well. According to his personality, he had already come to welcome him. Today, Hangzhou City is particularly lonely in the rain. Although there are many people, it is surprisingly quiet.

Tian Xiong saw that he was absent-minded and asked, "Governor Zhang, today I will return to victory, why are you depressed on the day of great joy?"

Zhang Cunren shook his head, unable to say anything wrong. He laughed at himself: "Maybe I am too worried, and I have been in a long life, and my courage is getting smaller and smaller."

After saying this, I had already walked through the suspension bridge and arrived in front of the Hangzhou city gate.

Hou Xuanyan clapped his palms, and his throat was already making a creepy tearing sound due to tension: "Take it!"

The rolling stone pounding wood that had been prepared in the city was originally Zhang Cunren who sent people to move to the city tower to deal with the Ming army. Now it all fell on his head. Seeing that things were not good, Tian Xiong wanted to escape back. Halfway through, the suspension bridge was slowly pulled up, and Tian Xiong and his men and horses rolled into the moat. When Zhang Cunren looked up, the huge stone mill smashed head-on, and his brain was mixed with blood, sputtering out.

The Ming army prisoners and the Manchu Eight Banners soldiers in the urn were like turtles in the urn, with high walls on all sides. They wanted to escape from the city, but in front of the small city gate, they had been blocked by rolling stones and smashed bodies.

At the same time, the inner city gate was also closed, and Jixiha and other generals had already entered Hangzhou City. It was not the Han people who were greeted, but Wu Shengzhao and his men holding spears and piercing armor.
Chapter completed!