"Although I am not as good as Taizu and Chengzu, I still raised the army single-handedly, and even today."
After saying this, Zhu Yixi immediately became dissatisfied.
"Don't you think that I am Emperor Yingzong?"
As soon as these words came out, all the ministers were frightened.
Zhao Shu quickly explained for the sake of His Majesty: "Emperor Yingzong was just deceived by Wang Zhen. Your Majesty must not speak like this. I have no such intention -"
"It's better if you don't have it!"
Zhu Yixi led their army and said to himself:
"In the past during the Northern Song Dynasty (the Northern Song Dynasty and the Southern Song Dynasty were the names distinguished by the ancients), the Khitan people drank from the Yellow River. If Song Zhenzong hadn't gone north to boost morale, how could they have achieved such a victory?"
"Don't worry!"
The emperor rested his hands on his back, raised his head and said confidently: "I am not a famous commander, but I know a little bit about military affairs. It is up to the generals to fight the war, and I am encouraged to sit in command."
At this point, he used the word "I" to express his true feelings.
"Although there are only more than 5,000 people left in this battle, the morale of the Qing Dynasty has been greatly reduced!"
At this point, he asked Lu Daqi: "How many people will fill the Eight Banners with one hundred thousand troops going south?"
"Your Majesty, the Eight Banners of Han Dynasty are thirty thousand, the Eight Banners of Mongolia are thirty thousand, and the Eight Banners of Manchu are forty thousand..."
"Less than half the people!"
Zhu Yixi murmured: "As far as I know, the Eight Banners only number one hundred thousand. If this army is destroyed, Beijing will let us make choices."
"It is estimated that Dorgon will move back to Liaodong!"
"There are still several months until spring rain and summer, and we can't wait for that time."
The emperor shouted: "It's time for a decisive battle."
"Pass my order to rest in the capital camp for two days, and then head north——"
"Follow the Holy Order!"
Several people had no choice but to accept it.
In fact, Zhu Yixi didn't want the Beijing camp to be wasted in Yangzhou, and passive blocking at all levels was too much to take for granted.
Moreover, only in field battles can the musketeers display their best strength.
What's more, the blockades along the way from Pizhou to Huai'an, coupled with the failure of the sneak attack, were enough to weaken the morale of the Qing Dynasty.
"The time for the decisive battle has come!"
Looking at the sky outside the window, there are only a few frightened birds hovering in the sky, which makes winter feel particularly lonely.
…
Shortly after Hauge attacked the camp, Shanyang County, which was governed by Huai'an Prefecture, was also breached.
In other words, it was breached two days ago, and they just kept fighting in the streets, retreating while fighting, and constantly sneak attacks, which made the Qing army miserable.
Finally, seeing that the situation was irreversible, Li Jingwu retreated with the remaining troops.
The Qing army refused to give up and pursued them closely.
However, Bai Wang and others, who had retreated to the bank of the canal long ago, went to meet them and were spared the pain of pursuit.
"control!"
Bai Wang, Zhao Guangyuan and other generals came to pay homage one by one.
"It's okay!" Although his face was covered with dust and he looked particularly embarrassed, Li Jingwu was a veteran of many years of fighting. He recovered quickly:
"According to the established strategy, we will continue to privately sell the city."
"However, Huai'an Prefecture fell and the morale of the soldiers was low, making it difficult to defend the city."
"We must hold on even if difficulties arise!"
Li Jingwu said with a straight face.
Although he felt that there was something wrong with the court's strategy, this was not the time to question it.
Almost all of the generals in front of them were forced to abandon the city and flee. If they said there was no impact, it would be a lie.
Li Jingwu gritted his teeth, stood up and said: "The canal is right next to it, and His Majesty is in Yangzhou. If any of you don't want to fight, I can let him go back to Yangzhou to enjoy his happiness."
This time, no one said anything. Gu Lu
However, these people were already powerful generals. Their hearts were depressed and their faces were ugly. They were forced to leave by the king's orders.
After everyone left, Li Jingwu sighed: "The imperial court only considered Nanjing, but never thought that strategies also need people to execute them."
Just when he forcibly cheered up and kept sorting out the contradictions, he suddenly discovered that the Manchu Qing Dynasty had stopped in Shanyang County to rest.
Next, there was news that Yangzhou was attacked and the emperor decided to go north for a decisive battle.
This news came from the bastion, which instantly boosted the sluggish morale.
Generals such as Bai Wang, Wang Guangen, Zhao Guangyuan, and Yan Guochao were also in high spirits and were waiting for the arrival of the imperial commander with rosy faces.
Li Jingwu breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that his letter has had an effect.
At this time, the Qing army, which was temporarily resting in Shanyang County, also encountered a choice again.
Hauge hasn't heard from him for many days, so that's all.
However, the gunpowder in the army has been exhausted, and the red cannon has become a tiger without claws, and can no longer show off its power.
This was extremely fatal to the Qing army.
This also means that the Qing army will use flesh and blood to make up for the lack of artillery.
"Is there no news from the court yet?"
Jierhalang's face was slightly gloomy, and he was sitting on the tiger leather chair, filled with anger.
"Beijing is already collecting gunpowder, and it will take several days to deliver it."
Luckard sighed, shook his head and said, "Even if it comes, I'm afraid it won't be much."
Of course Jirharang knew this situation.
The gunpowder in the army was obtained after half a year of searching. It may not take more than a few days to search again in just a short time.
"Why did this damn Akito build so many cities?"
Jirharang cursed, his mood was extremely bad.
"General, it's time to discuss how to fight now."
Luckard sighed: "No matter how tempting Yangzhou is, I still can't get through it."
"In this case, we can only go west to Fengyang, Luzhou."
Jierhalang also nodded with interest, his face full of unwillingness.
So what if we capture Luzhou and Fengyang? Their target was Nanjing, the Ming Emperor. It was of little significance to occupy a few more state capitals, but it was a waste of troops.
However, when the primary goal cannot be achieved, the only option is to expand the territory.
At this time, a messenger suddenly came: "General, we have received news from the south."
"What?"
Jirhalang looked at the letter on the table, opened it eagerly, and was surprised after reading it.
"What?" Luckard asked hurriedly.
"It's news from Hauge!"
Jierhalang smiled: "He was defeated and fled. Although he disrupted the Ming army, he did not harm the puppet emperor at all."
"Well?" Luckard was confused. What's there to be happy about?
It’s fine if Hauge loses, but it’s the Eight Banners athletes who suffer the loss!
"Hahaha!"
Jierhalang stood up and laughed happily: "We don't need to go west. The puppet emperor suffered a lot from the attack by Haoge. He was extremely angry and prepared to go north in person."
"In other words, he no longer hides in Yangzhou, but chooses to fight us decisively."
Luck Dehun couldn't help but smile: "Then Hauge has done something good, and it is not useless."
"This false emperor is crazy, but he suits our wishes."
"Hahaha, that's right!"
Ji'erhalang swept away his previous unwillingness and said with high spirits: "The gunpowder will be here by then, just in time to capture the false emperor alive and perform a miraculous feat."
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