Chapter 104 Be careful with the stick! (Please collect and recommend)

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"The crown prince of the Zhu family has gone to the north city, and Wu Sangui and the soldiers from Yi Ding's Tuqi have also gone with him! Now those who stay in the south city are all rabble who cannot be fought. Our chance has come!"

The speaker was a ferocious-looking strong man with a long beard and a dark face. I don't know if he thought he was a military general like Meng Zhang Fei. In fact, he was also a Juren. His surname was Fan, his given name was Zhong, and his courtesy name was Wenda. The family background is similar to that of Zhang Juren. They are both hereditary families of Sanwei in Tianjin.

Most of his appearance was inherited from his ancestors... His ancestors were very powerful. He followed Xu Da and Chang Yuchun in the Northern Expedition to the Central Plains, and then went deep into Mobei, fighting all the way to Kaiping, the capital of the Yuan Dynasty. That's really a lot of people. Mo Dangzhiyong is known as Fan Invincible!

However, looks can be inherited, but martial arts cannot. Even though Fan Juren looks like he can fight a hundred people at a time, he has never practiced martial arts seriously. His skills lie in the eight-part essay, and he is extremely good at the eight-part essay. He is a talented scholar who is famous in Jinmen, and is very likely to become a Jinshi. Therefore, whoever can open a subject in the north to get a scholar, who will be the wise master in Fan Juren's heart.

The person listening to him was a gentle, white-faced scholar, about thirty years old, with three strands of beard. He was the owner of this room, Zhang Juren. He did not wear Confucian clothes, but a blue tight-sleeved arrow jacket, and a sword hung on his belt. Sitting on a Taishi chair, holding his knees with one hand and pressing the hilt of his sword with the other, he listened quietly.

"We just need to wait until the weather clears up, and the Da Shuntian soldiers will definitely step up their attack. By then, the Zhu Thief's troops will be even tighter. Our opportunity has come. The people in Tianjin have long been fed up with the Zhu Thief's cowardly and corrupt officials. We tried our best to rise up, but were restrained by the Zhu Thief's royal guards. We only need to take the lead, and the people in the city will follow. If we can catch the Zhu Thief's emperor, we will be the founding heroes of the Dashun New Dynasty! "

Zhang Juren nodded repeatedly: "Brother Wen Da still has a way! I think everyone will act according to Brother Wen Da's plan and wait for the first midnight after the weather clears up to attack the palace of the Red Thief Emperor. I met him a few days ago. The Da Shuntian soldiers are all in blue clothes and white hats, but we also followed their example and went back to collect blue clothes and white velvet hats. On the day of the incident, all the servants were asked to wear them and pretend to be Da Shuntian soldiers."

"Yes, yes!" Fan Juren added, "We also need to prepare the banner with the word Chuang... When the time comes, everyone will shout that King Chuang's soldiers are coming, which will scare the red thieves to death!" As he spoke, he frowned again. He twisted, "But we don't quite know where the Red Thief Emperor is? How will we capture him then?"

Zhang Juren laughed, shook his head and said, "The mountain man has his own clever plan!"



Dang Dang Dang...

The harsh sound of ringing gold once again echoed across the battlefield. Another attack by Tang Tong's troops was crushed by the Ming army guarding Tianjin North City.

The retreating troops passed the barrier guarded by the old soldiers of Dashun Army and fell down in the muddy water. They just gasped for air and had no strength to move anymore. Tang Laosi, who was leading the team, had already lost his glory. His helmet and white hat were gone, and his head was wrapped in a dirty cloth with light red blood. His wound was caused by a turtle dove's foot fire gun! If he hadn't been hit by a bullet, he would have died cleanly. Instead, he was poked by a three-foot-long cracking awl mounted on the front of the gun. The tip of the cone picked off his helmet, and the sharp mouth of the slender triangular cone body touched his forehead. Fortunately, it was not a blade, otherwise his face would not be visible.

The practice of attaching long thorns to fire blunderbuss has never been seen by Tang Laosi in the past many years of battle. It is obviously a new tactic recently adopted by the Ming army - I don't know who came up with it? It’s so damn damaging to one’s morality!

Tang Laosi, who had been fighting for three days and three nights, was now groggy and had pain in his head. He just wanted to die, but he still struggled to get up and walked to a village where Li Guo and Tang Tong's banner were. Go - because he worked hard in the three-day battle, he was promoted to be a guerrilla. In fact, it was not a serious guerrilla. He was appointed privately by Tang Tong. There were no benefits but a lot of responsibility. He had to report to Li Guo and Tang Tong on the front line. battle situation, and then accept new tasks.

This village is very close to Tianjin Weibei City. It was a prosperous and lively place a few days ago, but now it has been completely destroyed. All the strong men in the village have been pulled out of the village, either to pile soil or to fill trenches, or to add people to Tangtong. The army is gone. As for women, children, the elderly and the weak, there are also errands suitable for them to do. Only some really young children or pretty women get some preferential treatment and stay in the village...

At the entrance of the village, there were many warriors wearing raincoats and bamboo hats. They were all strong and strong. At a glance, they knew they were old soldiers of the Dashun Army. They were all people who had struggled out of the pile of dead people, and their hearts had long been as strong as steel. Seeing the mountains of blood and corpses in front of them, they still had an expression of indifference on their faces.

Tang Laosi was filled with hatred when he saw it. He was originally an officer and soldier who suppressed thieves, but he didn't want to join Dashun. Now he is being used as cannon fodder. Seeing that all the brothers who have been with him for many years are gone, and they all died in vain, how can he not be resentful?

But this resentment can only be buried in my heart, and I have to pretend to be careful in front of face, treating those old soldiers as uncles.

When they walked into the compound where Tang Tong was, Li Guo and Tang Tong were talking.

Li Guo told Tang Tong: "The southeast wind has stopped, the rain is getting lighter and lighter, and it will probably clear up tomorrow... The opportunity to capture Tianjin Wei in one fell swoop and seize the Red Thieves and his son is coming soon!"

"Master Marquis, can you really capture the Tianjin Guard? The soldiers who have been under the command in the past two days have suffered heavy casualties!"

"Haha, I've already seen it... Wu Sangui's Yiding Tuqi are no more than that. Even though they are big and strong, they are not very ferocious. The old soldiers are not afraid of them." Li Guo stroked his beard and chuckled, "Li Yan and Lady Hong are also ready. They have recruited more than a hundred canoes and prepared a lot of dry straw! Haha, as soon as the sky clears and the southeast wind stops, they can attack the pontoon bridge with fire.

As long as the pontoon is destroyed, Chen Yongfu's people can rob the Zheng family's merchant ship! After all, Weihe is not a sea, so how can those maritime merchants be the rivals of our Dashun generals? Even if we can't grab a few boats, we can just drive them away... Anyway, what we want is the red thieves and his son! "

"Then will the general's soldiers continue to attack tonight?" Tang Tong asked again.

He already understood what kind of hard work Li Guo and Li Yan had assigned him - to use the flesh and blood of their own soldiers to attract the main force of the Ming army to Weibei City in Tianjin, and then burn down the pontoon bridge and drive away the Zheng family's warships. The Ming army was divided into the northern and southern cities of Tianjin Guard...

This battle strategy was indeed brilliant, but it only made Tang Tong's soldiers suffer. During the three days and nights of the attack, not only the casualties were heavy, but they could not get much oil or water.

After Li Guo finished explaining, he left happily. At this time, Tang Laosi, who had already arrived outside the door, came in with tired steps, his eyes twinkling.

"Headquarters...the brothers suffered heavy casualties and cannot be defeated!"

Tang Tong waved his hand: "Why are you talking about these useless things? There is still one night... just try your best to fight, and you can rest after the fight."

"Rest?" Tang Laosi looked confused, "Not a penny..."

Tang Tong smiled bitterly: "There will be some money. I just got the news that the Holy Emperor issued an order to hunt down the officials of the sixth rank and above in the capital. Thousands of people have been arrested, and you have been asked to take charge of the torture and looting! Listen! It is said that Ruhou also ordered people to make five thousand pairs of clamping sticks with edges and nails, which can break people's hands and feet. They should be able to get a lot of money..."

Tang Laosi rolled his eyes, took two steps forward, came to Tang Tong's side, and lowered his voice: "General Town, you seem to be above the sixth rank of the previous dynasty!"

A look of fear flashed across Tang Tong's face, and he glared at Tang Laosi: "Fourth, what are you talking about? I joined Dashun when I was at Juyongguan. It's different!"

"It's different?" Tang Laosi said calmly, "How many officials of sixth grade or above are there in the capital? How can we use five thousand pairs of sticks? The chief town... you have to be careful, don't kill all your brothers, and then give Catch Liu Huanghu and put him on the stick!"

"You..." Tang Tong's body trembled, and all the hairs on his body stood up!

Tang Laosi is right! How many officials of rank six or above are there in Beijing? Five thousand pairs of clamping sticks are needed? Along with these clamp sticks, you also have your own pair!