"Burying the Qing Dynasty ()"

As a rare all-rounder in civil and military affairs among the slaves, Fukang'an had seriously read military textbooks. Now that the situation was over, Fukang'an immediately got off his horse and exchanged clothes with the soldiers around him.

, and then blended into the broken troops.

Standing on the west bank of Xiaofu River, Zhu Jinsong felt tens of thousands of flies flying around in his head.

Thirty thousand defeated troops, a total of thirty thousand routed troops, did not dare to attack Zhu Jinsong's military formation by the Xiaofu River, nor did they dare to attack Liu Heming's first division. Everyone knew what they were doing when they came and went regardless of their heads.

Running for your life on the official road, what does this mean?

Is this because the enemy was too useless and successfully destroyed our plan?

The key is that this plan was too damn successful. Zhu Jinsong, the rebel leader, only had about two thousand infantry and artillery troops around him, not to mention Liu Heming's first division. Without the help of cavalry, he still wanted to make use of these 30,000 troops.

Capture Fukang'an in the rout?

That's almost as difficult as occupying Paris before the French surrender, okay?

Also, it doesn’t matter whether these 30,000 defeated troops fled or not, but after all, Agui still has 50,000 troops under his command. When Fukang’an is found here, Agui should also lead his troops.

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However, when Zhu Jinsong let out a bitter sigh and was about to give up the plan to capture Fukangan, someone among the green battalion troops who were running all the way shouted loudly: "Surrender! We surrender!"

As the saying goes, everything is always difficult at the beginning. Among the defeated soldiers of the Green Camp, the first one shouted to surrender, then the second, the third, and finally, there was simply a large group of defeated soldiers shouting to surrender.

Zhu Jinsong was stunned. Just when he was about to see what evil moths the defeated soldiers wanted to do, he saw the defeated soldiers of the green camp first dropped their swords and spears, then took off their clothes with the word "soldier" printed on them, and then...

They all knelt down, held their heads, and continued to shout: "Surrender! We surrender! I heard from the brothers in Shandong Green Camp that as long as you surrender, you will not kill people, and you can't keep your words!"

And as the Zhili Green Battalion's defeated soldiers shouted, the Zhili Eight Banners Battalion's defeated soldiers also imitated the Green Battalion's defeated troops and began to throw their equipment, take off their clothes, and then kneel down and hold their heads.

Zhu Jinsong was stunned immediately.

Damn it, this is the Eight Banners Battalion and the Green Battalion that the Tatars blew to the sky, and can charge with artillery fire?

Even if these 30,000 men no longer have the courage to kill people with knives, they are still 30,000 defeated troops, and the numerical advantage is still there. If you can't defeat them, it's okay to escape, right?

Zhu Jinsong had heard that onychomycosis was contagious, but he never expected that surrendering would be contagious!

However, these Green Camp soldiers took the lead in surrendering, which was convenient for Liu Heming's First Division.

Meng Lianggu's army had previously experienced the surrender of soldiers from the Yanzhou Bingbei Yamen, the surrender of the Eight Banners Camp and the Green Camp under Mingxing, and the surrender of the Eight Banners Camp and the Green Camp under Agui. Now it has already developed the ability to accept prisoners.

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If you want to judge whether a prisoner is from the Eight Banners Battalion or the Green Battalion, you don’t need to look at anything else. First, look at the melons on the head, because the green battalion soldiers have some hair stubble on the top of their heads. In comparison, the Eight Banners Battalion soldiers don’t have much hair on their heads.

Stubble.

The second thing is to look at the kneeling posture. For example, the veterans of the Shandong Green Camp would kneel on the ground, hold their heads with their hands, and then remain motionless, while the slave-building soldiers of the Eight Banners Camp would always make small movements like this.

As for the rest, it just depends on luck.

It just so happens that Liu Heming, the commander of the First Division, is very lucky. Of course, it may be that Fukang'an is too unlucky-compared with others, Fukang'an's head is not a matter of whether there are stubbles, nor is it Fukang's.

The problem with An's kneeling salary mark is not standard, but Fukang'an's head is shiny and shiny, and the rat tail on the back of his head is not only more standard than others, but it also has a fucking gold ribbon tied to it.

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Therefore, when Liu Heming finished cleaning the battlefield and escorted Fu Kangan to Zhu Jinsong,

Zhu Jinsong was shocked.

With a look like this, this IQ can still be talked about every day by countless women who wear clothes?

Seeing Zhu Jinsong start to lose focus after taking a look at him, Fu Kangan was slightly angry, and thought that since he couldn't escape, he might as well die as soon as possible, so he snorted coldly: "I thought you Zhu Jinsong

To be able to make so much noise must be something special, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that."

Zhu Jinsong was awakened by Fukangan's voice, looked at Fukangan again, then slapped Fukangan on the face, and said with a smile: "You don't know how to look at people, do you? Or are all the nine admirals?

Do you like to look askance at people?"

Fukang'an was immediately furious, looked at Zhu Jinsong and shouted: "You~"

Zhu Jinsong interrupted Fu Kangan's words and said with a smile: "What are you?"

Fukang'an became even more angry and shouted: "I~"

Zhu Jinsong once again interrupted Fukang'an's words and said with a smile: "What am I? Originally, we were thinking about letting you be the captain of the transportation team for us, but now it seems that you have no chance."

Fukang'an snorted coldly and said, "Since I've fallen into your hands, I'll kill or behead you as you please!"

Zhu Jinsong laughed loudly and said: "Don't worry, Zhu Jinsong doesn't like to fight and kill people, and he won't kill or cut him into pieces at every turn."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Jinsong waved his hand and motioned to take Fu Kang'an aside, and then said to Liu Heming: "How is it? What are the casualties? Can we ambush again?"

Liu Heming said: "Back to the head of the family, we must have suffered casualties, but the Tatars were defeated too quickly, so our casualties are not large. Let alone one more ambush, even two more ambushes, the first division can guarantee

mission accomplished!"

Zhu Jinsong hummed, looked at the prisoners of the Eight Banners Camp kneeling on the ground, and the soldiers of the Zhili Green Camp who fled in panic, and suddenly asked inexplicably: "You said, the Tatar officers and soldiers led by Fukang'an

, are they elite?”

When asked by Zhu Jinsong, Liu Heming felt that his brain was a little insufficient.

Elite?

That's it?

Not to mention compared with Meng Lianggu's more than 20,000 regular troops, even compared with the guards of the peasant associations from various places, they are not considered elite, right?

If these guys can be considered elite, then what are Meng Lianggu’s soldiers? Heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals?

Just thinking about it, Liu Heming suddenly came back to his thoughts.

Yes, compared with Meng Lianggu's army, Fukangan's Eight Banners Battalion and Green Battalion are indeed useless, but compared with the Tatar officers and soldiers, Fukangan, the illegitimate son of a money-deaf old dog, must be led by elite soldiers.

elite, otherwise they would not have been appointed as the vanguard of the former army.

In this way, aren't the 20,000 bannermen and 30,000 green battalion soldiers under Agui, the imperial envoy, even more useless than the trash under Fukang'an?

So, the boss is planning to strike while the iron is hot and kill Agui as well?

Thinking of this, Liu Heming's heart suddenly became hot and he shouted: "No matter what the boss ordered, our first division is not afraid of hardship or fatigue, but we are afraid of not having a fight!"

Zhu Jinsong nodded and said: "In that case, you will continue to ambush later. However, the target of your ambush is not Agui's central army, but the rear army led by Fu Huan."

Ambush the Tatar army?

No, our number one Meng Lianggu is also the main force among the main forces. The direct line among the direct lineage. During the Hongwu period, he was equivalent to the Huaixi veterans, and during the Yongle period, he was equivalent to the Yanshan left guard. Let Meng Lianggu's ace main force, the First Division, ambush 30,000 soldiers.

Green camp? What's the difference between this and using a red cannon to kill mosquitoes?

Liu Heming asked tentatively: "What does the master mean?"

Zhu Jinsong said: "We should follow the method just now, put up a few more signs on the road, and use Fukang'an, a dog slave, as a lure to lead Agui to the gate of Zichuan City."

"After Agui's central army crosses the river, your first division will deal with the rear army led by Fu Huan here, and then attack from both sides to kill Agui's central army as well."

As Mr. Lu Xun said: Only routines in the world can last forever.

A Gui, the imperial minister, was eating hot pot and humming a song in the middle of the army. He was imagining how to attack Chen Tailai and the Bagua sect after wiping out Zhu Ni who was entrenched in Menglianggu. He was imagining how to govern the country and bring peace to the world in the future. Suddenly he received a call from the former army.

The defeat was disastrous, and Fukang'an's life and death were unknown.

The mutton carefully sliced ​​by the chef fell into the bubbling pot, splashing a few drops of soup.

Agui, who woke up from being scalded by the soup in the pot, suddenly felt a pain in her balls.

Exactly the same!

It was like this when I led the troops to Anjiazhuang to suppress Zhu Ni. As I was marching forward, I was ambushed inexplicably. There were so many Eight Banners soldiers and so many Green Camps under my command.

The soldiers were fucking disintegrated in the blink of an eye!

The key is that he successfully ran back, but Uncle Fukang Anfu ended up being defeated and captured!

This is going to be a disaster. Although Uncle Fukang Anfu does not have the title of elder brother, his weight in Long Live Lord's heart is higher than that of ordinary elders. Uncle Fukang Anfu was defeated and captured. If he can save

It's okay to be back, but if you can't be saved, who will be the unlucky one in the end?

It must be me, the imperial envoy, or else it could be Uncle Fukang Anfu?

To put it bluntly, if you don’t want to be unlucky, you have to rescue Uncle Fukang Anfu as soon as possible, and then kill all the rebels in Zichuan and Menglianggu to vent his anger on Uncle Fu. Only in this way can it be possible for Uncle Fu to be defeated and captured.

Keep the matter covered up.

But then again, the 10,000 Zhili Armored Eight Banners led by Uncle Fukang Anfu are already considered the elite of the elite, and the 20,000 green battalion soldiers are also the elite who have fought in Jinchuan and Burma. uu read books www.uukanshu.

com These 30,000 soldiers and horses have been defeated. Can I win surely with the 50,000 soldiers and horses under my command?

Agui herself doesn’t believe this kind of nonsense.

What makes Agui even more troubled is that the total number of defeated soldiers who escaped was more than 20,000, but they did not bring back any food, grass or baggage. If he accepted more than 20,000 defeated soldiers, his army would be

The supplies are very tight. If we don't accept the 20,000 defeated troops...

Who knows how much trouble they can cause!

Of course, if this is all, then Agui, the imperial envoy, can at most save some supplies. As long as it lasts three to five days, Mingxing can transport the supplies over, and there will be no trouble.

My balls hurt.

However, out of the more than 20,000 people, almost 20,000 were defeated soldiers of the Green Camp, but those defeated soldiers of the Eight Banners Camp did not know where they were!

After feeling pain in her balls for a long time, Agui finally made up her mind.

Uncle Fukang Anfu must be saved, but how to save him is very particular.

If he directly led 50,000 Chinese troops and more than 20,000 broken troops to rescue Uncle Fu, the final result would probably be that Uncle Fu was not rescued, but he, the imperial envoy, once again became the transport captain of the rebel bandits.

Therefore, instead of rushing to save Uncle Fu, it is better to stop first and wait for Fu Huan's rear army to catch up before advancing together. After all, Fu Huan's rear army also has some supplies, and the supplies of the central army and the rear army combined

, it is not too difficult to even out the food and fodder for more than 20,000 defeated troops.

Besides, after all, Fu Huan is the nominal father of Uncle Fukang Anfu. Now that he is going to rescue Uncle Fukang Anfu, there is no way he can leave Fu Huan aside, right?
Chapter completed!