After Yang Zhen arrived at the mouth of Xiaoling River with his boat, he fought two battles in a row and won two battles in a row within three days.

He knew very well that he had achieved this step with this small number of troops. This time, the mission of rescuing Songshan City could be considered to have been completed brilliantly.

Whether he brought these two battles to Ningyuan City or to the court in Beijing, he could explain them.

If it is not clear that the first night attack burned the Tatars' food and grass and the Tatars had not retreated yet, then the ambush that had just ended yielded more than 400 genuine Tatar heads.

This is the result of an innocent child.

The results of these battles are in one's own hands, and they are definitely not fakes of killing a good person and then shaving his head and pretending to be the head of a Tatar.

With these achievements in hand, Yang Zhen is now very confident and has no worries about being unable to deliver in the future.

And he also knew very well that the explosion caused by the Tatar ambush this morning was enough for Jin Guofeng and others in Songshan City to understand.

In the days that followed, he only had to wait quietly for the Tatars to retreat after running out of food, and there was no need to take any more risks of near-death.

Besides, for several days in a row, there was high-intensity work, marching and fighting. Even Yang Zhen, who wanted to survive from death, felt extremely tired and felt that he could no longer hold on.

So, this afternoon, after he returned to his shack, he didn't think about anything, so he fell asleep and fell asleep quickly. This sleep was extremely solid and deep.

While he was sleeping, he also had an unprecedented sweet dream. He dreamed that the beautiful female colleague he had a crush on changed her aloof demeanor and took the initiative to throw herself into his arms. She undressed and undressed in front of him, flirted with her in every possible way.

The temptation made his blood boil and his body burning with desire.

However, all good things come to pass. Just when Yang Zhen was about to pick up his gun, mount his horse and charge into the battle, he was suddenly awakened by a violent shaking and shouting:

"Brother Yang! Brother Yang! It's not good! It's not good! Fire! It's on fire! The reed swamp in the west is on fire! It's such a big fire!"

Yang Zhen's "good thing" was interrupted, and there was a surge of anger. He was about to explode, but was suppressed by the shouts he heard later.

The person who shook him out of his dream was Yuan Jin, the garrison officer of the naval camp. Behind Yuan Jin were Yan San and several unfamiliar faces.

After Yang Zhen opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was several torches, and the next thing he saw was Yuan Jin's slightly panicked face under one torch.

Yang Zhen woke up from his deep sleep. He was a little dazed at first, but when he heard someone shouting in his ear that there was a fire, he immediately woke up a lot. When he opened his eyes and saw Yuan Jin's panicked face, he woke up immediately.

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Yang Zhen did not question Yuan Jin carefully at that moment, but snatched the torch from Yuan Jin's hand, pushed Yuan Jin and others away, quickly got out of the shack, and looked up outside.

At this time, all I could see was that the sky above the shack was filled with red firelight, illuminating the panicked and chaotic crowd on the entire Shazhou Island.

Something was falling from the sky, landing on his head and face. Yang Zhen wiped it with his hand and looked at it by the light of the torch. It was the ash of vegetation falling in the air.

Yang Zhen was shocked and quickly came out of the ditch where the shack was. He stood on the ground and looked to the west. He saw that the reed marsh to the west had turned into a sea of ​​fire.

"What time is it now?! Is the tide in the sea?! How high is it now?!"

Yang Zhen saw the scene in front of him, and immediately turned to look at Yuan Jin, Yan San and others who were following him, and asked loudly: "Have Yang Zhan'ao, Guo Xiaowu and the others come back?! What are they doing for food? Why don't they send food to them?"

Someone comes back to report?!"

"Sir! It is already three quarters of the day, and the sea water has risen! And the tide has also reached the reed marsh! Sir, don't worry! There is no need to worry now! Although the fire to the west of the reed marsh is large, there is a water surface between us.

Our island cannot be burned!"

Yan San, who was following Yang Zhen closely, immediately understood the meaning of Yang Zhen's words, and quickly reported the most important situation to Yang Zhen first, and then added:

"This fire must not have been started by Mr. Yang, Guo Xiaowu and the others! Even if the Tatars want to come to retaliate against us, they will never dare to come at night! I guess that this fire should be started by the Tatars!"

"The Tatars wanted revenge, but they were afraid that if they went deep into the reed swamps, we would set fire to them and besiege them. So they set a fire first to clear the road and eliminate hidden dangers!"

Yang Zhen, who was originally a little panicked, was now completely awake. After hearing what Yan San said, he mentally agreed and nodded his head one after another.

By this time, the teams on Shazhou Island who had been awakened by the fire from their sleep had all regained their composure.

Zhang Degui, Li Lu, Zhang Chen, Pan Wenmao and others who were closer to Yang Zhen's location also rushed over and gathered around Yang Zhen.

After a while, Xu Changyong and Zu Keyong also restrained their troops again, and rushed to Yang Zhen's side one after another.

"Brother Yang! Ninety-nine percent of this fire was started by the Manchu Tatars! Since that bastard in Nomqi surrendered to the Manchu Tatars, he must have sold us all!"

Before Xu Changyong could reach Yang Zhen, he shouted loudly from a few steps away: "We are not afraid of them setting fire tonight! My brother just went to see it in person, and now the tide has risen. We are separated from the reed swamp.

The Tatars want to set fire to us when there is a piece of water, but there is no way!"

With these words, Xu Changyong quickly arrived in front of Yang Zhen and others. After arriving, he immediately lowered his voice and continued: "I'm afraid that the Tatars will burn the reed marsh tonight to prevent the tide from receding tomorrow."

We are ready to attack later! If the Tatars really come to attack tomorrow, brother, do you have any good way to deal with it?"

"Brother Xu! How much does Nomqi know about the situation in our advance camp?"

Yang Zhen did not rush to answer Xu Changyong's question, but asked him a question first. This question was also the question that everyone gathered around Yang Zhen was concerned about.

At this time, these people also knew the news that Nomuqi had delivered the letter on the way. If Nomuqi told everything he knew, then there would be no secrets on this sandbank island.

Not only the actual situation of the various units in Yang Zhen's advance battalion, but also the number of people and ships in Yuan Jin's naval camp, I am afraid there is no secret at all.

Therefore, after Yang Zhen asked Xu Changyong, everyone fixed their eyes on Xu Changyong, hoping to hear the answer they wanted to hear from Xu Changyong's mouth.

But Xu Changyong would not care about the psychology and emotions of these people. He just thought about it for a moment and said: "Everything that my brother knows, I'm afraid that bastard will know it! If he has intentions, even the situation in Yuan Jin's brother's camp, he

I'm afraid we know it too! We didn't expect this kid to dare to surrender to the enemy at the beginning, and we didn't hide anything from him! Although his family members are not many, they are all in Jinzhou City now! Who would have thought that this kid is such a bastard, and even his family members

Don’t want it anymore!?”

As soon as Xu Changyong finished speaking, everyone sighed, and then turned to look at Yang Zhen, waiting for Yang Zhen's decision.

"If he knows, then he knows! The less he knows, the better it is for them! But if he knows everything and tells it all to the Tatars, we don't have to be afraid! We have defeated the Tatars twice in a row.

For the time being, I have no plans to go ashore and fight a third time!”

When Yang Zhen said this, he paused briefly, and then said: "But if the Tatars dare to take the initiative to attack, let's defeat them again!"

When the generals surrounding Yang Zhen heard this, they were all stunned, and thought to themselves: You changed the subject too quickly, why did the Tatar army attack by force, and it turned out to be a good thing?

Yang Zhen knew the confusion in everyone's hearts, and said directly without waiting for others to ask: "We are from the military, and after fighting for many years, we always ask about the odds of winning, but there are various odds of winning, but there are only three aspects, one is the weather and the other

It's called geographical advantage, and it's called harmony!

"At this time, we have all the favorable geographical conditions, and the Tatars only have one person and one person! In other words, we have fewer people, but they have more people! But in the face of favorable weather and favorable conditions, the people and people they occupy are nothing!

"Because the time and location we occupy are so advantageous that no one from the Tatars can defeat us!"

Speaking of this, Yang Zhen first pointed in the direction of the still burning reed marsh and said: "The Tatars burned the reed marsh, which certainly cost us the opportunity to burn the Tatars! But it can't change our situation at the right time and place.

We have an absolute advantage! The tide still rises and falls at night, and the reeds are still muddy! The Tatars' horses and artillery still can't get through!

"Of course! Some of you may be thinking, wouldn't the Tatars imitate us in felling wood and bringing it in to build trestles and pontoons? Maybe, maybe not!

"If they dare to do this, what do we have to fear? How wide can their trestle bridge be? How many pontoons can they build? When the time comes, we will guard this side of the bridge, no matter how many Tatars come, or

Aren’t you here to kill us and give us military exploits?!”

After saying these words, Yang Zhen turned around again, pointed to the sea in the east that was lit red by the fire, and then said: "In case, I mean just in case, the Tatar army has built many trestles and many trestles.
Chapter completed!