"Hurry up, put the hanging basket and pull him up."
Suddenly, several soldiers picked up the strongest bamboo basket and tied it down from the top of the city. However, the soldier had already fallen off the war horse and fell to the ground without waking up.
Wu Huanju was also anxious. He sat down in a bamboo basket and went down to the city, and helped the soldier up with his own hands.
And breathing!
Wu Huanju hurriedly dragged him to the bamboo basket and asked the soldiers to tie him to the top of the city. While informing Wu Kaijie and the others, he found a military doctor as soon as possible to treat him.
Speaking of which, Wu Kaijie has been relatively relaxed these days. After he formed an alliance with Huang Degong, Xuzhou was united and solid. As long as he dragged it like this, An Guojun could collect Xia, and at least he could mobilize some people to come. By then, he would be completely safe.
"My little boy, what do you ask me to do? I only allow you to see me and not touch you..."
Wu Kaijie knocked his legs and was singing happily.
"Brother, it's not good, the sky is falling!"
Wu Huan took a few steps and rushed to Wu Kaijie and grabbed his arm.
"You go with me quickly. If you are late, you will be really over!"
"You are crazy, what are you going to do? Let me put on my shoes first!"
Wu Huanju was not polite at all and didn't even give time to wear shoes.
"Brother, Huai'an was occupied by the Tartars, and Liu Liangzuo surrendered!"
"What?" Wu Kaijie's turn was surprised. He jumped three feet high, stared at the bull's eyes, and asked in horror: "Who did you hear?"
"Another soldier who ran out of Huai'an, he came to deliver the letter!"
"Where are people?"
"It's in the military doctor!"
When Wu Kaijie heard this, he forgot everything and ran away. He was faster than a rabbit and crashed into the military doctor's office.
"Staff General Wu, here, several gentlemen are treating each other!"
They came to the outside of a ward, and through the crack of the door, they could see figures shaking inside, and muffled groans were heard from time to time. Wu Kaijie was so anxious that he could only turn around outside the door.
At this time, Zhou Yingjie and the others rushed over and couldn't help but ask in surprise: "This. What's going on?"
"I don't know either." Wu Kaijie sighed: "But if what he said was true, the sky would collapse!"
Suddenly the door was pushed open, and the two old military doctors walked out with their heads shook their heads and sighed, and it seemed that the situation was not good.
"How are you?"
"Hey, the arrow is too deep and there is no help. We can only use ginseng to hang our lives. If you have any questions, please ask quickly!"
Wu Kaijie rushed inside and saw a soldier in his early thirties lying on the hospital bed. His face was pale and there was no trace of blood.
"Don't say anything first, don't move around!"
Wu Kaijie pressed him down. Then he asked with a burning look: "Answer my three questions, how is Huai'an? Did Liu Liangzuo really surrender? What will happen to the Tatars next?"
"Huai'an was lost three days ago, but it was lost! Liu Liangzuo's cowardly surrendered to the Tartars!"
At this time, even Huang Degong was alarmed. He hurriedly walked in.
"Huai'an is lost? How could it be lost easily if tens of thousands of troops? Do you want to deceive this marquis?"
"Big, sir, the young man is alive, and he will not lie. It was the old thief Hong Chengchou who personally led his troops to raid Huai'an. When Liu Liangzuo saw that he could not resist, he surrendered to the city. My general called Liu Shoufang. He took the risk of sending villains to deliver the letter, please, please, Huang Shuai, go back as soon as possible, return to the army..."
At the end of the speech, the soldier's voice became lower and lower, and he tilted his head and died!
Wu Kaijie had sharp eyes and found that there was a bamboo tube on him, which contained a letter. He hurriedly took it over and took it apart. He took it apart and saw that it was exactly what he said.
"It's over!"
After reading the letter, Wu Kaijie sat on the ground with his butt, his eyes dazed, as if it was a wooden sculpture.
Huang Degong frowned, suddenly pressed the handle of the knife, turned around and walked outside.
"Mr. Huang, what do you want to do?"
"What else can I do? The court is about to finish it, won't I let you go and save the coach?"
"Slow down!" Wu Kaijie shouted: "The old thief Hong Chengchou is good at using troops. Kuan and he took Huaian three days ago. Maybe he had already arrived at the riverside at this time. The distant water cannot quench his near thirst. What's the use of you going?"
"You have to go if it's useless!" Huang Degong said angrily: "Huang was loyal to the Ming Dynasty all his life. Now that the Ming Dynasty is at its survival, how can I stay out of it and treat it as nothing?"
"Marty, no one wants to see the court be over. Let's think of a solution now. Maybe the Ming Dynasty will be saved!"
Wu Kaijie hurriedly returned to the command center with Huang Degong.
"Marty Huang, Huai'an is lost, Nanjing's gate is open, the Tartars may cross the Yangtze River at any time and attack Nanjing. Now Nanjing's troops are empty, and once the Tartars attack, they will definitely not be able to defend themselves!"
Huang Degong curled his lips impatiently and said, "Everyone knows these things. Maybe the old thief Hong Chengchou is taking people to attack the capital at this time!"
"Yes, but there may not be a turning point!"
"Oh, tell me."
Wu Kaijie landed his finger on Yangzhou and said affirmatively: "The opportunity is here!"
"Yangzhou?" Huang Degong looked disbelief and said in confusion: "There are no soldiers and no generals here. Can we still stop the Tartars?"
"able!"
"Why?"
"Because I believe in Duke Ji!" Wu Kaijie said firmly: "The prefect of Yangzhou was appointed by Duke Ji, and this person's name is Yan Yingyuan."
Huang Degong turned his head desperately, but no matter how he thought about it, there was no such person.
"What ability does this Yan Yingyuan have to turn the world around?"
Wu Kaijie smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I don't know, but he was indeed specially arranged by Duke Ji. I believe Duke Ji will not misjudgment. If Yan Yingyuan could hold on in Yangzhou, Nanjing would have a solid barrier and Your Majesty would rest assured!"
Huang Degong frowned and walked a few times before saying, "Wu Kaijie, do you want me to pin my hopes on superstition about Gu Zhenhua? He is not a god! Can he save the country and country of the Ming Dynasty?"
"The problem is that Duke Ji has rescued him twice. He escorted the prince south and fought in northern Henan. If Duke Ji had not turned the tide, I was afraid that the Tartars would have already fought the Yangtze River at this time!"
Huang Degong's fists were clenched and he stomped his feet hard after a while.
"Hey, I'll follow you for a ridiculous time, let's see if Gu Zhenhua is so amazing!"
Huai'an was lost, and the north of the Yangtze River suddenly fell into an unprecedented crisis. Although Huang Degong defended Xuzhou to the death, it was still as solid as a decent person. However, countless people in other places reported the news that they surrendered to the Tartars.
The old thief Hong Chengchou relied on his former officials to recruit followers from the Ming court, and there were many followers, and he was very determined to pass the list. The traitor Hong was also proud and hurriedly ordered Liu Liangzuo to be the front line. The army drove towards Yangzhou. In his impression, there were no generals in Yangzhou, so it could be decided at one go.
Going to Yangzhou and taking over Jinling, the Ming Dynasty will become the Qing Dynasty. Even if there is still a Gu Zhenhua, it will be a building that will be collapsed and a single tree cannot support it. The old thief is becoming more and more proud, and the horse's hooves are getting more and more anxious.
...
He has a hundred thousand strings of money and rides a crane to Yangzhou.
Yangzhou, which is backed by the canal, has always been the place where the world is prosperous. Businesses and tourists gather, and goods from the north and south are exchanged here. In particular, most of the richest salt merchants in Lianghuai live here. They have become a paradise on earth, a pearl of the sea, and a beautiful jade among stones.
But now the people are in a hurry to move, and everyone looks panicked!
The Tartars went south!
What should we do?
Everyone was a lawsuit. At this moment, two officers suddenly walked out of the government office, carrying a washbasin and a small stool, and then a middle-aged man walked out. He was tall and tall, with high cheekbones, deep eye sockets, and a ray of light in his eyes.
He sat on the small stool, put the black hat on his head aside, and his hair spread out. Dipped in the water in the basin, he wet his hair, and then smiled bitterly at the razor: "The Han family has old clothes and new clothes! I should shave my hair!"
As he said that, he took the razor, faced the bronze mirror, and began to shave his hair. His dark and shiny black hair was shaved, revealing his shiny forehead.
How could my parents easily shave their bodies, hair and skin, besides monks and criminals? Seeing such abnormal behavior, countless people gathered over.
They all knew the man who shaved his hair, Yan Yingyuan, the governor of Yangzhou!
A meat vendor yelled with courage: "Master Yan, why are you shaving your hair? Are you going to become a monk?"
"It's Butcher Sun. I advise you to shave your hair too. It's better for the people of Yangzhou to shave their hair to save trouble!"
"You, what do you mean? Why do you shave your hair with a good look?"
Yan Yingyuan smiled bitterly: "Don't you know that the Tartars are about to fight. There are neither strong generals nor strong soldiers in Yangzhou. How can you beat the Tartars? Instead of waiting for others to force us to shave our heads, it is better to shave your hair honestly and be a follower of the people, and you will also save your life and worry about your life!"
As he said that, Yan Yingyuan grabbed the razor again and continued to shave the long hair on his head.
"Shameless!"
The people watched, and finally another old man walked out tremblingly, came to Yan Yingyuan, pointed at him with his fingers, and sneered: "Yan Yingyuan, Lord Yan, I just want to ask, are you going to surrender to the Tartars?"
"That's right, Yan, are you anxious to become an official of the Qing Dynasty and want to shave your hair and clothes?"
Yan Yingyuan smiled bitterly: "That's right, not right!"
The old man waved his hand: "Don't play a puzzle with me, yes, no, no! Lord Yan, during your time in Yangzhou, we all see that you have eliminated bad policies and avenged grievances for the people. You are a good official, but don't be confused about such major events! Once you surrender to the Tartars, it will be a terror forever!"
Yan Yingyuan knew this old man, He Mao, who was a scholar in his early years, and later turned to business and had a wealthy family. When he was old, He Mao took out a large amount of family property to run schools and help the people. He was a figure that everyone admired in Yangzhou.
Yan Yingyuan respectfully saluted the old man.
"Mr. He, will you surrender to the Tartars as your official? I will shave my hair again in Yangzhou!"
"Hmph, I don't understand."
"Oh, the Tartars are unstoppable. If we take risks and fight, we will be afraid that we will be burned. Only by following the Tartars' wishes and compromising them can we save our lives. If we just show off, we will not have a good end! The Tartars massacred millions of Han people in Liaodong, either killed, or used as slaves or cattle and horses. The same is true for the people of northern China. The disaster hits the people of Yangzhou. Where should we go? Everyone should think clearly!"
He Mao's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and his crutches poked the ground one after another.
"Don't think about it anymore. I'm Jiang Ming. If the Tartars want it, then take it. Let me shave my hair, that's not even ten thousand!"
"You are old and old, what should you do if a young man? Could it be that you will die too?"
Suddenly, a few young men rushed out of the crowd. They panted and sneered: "Carrying, you don't have to worry about us. The Tartars are here. At worst, they can fight to the death. We won't be like turtles, and we won't shave our heads and change our clothes. Sorry for our ancestors!"
As soon as he said this, all the people present waved their fists and shouted loudly: "That's right, we just die. We will never be slaves to the Tartars!"
Looking at the excited people, Yan Yingyuan suddenly laughed to the sky, and tears flowed out of his eyes.
"A man surnamed Yan, are you laughing at us for being stupid?" He Mao asked angrily.
"I'm laughing at Yangzhou people and still have blood. I'm still a group of men. The Tartars went south and there was nothing to be afraid of. With our hundreds of thousands of people, we can definitely deal with the Tartars to the end!"
Yan Yingyuan bowed to all the people.
"Friends, from now on, Yan is willing to throw this life in Yangzhou. I ask you, do you dare to live and die with me!"
The 180-degree turn was also shocked, and the people present were all filled with horror. They didn't know what tricks the prefect was playing.
He Mao suddenly smiled and said, "Mr. Yan, you are here to provoke me! I will tell you this, my whole family, 273, are willing to live and die with Yangzhou, including my three-year-old grandson!"
"Old He said it well, we are all willing. If the Tartars want to occupy Yangzhou, they will step over our bodies!"
Yan Yingyuan showed a satisfied smile on his face: "Okay, great, everyone hurry up and notify relatives, friends and neighbors. We want to turn Yangzhou into a large barracks!"
After Yan Yingyuan's instructions, the entire Yangzhou City was moved. At this time, Yan Yingyuan turned around and ran back to the back hall of the prefect's office. In the main seat, a young man was sitting calmly, holding a tea bowl in his hand, and savoring slowly.
"Dude, you are more courageous than Jiang Wei and Jiang. Why did you run to Yangzhou without a sound? Are you not afraid that the Tartars will break Yangzhou?"
"Hahaha, with you, Yan Yingyuan, you will not be lost in Yangzhou!" Gu Zhenhua smiled loudly and said, "I'm here this time, there is something else. Just command the military and civilians to defend the city. I feel relieved!"
Yan Yingyuan looked embarrassed and smiled bitterly: "Duke, Beizhi has no confidence in himself. This is roasting on the fire! Now everyone in the world is looking forward to you, waiting for you, Duke Ji, to take action. Just take action for you. Please ask the Duke of the City to take action!"
Chapter completed!