Of course, Gu Zhenhua would not believe the dragon vein, but for ordinary people, he believed it without doubt. The emperor was the true dragon emperor and sent by God. Even wild dragons like Tartars are sacred and cannot be deceived. There are even a group of shameless traitors who advocate what number of days and destiny.

Although they may not believe it, this thing is the last fig leaf. When they hear that the Tartars' ancestral tomb was dug, the joy of these ordinary people is indescribable.

"It's over, the Tartars are finished now!"

Some people knelt on the ground excitedly and kowtowed to God. The sky had eyes! Some people smiled while crying, missing their relatives who died in battle. Countless people even gave their admiring eyes to An Guojun. They were indeed very capable. They pinched the seven inches of the Tartars as soon as they made a move. What else can they worry about!

The military and civilians who had been fighting hard for a month finally breathed a sigh of relief, and laughter was everywhere in the city.

"Everyone listened. Although the dragon vein was broken, the Tartars would not die by themselves. They would still rage the Central Plains. Therefore, we must prepare to make more sacrifices and show greater courage to drive them away completely. The military and civilians in Yangzhou have been fighting hard for nearly a month and have severely damaged the Tartars. The Anguo Army will take on the following tasks, let us military and civilians work together to eliminate the Tartars, and give the world a peaceful and prosperous era!"

"Okay! The Duke is right!"

A full smile appeared on the faces of the people. Gu Zhenhua quickly adjusted the deployment. Ma Jinzhong led his subordinates to take over the city defense mission of Minzhuang. The capable An Guojun rushed to the front line of dealing with the Tartars. As for Shen Tingyang, he led the sailors to guard the south gate to ensure the smooth flow of the canal and transported a steady stream of materials from outside.

Yangzhou is a metropolis with a household registration of one million. It was besieged by the Tartars for a month, and every commoner lived a tight life.

Yan Yingyuan was really a genius. He actually developed a rationing system, with soldiers having three meals a day and ensuring fullness. The people and strong people had two dry meals, while ordinary people had a very small meal.

He also sent special personnel to inspect various places, especially wealthy households, to control all the food stored in their families. With strict calculations, the lives of millions of people were finally guaranteed, and there was no problem of starving people to death. However, the people could only eat rice and salt, thanks to the many salt merchants in Yangzhou. Otherwise, without salt, that would be really bad!

This time, after An Guojun entered the city, the transportation line was opened and various materials came from Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Hubei and Guangxi. The people in the city were finally relieved.

Every household was filled with smoke, and women cooked one after another, making their best dishes. When these people carried food boxes to deliver vegetables to the soldiers on the city, the fragrance floated out of the city from afar.

The fragrant rice, roasted pork, stir-fried dishes, the fat, tender and juicy lion heads, and the brightly colored fried rice, the women showed their own abilities, and the military men finally received extraordinary treatment.

They opened their big mouths, stuffed them into their mouths, and juice spilled onto their clothes.

The Anguo army at the top of the city was comfortable, while the Tartars outside the city were in the wind and rain, smelling the fragrance. They could only swallow their saliva and bite a bite of the cold and hard dry food, like a handful of sand passing through their throats, making life hurt.

The reinforcements of Anguo Army came, can they still conquer Yangzhou? No one is in a clear mind! Moreover, Hong Chengchou will never come back, and Anguo Army suddenly appears again. The two are connected together, and it doesn’t seem like a good thing!

Sure enough, when the Tartars were puzzled, a bamboo pole more than three meters tall was picked out from the top of the city, with a line of black words written on it in white cloth.

The traitor Hong Chengchou is here!

When the Tartars saw this, they were scared to the ground, and someone rolled and crawled into the camp to inform Boluo. Boluo hurriedly came out to check it out. He held his eyes wide open and looked at the city.

At the sight of his eyes, Boro screamed in pain and almost fell down.

Under the banner, an old man knelt on the ground, his hands tied behind the flagpole, his mouth was pried open, and a steel hook hooked his tongue, pulled out of his lips, and was dripping blood.

This old man is Hong Chengchou. Gu Zhenhua said that letting him enjoy the torture of the Eighteen Hell is definitely not a joke. After asking about the key information, someone immediately took action and knocked off all the teeth in Hong Chengchou's mouth, just to prevent the old guy from biting his tongue and committing suicide.

I am the fisherman!

Hong Chengchou, the number one traitor, finally enjoyed this treatment. On the top of the city, countless soldiers and civilians watched with their own eyes, and the old man's tongue was hooked out. Behind him were soldiers using sharp knives to constantly cut open the flesh behind him, and tiny wounds were everywhere.

Then someone poured a basin of boiling hot water, and then a soldier used an iron brush to brush the flesh of the wound, brushing pieces of skin and sliver of flesh off Hong Chengchou's back.

This kind of pain is simply not something that people can bear. But the tongue is hooked out, and the big traitor cannot scream, and he can't even be in a coma. He can only hold it up, which makes the muscles on his body sway and sweat profusely.

Sweat flowed over the wound, which aggravated the pain. He tasted the taste of not being able to survive and not being able to die!

Boluo only took a look and his whole body was cold, and his heart was constantly beating and gongs. An Guojun's ruthlessness was indeed well-deserved!

Without Hong Chengchou, the lackey, it is afraid that it will be even more difficult to deal with An Guojun!

Boro was frowning, but at this moment, his subordinates ran to him quickly.

"Belle, the capital city has arrived for 800 miles and hastened to speed up!"

When Boluo heard this, he didn't care about appreciating Hong Chengchou's tragic appearance. He hurried back to Yingpan. A messenger had already delivered the expedited document to him. Boluo opened it and took a few glances. He immediately opened his mouth, spewed out blood, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Ah! Master Beile, what's wrong with you? Send it to the military doctor!" The slave under his command was so scared that he howled loudly. But Boro suddenly jumped from the ground, with an abnormal flush on his face.

"You servants all listened to it. Han Gou was shameless. The whole army attacked Yangzhou fiercely. No one was allowed to retreat. Break Yangzhou and never seal the sword!"

When everyone heard Boluo's words, they were shocked and rushed into the city. They were slaughtered for one day, three days were normal, at most ten or eight days, but Boluo actually said that he would never seal the sword, which was even more powerful than the massacre of the city!

What happened? He actually made the master so angry! The people below were still trembling.

Boro suddenly pulled out his sword and draped it hard on the table, cutting it into eight pieces.

"From now on, you all remember that you will never be ruthless when you see a dog killing one! We are irreconcilable enemies!"

Boro almost shouted out the air in his chest, and Venus appeared in front of him.

He is Abatai's third son, the grandson of Wild Boar Skin. He created the Manchu wild boar Skin, which was the god in his mind. Now that the god has been insulted, how can he bear it?

He no longer cares about anything. Not to mention An Guojun in front of him, he still fights to the end even if it is a sea of ​​swords and fire. Boluo is not about fighting, he wants to vent his anger and spread all the resentment in his heart!

In fact, it was not just Yangzhou. Xuzhou enjoyed this anger a day ago. Ajige personally supervised the battle. This battle was completely different from the past. Ajige divided the troops into third-class, first the surrendered Han army, then the Han army flag, and finally the Manchus.

Supervise the battle layer by layer, only advancement is allowed, not retreating. Even if it is dead, even if it is filled with corpses, Xuzhou must be filled. The Tartars have to tear off their last disguise.

The hypocritical Manchu and Han family had long been put aside, and Ajige sent a large army without hesitation to recruit people everywhere and let them act as cannon fodder.

A surging tide hit Xuzhou. Huang Degong, Zhou Yingjie, Wu Kaijie and others all went to the city themselves. Looking at the dense Tartars, Huang Degong frowned.

"This, are these Tartars crazy? Do they want to die?"

"Brother, they are not only crazy, but they are really in pain and are being beaten to the depths of their bones."

"Oh? How do you say this?"

Wu Kaijie smiled and said, "Just just came the news that a group of people rushed to Liaodong, dug up the tomb of wild boar skin and Huang Taiji, and burned Shenyang, which is Shengjing!"

"What?"

Huang Degong stared at the cow's eyes and could stuff two steamed buns into his mouth.

"Staff Officer Wu, don't lie to me. Who did such a great and pleasant thing?"

"Hahaha, brother, righteous people, righteous people!"

Some things can only be done, but they cannot be said. An Guojun will not admit the unethical things like throwing graves and digging graves, but they are just righteous people! Even if they are under the banner of An Guojun, holding An Guojun's muskets, and sitting in An Guojun's fleet, they are still righteous people!

If the Tartars have a species, you can go and dig Zhu Ming’s ancestral tomb. If it really reaches this point, how can the Tartars rule the Central Plains? Even those hard-core traitors may not be able to bear it!

Wu Kaijie had known that Gu Zhenhua had special arrangements, but when the answer was revealed, Wu Kaijie couldn't help but exclaim.

There are only a few people in the Tatars, and they are very dependent on the surrendered soldiers. However, judging from the current situation, the Tatars have already taken their anger on the surrendered soldiers and scattered all their anger on their heads, completely treating them as cannon fodder, so just wait and see the show!

Huang Degong also laughed and said, "Brother Wu, don't care who it is, brother is happy to hear it. The Tatars are venting their anger on Xuzhou. Let's see how I, Mr. Huang, deal with them!"

Huang Degong shouted loudly, rushed to the front of the chassis, and with a wave of his knife, he cut off two city ropes, and all the Tartars on it fell down.

"Hahaha, dogs, Tartars, can't even look down on the ancestral tomb. Your doomsday is here!"

The Tartars under the city are densely packed, and every stone falls down will not fall into nothing. Just throw them with your eyes closed. The Tartars die one layer, and another layer.

Gradually, the corpses were filled with the moat, and more than one meter high was piled up under the city wall. The Tatars behind stepped on the corpses of the people in front and swarmed towards a group of ants. Azig had his eyes red and roared loudly at the top of the city.
Chapter completed!