Haisheng Mingdi

Chapter 143 Ambush from All Sides
Guerrilla Yang Guohai stepped into Fuya with his helmet on and armor on.

"Uncle, the thief has entered the city."

Tu Guobao had also changed into a suit of armor early tonight, and at this time he was lightly polishing his sword with a millstone, when he heard his nephew's report, he smiled triumphantly.

"This Wu Zhikui was once a famous martial artist in the capital. He rode a strong horse with a strong bow. He was skilled in bowing horses. He could play with a broadsword and even compose poems. He was a martial artist, but he worshiped under Xia Yunyi, a well-known scholar in Fushe. , singing with a group of sour literati. But it seems that he has been flattering his feet for a few years, and he hasn't read serious military books."

"Such a simple trick to lure the enemy has been fooled, haha, this is really a godsend to me."

Yang Guowei also laughed. He fought with his uncle Tu Guobao, but he was always busy making money.For example, after Tu Guobao Zhenjiang Ning, he immediately found a new way to make a fortune, reselling private salt and saltpetre sulfur, and donating 300 taels of silver to his uncle every month.

Because the governor is his uncle and he is a guerrilla in charge of the bid, Yang Guowei made a fortune and made a lot of money every day.

Even his courage is getting bigger and bigger. Jing Benche from Chongming Island, Huang Fei and Wu Zhikui from Taihu Lake, Wu Yi from the White Waist Party, Gu Sanmazi from the sea, etc., he dares to trade with them. Gao, he doesn't care if he is a pirate, a water bandit, or a rebel, let alone whether he buys private salt or gunpowder.

But this doesn't hinder him, he and his uncle Tu Guobao are now planning to destroy these rebels.

Business is business, credit is credit.

"Is Li Yanling's cavalry ready outside the city?"

"Uncle, don't worry, just wait for the signal from our side, he will lead the cavalry falsely claiming that the Jiangning Eight Banners will kill him, and each of his [-] and eight banner soldiers will give two taels of silver, and they will be well fed. .”

Tu Guobao was very distressed, and asked these Manchu cavalry to cooperate, but it cost 3000 taels of silver reward, which is really a waste of money.But these uncles can't see that the money can't be adjusted.An additional 2000 taels of silver was given to Li Yanling.

"Uncle, don't worry about money. When Wu Zhikui and Huang Fei are taken down, there will be tens of thousands of prisoners. Uncle will hand them over to me, and I will sell them to uncle."

"Nowadays, a girl of twenty-eight, who is pretty, especially one from an official family can sell for a hundred silver. Virgins and girls who are good-looking can sell more. Even ordinary girls can sell for four hundred silver." 50 taels of silver, those who are soldiers, as long as they are young and strong without disabilities, are still very valuable, then we can sell them casually, and the silver will come rushing."

Heads can be claimed for meritorious service, captives can also be concealed and sold as slaves, and female relatives accompanying the army are even more valuable.As for the old and the weak, he was hacked and served as a military meritorious service.

You can even take the opportunity to rob the surrounding areas, and sell young village women and so on.

Tu Guobao admired this nephew's ability to make money, and always slipped back when fighting for life and fear of death, but in terms of the ability to make money, he was indeed capable.In the past few years, he has been able to succeed in official career, from a surrendered general to governor all the way, except for his cruelty, this money is not little.

In troubled times, who doesn't value silver.

"You prepare some gold for me then, prepare more, and I will give it to Hong Inner Court then."

"Understood, gold is valuable so it can be given without being conspicuous."

Gold is the most valuable in troubled times, one tael of gold can now be worth more than a dozen taels of silver, and a large yellow croaker can be worth a box of silver, making it a top-quality gift.

"If you want girls, I'll pick a few virgins."

"discuss later."

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Lu Zhiyu led [-] death squads and rushed straight along the street. In the dark night of Gusu City, they rolled like a frantic fire dragon.

Outside the city, Wu Zhikui finally got the long-awaited signal.

With one stroke of the spear, he shouted, "Go to the city!"

Under the guard of 8000 servants, he led [-] men and horses to rush towards Gusu City.

in the city.

When the Luzhiyu Death Squad rushed towards the academy, they finally encountered resistance.

Horses were set up in front, barbed wire was scattered, and even artillery was set up.

The archers on the inner three floors and the outer three floors blocked the way.

A cannon rang, and the flames suddenly lit up.

Iron sand and broken nails gushed out, sweeping across the street, and the death squads rushing in front fell down in an instant, followed by bows and arrows. The upstairs windows on both sides were pushed open, and rows of gunmen fired at them.

Lu Zhiyu shook his head, and found that the front was empty, with corpses strewn all over the ground, screaming and wailing.

He raised his knife and shouted, "Go!"

But there was another rain of arrows and the sound of gunfire, and another piece fell down.

At this time, the sound of intensive footsteps came from the street behind, and the brigade of spearmen rushed over densely.

Lu Zhiyu understood that they had been fooled.

This is a trap.

"withdraw!"

But it was too late to withdraw.

The narrow streets are now like a caged beast. The Qing army occupies a favorable terrain, shelling arrows and shooting guns, and there are dense pikemen in the rear, and the death squads fall one by one.

Lu Zhiyu vomited a mouthful of blood, held the knife high and couldn't stand anymore, staggered and fell down, he struggled to stand up, still held the knife high, vomited blood and shouted to the front, "Kill the thief, recover!"

A spear pierced him hard from behind, and then several more spears pierced him.

Blood spit out big mouthfuls.

"recover···"

The soldier lowered his high head and fell silent.

Yang Guowei swayed and walked over under the guard of the servants. He came to Lu Zhiyu, looked at this ruthless man, "He is a tough guy."

"Bring the knife."

The servant drew out the knife and handed it to him. Yang Guowei raised the knife and slashed at Lu Zhiyu's neck.

Finally, he hacked a few more times, and finally cut off the head. Picking up the head, he proudly showed off to his servants, "I will fight bravely, and cut off the head of the enemy general among thousands of troops, hahaha !"

Xu door.

Wu Zhikui led his troops into the city. Just halfway through the 8000 people, a huge rock suddenly fell from the city, blocking the gate and dividing the 8000 people into two.

Immediately afterwards, on the city wall, in the houses on the street, and in the shops, teams of armored soldiers rushed out one after another.

These people were in teams of five and ten in groups, with bows and crossbows drawn, spears and guns in hand, and they cut the thousands of Wu troops who rushed into the city into sections.

The head and the tail cannot look at each other, and the left and right cannot be connected.

The Qing army was only over a thousand, but they were very fierce, well-equipped, and had an ambush long ago. They made good use of the terrain and the weather, and killed Wu Zhikui's troops. They were caught off guard. Thousands of people outside the city looked at the suddenly closed city gate Staring blankly, there is not even a siege ladder.

And the thousands of people in the city were completely stunned when they were suddenly ambushed in all directions.

Wu Zhikui and the three hundred men under his command were fine. After being attacked, they quickly gathered together and barely resisted. But after the other soldiers were cut up, especially by the fire and shouts all around them, they were terrified and panicked. They didn't know what happened.

Morale collapsed soon, especially those recruits, especially those recruited rogue bandits, etc. Seeing that the situation was not good, they didn't want to fight to the death at all, and just ran around for their lives.

Wu Zhikui also knew that he was in ambush.

His personal soldiers protected him and fought while retreating, rushing towards the city gate, ignoring the other soldiers who were still in a panic. At this time, Wu Zhikui and his personal soldiers were not thinking about how to gather the troops, boost morale, and fight against the enemy. The enemy is fighting to the death, but how to escape from this trap as quickly as possible.

They even used knives to chop down their own soldiers who were blocking the way, just to run faster.

Finally, they fled to the city wall, fought their way out desperately, and finally escaped from Suzhou City by jumping over the wall with a mallet rope.

In the thick bloody storm, Wu Zhikui escaped with no more than [-] servants left. There were originally more than [-] people outside the city, but within half a day, most of these soldiers outside had already dispersed.

When it was almost dawn, Wu Zhikui, who had just managed to gather the remaining thousand horses, was startled by the sound of horses' hooves. A black line came rushing towards the east, and countless armored cavalry came, and it was impossible to tell how many there were.

The frightened defeated soldiers scattered and fled again.

The cavalry arrived in no time, there was a rampage, and there was no one to resist, and Wu's troops only cared about escaping.

Wu Zhikui, under the protection of his servants, ran desperately with his horse, and finally fled Suzhou City far away when the sun was shining with red rays.

Looking back, there were only Baqi left under his command.

With nearly 1 soldiers and horses, as well as several thousand family members and civilian husbands, more than [-] horses came to attack Suzhou City. In just one night, Wu Zhikui's army was defeated and scattered, and finally only he and Baqi's servants were left.

Not only were nearly ten thousand members gone, but even those hundreds of families were gone.

Looking at the embarrassing figure reflected in the water, Wu Zhikui, a sturdy and strong man, who was once famous in the capital, could compose poetry, play the piano, be good at riding and archery, and fencing, and could dance with one hundred and eight patterns of swords. I couldn't help but knelt by the water and wept bitterly.

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