Ming Zhengzhi, I am Zheng Kezang

The June sun shone hotly in Haicheng City, which had been besieged for nearly [-] days. Most of the Manchu and Han Mongolian soldiers hid in the houses of the people in the city or under the shade of trees. However, the sun was easy to hide but the hunger in their belly But it can't be relieved by covering your head and sleeping deeply.

"Cough cough! Cough cough! Which bastard is lighting the fire, the smoke is so heavy." Wang Jiu, who was limp on the ground and didn't want to move, was so smoked that he couldn't stand it, so he had to curse and get up, his legs were floating for two days and two nights. The water and rice were not sticking to the teeth, and after finally struggling to hold on to the wall, he walked out of the house and saw a few fellow campers surrounded by an iron pot. "Eat!" Wang Jiu seemed to be on a stimulant, rushing over, yelling while trying to push the crowd away. "Share me a bite."

"What's the hurry!" The people in the inner circle turned their heads and spat at Wang Jiu, they have reached this point, who cares about others. "Except for officials, now who has a flat stomach and hasn't eaten for a few days, and is still crowded. It's just out of the pot, don't squeeze!"

Wang Jiu greeted his companions around with a shy face, and when he finally squeezed into the inner circle, he saw the water in the pot was churning, and several pieces of white meat were rolling up and down in time, Wang Jiu took a deep breath, then swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and then exclaimed.

"My mother, what is this thing, why is it so fragrant! Good brothers, please share with me later."

"To you?" Qing Jun, who was vigorously stirring the pot with a willow branch, raised his head slightly and gave him a disdainful look. "Do you know what is cooked?" Wang Jiu had been lying down for more than a day, how could he know, so he shook his head, and the Qing soldier pointed to the dismantled skin and bones beside him. "See? It's rat meat, do you still dare to eat it?"

Wang Jiu was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Oh my god, at this time, even human flesh has to be eaten, even rat flesh."

"That's the truth." The Qing army, who was fanning the flames, raised his dark face and agreed. "Officials still have to eat and drink, we can't wait to die." Haicheng has been besieged for a long time, and the food in the city has been looted long ago. The horses that were once reluctant to be slaughtered are now broken even to make soup. There is really no other way. The various ministries of the Qing army could only show their own special abilities. Those who caught birds caught birds, and those who caught mice caught mice. "So even if you starve to death tomorrow, you have to keep your belly round today."

While talking, the Qing soldier over there scooped up some soup in the pot with a ladle and tasted it, then picked up a piece of rat meat with chopsticks made of willow branches and put it in his mouth to chew, while the people around him stared at it. Looking at him intently, Wang Jiu couldn't bear the hunger and thirst in his belly, so he asked cautiously, "Is it cooked? Is it ready to eat?"

"Okay!" Qing Jun, who was in charge of the spoon, nodded, and the people around immediately became commotion. Jun took advantage of the situation to speak. "What's the hurry, first come first, first come first, if any bastard dares to mess around, he will eat human flesh at night!"

Under the threat, the starving Qing army finally became disciplined, but there was not much rat meat, and the front part was divided, and the latter could only drink a sip of the broth with the aroma. The Qing army gathered more and more, and a large pot of soup was quickly divided, and no one could fill the second bowl.

Wang Jiu was lucky, and finally got a piece of meat. When he was still licking the soup bowl, the Qing army who had just taken the spoon stood there and waved the soup ladle: "If you don't want to be hungry at night, go to Xicheng and throw the Mongolian Eight Banners in the Bring back that saddle to Lao Tzu."

Wang Jiu didn't want to go, but the burning Qing army stared at him, so he could only slowly get up and follow the brigade. Halfway on the road, he saw that no one was paying attention, so he whispered to the Qing army: "Brother Wang Jiu, General Shao Wuying, this big brother looks a bit unfamiliar, I don't know how to address him?"

The other party ignored him at all, and Wang Jiu didn't feel bored, instead he asked, "Why are we going to Xicheng to pick up saddles?"

In the end, no one answered. Wang Jiu reluctantly followed the brigade to the west city step by step. Without any guards, a dozen or so Qing soldiers picked up two saddles and returned. They returned to the yard just now and hid the saddles in the In the woodshed.

"Brothers! This saddle is not enough," the Qing army in charge was not satisfied with what everyone had gained, so he asked further. "I have to run two more times. I remember clearly that nearly [-] horses were slaughtered before and after. There must be two or three thousand saddles. No, my request is not much. The big guy has to bring back five hundred !"

"Not going!" Wang Jiu yelled. "I just took a sip of soup, I can't run anymore, I have to go by myself, I won't serve you anymore!"

"Do you still want to drink soup and eat meat?" Qing Jun, who was in charge of the spoon, saw that quite a few people were incited by Wang Jiu, so he had to come forward to explain. "You don't even think about it, how can there be so many mice in this city for you to catch!" The Qing soldiers were even more discouraged when they heard this, but the turning point was also here. "The underside of the saddle is wood, which can be used as firewood when chopped, and the top is cowhide, which can be used to make soup if it can't stand it anymore." Although the voice was very low, the man still looked around after he finished speaking. , and immediately warned everyone. "This is a matter of life and death. If others take the lead, we will only die."

However, the survival of a small group of Qing soldiers could not change the predicament in Haicheng City.On the tenth day of June, after 83 days of siege, Liu Guoxuan, who defeated Yang Jie's reinforcements, finally launched a general offensive.The helpless Qing army could not resist the fierce offensive of Zheng army. On this day, Haicheng changed hands.

"My lord!" Watching Duan Yingju hang a section of white silk on the beam, all the relatives immediately went up to stop him. "You can't live lightly!"

"The emperor granted Yu the military power in Fujian. Yu originally wanted to defeat Zheng Ni in order to repay the emperor's favor. However, the general was incompetent and exhausted the three armies. The death of Haicheng has dragged you down. Now the city has been destroyed and the army has been destroyed. Yu has another He Yan face to live on." Duan Yingju had long been prepared for the current situation, if he didn't die, then his wife and children in Fuzhou City would die, comparing the two, he would rather choose the former. "Let's go quickly," Duan Yingju told several soldiers. "Zheng Jun may not be able to kill all the surrendered soldiers in the city, if he can survive then," Duan Yingju bowed to the soldiers. "Please also go to Fuzhou to spread a message for Yu's family, Yu is considered dead."

"My lord!" The soldiers cried and watched as Duan Yingju calmly put his neck into the knot and then died after kicking his feet and pooping, but there were not many people who were really mourning. Still hoping that Duan Yingju's judgment is correct, so that he can escape from this dead end

Compared with Duan Yingju's ugly appearance before his death, the death of Mu Boxifo, the commander of the Eight Banners stationed in Fuzhou in Mongolia, seemed much more heroic.After drinking the last bowl of strong wine, he smashed all the remaining dozen jars of wine, and then set a fire in the room full of wine

Another general of the Qing army, Huang Lan, resisted to the end, and he was beaten into a sieve by the firecrackers after killing more than ten Zheng soldiers.

Of course, there were also those who surrendered without a fight. Meng An, Wei He, Tian Xiangwu and other green camp military officers raised the white flag as soon as Zheng Jun rushed into the city, and thus saved their lives.

"Your Majesty, Liu Guoxuan's fast boat sent an apology, saying that he had confiscated Duan Yingju's body on his own initiative and sent it to his own soldiers to return to Fuzhou, so please forgive him for his crime of usurpation." Feng Xifan reported. "In addition, the book also asks the king, Meng An and others how to deal with the surrendered generals and soldiers."

"Liu Guoxuan is a slippery guy, he has done everything. Is it possible that the good reputation belongs to him, and the bad reputation is borne by himself?" Haicheng's victory revived Mingzheng's momentum. How could Zhu Jin, who was originally excited by this, be able to He dealt with meritorious ministers, so after joking around, Zhu Jin forgot about the so-called pleading guilty. "As for Meng An and others, Feng Qing, what regulations do you have?"

"It's better to treat the Qing army with generous hospitality, so as to shake the fighting spirit of the Qing army." Feng Xifan came up with such an idea, and seeing that Zhu Jin was moved after hearing this, he further added. "Of course, Meng An and others should not stay in the mainland. Don't the grandchildren want to be a real power? Move them there and supervise them. As for the surrender, the minister's meaning is the same."

Since Dongning's troops were either transferred westward to the mainland or trapped in monitoring Pingpu, Zhu Jin expressed a little doubt about Feng Xifan's last suggestion: "There are more than 8000 troops from Haicheng. If all of them are sent to Dongning, will there be an uprising?" What's the mess?"

"It's just more than 8000 people starved to death." Although Feng Xifan deliberately made things difficult for Chen Yonghua, he was not a person without restraint. "Jian Guo once planned to renovate the official road between Anping and one prefecture and two prefectures, but it had to be suspended due to lack of manpower. With these more than 8000 captives, I think future generations will be happy."

"Qinshe? He's the one who has a lot of things to do." Even so, Zhu Jin didn't go deep into this topic. Feng Xifan naturally understood that in fact Zhu Jin had acquiesced, but before he had time to retreat, Zhu Jin I mentioned it again. "Feng Qing, you think Liu Guoxuan has made such great achievements, how should I reward him?"

Feng Xifan's expression changed. This is a big favor, and he might be able to use it to establish his position in the Ming Zheng regime, but he is old and cunning after all, and he quickly peeped out something from Zhu Jin's expression, so he had to Suppressing his desire to speak up, he just saluted Zhu Jin deeply: "The reward comes from the king, how dare the servants overstep it."

"Qing is really cautious." Zhu Jin dropped such a beating sentence with a half-smile, which made Feng Xifan sweat coldly, but Zhu Jin was just a general beating, and instead of starting it, he changed the subject instead. "To restore Haicheng or make efforts to defend the defense, the land and water generals have meritorious deeds, Jin Liu Guoxuan is the general of Wu Pingbo Zhengbei, Wu Shu is the general of Dingxibo Pingbei, and He You, the right tiger guard, is promoted to the general of Zuo Wuwei. , Former Tiger Guard Lin was promoted to General of the Right Wuwei, and both were appointed as the Governor of the Left; there were differences in the ranks of each town and battalion. In addition, Cai Yi (that is, the former Wen Zhu Yin) was the General of Danglu"