Southern Ming Rebel Army

Liang Sanhu was seriously injured and still unconscious. The Tartar's knife was extremely powerful, but fortunately his armor absorbed most of the force, but whether he lives or dies depends on his own luck. The doctor shook his head and sighed.

Gu Yanwu also sighed upon hearing this, "What a brave man! I hope he can survive this disaster."

"I hope so." Meng Jun also looked regretful.

Meng Jun then visited the wounded soldiers in the wounded camp. Stepping into the place filled with the smell of herbs and painful groans, Meng Jun could feel the pain endured by the soldiers with every step he took, whether they were soldiers of the service army, the Changlin garrison, or the auxiliary soldiers.

Meng Jun immediately inquired about the soldiers' injuries, expressed his concern and encouragement, and praised them as warriors. Some soldiers were in unbearable pain and had tears in their eyes, but when they saw the Grand Commander personally visiting them, their eyes flashed with excitement, and some soldiers even said that Hangzhou City would definitely be conquered.

As time went by, the originally dull and depressing wounded soldiers' camp was gradually enveloped by an active atmosphere, and a smile appeared on the faces of the soldiers. This visit greatly improved the morale of the wounded soldiers' camp. The soldiers knew that they were not alone and that someone cared about their suffering.

When Meng Jun left the wounded camp, his heart was filled with emotion. A general's success is built on the bones of countless soldiers. How many people died on the battlefield at his command? But he could not stop, and he could not let down those soldiers who shed their blood under the city of Hangzhou.

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In Hangzhou city, the Governor's Office.

In the inner hall, two doctors were solemnly bandaging Zhuma La's wrist. Zhuma La's face was as pale as paper, which was a sign of excessive blood loss. He was limp and leaning on the bed. Zhang Cunren, who was standing by, had a sad face and was worried. If the Eight Banners Army had not tried its best to save the crisis today, Hangzhou City would have been in danger. Originally thought that they could hold out for a month or two, but unexpectedly, on the third day, Hangzhou City was already in turmoil.

Afterwards, Zhang Cunren left the inner hall and immediately wrote a letter for help, ordering the messenger to rush to Bolo's army without stopping, requesting them to come to the rescue as soon as possible. If they hesitated, Hangzhou City would be lost, Suzhou and Hangzhou would be lost, and the reputation of the Eight Banners would be damaged.

In less than a cup of tea, the south gate of Hangzhou was opened to a width that was only wide enough for two people to enter and exit. Then dozens of cavalrymen rushed out of the gate without stopping and headed towards Lishui, Zhejiang.

On the 20th, outside the East City of Hangzhou, the sound of killing shook the sky. In the North City, Han Xiong's troops had also lined up and cleared obstacles, and the Qing army must have deployed a large number of troops to defend the North City.

The ten battalions of the service army have been merged into five battalions, forming a large camp of 3,000 people. Meng Jun promised these surrendered soldiers that they would be rewarded handsomely if they captured Hangzhou City.

The cannons fired first, followed by the infantry charging with shields. The generals at all levels were becoming more and more adept at fighting siege battles, and the soldiers who took the lead in attacking the city also became more savvy, knowing how to hold the shields to block arrows most effectively. The Green Camp soldiers in Hangzhou city were already pale and trembling, as everyone is afraid of death. When had these Green Camp soldiers ever experienced such a brutal attack and defense battle?

"Right here, stop, shield hands, raise your hands diagonally." Just as my soldiers had begun to climb the city wall, the archers of the Meng army on the side had also taken their positions, and then shot at the top of the city wall. From time to time, the Green Camp soldiers who stuck their heads out to throw stones down were shot and fell to the ground.

"Twelve," Chen Changgong muttered in a low voice, then pulled out an arrow from his back, put the noose on it, and stared at the top of the city wall. At this time, a Green Camp soldier just showed his head and quickly threw down a brick, and Chen Changgong shot the arrow in his hand instantly. Unfortunately, this person was too timid, and after throwing it down, he didn't even look to see if he hit anyone, and immediately lowered his head from the parapet.

Chen Changgong cursed angrily, "Coward, you wasted my arrow!"

At this time, the cave house under the city wall reached the place where it was dug yesterday, and then the soldiers in the cave house took iron pickaxes and dug the bricks hard. The cave house had been dug here for two days. As bricks were handed out, the defenders on the top of the city ignored the threat of bows and arrows from the city and madly poured boiling oil down. Although the cave house blocked it, as the torches on the top of the city fell, the cave house began to burn fiercely, and the soldiers inside ran out helplessly.

However, the cave houses were simple to build. When the cave houses below the city were burned down, the Meng army in the rear had already pushed out several cave houses and quickly moved towards the city wall. The Green Camp defenders were furious and cursed, "Damn, are these people rats?"

Meng Jun was anxious at the moment. He stared at the fierce fighting in front of him, his heart full of anxiety and worry. Although brave men rushed to the city wall from time to time, they could not hold on for a long time. The Eight Banners Army led by Wu Lachan was like a group of firefighters, quickly shuttling on the Hangzhou city wall. Seeing Wu Lachan successfully resisting one climbing point after another, Meng Jun was so angry that his mouth was a little blistering.

Seeing that the attack was already ineffective, Meng Jun reluctantly ordered his troops to retreat.

Outside the Meng army camp at night, there were teams of patrol soldiers patrolling back and forth at the camp from time to time, and the light and dark sentries in the distance were basic operations. Meng Jun had attacked the Qing army twice at night, so naturally he was afraid of being attacked at night.

In the central tent of the Meng army, Guo Hu looked at Meng Jun and said, "Commander-in-chief, today's battle is just a matter of breath. In my opinion, we should select the best troops and climb up the city. As long as we can hold on, the Eight Banners have only 2,000 people, and we can kill them by exhaustion. Moreover, these banner soldiers have suffered losses in defending the city for several days."

Du Yonghe also nodded and said, "Yes, Governor. It will take too much time to use cave houses and artillery to knock down the city wall. Moreover, even if the city wall is dug down, it will not be a smooth road. The messy stones will make it even more difficult to climb."

"Nonsense! As long as the city collapses, we will have so many people and can quickly build a slope. The army can rush in and capture Hangzhou city in an instant," Xiao Mingzuo retorted immediately after hearing this.

Du Yonghe said angrily, "Bolo will be here soon. How can we dig the city so quickly?" Then several people began to argue with each other.

"Okay, stop arguing." Meng Jun rubbed his head with a headache. After everyone quieted down, Meng Jun continued, "Continue digging, but tomorrow we need to organize a group of elite soldiers, feed them well, and wait for the Eight Banners soldiers to be caught off guard and rush into the city. Tomorrow, the heavily armored soldiers will go into battle."

Meng Bizhi heard this, stood up, and said in a muffled but firm voice, "Yes, Governor, I understand that I will conquer Hangzhou City."