I was living at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and I dealt a brutal blow to the Eight Banners!

On the north gate tower of Fuzhou City.

"Report! Your Excellency, a scout reports that Prince Su, Hauge, is leading nearly ten thousand troops of the Plain Blue Banner to block the mountain pass!"

what!

Shen Qiyuan looked at Zhang Jingchuan beside him with a shocked expression.

Why would the Qing army go to Xiaoheishan?

Could this be an attempt to block the Ming army from Jinzhouwei from rushing to the aid of Fuzhou City?

"Report! Your Excellency, General Shi Lang has sent a message by carrier pigeon, reporting the discovery of the Goryeo navy in the western waters of Fuzhou Guard, consisting of dozens of warships of various sizes!"

"Report!!! A message from Ningyuan Guard via carrier pigeon: The Qing army, led by Dorgon, launched a strong attack on Ningyuan City. Ningyuan City has been captured, and Governor Ma and the other generals and their remaining troops are unable to escape."

"Damn it! The Qing army in Ningyuan only numbers in the tens of thousands, while we have tens of thousands of Ming troops inside Ningyuan. How come we can't even hold a city? How did we fight this battle?!"

Wu Guozhong cursed loudly, his chest heaving.

Although he was once Ma Shaoyu's man, since he followed Zhang Jingchuan, he has fought many victorious battles, either conquering cities and seizing territories or plundering, and he has never suffered any losses.

Hearing of the fall of Ningyuan fills me with indignation.

People who get used to winning become particularly sensitive to losing.

Currently, Fuzhou City is besieged by the Qing army, which has not only cut off the reinforcements from Jinzhou Guard but also blockaded the port of Fuzhou Guard. Coupled with the great defeat in Ningyuan City, their situation here is already very serious.

Inside Fuzhou City, they were essentially an isolated force!

"Uncle?"

Wu Guozhong looked at Zhang Jingchuan.

At this juncture, it is up to Lord Zhang to make the decision.

In Wu Guozhong's view, there are only two paths before them.

One,

He abandoned Fuzhou City and led his troops to break through the siege.

As the saying goes, "a person dies if they move, a tree thrives if they move," so taking advantage of the fact that the southward-bound Qing army had not yet established a firm foothold, he quickly led the Chuanzi Battalion and the Musketeer Battalion in the city to evacuate.

As for the grain and supplies inside the city, they can be burned, but the people will probably have to stay inside.

But based on Wu Guozhong's understanding of Lord Zhang, he probably wouldn't abandon the people.

The second option,

Continue to hold the line and wear down the Qing troops outside the city.

Then they pinned their hopes on Shi Lang's navy. As long as the Liaodong navy could defeat the Goryeo navy, the grain and supplies of Jinzhouwei could be continuously transported to Fuzhou City by sea.

In that case, this deadlock can be turned around.

Zhang Jingchuan's eyes narrowed. He glanced at Wu Guozhong, then at Shen Qiyuan beside him, before finally fixing his gaze on Wu Guozhong.

"Why panic!"

Zhang Jingchuan's expression remained calm, showing no sign of being disturbed by the predicament before him.

In fact, Zhang Jingchuan had anticipated this day would come after he took control of Fuzhou Guard.

Yes, the Qing army was short of manpower and was indeed unwilling to fight on two fronts, but after all, they had captured two garrisons in succession. Given the Qing army's style, there was no reason for them to let the situation go unchecked.

Therefore, as soon as he captured Fuzhou, Zhang Jingchuan ordered the artillery to be brought here. Ten Fujian ships transported the cannons, and within just two days, a hundred cannons, along with countless cannonballs and gunpowder, were delivered to Fuzhou.

With these hundred cannons, even if the Qing army launches a strong attack, they will not be able to climb the city walls for at least ten days.

Meanwhile, over at Xiaoheishan, Xu Fuzou was personally in charge, with a Jing-character battalion of 5,000 elite infantrymen, a musketeer battalion of 3,000 musketeers, a cavalry battalion of 2,000 elite cavalrymen, and two artillery battalions.

Even if Hauge only brought one Plain Blue Banner, or even if he brought another banner, he wouldn't be able to stop Xu Fuzou from heading north to provide reinforcements.

Xu Fuzou was a deputy commander who had followed Yuan Chonghuan for many years. He had served in the army for more than 20 years. When it came to experience fighting against the Qing army, even generals like Wu Sangui could only rank behind him.

As for the Goryeo navy, Zhang Jingchuan had even less to worry about.

Although the Goryeo navy had a large number of warships, most of them were small ships used to assist in combat, and there were only about a dozen or so Panokseons that could be considered the main warships.

Even disregarding the two thousand-ton galleons, the Liaodong navy led by Shi Lang, with just ten Fujian ships, could severely damage the Goryeo navy. Shi Lang had been fighting at sea with Zheng Zhilong since he was seventeen.

Although he was only twenty-one years old, the naval battles he had experienced were far beyond what Lin Qingye, the admiral, could compare to.

The biggest naval battle Lin Qingye had ever experienced was five years ago when he cooperated with the Qing army to attack Pi Island, using their overwhelming numerical superiority to bully Mao Wenlong's dozen or so dilapidated ships.

That's why Zhang Jingchuan viewed the Qing army's siege of Fuzhou as naive, like three dogs surrounding a tiger.

Looking at the main force of the Qing army setting up camp in the distance, Zhang Jingchuan couldn't help but feel a bit amused and exasperated.

The Qing army's actions were intended to besiege Fuzhou and wage a war of attrition against Zhang Jingchuan.

But Zhang Jingchuan did not want to do as the other party wished.

immediately,

Zhang Jingchuan beckoned to the guards behind him, and two guards carried over the Overlord Spear that the Foundry had forged for Zhang Jingchuan.

He took the heavy Overlord Spear, weighing dozens of kilograms, and slammed the butt of the spear heavily into the ground.

Upon seeing this, Wu Guozhong immediately understood what his master was about to do, lowered his head, and bowed with one fist.

"Wu Guozhong!"

"The humble position is here!"

"Call over the five hundred elite cavalry I brought. I want to lead them to storm the Qing army's camp and show them that the Ming army is not just good at defending cities!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Guozhong still expressed some concern:

"My lord, you mustn't! This humble servant is willing to go in your place, but please, my lord, stay in Fuzhou City. You are our backbone, and there must be no mishaps!"

"I am the backbone, not a mascot. My mind is made up, no need for further words, go and prepare!"

"Yes!" Wu Guozhong bowed and left.

Shen Qiyuan watched from the side without saying a word.

He also wanted to see just how capable this young Duke of Da Ming was, and whether it was worth investing the wealth that Goryeo had accumulated over the years into him.

For Zhang Jingchuan, personally leading five hundred elite cavalry to charge into battle wouldn't change anything in the grand scheme of things.

But sometimes, seemingly meaningless actions can subtly change things.

at least,

This allowed Shen Qiyuan, a minister from Goryeo, to witness the true prowess of a Ming general, and also gave him, the leader of the Tongming faction, more confidence.

At the same time, it also lets everyone know that the Ming army in Ningyuan has been defeated, but the Ming army in Fuzhou is still there, and the Ming army flag has not fallen. Zhang Jingchuan, the Earl of Pinglu of the Ming Dynasty, must win back the face lost by the Ming army that retreated from Ningyuan!

At the foot of the North Gate Tower,

Zhang Jingchuan, mounted on his warhorse and wielding his Overlord Spear, looked at the five hundred elite cavalrymen of his personal guard behind him and roared:

"These five hundred elite cavalrymen were personally trained by me."

right now,

I will personally lead you to storm the Qing army's camp.

Do you dare?

"We swear to follow you to the death, Lord!" the five hundred cavalrymen shouted.

Looking at the proud and spirited cavalrymen before him, Zhang Jingchuan nodded in satisfaction.

"Imperial Guard Battalion, follow me into battle!"

"We obey!"

"We obey!"

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