"Mom, I've long known that Guangdong people are all rebels. They are so motivated to rebel. It seems that they are still killing less!"

The one who was gritting his teeth and talking badly about Guangdong people was the old traitor of Shang Kexi, the King of Pingnan of the Qing Dynasty.

The old traitor is now standing on a high slope on the western foot of Matou Mountain, holding a thousand-mile mirror, observing the intersection of Longtou Mountain seven or eight miles away through the dense raindrops that are constantly falling from the sky.

Although his vision was blurry through the wind and rain, he could still see the busy scenes on the thief's positions.

It was such a storm and the foot of Longtou Mountain was still so muddy, it was not the time to work! But these people didn't know what kind of demon they were possessed, and they were actually working barely, and how much military pay did the surname Zhu give them? Could those traitor soldiers get two or three taels of silver every month, right?

There shouldn't be that much. When the Ming Dynasty was rich, ordinary soldiers could actually get one or two silver dollars a month, so they had already met the very conscientious Shangguan!

"Ama, the leaders of all the flag troops and the green camp have arrived. Do you think you should set up camp first, or go directly if you don't set up camp?"

Shang Kexi's son Shang Zhixiao was also seriously guilty this time. For many days, people don't take off their clothes or saddles. This is Guangdong from late April to early May of the lunar calendar!

What does it look like if you haven’t changed your clothes or take a bath for so many days? People are smelly! There are lice crawling in your braids and beards!

What's even worse is that the rain has been falling from yesterday afternoon to now, and it has never stopped. Although Shang Zhixiao still has a straw raincoat to block the rain, he was soaked in the rain while marching for twelve hours. The straw raincoat and straw hat have been soaked in the rain. Wearing them is like wearing a wet cotton jacket and a wet cotton hat to get wet in the heavy rain. It is so uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

Shang Zhixiao is now looking for a house with a roof to move in. He first bathed in a hot water, drank a glass of iced rice wine, ate a hot meal, and finally climbed onto a wooden bed with a mat and slept well for a day and night.

So he was very much looking forward to the old man who could order the troops to set up camp and at least rest until dawn tomorrow before sending troops.

"What camp?" Shang Kexi glared at his son, "Everyone is all about to return home. Now he is almost at the gate of Guangzhou. Who wants to camp and live? Now he should fight and win in one go. Is it okay to go back to Guangzhou to hug his wife and sleep with him?"

Shang Zhixiao frowned: "But everyone is too tired."

"What's so tired? He put his head on his belt, and he still knows it's tired? I'm passing on the order of the king, and the whole army will rest for an hour, eat some dry food, then put on armor, hold weapons, and don't have to bring firearms. This time, the white knife is put into the red knife! Then ask the leaders and the green camp to prepare shield chariots, and then set up a formation at the foot of Matou Mountain in one and a half hours."

"One and a half later?" Shang Zhixiao looked at the sky, "It's almost dusk!"

Shang Kexi nodded, squinted his eyes and looked at the sky, saying, "The rain should be lighter by then. It's just right for the battle. You will definitely be able to decide the outcome until the first half of the night. If you win, everything will be easy."

Old Traitor Shang only said half of what he said, and the other half was: If you lose, it would be easier to run away if it gets dark!

I have to say that this old traitor has not forgotten his skills in fighting. His arrangements are quite experienced and his grasp of the battlefield situation and morale of the military is quite in place.

Although his opponent Zhu Hetong is not as good as Shang Kexi, he is not ambiguous when it comes to cheering the people below.

While Shang Kexi's men were having a short rest, he took dozens of "bearded scholars" to inspect every camp position below, cheering and encouraging the soldiers below.

This time, Zhu Heying took three towns to Longshankou. Each town has two left and right associations, each association has five battalions. There are thirty battalions in total, and ten of them are placed on the official road behind as reserves. The remaining twenty battalions are lined up, blocking in front, pulling out a seven or eight-mile long snake formation.

Because the training level of Jinyi's personal army under Zhu Hezang is not high, it cannot gather or unfold quickly, and it will not change into a formation.

Therefore, Zhu and the Cang could only place the battalions in place in advance before the war started, and then waited for beating or rushing forward to chop!

Now we need to carry out pre-war mobilization, of course we can only "door-to-door service"!

When Zhu Hetong arrived at the first camp position, he was greeted with a collective cheer from three or four hundred people.

"The saint is here, the saint is here, the saint"

Of course, the "saint" that people call is Zhu Hetang!

He is now a "garlic saint" who can save all the "dead people"! He cured not only the patients with diarrhea. In the previous battles, there were many wounded soldiers on the Ming army who were gunned and iron sand. Most of them were cured by the doctor who accompanied the army with a knife and a garlic pill under the leadership of Zhu Hetong.

So now everyone doesn’t call him the prince or the third grandson, but calls him the saint!

Zhu Heying looks very "saint" now. Although he was patrolling the formation in the rain, he did not hold an umbrella, nor did he wear a straw raincoat and a straw hat. Instead, he came with a horn and cloth cloth like the people who were working with their arms.

Zhu and the monk waved at the cheering people, and the cheering sound gradually calmed down, and everyone held their breath and looked at their saints.

"My brothers!" Zhu Heying immediately began his first pre-squad speech. He affectionately called everyone "my brothers". "Our enemy Shang Kexi has arrived at Matou Mountain and followed him with only a tired army of less than 20,000 people, and they were defeated in Jieyang! Now they are blocked by us outside Guangzhou City and cannot enter. They are already at the end of the road and are about to fight to trap beasts. You think, can we let go of the evil thief Shang Kexi and his lackeys?"

"cannot!"

"You can't let Shang Kexi go!"

"Yes, we can't let Shang Kexi go. If we let the recovery come, we will be dead."

"Kill Shang Kexi and break into Guangzhou City!"

People's emotions were immediately incited!

How bad it is!

The Guangdong people almost died of half of his troubles and wanted to let him go. If he took a breath and became awesome again, he would recover the lost land in the South China Sea, Shunde, Xiangshan and other counties. If he turned around, he would not have massacred one by one?

So this rebellion must be done to the end!

"Okay!" Zhu Heying waved his fists, "Shang Kexi is also my enemy. My mother died in Wencun. My monk Kexi is irreconcilable today. I will fight with everyone today!

If you can kill Shang and enter Guangzhou, you will be my brothers and I will be your boss. In the future, we will conquer the world, enjoy peace, and be rich and prosperous together!"

The people below had a personality cult to Zhu Heying. Now, after hearing what he said, everyone was excited, "Long live the saint! Long live! Long live"

The cheers kept ringing on the Ming army's positions also reached Shang Kexi. When Zhu Heying ran to the thirty battalions below and returned to his central army to wait for the war, Shang Kexi also summoned the troops and prepared to mobilize.

I only saw the old traitor Shang put on the yellow dragon-patterned cloth armor that he was willing to take out and wear when the ceremony was held (this was given to him by the Manchu master), rode his BMW, stood on a high place, raised his whip, pointed to the west, and shouted: "My sons, Guangzhou is thirty miles away! My wife and children are all there in our home! But Zhu San Grandson led his troops to block us from going home, and he also wanted to enter Guangzhou City, wanting to kill all our wives and children so that we could die!

You said, what should I do?"

"kill!"

The traitor army under Shang Kexi suddenly became excited!
Chapter completed!