The distance of thirty or forty miles was not too long for the cavalry. When the Qing army was desperately fighting horses, it took only half an hour for the vanguard to arrive at the scene. But when they arrived, they happened to see the back of the attacking Ming army leaving. The entire scene was in a mess, and fires were still burning everywhere on the river bank. The remaining soldiers of the Inlaid Red Flag and Tianzhu Army were all at a loss in their eyes. Only a few people tried their best to rescue the food, cloth and other supplies in the fire, but most of them were just staring blankly.

"Hurry, put out the fire!" The Qing army who came to help did not care about the pursuit. They understood that if all the supplies were really burned out, they would drink the northwest wind in a few days, and everyone would immediately go to put out the fire.

However, although the fire was on the river bank, the water level of the canal had dropped to the lowest point. They did not have many fire-making tools, so they could only move some of the materials that had not been lit. It was considered as robbing some materials. The rest of the fire could only be allowed to burn them. Sometimes, when they encountered a large truck loading gunpowder, they would explode coldly. Several Qing soldiers had been killed.

Ye Chen was covered in blood, and the braids behind his head were already spread apart. Shang Kexi was also pale and was chanting in a nagging manner. "It's over, it's over."

The loss this time was so huge, and Duoduo would not spare it easily. Ye Chen was an old minister of the three dynasties and a man of mankind. He could be fine, but he didn't know what kind of punishment he would be subject to?

Seeing that the monk Ye Chen was so sad that he looked depressed, several soldiers of Tianzhu soldiers showed a slight smile on their lips. These were Brother Sun and others who were beaten. If they could report the news they got in time, even though they could not avoid the fate of attacking him afterwards, they could at least save a lot of supplies first.

Duoduo paced back and forth in the camp, sweating on his face kept coming. It seemed that from the cold winter to the midsummer, when he saw the thick smoke, he felt something was wrong the more he thought about it, and he felt very regretful. He would have sent people to pick him up earlier, and there was no need to be so anxious now.

The other generals who were not sent out were also sitting in the Duoduo camp. Their faces were full of nervousness, and Duoduo was walking wherever they were walking.

"No. Minggou is all courageless and can only hide in the city. How dare you attack the Qing army on your own initiative?" Duoduo comforted himself. He couldn't help but remember the scene of invading Shandong a few years ago. The army robbed 300,000 young and strong animals at one time. The team dragged into hundreds of miles, and often dozens of Qing troops dared to escort thousands of young and strong men on their way. When passing by the city, the Ming army in the city did not dare to shoot an arrow.

Ye Chen had three thousand people, and Shang Kexi had three thousand people. There must be many Ming troops who could attack. The Ming army in Huai'an Prefecture had been crippled. Where did those Ming troops come from?

But how to explain the thick smoke in front of him? Could it be that Ye Chen himself was crazy and setting fire? With these questions, no matter how Duoduo comforted himself, he was panicked but couldn't stop. From the Battle of Jinan, Duoduo had actually felt that the Ming army seemed to have changed again compared to several years ago, that is, the spirit lost after the Battle of Songjin seemed to have returned, and he could not compare this Ming army with the Ming army several years ago.

A sound of horse hooves came from outside. All the generals in the camp looked out and calculated the time. The messengers from the news were about to arrive. Duoduo strode outward to open the camp tent. The other generals followed one after another. Sure enough, a messenger outside had just jumped off the horse.

Before Duoduo could stand firm, he asked anxiously: "What happened?"

"Report. Prince Ye Chen encountered an attack on the Ming army. Most of the materials brought by the Ming army were burned down. At present, the Ming army has retreated. The reinforcements sent by the prince are working hard to rescue the materials."

"Oh!" Duoduo hit himself heavily, even his intestines were regretful. But then again, the Emperor of Ming Dynasty was under his nose and was about to besiege the Emperor of Ming Dynasty, for fear that he would break through, and he would send people to capture the cannon fodder for offensive land use. The manpower was insufficient. He would not have thought that something would happen to the guards in a safe place.

"Nonsense. Where did the Ming army come from?" a Qing general asked in disbelief.

"According to Lord Ye Chen, there is a Ming army that is most likely the Ming army from Xuzhou."

"Kong Youde, Geng Zhongming misled me."

When Duoduo heard that it was the Ming army from Xuzhou, he was very annoyed by Kong Youde and others. If Kong Youde was there, he would have wished to chop Kong Youde and leave it to Kong Youde for more than 50,000 people. He thought that no matter how bad it was, he could fight against the Ming army in Xuzhou City, but he unexpectedly let some of the Ming army emerge. If he knew that Kong Youde and others had led the defeated general to retreat to Shandong, he would probably vomit blood even more.

"What's wrong with Lord Ye Chen?" The question was a general of the Inlaid Red Flag. Ye Chen was Gushan Ezhen of the Inlaid Red Flag. A Prince Su had just died of the Qing Dynasty. If another Gushan Ezhen died, his face would be greatly lost.

"Go back to General, is there nothing wrong with Lord Ye Chen?"

Everyone was relieved when they heard that Ye Chen was fine, and Duoduo felt a little more at ease. Ye Chen was so stupid that he was also a veteran who had been leading troops for many years. Since he had nothing to do, he would naturally try his best to protect the supplies. He asked in a hopeful tone: "What is the loss of supplies?"

"Prince..." The messenger got up. He was afraid that Prince Yu would draw a knife to cut himself off. Although it was not his fault, what reason would a prince need to kill a slave?

Seeing the messenger's face, Dodo's heart was turned on. It seemed that the losses would not be small. He suppressed his anger and did not want his subordinates to see his ruthlessness: "Tell me, I will not blame him randomly."

After receiving Duoduo's promise, the messenger's face turned strong: "Back to the prince, the specific losses have not been counted yet. However, cloth, silk and other things are flammable, and at least 90% of them are lost. As for the food, about 20% of them are left, and all the gunpowder is burned by Mingdo."

As soon as the messenger finished speaking, all the generals behind Duoduo took a breath. Even if they had thought about the worst result, they did not expect that the loss would be so great. Cloth, silk, etc. It doesn't matter. If it burns, it's impossible to grab it. The gunpowder is completely destroyed and the cannons have become waste. The warriors of the Qing Dynasty can still fight without cannons, but if the food is damaged by 80%, that is the real deadly thing.

The food can be kept at 20%, but in fact, thanks to the people who choose most of the food on their shoulders, the people who only care about escaping and throwing the food everywhere, naturally became fish that missed the net.

Duoduo seemed to have been punched in his chest, his face turned pale in an instant, and his body swayed and was about to fall to the ground. A Qing general hurriedly supported him and shouted, "Your Majesty is calm, your food is burned. At worst, you can just grab Mingdog again."

The general's words were approved by other generals, and he comforted Duoduo together.

After entering Beijing, the Qing army had been in short supply. So the Qing army had to buy grain from Zheng Zhilong and other southern smugglers at high prices, barely tide over the difficulties. After occupying Shandong, the Qing army thought that Shandong could provide a lot of food, but Shandong had constant natural disasters and was even more serious, and it could not provide any excess food at all. The military rations used for this expedition were collected three feet of the land in Shandong. However, after more than a month in the Xiadun army in Xuzhou, the food was almost used up, and Shandong could no longer scrape out food. Duoduo entered Huai'an, which was also a reason for the grain.

Sure enough, Nanzhili is much richer than Shandong. Although Huai'an has not been captured, just robbing the counties below is enough for tens of thousands of Qing troops to use for several months. In the simple minds of these Qing generals, since they could rob them before, now they have no food, they can naturally rob them too.

Duofeng gritted his teeth and pushed the Qing general who was supporting him away. Now he is still the commander of this army and cannot fall down: "Everyone, it is time for our army to survive and die. I order that from tomorrow, the entire army will attack the opponent. If anyone retreats, hesitates and fails to come forward, all those who will be killed!"

"Prince..."

"Prince..."

The Qing army shouted one after another, not because everyone was not trying their best, but the Ming army defended so closely that it would take so many lives to fill it. Even if they win, they would probably be crippled.

Duoduo glanced at everyone, knew their thoughts, and said with a tragic smile on his face: "Do you think we have a choice? If you rob it, where to rob it? The counties under Huai'an have robbed it once. There is no oil or water. If you want to rob it, you can only rob Yangzhou. Our army's food was as much as three months, but now it will only be more than twenty days. Are you willing to rob it from mountains and rivers to attack Yangzhou's city, or are you willing to attack these two hills?"

When I heard Duoduo's replies, everyone who was shouting loudly just now was like a silence. From the harvests sent out yesterday, it can be seen that the Ming army obviously cleared the fields outside Yangzhou. It was impossible to grab food without attacking the big city. It was so difficult to attack Huai'an, and now the cannon has become a waste. It was simply a dream to attack Yangzhou. If you really want to attack Yangzhou, the Ming army would not even do anything. You just need to wait until they are hungry for a few days after they are short of food and then they can easily clean up them all.

Another day passed, and it was just dawn. When the Yulin Guards who had just stood up were relaxedly discussing whether the Tartars would attack today, the Qing army at the foot of the mountain had already started to move. With the sound of whimpering, a team of Qing troops holding giant shields came out of the camp and took big steps towards the Yulin Guards' front.

"Damn, what the hell are these Tartars? Don't eat anymore?" The prince cursed and shouted loudly: "Hurry up, enter the position."

War is a physical job. Generally speaking, both sides must eat first when fighting. However, the attacking side obviously consumes more physical strength. Since the opponent does not eat, the attacker will naturally be happy to accompany him.

Shang Kexi stood among the soldiers with a tragic expression. He was almost cut off his head last night. Although he relied on everyone's pleading, his head temporarily guaranteed, but these pleading generals may not have any good intentions. He is a prince who actually wants to participate in the attack himself, obviously having the idea of ​​letting him die.
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