The journey of Goxinga can be described as extremely bumpy, and the long-distance march that was originally planned to be a day and night turned into a long march that lasted for two days. Although it is already a fast horse, the dense water network and ditches in the south of the Yangtze River have no way to make the war horse run. Guo Xing was secretly glad that he didn't bring artillery, otherwise it would be okay to trek hundreds of kilograms of artillery at every turn, but he would have died if he waded into the water.

At the beginning, the special operations team trained according to the scouts brought back a basic picture of Little Nanjing to Guo Xing'a, but the more Guo Xing'a looked at it, the more confused he became. The mountains and rivers, farmland, and access roads around the city are clearly drawn, and the obvious cannon emplacements on the city walls are also marked, but this city looks like a big bun.

Guo Xing'a asked Changlu if the soldiers who drew the city wall were hungry and wanted to eat steamed buns, so he painted the city wall with this virtue. But Changlu insisted that it was not a matter of drawing, and that the city wall was like such a bun, which made Guo Xing'a scratch his head. There are no fortresses in China, most of the walls are boxy, even if the walled forts of the town are not standardized to be built into a circle, what is the situation with the folds of this protruding bun. Could it be that the guy who repaired the city wall used to open a bun shop, and he had a deep affection for the buns, so he built the city wall into a big bun.

It wasn't until he traveled about thirty miles from Little Nanjing that Guo Xing'a figured out the reason for the big bun city wall. The soldier who drew the drawing was a floor plan, and the drawing technique was really not good, so he painted a strong city like a bun. That bulging bun pleats isn't simple, it's a fucking urn city.

The urn city is also called the moon city, the curved pool, is the city attached to the city gate, and the city wall as a whole of the ancillary building, mostly semicircular, a few are square or rectangular. When the enemy invades the urn city, if the main city gate and the urn city gate are closed, the defenders can form a "turtle in the urn" against the enemy. The traditional Chinese urn city system is to set it outside the main city gate, but the Ming Dynasty Nanjing city wall reversed the old system, the urn city was set in the city gate, and the "urn hole" (Tibetan soldier hole) was set up in the city body, which greatly strengthened the defense capability of the city gate. Therefore, after the Ming Dynasty, if China's cities were to build urn cities, nine times out of ten they would be inner urn cities.

However, small Nanjing can be described as ingenious, although there is only one city gate with urn city, but people are engaged in internal and external urn city. Other cities have urn cities either inside or outside, and there are urn cities inside and outside of small Nanjing. Generally, there is more than one urn city in the city, which is easier to identify, but there is only one urn city in small Nanjing, plus the round main city, of course, it looks like a big bun, and the double-layer urn city inside and outside also puts together the bun folds.

If someone knocks on the urn city of small Nanjing, it will definitely be very depressed, it is the same as passing the three levels, you need to be the turtle in the urn twice in a row, and lay down three city gates to attack it. The terrain of Little Nanjing is also unique, with mountains in the back, rivers on the left, and rice fields on the right, all of which are not suitable for the deployment of troops. If you want to take Little Nanjing, you must go through the three levels and smash the strange urn city of Little Nanjing.

When there were still twenty miles from Little Nanjing, Guo Xing'a ordered the troops to rest on the spot. And it is a human title, and the horse is bound to its hooves, and it is not allowed to make any sound except breathing. Guo Xing'a himself seemed to practice qigong, sitting upright, closing his eyes and recuperating, and constantly taking deep breaths. It wasn't until midnight that Goxinga gave the order to continue on his way, but the speed of his march slowed down considerably for the sake of quietness.

When he was ten miles away from the city, Guo Xing'a ordered to rest again, and then he practiced qigong again. However, this time, before he settled down, he sent Changlu to bring a few people to the front sentry.

"My lord, there is a smooth road from the front to the bottom of the city, the path has not changed, and the patrol posts and other affairs in the city of Little Nanjing are normal." Changlu, who had been running for ten kilometers on foot, was a little out of breath.

Guo Xing'a didn't speak, just nodded, and then waved his hand to signal Changlu to go down and rest, and then continue his luck. There was already a slight snoring among the soldiers sitting on the ground, and even some of the horses were asleep. Guoxing Ah was like an old monk in his meditation, but Mu Shun and the others were restless.

That sleepless night, although Guo Xing'a made a detailed battle plan, this plan had a major premise, that is, before the general attack of the Qing army, Little Nanjing must be leaderless and the door must be wide open. Mu Shun and others felt that this was impossible, but Guo Xing'a said that he had a way, and what was this solution, Guo Xing'a never announced the answer.

Mu Shun and the others don't think that Guo Xing'a is a Zhuge Liang-type character, and Guo Xing'a hasn't had any tricks since he took over the leadership. Although Zuo Ling came all the way triumphantly, it seems that every time Guo Xing'a commands a battle, he fights to the death, and he fights completely by brute force. What is really superior to others in Goxinga is not to command operations, but to train troops. Guo Xinga could not give the Qing army an excellent brain on the battlefield, but he could give the Qing army an unparalleled brute force.

This time, Guo Xing'a played with the mountain people and had their own clever schemes, and Mu Shun and the others felt unreliable. Guo Xing'a can't go to the city tomorrow morning and take out the little straw man, tie a long-haired general and kill one, how can there be any clever plan! And compared to the craftsmanship of the straw man, Hong Xiuquan must be better than Guoxing A, and Guoxing Azhen may not be able to tie long hair.

At three o'clock in the morning, Guo Xing's arms seized the pocket watch from Huang Daping's foreigner, and let out a pleasant music. Goxinga woke up from the meditation, and he had just fallen asleep.

"Changlu, the special operations team is assembled, follow me into the city! Mu Daxia, the assault battalion will set off half an hour after we set off, and it will arrive within five miles of Little Nanjing before dawn, and it must not be exposed. Use the three flares in the city as a signal to wave your troops into the city, be sure to occupy important places such as arsenals, and block the streets and all choke points. Without the sound of the pocket watch, Guo Xing'a directly ordered to prepare for departure.

"Your Excellency, you want to enter the city?" Mu Shun and the others all exclaimed.

"Yes, this time I personally commanded the special operations team to assault! Didn't you ask me how to paralyze the long-haired chain of command? I'll tell you the answer now, I personally led the special operations team and the guard squad into the city, killed all the long-haired officers, and naturally paralyzed. Guo Xing'a said very firmly.

"My lord, I'll just lead the special operations team up, you still sit in the center and command the overall situation!" Changlu stepped forward with a crying voice to dissuade him.

"Will I command the army into the city? The key to the overall situation is whether the special operations team can succeed in decapitation, I don't go who will go, there are too many things you haven't learned yet! Guo Xing'a pushed Changlu away.

"My lord! ...... "Mu Shun and the others still want to persuade again.

"Don't talk nonsense, gather the team, life and death victory or defeat in one fell swoop!" Guo Xing'a shook off the cotton armor on his body, and inside it turned out to be a black night suit, and he was ready to lead the team in person.

Although Changlu's special operations team has trained a lot, they have never done a real special warfare battle, and Guo Xing'a must go out in person. Although Guo Xing'a is not a special soldier, he has a wealth of experience in Call of Duty, and he is better than Changlu, who has a black eye.

"Master......" Fuquan had already shed tears, but he knew Guo Xing's plan for a long time, and knew that no one could persuade Guo Xing'a now.

"Crying for what? Lao Tzu hasn't lost a war yet! Follow me with the guard squad! Guo Xing'a smiled and patted Fuquan on the shoulder.

"Huh!" Fuquan sniffled and nodded.

The assembly of the men and horses was delayed for more than ten minutes, and at the front of the team, there were all black guard squads and special operations teams standing in a small phalanx, and Guo Xing'a was going to give a lecture before setting off.

"Brothers, today I will personally lead the team and take you into that city to kill the long-haired officials. There are more than 10,000 people in that city, are you afraid? "Guo Xing'a is now also with the light, called the Taiping Army long-haired bandit.

"Don't be afraid!" The warriors, who could not roar in unison, replied firmly in a suppressed voice.

"Who are you fooling? There are more than 50 of us, and we will go to kill more than 10,000 enemies, and you are not afraid! I'm scared to death! Goxinga became playful again.

"Follow the adults, don't be afraid of death!" Fuquan was the first to shout in a low voice.

"That's right! We are not afraid of anything with adults! The others hurriedly followed.

"Hehe, I'm not afraid because of you!" Guo Xinga nodded to everyone.

"You are well-equipped and trained, you are the best warriors in this world, you hold on to your honor, you are fearless. Because of you, I'm not afraid, I dare to go anywhere! Guo Xinga said all the good words that could come to mind in front of him.

The soldiers did not speak, but breathed heavily, thinking in their hearts that they were the best warriors and thinking about their honor. However, in the crowd, a few people were a little puzzled, what the fucking honor we had.

"Remember what I said to you when you first started training? What is Special Forces? Special forces should be people who live in a desperate situation, and special forces are strong people who fight their way out of a desperate situation! I believe in you! You are my special forces! Goxinga tried to imitate Hitler in the posture and mood of the speech, although it is not very similar, but it is also somewhat interesting. Hitler fooled millions of Germans to die, and Goxinga only had to fool these fifty people into gambling, even though the stakes were their lives.

"All the titles, all instructions are conveyed by sign language, without my orders, even if you die, you can't make any sound, go!" The vernacular was a little thirsty, and Goxinga finally gave the order to set off.

Although the Americans do not yet have military sign language, Guoxinga has a golden finger, and a set of tactical sign language has long been popularized in the Qing army, and the special operations squad and guard squad are particularly proficient. The special operations team is because of intensive training in Goxinga, and the guard squad is because they use sign language to chat while standing guard. Although this set of sign language in Goxinga is pirated, the simple tactical orders can still be clearly conveyed. And because of the chat, the guard class has improved the sign language system very well.

Before leaving, Guo Xing'a looked back at Mu Shun, hesitated for a moment, and decided that it was better to explain.

"If we don't see flares before dawn, we shouldn't be able to come back. Don't try to storm the city, it's useless, take the brethren, how to come and how to run. After I went back, I told Uncle Sai that I would use my death as an excuse to ask Shangfeng to go back to Gu'an, don't worry about the money, and the spring will help. I don't care about the other things, I got those two little beauties and it's yours, don't treat them badly, stunning! Guo Xing'a only said in Mu Shun's ear in a voice that he and Mu Shun could hear.

"My lord......" Mu Shun wanted to say anything more It was too late, and Guo Xing'a, who was dressed in black, had already melted into the dark night with the guard squad.