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"Kou Baimen's demeanor is still the same!"

On a richly decorated painting boat, a man in his thirties, holding a folding fan, looked at a beautiful woman who was drinking with several guests on the opposite painting boat.

After experiencing the chaos of the destruction of the city by the Shun army, this river, which can be called a symbol of the times, has been restored to its former prosperity, under the light of the night, the painting boats painted with gold move gently, the beautiful kabuki accompanied by the sound of silk and bamboo in the cool breeze of the end of summer, the laughter of those famous prostitutes sounded from time to time in the chanting of the wine guests, and in the darkness on both sides, there was a faint cry of those hungry and poor, and the story of the smell of wine and meat in Zhumen, and the story of frozen bones on the road seemed to be staged eternally on both sides of this river.

Of course, the guests on the boat don't care about that.

"There is wine today, and there is drunkness today!"

Behind the man, another Confucian raised his glass and shouted.

The girl in his arms smiled and pushed the glass to his lips, and the latter drank it down heroically, and then raised the glass again......

"Tomorrow's sorrow comes, tomorrow's sorrow!"

With that, he threw his glass into the river.

"Xiaosheng is still so free and easy!"

The man with the folding fan looked back and said.

"I don't know if after returning home, Gu Hengbo asked, whether Xiaosheng can be so free!"

Another man at the table said.

Then there was laughter.

"Xue Tang Gong has arrived!"

The man with the folding fan suddenly looked outside and said.

Several people quickly stood up and walked to the entrance of the painting boat together, at this time a carriage on the shore outside had stopped, and a middle-aged man of about fifty walked out of the carriage with the help of the maid, and then walked up the gangway of the painting boat. ”

"You don't have to be polite!"

Among the former Da Ming officials, Xiong Wenju, the current right attendant of the Dashun Dynasty government, said with a smile.

At this moment, the painting boat carrying Kou Baimen slowly passed by their painting boat, and a few drunkards on it were drinking too much and roaring recklessly, and Kou Baimen seemed to have drunk too much, and his face was red and staggering and singing loudly.

Looking at this scene, Xiong Wenju said in disgust: "It's a beautiful and elegant place, but it is defiled and quiet by these evil guests, and this Kou Baimen is becoming more and more ignorant of self-love, what is the difference between this and those lowly women?" ”

"The public wealth of the country is exhausted, and Kou Baimen is back to his old business, I am afraid that there is no choice at this time!"

The man with the folding fan said with a sigh.

"Mr. Umemura, I'm afraid I didn't see who the guest on the Kou Bai Gate was, right? That's Li Laiheng, the favorite general of the new emperor! ”

The girl next to her said with a smile.

"Hmph, a rough billet!"

The author of the round song, the original history of the Qing Dynasty Guozi priest wine, the great poet Wu Weiye said disdainfully.

"Rough?"

The man who drank alcohol, the former Ming military department gave the matter, Dashun directly commanded, the Shaoqing of the Taichang Temple in the Qing Dynasty, and now ......

Now he just fled to Nanjing from Huai'an with his concubine Gu Hengbo, and Wu Weiye, Qian Qianyi and the famous poet Gong Dingxiao, who is known as Jiang Zuosan, sneered: "Now this world, it is these rough billets that are in charge, the demon in the north uses a group of Zixu officials, soldiers, untouchables, full of filth, and the demonic atmosphere of the city, and in the south, this Li Zicheng with a group of bandits and bandits and bandits are standing high above the temple, Xuetanggong, the student is not saying that you and Mr. Mu Zhai, if it were not for you and Mr. Mu Zhai, this Nanjing City is estimated to be as dark as the Beijing City, I want to be in Beijing when the people are in full swing......"

Gong Dingxiao sighed sadly.

I guess I remembered the bright and beautiful life under the rule of Prince Rui again.

"What's the use of saying these now, Xiaosheng, you escaped from Beijing, you have seen the means of the demon, now Henan has fallen, Liu Fangliang died in battle, Liu Zeqing died, Lu Guangzu abandoned Xuchang and fled, Li Guo abandoned Luoyang and fled, the demon soldiers have arrived in Huaishang, the demon will not be in Huai'an City, Yangzhou is in danger, can you hold Jiangbei as you see?"

Xiong Wenju said.

"Xue Tanggong, I can't hold it!"

Gong Dingxiao said with a wry smile.

"Yuan Zong's 100,000th army can't hold it?"

Xiong Wenju said in disbelief.

"An army of 100,000? Xuetang Gong, the more soldiers, the worse the thing, so where are the soldiers in Xuzhou and Guide? What was the result of the 50,000 army in Xuzhou? The 50,000 army cut off Liu Zeqing's head and sacrificed it to the demon. What about Guide? Liu Fangliang's 60,000 troops went out of the city to meet the battle, 10,000 horses charged behind 50,000 people to watch the excitement, and the outside had not won or lost, and the diao people in the city had already tied up Hou Sui and waited for the demon to come to the door. Xue Tanggong, the more soldiers we have, the faster we will lose, this is how Dolgon fell, you don't see how those Diao people in Zhili looted those gentry and virtuous people under the encouragement of that demon. That's like a madman, so the etiquette, righteousness and shame are gone, and there is no morality to talk about, the tenants of the clan dare to take hoes to cut off the head of the patriarch, and the tenants of the Yansheng family dare to ransack the Confucian Mansion, which of our soldiers are not all recruited by the people, and which one does not look forward to the demon coming, and then divide our land and property like those Diao people in the north?

Our soldiers are all recruited and armed for the demons.

Those are our enemies!

Are you defending us from our enemies?

You're not kidding, are you? ”

Gong Dingxiao said.

As he spoke, he picked up his glass again!

"Then according to what you say, let's just wash our necks and wait for the demon to come and kill you?"

Wu Weiye said.

"No, we have a way, we have a way to block the demon, our soldiers really can't count on it, I can guarantee that the demon shouts a few times under the city of Huai'an, or casually shows the demon arts, then Huai'an's 100,000 army will cut Yuan Zongdi and open the city gate for him, but in this case, we don't need these soldiers, first of all, the Jiangnan gentry and their relatives can make up no less than 100,000 men, and no less than 50,000 young adults, these people can be armed to defend our own property."

Gong Dingxiao said with some excitement.

"Hyo-seung, do you think any of them can fight?"

Wu Weiye said speechlessly.

"It's true that the old style of war can't be done, but the new tactics can, just like the demonic Swinger Army, but it must also use self-generated firearms like the Swinger Army, and it must be equipped with bayonets, we can barely build it ourselves, even if we can't build it, we can go to Macau to buy it, and the rest is nothing more than lining up to load and shoot, those untouchables are okay, of course our people can do it." In addition, there are cannons, especially cupola cannons and flowering shells must be available, we can also make them ourselves, the demons are all made by those craftsmen themselves, and even the invincible general cannon can be made by us, and the iron-smelting craftsmen in Suzhou are no worse than those under the demon.

But that's not enough.

Because it will take time, and we have a limited number of troops.

So two more tricks are needed.

The first trick is to borrow soldiers. ”

Gong Dingxiao said.

"Where to borrow it? Didn't Dorgon all cut at the mouth of the West Market? Hauge took a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people to hide in the old forest, and now even the Koreans dare to go to them for stubble, and the Mongols are so coaxed by the demons that they almost give him a thug again, where are the remaining soldiers to borrow? ”

Xiong Wenju said.

"Red-haired man!"

Gong Dingxiao said.

"Or the warship of the red-haired people, we need time now, Jiangbei is no longer hopeful, but this Jiangnan must be kept, this Yangtze River must be defended, but our sailors also can't believe it, expecting them to hold the Yangtze River is tantamount to a dream, the only option is to hire red-haired people. You all know the result of the battle of Jinxia before, just a few red-haired warships can retreat with all their strength under the full attack of the Zheng family and the imperial court, and the strength is not strong, and the Yangtze River is deep and wide below Wuchang is enough for its plywood ships to sail, as for the rest depends on what price they offer, but no matter what price they offer, it is impossible to fight the idea of our field. ”

He continued.

Xiong Wenju and the others' eyes lit up all of a sudden.

This can indeed solve the problem, anyway, they just need to hold the Yangtze River, since their own army is unreliable, it is very reasonable to borrow foreign soldiers, they are actually no strangers to the red-haired people, whether the Dutch or the Portuguese and the main object of trade with the Ming Dynasty, are the gentry of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, tea, porcelain, silk are also traded with these people, they are very familiar with each other, and the contact is not a problem. And as long as those red-haired people have money to make, they have always been dead, not to mention that they have already clashed with Zheng Zhilong many times because of the sulfur and gold mines in the chicken coop, if they cooperate with the Jiangnan gentry and kill Zheng Zhilong by the way, I believe the red-haired people will also be very happy.

And the rest is nothing more than an offer.

But no matter what the red-haired people want, they will not ask for the land of the gentry.

At most, they want some gold, silver, silk, tea, porcelain and the like, and for the Jiangnan gentry, this is easy to do, especially the latter is completely not worth mentioning, as long as the red-haired people are willing to come to help guard the Yangtze River, then the tea can be loaded as much as they want, and it doesn't matter if they have the ability to sink their ship.

"So are there any other plans?"

Wu Weiye asked.

"Yes, go outside to recruit troops and train our house slave team!"

Gong Dingxiao said.

"Where to recruit troops?"

Wu Weiye asked.

"Wa Guo."

Gong Dingxiao said.

"Wa Kingdom?"

Xiong Wenju and Wu Weiye exclaimed at the same time.

"Yes, the Wakoku, to hire those poor people of the Wakoku, the poverty of the Wakoku country I think everyone understands, especially after the Tokugawa Ieyasu ascended the throne, there was no civil strife for decades, and the population multiplied, and it was long not so many small islands that could accommodate the poor who could not eat. As long as we make an agreement with Tokugawa Iemitsu, so that we can hire all over the country at will, the big deal is to hire one and give him a few taels of silver, and then give those Japanese people a military salary of five taels of silver per month, I think it is still possible to hire a hundred thousand. With our sons as officials and Japanese soldiers as soldiers, an army that only listens to us will come out at once, and they will all be equipped with self-made firearms, I think it is still possible to keep this Jiangnan. ”

Gong Dingyu said proudly.

"Who taught you?"

Xiong Wenju asked suddenly.

"Uh, Xue Tanggong, it just works, who teach you what to do?"

Gong Dingxiao said.