"He, he's the Guangzhou general Irib!"

A petty officer of the Green Battalion suddenly exclaimed.

Iribu collapsed to the ground with a pale face, and his own soldiers subconsciously stayed away from him, and then more and more Green Battalion soldiers recognized this second senior after Yishan, the actual front-line commander, and the Green Battalion soldiers who were holding him down very simply, and the little officer of the Green Battalion who recognized him pulled out his knife and stepped forward without hesitation and pressed it directly on Iribu's neck.

"God Emperor, do you want to take this old thief into ten thousand pieces!"

The guy asked.

"Throw him to the front!"

Yang Feng casually pointed to his front and said.

The junior officer of the green battalion and the soldier of the Sichuan green battalion each grabbed an arm, dragged Iribu up and dragged him to the side of the infantry chariot and raised his feet at the same time, and poor Iribu fell into the mud in front of the BMP2 at once.

"Taizu Taizong, open your eyes!"

Iribu stretched out his hand to the sky and howled mournfully.

At the same time, the tracks of the chariot turned, like a monster, and suddenly rolled his two legs underneath, Iribu screamed, and continued to raise his head and stretch out his hand to the sky, fantasizing that the boar skin was dressed in a colorful glow to clean up the demons behind him, and then the track continued to move forward and quickly ran over his back, rolling to his neck, and then the head exploded instantly under the weight of more than a dozen tons, and at this moment the chariot stopped, and Iribu was left with only one right hand that was strangely stretched out from under the track.

"It's also a wild boar skin, and next time I take out his rotten bones, I'll roll it over!"

Yang Feng said disdainfully.

"God Emperor, there's another one here!"

At this moment, the petty officer of the green battalion dragged another one out of the crowd and tried to fool him through.

"This is Qi Zhong, the chief soldier of Zhenxiao."

He went on to say.

Apparently he has a lot of acquaintances!

Qi Zhong looked at Iribu's outstretched hand, suddenly burst out with a roar and suddenly pushed away the green battalion officer, and threw himself into the woods next to him, the green battalion officer and several soldiers immediately swung their knives and slashed over, but at the same time a sharp whistle swept in front of them, and then the upper body of Qi Zhong, the chief soldier of the town, turned into a cloud of blood mist, and the green battalion officer was so confused by the flesh and blood that he screamed and almost sat on the ground, and then Qi Zhong's corpse below the waist fell at his feet.

"What's your name?"

Yang Feng asked, above the thirty-millimeter machine gun with a little green smoke remaining.

"Return, return to the God Emperor, the small Hunan Green Camp Foreign Affairs Committee will be Yang Zaifu."

The little officer said tremblingly.

"Pick a group of brothers to take with you, and find out all the officers above the thousand generals and the eight banners who want to hide in the green camp!"

Yang Feng said.

Obviously, the officers of the Qing Dynasty are also very proficient in this point, and it is estimated that there must be a large number of people in these green battalions who are preparing to abscond with such makeup, and these guys must be found, and not only those who make up, including those who hide in the mountains and forests, this must also be searched, just let these surrendered green battalions be responsible, and let them hand over this petition. These green battalions are very useful, because the vast majority of them are Hunan green battalions, and his next main direction of attack is Hunan, first let them hand in this petition, and then hold a grievance meeting by the way to organize them to visit the new countryside, and then find a group of political commissars to talk to them about the issue of ranks, it is estimated that after these are done, he can take the Hunan green battalion back to Hunan to liberate the villagers.

In addition, the green camp is not without talent.

Isn't this Yang Zaifu that?

Well, he was actually renamed Yang Yuebin by Zeng later after shaving his head.

At this time, the small boats transporting Ming soldiers downstream continued to come, and even the Ming army at the mouth of the river began to cross the Yan River, and the encirclement of the entire eight infantry brigades had been tightened, in addition to nearly 100,000 militiamen, Yang Feng just ran to attack the heart, and the real battle was on the periphery. In fact, at this time, the large-scale resistance of the Qing army on the entire battlefield has also been completely over, although there are still some desperate Eight Banners fighting with the Ming army on the periphery, but the green battalion and regimental training have basically stopped resisting, especially after the news spread here, all the green battalions and regimental exercises who learned of Yang Feng's policy have joined the ranks of defections, and the green battalions and regimental exercises in Hunan, Jiangxi and other places have shouted the slogan of returning to their hometowns to liberate the villagers.

After all, the green camp is also bitter these years!

Although they have military salaries, it is not bad that even the military salaries of the Eight Banners can be half of them, not to mention that they have gone through layers of deductions, it is not new for their wives and children to starve to death when they come out to fight, they are also eager to fight local tyrants and divide the land, they did not know the policy of the Ming army before, and now the Emperor personally came to confirm to them, and they are fools if they continue to work hard for those officials.

The same goes for team training.

Even if the team training is nothing more than earning some military salary.

But what is their ultimate goal of being willing to follow those gentry in exchange for their lives? Isn't it just that you can buy a piece of land for future generations? Now you can directly get the land when you follow Yang Feng back to his hometown, and that military salary is a fart compared to this!

In short, as the green battalion and regimental training stopped resisting, this great battle that can be said to determine the fate of the Qing Dynasty ended with a complete victory of the Ming army, more than 100,000 Qing troops surrendered, and the losses of the Ming army were insignificant, and the total is estimated to break through double digits. As for the rest of the things, Yang Feng did not need to be responsible, he rode the infantry chariot to patrol the battlefield, or after explaining the policy to the green battalion, he then turned around and drove south to Qingyuan, when he arrived in Qingyuan, Yishan had been captured alive by the Ming army.

In fact, at this time, it was already the fourth day after the Battle of Qingyuan.

It is said that these four days have made Yishan completely understand what life is better than death.

On the day they fled into the swamp, the Ming army dug a hole in the riverside and put it into the water, Yishan and nearly 10,000 Qing troops were blocked in the wetland reeds by two battalions of Ming troops and more than 20,000 militiamen who returned to their hometowns, and the water below was getting deeper and deeper, surrounded by swarms of grasshoppers, poisonous snakes, and even mosquitoes all over the world, and they had not eaten yet, as soon as they showed their heads, there were Ming gunmen shooting targets, because drinking the stagnant water of the swamp, including Yishan, had serious dysentery. This originally had to drink tea and eat extremely exquisite stomach, and it couldn't bear the sewage that was wandering with small insects, and they definitely didn't have the experience of Bei Ye and De Ye in Yishan, which can be called the water of the virus paradise, and the chrysanthemum couldn't be closed.

Anyway, a good man can't stand three bubbles of.

Pity the future No. 1 general of the Qing Dynasty, Duolonga, who was originally known as Duolong Baohu with Leopard Chao in history, actually collapsed and collapsed directly in the mud and couldn't get up.

So a fierce general was out of phase in just two days.

And on the first night, the green battalions that fled together began to go out and surrender one after another, and the next day there were only more than 1,000 Eight Banners and those generals left, who didn't even have the ability to break through at this time, because they were divided by the rising river in pieces of broken highlands, and they couldn't meet each other, and in fact, they didn't know where the others were, and they basically wanted to wait for death like the victims in the flood.

At last......

In the end, he and Dolonga were lying on a muddy ground that was almost submerged, and when they were dying because of prostration, they were found by a team of militiamen searching for the remnants of the enemy, which should be said to be a good thing, otherwise it would be estimated that they would only be able to collect their bodies one day later, but Dolonga didn't want to be a prisoner, and gave himself a shot with the last bullet to be regarded as the last drop of blood shed for Daqing.

"How did he get to be like this?"

Yang Feng looked curiously at Yishan, who was still lying on a mat and humming.

He was referring to the latter's facial wounds.

Yishan glanced at him weakly, raised his hand but hung it down weakly.

"Back to the God Emperor, this is all bitten by locusts and mosquitoes, the area north of the city is a nest of locusts and mosquitoes, they have dysentery and have no strength to catch it, lying there must be more and more bites, when he is brought back, more than a hundred locusts are burned down from him, his current appearance is not so much dysentery as being sucked dry by locusts and mosquitoes, he is already seriously dehydrated, and then he loses too much blood to become like this."

The military doctor beside Yang Feng said with a smile.

Yang Feng has specially established a medical school, and he personally wrote the teaching materials, plus a group of old doctors, who combined tradition and modernity to establish a medical system, such as blood oxygen supply.

In fact, even surgery can be done.

After all, since he landed on Ambuna Island, he has been cultivating this kind of talent, and nearly five years have passed by this time, even if he landed in Xinhui, it has been more than two years, and many things in the Ming Empire have been formalized, not to mention the military medical system, that is, the county health centers and township health centers have been established, and they are currently expanding to village-level barefoot doctors, and the first batch of college students in Guangzhou's medical school will graduate next year.

"Give him good treatment, don't let him die, if he can't give him some blood."

Yang Feng said.

Yishan's eyes lit up.

"God Emperor, isn't it a bit of a waste?"

Ye Feng, who was accompanying him, said.

In his opinion, this Yishan will definitely have to be Ling Chi or beheaded next, there is no need to waste time on treatment, give him some rice soup to hang his life, don't die before execution, and give him a blood transfusion It would be a bit exaggerated.

"It's not wasted, he's still useful!"

Yang Feng said.

Yishan is indeed useful.

In other words, this is a genuine wild boar skin descendant, this is not the red belt of Iribu but the yellow belt, this guy who was originally the same joke in history, is actually the great-great-grandson of the fourteenth elder brother of the dream lover of countless Qing women, the fifth grandson of Kang Mazi, and that is also the Tianhuang nobleman of our Qing Dynasty. So he has to take care of his body, and then, and then go to Nanyang to tour, or to make exhibits, just like the British in the original history of the two crows when the British got Ye Mingchen to India for exhibition, Yang Feng wants to get this genuine wild boar skin descendants to Nanyang Those Ming relics for a tour exhibition, which can be regarded as comforting Chen Shangchuan and these lonely ministers.

In this case, of course, he must be cured, and he still has a long way to go!