"Zhang Fu, explain, what is liberation!"

Yang Feng stood on the city wall and looked at the group trainees below who were blocked in the city.

Dong Chengqi's troops outside ran away, but most of the group training in this small castle were unable to run out...

This castle is too small.

And Yang Feng's offensive speed was too fast.

The 15,000 troops were running crazy, and most of them didn't even care about entering the city. Besides, the big castle rushed over in a blink of an eye, and then the east gate was blocked and the east gate was blocked. The sealed group trainees could not have fought to the end. They simply gave up resistance without killing them. However, they just gave up resistance. These were the ones that resisted at Qingliu Pass before. The main force was Songjiang Volunteer Team, and there were Changzhou, Jiaxing, Huzhou, Hangzhou, Guangde and other places.

The core of the town in Yang Feng's hands is the Suzhou Volunteer Team, and then Yingtian, Ningguo, Huizhou, Jinshaoning, Quzhou Yan and other places.

All are good places!

Neat and neat, no one can be missed!

As long as he incorporated these troupes, he would gather the richest land of the Ming Dynasty, and the rest would be to take them out and bleed the families that had the most money.

"liberation……"

The second whistle leader of the First Battalion of the Fifth Town First Association, Zhang Fu, the captain of the Suzhou Volunteer Team, was obviously a little embarrassed to look at the group trainees below.

"If you liberate yourself, you will be punished and distributed the landlords who bullied us, those who were usury, and those who were promiscuous in loan sharks, those who did not give us wages, were arrested and hung, and then divided their fields, and also divided their silver and food, so that the poor can eat a full meal!"

He shouted.

"This is liberation!"

Yang Feng said with satisfaction.

The group training suddenly became energetic.

Zhang Fu is a standard Wu language, which is easier to understand than Yang Feng's official language, and at least one of these group training is from Wu language.

"real?"

A group trainer stood up in disbelief and said.

Yang Feng looked at him speechlessly...

"My name is Yang Feng, and it is Yang Feng, the devil in the world. Those officials are right. To these officials and gentry, I am a devil in the world. I have already done this in Shuntian Mansion, and I have already done this in Yingtian. They are willing to follow me when they see me doing this. I still have to do this in Jiangnan and all places in the Ming Dynasty. Do you want to have your own land in the future? Do you want to avoid being squeezed by those officials in the future? Do you want to have enough food for generations?"

He yelled.

"think!"

The first group trainer shouted.

"Yes, think about it!"

"Battle the local tyrants and share the land!"

...

The remaining group trainees stood up and shouted.

Transformation is that simple.

Li Zicheng said that if the King of Chuang comes, he will be rampant in the world without paying food. Yang Dashui’s attack on the local tyrants is much more cruel than if the King of Chuang comes, he will not paying food without paying food.

"Then take up your weapons, come with me, come with me, let's hang all the local tyrants and evil gentry!"

Yang Feng shouted with a flag.

After saying that, he jumped directly from the city wall and then passed through the prisoners.

Behind him, the Red Turban Army, who had originally escorted these prisoners, no longer cared about them, and directly carried their own turtle dove guns and followed them. Several Red Turban Army walked up to the prisoners, and then held boxes of red scarves to signal to them. When the prisoners looked at this thing, someone quickly picked it up and tied it around their necks, and as long as the tied temperament was immediately different.

"Everyone comes here and transport the cannons to Zhenjiang!"

The Red Turban Army on the city wall shouted.

Then the prisoners tied with red scarves quickly went up to the city wall, and then re-loaded the eight red barbarian cannons they had transported from Zhenjiang to ship back.

At this time, Marshal Yang was already carrying his red flag and led the reassembled army outside the city to move forward.

Dong Chengqi, who was watching from a distance, continued to escape.

Yang Feng and his army kept chasing him. The guy was always walking in the front, carrying his eye-catching red flag.

Tang Bin brought Zhenjiang soldiers to carry horses to promote the surrounding area.

Along the way, people who were hiding from the war came out of the mountains and forests to greet them. They soon brought Yang Feng news that Peng Shaoxian's ambush. The latter was obviously a smart man. After confirming that even if he was out of the mountain, he had already taken his subordinates to Zhenjiang. After all, the most important thing next was to protect Zhenjiang. Moreover, some ordinary people hiding in the river also brought news about the Caojiang Navy. This navy had gone west and probably wanted to attack Nanjing...

"Go west?"

Yang Feng looked at the fishermen in front of him with some surprise.

"Master, the warship of the Caojiang Navy's ship set off from Yizhen two hours ago to the west. They were walking on the north river surface, and we can't see it here."

Song Qi, the first whistle commander of the Third Battalion of the Second Association, said.

He is the fisherman in this area.

These fishermen are his relatives and friends, so there should be no insiders.

"This is going to attack Nanjing!"

Yang Feng immediately understood their true intentions.

"Master, do you want to return?"

Li Yi said.

He is the commander of the Second Association.

Currently, the chief officers of the Beijing Camp and below are called chiefs, but the chief officers of the association are called chiefs, and the chief officers of the town are called generals. The organization of the association itself is from the Ming army. Taking Jizhen as an example, there are actually three associations on the left and right. Each association is responsible for a defense zone, and the chief generals are called deputy generals of the association. However, Yang Feng felt that this was inappropriate and directly changed to the chief officer, which is the brigade-level chief officer.

At present, most of the various associations in the Beijing camp are old officers of the Qi family army.

The commander of the fifth town is the four associations. The battalion commander is all old officers of the Qi family army, but the lower-level officers of the original volunteer team are all below.

"Why do you have to go back to the army? Your Majesty is in charge of Nanjing? We don't need to worry about it!"

Yang Feng said.

Don't worry!

If Nanjing is really broken, the palace will be in flames that night.

His Majesty the Emperor has this enlightenment, so there is no need to worry about it. His Majesty the Emperor will do his best to protect his capital.

"Go ahead, keep moving forward and go directly to Zhenjiang!"

Yang Feng said very simply.

"Uh, Grandmaster, it's probably midnight to Zhenjiang."

Song Qi quickly reminded him.

This is Xia Shu, they are all infantrymen, and it is indeed midnight to Zhenjiang.

"And we have walked 80 miles since we set off from Nanjing and have a decisive battle with the enemy. Even if we can continue to walk to Zhenjiang, we will be exhausted and unable to fight again."

Li Yi said.

"Then we need a relaxed and quick way to march."

Yang Feng looked at the fishermen as he spoke.

One of them immediately woke up...

"Master, give the young man an hour. The young man can gather at least two hundred fishing boats for the young man, even if one boat can not accommodate a few people, but the river surface is calm tonight. If the house is demolished here to make a raft, it can also be equipped with soldiers and float down. The young man and the brothers on the river can support the army. We don't have to go deep into the river, just go down from this near shore to Xijin Ferry, and probably to Zhenjiang at midnight at most."

He said.

"Then hurry up, everyone will be rewarded by winning Zhenjiang!"

Yang Feng said with a smile.

The rest is very simple. There is actually no shortage of ships in this area. However, because of the fear of being affected by the war, they hid in the reed marshes in the river. These fishermen knew where they were. They quickly returned to the river to gather the fishing boats. The remaining soldiers quickly cut wood and bamboo, demolished houses, and there were official warehouses here, so the houses were sufficient wood. Moreover, these soldiers were all southerners, and most of them actually knew water. Boating boats was an innate instinct for people like Su Songchang.

An hour later, a huge team of countless fishing boats and rafts had already carried the 15,000 army of the fifth town to go east.

midnight.

Xijindu.

"Quick, hurry, this place is a bit far away!"

Yang Feng urged his soldiers anxiously.

The latter was stepping onto the dock of Xijin Ferry in chaos, and all kinds of merchant ships, canal boats and ferries gathered by the river to wait north were crowded. The sailors and vendors on the boat ran out of the cabin in surprise and stared at the soldiers who suddenly arrived. Some soldiers even had no time to wait for the dock, so they directly supported the rafts and stepped onto the boat, and even jumped off the boat and waded on the river to the shore.

It's like an army of undead in the Lord of the Rings.

"Master, this won't work, it's too messy!"

Li Yi shouted anxiously.

It's really messy.

Their army was like a floating garbage belt on the Yangtze River, and because they were really unable to reach the shore to the downstream Ganlu Ferry.
To be continued...