Zhang Baozhu thought she could see fluctuations in Xu Changqing's face. After all, this problem was huge and they had to take good measures to deal with Nanjing, but she seemed to be thinking too much.

There was no fluctuation in Xu Changqingying's face.

It seems that this is not an extremely serious news, but it is directly related to the operation of the entire Ming Dynasty, but just an ordinary news that cannot be more ordinary.

This made Zhang Baozhu feel a little relieved and a little panic. Xu Changqing must not be too arrogant...

He hurriedly reminded: "Changqing, if this matter is not handled properly, it may be very dangerous. If it is not handled properly, it may cause a fire in the backyard..."

Xu Changqing smiled and said, "Baozhu, don't think too much, just do your own thing."

As he said that, Xu Changqing went out of the tent.

"Ai."

Zhang Baozhu immediately became clever and caught something in an instant, murmured: "Be good for yourself?"

Outside the tent, it was still hazy.

Even though Xu Changqing himself likes this kind of drizzling day, at this time, his eyes were also a little steadily.

To be honest, Xu Changqing didn’t care about Nanjing’s affairs at all, and had already been thrown out of the sky!

To put it bluntly, it is a group of "cheerleaders", and it may not even be our own cheerleaders.

The core of everything is the war in front of you!

As long as the war is won, Xu Changqing has enough time and energy to play slowly with Nanjing.

But the weather in front of you is not very optimistic.

I don’t know whether the Qing army deliberately investigated the weather across the south of the Yangtze River or encountered it by accident. It was just a coincidence. In short, no matter what the reason, the current situation is not very beneficial to the model army.

If this weather continues to extend, food and grass will be the second, and more importantly, the many firearms of the Model Army.

The air here is too moist.

Even though the Model Army has already had a mature system for preserving weapons and ammunition, and after camping, they are placed on shelves, moisture is inevitable in this kind of weather.

This means that the Model Army's ammunition reduction is certain!

If the Qing army launches a large-scale offensive on rainy days and takes another wave on the front battlefield, even Xu Changqing cannot guarantee the stability of the model army's firepower.

I won’t talk about duds, and it’s not impossible to even have a blow-off.

But in the face of this problem, Xu Changqing had no solution at this time. He was not the God of Daluo.

Xu Changqing could only endure it first and let the men rely on this small town as the core to build a large number of fortifications, so that the Qing army would not dare to fight!

...

Time passes quickly, and five or six days pass in the blink of an eye.

But the sky still did not clear up. Even if it was not continuous rain, it would have to fall one more or less every day, and the chance of the sun coming out was only half.

In this state, the Qing army had confirmed its strategy of "surrounding the Model Army until death". In the past few days, they did not launch new attacks, but they had brought many young women from somewhere and sent 50,000 people to the Model Army.

This gradually began to emerge from the food and grass crisis of the Model Army.

The most straightforward thing is that the Model Army has no more coal, and the firewood that can be burned around has basically been plundered.

Now, it is quite difficult for everyone to drink a bowl of hot soup every day.

Fortunately, with the emergence of the sun, the weapons and ammunition of the Model Army were all dried and maintained, and its combat effectiveness gradually recovered.

"Haha, brother, please be happy, happy. To be honest, I admire Xu Changqing very much. This person is a man of all kinds, in terms of his will, means, and vision. However, destiny is on the side of my Qing Dynasty. In this battle, my Qing Dynasty is destined to kill Xu Changqing, the Nikan, and the horse! Hahaha..."

The Model Army had a difficult life, but the Qing Army had a good life.

Of course, it's just the masters.

In this weather, the Qing army's firewood was also seriously affected, and there were several exquisite gardens here.

They all destroyed them and chopped firewood to burn them.

Moreover, their food, hygiene conditions, and living habits have problems and are not very suitable for the climate in the south of the Yangtze River.

During this period, many of them were sick.

Although they are all minor illnesses such as colds and fevers, they are more or less contagious and are gradually weakening their combat power.

But in the overall situation, they are becoming more and more stable.

At this time, it was noon before, and a very sumptuous banquet was held in Dorgon's tent. Everyone cheered up their cups and cups. It was so unhappy that Duoduo's spirit also rose, as if he had returned to the full-minded appearance of several years ago.

"Haha, destiny is such a good thing. I watched the model army camp for a whole day yesterday. They basically don't cook much now, they just make soup. If they continue to do this, I'm afraid that it may not take five or six days, and their food, grass and firewood will not be able to hold on."

Obai drank a glass of wine hard and said with a flushed face.

"Haha, even I didn't expect that things would develop to this extent. This is really God's will, God's will. Perhaps, we can get some more female slaves and send them to Xu Changqing."

Jirhalang was in a very good mood, and he smiled.

I thought I was about to reach a dead end, but who would have thought that a pie fell from the sky, and this continuous rainy day trapped Xu Changqing to death.

"What Prince Zheng said is very true. Come on, let's have another drink for my Qing Dynasty and my Qing Dynasty's destiny. In this battle, we are afraid that we will be the soldiers who will not fight and turn to others..."

Everyone continued to sing and sing, becoming more and more lively and lively.

Dorgon also felt a little drunk at this time, and he felt uncomfortable and uncomfortable without a single pore on his body.

Even if Xu Changqing is destroyed, there will be many future problems. After all, none of the masters of the Han military flag are fuel-efficient lamps, but compared with Xu Changqing, it is obviously nothing.

Dorgon had plenty of patience and had fun with these people.

However, after drinking for a while, everyone was about to be a little indulgent. Wu Sangui, who had been silent and had a deep restraint, suddenly spoke out: "Regent, everyone, the situation is indeed very beneficial to our Qing Dynasty at this time, but it is not yet time for everyone to raise their glasses to celebrate together."

As soon as this said, the atmosphere in the tent suddenly condensed, and everyone's eyes were all looking at Wu Sangui, and many people's eyes were already a little displeased.

What's the meaning?

In such a good situation in the Qing Dynasty, Wu Sangui actually poured cold water on him? What's the intention?

However, Dorgon used his eyes to stop several servants who wanted to provoke Wu Sangui, and smiled gently, "What do you think about Ping Xibo?"

He attached great importance to Wu Sangui's opinions.

Moreover, Dorgon understood very well that Xu Changqing had not yet been destroyed and Wu Sangui was far from turning against each other.

Wu Sangui took a deep breath and said with a wry smile: "This is what I said, I shouldn't have said, which has ruined your interest. However, long-term planning is a hidden danger, and it may be a big hidden danger! If I don't say it, I will feel uneasy. After all, we have not really destroyed Xu Changqing!"

When everyone heard Wu Sangui's words, they nodded.

Although the True Manchu looked down on Wu Sangui, he was still a little afraid of Wu Sangui in the depths of the secret, which actually showed many problems.

Seeing that everyone was becoming more gentle and willing to listen to him, Wu Sangui no longer kept it, so he talked about an allusion called "Two-legged Sheep".

"this……"

When Wu Sangui finished talking about the allusion of "two-legged sheep", the atmosphere in the tent became tense, and how could he feel as comfortable as before?

Duoduo's eyelids twitched, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Ping Xibo, what you said is good, but Xu Changqing has always claimed to be a gentleman. He would not do such a crazy thing, right?"

Wu Sangui smiled bitterly and said, "Prince Yu, let's think from the perspective of others. If so, you are in Xu Changqing's position at this time, you think

, Would you do this?"

"I……"

Duoduo was speechless for a moment.

yes.

He was forced into a desperate situation, so he must survive first and protect the overall situation. As for his reputation, that's not a big deal?

Hong Chengchou also spoke at this time: "Regent, I have always had concerns about this matter. We should not send female slaves to the Model Army. At this time, we are not missing each other for one day or two, so it is better to let it go. Of course, we have to nail the Model Army to death. Perhaps, we can now promote this news in Nanjing..."

After Hong Chengchou said this, the tent suddenly felt restless, but the atmosphere became much more relaxed.

Duoduo also smiled with his eyes shining, "Miao, Miao. Lord Hong, you have great achievements in this battle! Even if Xu Changqing hasn't done this, we can build up the momentum first!"

Dorgon quickly made the decision: "Mr. Hong, you can do this matter yourself. All the hidden threads of my Qing Dynasty are left to you to control!"

"twitter!"

Hong Chengchou gave a deep courtesy, his whole body was filled with fighting spirit, and he seemed to be several years younger.

Wu Sangui exchanged a glance with him, then closed his eyes, showed a slight bitter smile, and murmured in his heart: "Changqing, don't blame me, we are all the same type of people!"

...

Hong Chengchou personally took the initiative and Yangzhou was a short distance from Nanjing. That night, a terrifying wind spread in Nanjing.

"Xu Changqing's model army has run out of ammunition and food. Now the model army is relying on the "two-legged sheep" given to them by the Tartars. It is said that the model army has to eat more than a thousand poor women every day at this time."

As the news spread, the entire Nanjing city quickly fell into a terrifying panic.

People eat people.

What is this concept?

Can such a person and such a unit still be considered a human?

Even some of the lower-class people who have always supported Xu Changqing began to shake terrifyingly.
To be continued...