In the Qing army camp, Ajige listened to Fan Wencheng's narrative and felt confident.

"He Tengjiao is really a blessing general of my Qing Dynasty!" Ajige smiled with a playful smile on his face.

Many Qing army generals also burst into laughter and the atmosphere was much more relaxed.

The Zhejiang army attacked fiercely in the south, especially the Ming army in Donghai Town. In order to rescue Zhao Ming, they advanced forward fearlessly, killing the Qing army to retreat step by step, which made Ajige feel tremendous pressure.

Originally, the Qing army was very worried. If the Ming army in the west was so crazy, the Qing army might not be able to bear Zhao Ming, and the Ming army should have cooperated outside and be defeated.

Now that Fan Wencheng brought back the news, Ajige and many generals had no worries.

Fan Wencheng smiled and said, "Prince, He Tengjiao will not move his troops. As long as we block the Zhejiang army in the south, Zhao Zamao will definitely die!"

Ajige nodded and said, "Yes, I really want to thank He Tengjiao this time!"

Everyone burst into laughter again. At this moment, a general covered in blood picked up a curtain and said anxiously: "Prince, something is not good. Nearly 10,000 people in Donghai Town rushed forward overnight and teared a hole in the defense line!"

Ajige was shocked when he heard this. Donghai Town was really a confidant of the Qing Dynasty. In order to save Zhao Zamao, he really made up his family's fortune.

Azig immediately picked up his helmet and made a decision, "Draw 20,000 troops from the west, north and east of Shibao to stop this Ming army with me."

Fan Wencheng said: "Prince, what if Zhao Zamao takes advantage of the situation to break through?"

Ajige frowned and waved his hand, "Now, even if Zhao Zamao did not starve to death, there were only three or four thousand soldiers who could move. The army in the south of this king had not retreated, and he still wanted to break through. As long as he blocked the Zhejiang army on the periphery, Zhao Zamao would just wait for death."

Fan Wencheng stopped talking when he heard this. After all, a Ming army with nearly 10,000 people interspersed in while the night was dark. If they did not stop them and let them break into the city and join Zhao Zamao, then the Qing army would not know when they wanted to destroy Zhao Zamao.

At that moment, Azig brought up his helmet, picked up his waist knife, and led everyone out of the tent.

In Shibao Town, nearly 10,000 Ming soldiers were killed and injured, and most of the remaining ones were so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs, leaving no combat power.

Now, the Ming army soldiers rely on the fort wall and can launch guns and throw grenades. If they want to break through, they probably won’t have much strength if they don’t go far.

At this time, Zhao Ming looked at the many generals under his command and asked, "How many brothers do we have?"

Wang Deshun said: "The general has 6,000 people, but the brothers have been out of food for two days. It's okay to shoot guns. If you want to fight with a knife, you probably won't be a match for the Qing army."

Zhao Ming nodded, "If you want to break through, you must restore your combat power to a team of people!"

Under the fire, everyone turned their eyes to him, knowing what he meant, and they wanted to pick out some of the remaining six thousand brothers to act as death warriors.

However, the soldiers of Donghai Town have always treated them equally. The entire army had no food and they were hungry together, without special or exceptions. Zhao Ming, including him, had not eaten for two days, and there were no elite soldiers.

Zhao Ming said in a deep voice: "Hold the pot!"

Seeing this, Li Benshen and others had to do it. Soon, the soldiers set up dozens of large pots and boiled the water.

At this time, Zhao Ming suddenly took off the leather belt around his waist and threw it into the big pot. The generals and soldiers reported it and immediately threw all the things with their skin into the pot.

Looking at the rolling leather in the pot, the soldiers' eyes turned red.

However, these things can only fill the stomach, but cannot provide nutrition, and they cannot recover much strength after eating them.

Just as the hungry soldiers were staring at the rolling skin in the pot, Zhao Ming suddenly brought his war horse.

The war horses in the army have been eaten almost in recent days, leaving only Zhao Ming, the miscellaneous horse, as well as the horses of generals such as Li Benshen, Tang Tong, etc., who were not killed.

At this time, Zhao Ming stroked the miscellaneous horse. It had been with him for nearly ten years and had already been in harmony with his heart. The dark and bright horse's geese were filled with sadness and a cry of sorrow came out of his mouth.

The horse neigh attracted the attention of the generals, and Wang Deshun was shocked when he saw this, "Master, can't!"

Zhao Ming stroked the horse's head and suddenly stabbed the horse's heart with a knife. His tiger's eyes were filled with tears, "Old guy, I'm sorry for you!"

"Master! Master!" Wang Deshun knelt on the ground and burst into tears.

The blood of the miscellaneous horse was dried and fell to the ground. Zhao Ming said in a deep voice: "Pick a thousand brothers and share them!"

Seeing this, Li Benshen, Tang Tong and others couldn't keep their own war horses. They couldn't bear to do it themselves, so they asked their personal soldiers to kill the war horses, then dismembered them and threw them into the cauldron.

The meat was rolling in the pot, and Zhao Ming sat on a stone bench and discussed with his generals, "The Qing army was surrounded by heavy troops. If you want to break through, you must use a fierce and desperate person!"

Wang Deshun said: "The humble Taiping Camp comes out of Jiangyin and follows the commander, and five or six hundred elite veterans can be transferred!"

Li Benshen said: "To open a bloody road, our relatives are indispensable!"

At this moment, everyone can choose more than 1,000 elite soldiers from the 6,000 remaining soldiers, and more than ten big pots. They can only eat so many people, and no matter how many, it will be too much.

At this time, Wang Deshun asked, "Master, where will we break through?"

Zhao Ming said in a deep voice: "The Qing army in the south has heavy troops to guard it, and Ajige's attention is all on the south. The Qing army in the west, north and east have been mobilized, which is an opportunity. We will break out from the east!"

Tang Tong pondered: "Walk to the north, go further and further, and to the west is the Qing army camp, so you can only walk from the east!"

After discussion, everyone hurried to select troops and quickly assembled a thousand soldiers.

Under the torch, more than a thousand soldiers stood beside the big pot, staring at the food in the pot with greedily eyes, but no one dared to move.

The horse meat was cooked, and the head army put a big bowl for nearly a thousand soldiers, but everyone knew that they were eating the handsome man's miscellaneous horses, holding the bowls one by one, staring at Zhao Ming.

At this time, the personal soldiers also brought a bowl to Zhao Ming. Zhao Ming was silent for a while, but still took it over, then stood up, walked to nearly a thousand soldiers, and said in a deep voice: "Brothers, reinforcements have been killed dozens of miles away, attracting the main force of the Qing army. This is the opportunity we have been waiting for, and the only opportunity."

As he said that, Zhao Ming raised the meat bowl high and said in grief: "This is the last food for the entire army. The other soldiers have given them to you. I and the other brothers, please ask you to take the brothers out and break out of the siege!"

After saying that, Zhao Ming picked up the meat from the bowl, stuffed it into his mouth, and roared angrily, "Eat!"
Chapter completed!