The Qing army under the city, whether it was the main force of Manchu and Mongolia or the Green Camp, the eight Han Banners were a little depressed. When Tan Tai led a large group of troops to the bank of Ganjiang River, he saw that his navy troops were inhumanely ravaged. In less than half an hour, they were wiped out by the Ming army's fleet. They were so angry that they could not breathe a sigh of relief.

"The pseudo-District Navy is powerful and has captured Ganzhou. In the future, we can rely on the Navy to go north from Ganjiang to support Nanchang and Jiujiang's food and weapons. General, we don't have a navy, so we can't stop the attack. What should we do?" A relative general said with a worried look on his face.

Like most Manchus, Tan Tai is not good-looking. He is short and strong. He opens his mouth and has yellow teeth. He said with a cold face: "I ordered all departments to keep alert and continue to siege the city. Without the commander's military order, you are not allowed to move without any move! Duld!"

"The slave is here!"

Another relative heard the master's call and quickly knelt on one knee to receive the order.

"The letter was sent to recruit Hong Duchen (Hong Chengchou), a great scholar from the Jiangnan Grand Secretary, and quickly draw a navy from the Zhili area in southern Jiangsu and Zhejiang to support him! Remember, hurry!"

"twitter!"

My personal general took the order, turned over and galloped away.

Looking at the mighty and majestic pseudo-chasing naval troop on the river, Tan Tai stared at it for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Retreat!", and turned around and retreated to the military camp.

The Ming army's navy's grain transport ship entered Nanchang City from Xishuimen. A large amount of grain cloth was taken from the transport ship, and a truckload of grain filled with linen bags was taken from the transport ship. The defenders released the sluice gates and carried them into the city by mules and horses or Yu Long's sailors.

During the transportation process, a navy officer and soldier accidentally broke a corner of the linen bag, and golden millet immediately emerged from the thorn, and rice grains seemed to be shining with dazzling light.

Seeing this, the elderly, weak and weak women and children around him quickly ran over and knelt down and poured them out of their clothes. A thin boy seemed to be hungry and a little confused. He grabbed a handful of corn that had not yet been removed, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, allowing the sharp chaff to prick the esophagus.

After taking a few bites, he seemed to remember something. He picked up a bag of corn in his shirt. With the obstruction and exclamation of the navy officers and soldiers, he rushed to a morgue in the city. He placed the golden corn in the package next to a couple who had been dead for a long time, and murmured:

"Dad! Mom! Look, this is yellow orange rice! Have you seen it in the Spirit of Heaven? I can finally survive. The Zeng family doesn't need to be the last one! I can pass on the clan to you! Dad! Mom! You heard it!"

When the boy said this, he was already in tears. He rushed to the two corpses without any hesitation and started to cry.

That night, rows of simple shacks were quickly built in the four streets and eight alleys in Nanchang City. There were dozens of large pots next to the shack. The pot was steaming, and the fragrance of rice porridge wafted over from afar.

The gentry and common people in the city smelled the fragrance in the distance and unconsciously moved to the shack. They all stretched their necks and looked over there, especially some children, swallowing their saliva.

If it weren't for the sword, spear, spear, and halberd held by the guards, maintaining order, they would have been rushing forward.

The soldiers stood on the wooden stand, with their legs on their backs, fucked a long wooden stick, and stirred it hard into the pot.

The young and strong, waiting to receive the porridge and their families lined up in front of the pot in a long queue, looking at the iron spoon waving in front of the pot.

The man who waved the iron spoon to make the porridge was Yu Long's navy officers and soldiers. They moved quickly. The spoon flashed into the pot, and the spoon was full. With a bang, the porridge in the spoon was already in the raised bowl.

Those who received the porridge immediately ate it. The porridge in the bowl was sweet and thick, all of which were pure rice porridge, and there was absolutely no such thing as wild vegetable bark. After being hungry for a long time, many people shed tears when drinking such thick rice porridge.

A thin boy also imitated the adults to tiptoe and hold a big bowl high. With the sound of a spoon, half a bowl of rice porridge swayed from the bowl. The boy held the bowl and ran happily into the crowd.

The boy ran to an old woman sitting and leaning against a torn linen cloth, knelt down, held the bowl in front of the old woman, and shouted: "Grandma! Wake up! There's porridge! There's porridge!"

Grandma's eyes were closed and her mouth was half open. The boy pulled out chopsticks from his waist, took out some rice porridge from the porridge, and carefully sent it to Grandma's mouth. Grandma's mouth did not move.

The boy said anxiously: "Grandma, grandma, why don't you eat it?"

A navy soldier saw this scene and couldn't help but walk over, touched the old woman's breath, her eyelids twitched, and said to the boy: "Child, drink it yourself, your grandma... is dead."

The boy burst into tears when he heard this, and the bowl in his hand fell to the ground and broke it. The sailor squatted down and looked at the porridge pouring on the ground, and couldn't help but sigh.

That night, the whole city of Nanchang City was carnival. Whether it was military and civilians, elderly, weak, women and children, as long as they were alive, they all had a good meal.

At the critical moment, the 100,000 stones of food sent by Yu Long's naval fleet saved their lives, and also solved the urgent need of the head coach Jin Shenghuan, greatly alleviating the food crisis in the city.

Based on the calculation that ten people apply one liter of rice per day, tens of thousands of people need 300 shi of rice per month. Nanchang has hundreds of thousands of people and more than 100 shi of grain per month. There is so much food, plus the original ones in the city, it is enough to last for another half a year. After the military and civilians shared the food, their morale rose, and their determination to defend the city increased by three points unconsciously.

In addition to 100,000 stones of grain, Yu Long also supported more than a dozen Folang machines and red artillery guns, thousands of bird guns and cannons, cannon medicines, guns and other disposable consumables, which are all masterpieces of the Zhaoqing Xingdu Arsenal. Because the various processes are strictly controlled and the technical advantages of the iron mold casting cannon method are very well-made.
Chapter completed!