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The resentment of the hungry people had already accumulated to the point of cannibalism, and when they shot arrows back, Yuan Nanshan waved his hand helplessly, got off the city gate, and was about to go to the south gate, suddenly a cheer came from the city wall: "Reinforcements are here, reinforcements are here."

The green camp on the top of the city regarded the hungry people as a riot. Looking at the black and sluggish people under the city, they were already scared. Now that they saw a large army coming from the north, they naturally felt that reinforcements were coming and they were saved.

Yuan Nanshan felt relieved, and climbed up the city tower again. Looking north, he saw a cavalry coming from the north with a long sword. Even the city tower felt the shock of the horse trampling. The refugees used their last strength to hold their heads and could not escape. Even the refugees under the city began to abandon Tongzhou and flee north. This was definitely an extremely shocking scene, like a flock of sheep everywhere, being chased by a group of hungry wolves. Yuan Nanshan couldn't help feeling relieved when he saw it, and quickly ordered the garrison: "General Ertai is here, open the city quickly and take the musket team out to help General Ertai drive out the refugees."

"Zhe." The garrison beat Qian and hurriedly ordered the city gate to be opened.

Yuan Nanshan came down the city tower surrounded by a team of yamen runners, got into the Lanni sedan and rushed into the government office. He shouted and killed outside the city. The people in the city didn't know what had happened. His frightened eyes looked into the street from the cracks in the door, and only saw the prefect's sedan chair passing through the street, in a hurry.

After a moment, Yuan Nanshan arrived at the government office and ran in. He saw Soetu still sitting in the hall: "Sir, General Ertai's troops have arrived."

"So quickly?" Soetu took a sip of tea without hesitation, then stood up: "Rise the wolf smoke and inform the green camps stationed in Nantong, and the green camps in the Antai Second Prefectures began to act as planned."

Yuan Nanshan was stunned, but he didn't expect that the imperial envoy would have such a trick: "What... what wolf smoke?"

Soetu chuckled. He was the imperial envoy and was in charge of the migration plan of millions of refugees. Of course, he worked hard to deploy defense everywhere. Not only did he drive out the refugees to flee south, but he also set up dozens of huts in the fields of the two governments brought from Zhili. As long as he had a little contact and chess pieces from all over the place could he do the job thoroughly.

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In an instant, the Nantong city tower lit up. The two palaces of Tai'an seemed to have become hunting grounds in Tongzhou. The horse-dragon-like cavalrymen stopped and chased with sabers. Bloodstained along the road. The refugees fled in all directions. They might as well suddenly kill a group of green camps on both sides. There was also a way out in the south. Other directions were jackals, tigers and leopards, roaring hideously.

There have been countless refugees on the north bank of the Yangtze River. This once-Earth Mother River has now become a terrible barrier. A barrier between life and death. The river water rushed from west to east and endlessly, blocking the hope of all refugees.

Countless crying sounds turned into pieces. Tears hung on their hopeless faces gradually dried up. They eventually became numb. The refugees began to gather more and more on the north bank of the river. They had long been hungry to empty their bodies. They ran violently for life for ten miles, or even dozens of miles, which had consumed their last bit of physical strength. The only place they could sit or lie on the riverbed. Listen to the earthquake of the river slamming the water on the water bank. Hearing a louder cry.

There were more and more refugees gathered on the north bank, becoming more and more dense. Teams of green camps came from behind and drove them to a very small space on the river bank. The riverbed was full of ten miles. Now it has become a hell on earth.

We are just a commoner. We seek land as a place to stand. We only need a bit of brown rice without sweetness. We only need a piece of clothing that can cover our bodies. For these things, we work hard to farm for the landlords. We endured the scorching sun to complete the government's land distribution and labor service. We planted ten acres of land and were willing to contribute half of the landlords and men. We were also willing to satisfy the deduction of land and slack farming. We were recruited by the court to do river work and build monasteries. We wanted too little land and too much land. But why? Why didn't we even want to give us this little gift of land and we must kill us?

On the other side of the Yangtze River, the Ming soldiers looked at the scene on the opposite side of the Yangtze River. At first, they were stunned. They thought that the Qing army had made movements. Then their fingers had deeply cut the handle of the musket and looked at everything in front of them with their eyes glaringly. They were like a vivid disaster movie. It was both sad and sad and sad. But they knew that this was not an act, nor was it a movie where they had no contact at all. Everything was alive. From the monocular telescope at the distribution site, you could see the uncovered body, pale and thin face, and full of horror. Their expressions might be different. But one thing was in common. The eyes, pairs of eyes, and the windows that looked through the hearts of the people, are now gray and white. There is no trace of luster.

"Go to the river bank." A roar came from a sentry post.

"Kill it and go to the river bank." Mingbing in the surrounding fortifications had never been so angry. Someone picked up the fire and fired into the sky, venting the depression in his heart.

More and more Ming soldiers walked down the post, poked their heads out of the fortifications, and walked to the riverbed on the south bank, echoing the people on the north bank from afar.

"Master Guard, let's kill him?"

"Yes, kill the Tartars."

Some Ming soldiers surrounded the garrison officers and petitioned one after another.

The garrison officer calmed down and stared at a figure across the river, roaring: "Why do you kill without a ship? Should you swim over?"

"I swim over." Wang Daniu was speaking. He pulled off his military uniform, exposed his bronze skin, and walked towards the riverbed in a pair of breeches.

"Brother Wang, I'll go too."

"I'll go, too."

"Damn it, I'll die together, kill a Tartar to be able to do it."

More people turned the anger in their chests into motivation and turned it into a determination that never returns.

"There is a ship coming, it is the banner of the Nanyang Navy. The ship is coming.

"Suddenly, bursts of laughter came one after another in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River, and then cheers came from both sides of the north and south of the Yangtze River. The army on the south bank had always looked down on the navy and had a vague idea of ​​competing with the navy. However, today, these Ming soldiers garrisoned on the south bank felt the importance of the navy for the first time. Someone was shouting: "Long live the navy, long live the navy..."

Like a plague-like infection, more people shouted: "Long live the navy, long live His Majesty the Emperor of Ming Dynasty."

On the surface of the river, hundreds of ships headed north from the mouth of the sea. Since the Yangtze River could not moor large gunboats, there were only small and medium-sized supplies. The ships went up the water. A row of landing troops stood on the side of the ship, holding muskets in their hands, and watching the north shore fire.

The ship began to move closer to Jiangbei. The Ming army holding muskets voluntarily landed on the shore and began to maintain order, allowing the refugees to board the ship one by one. There were some dry food and fresh water on the ship for the refugees to eat. When they were dying or the old and weak were taken first by the Ming soldiers or carried or supported by the Ming soldiers, the refugees began to rush to the section where the ship was moored. Looking at the originally dead eyes emitting vitality, the Ming soldiers of the Navy and Marine Corps suddenly felt that the military-civilian integration that the instructors constantly emphasized in the recruit camp was not just an empty sentence.

It is just a slogan. When I saw refugees being rescued on board, when someone brought the already cold porridge to their shriveled lips, when the hungry people who had recovered some strength smiled and radiated their spirits, the Ming soldiers felt for the first time that although it was just a smile, it was more accomplished than making contributions on the battlefield. On the battlefield, it was killing people, but now it was saving people. One by one, the lives shaped like dry bones bloomed in front of your eyes, and spread to your heart, warm, and they could not be dispelled or dispelled.

Boxes of extra porridge were brought to the shore. Some Ming soldiers had already crossed the refugees and guarded the outside world under the leadership of the officers. Some soldiers began to set up porridge sheds to serve porridge. Although these porridge was like a drop in the bucket for the refugees who could not see the end, it gave the hungry people a hope and the courage to survive.

The ship began to transport hungry people back and forth in an orderly manner, and the Ming soldiers on the south bank also began to distribute their own food for hungry people crossing the river bank. Drops of sweat fell from their childish faces under the military cap, and they slid from their foreheads to the tip of their noses. There was no complaint, but only relief.

At this time, a team of black Ming troops came from the south bank. Mu Jianming led the team. He personally pulled the carriage. Behind the carriage were bamboo rafts and wooden boards. Behind them were tens of thousands of people carrying wooden boards, bamboo rafts, rice bags, and buckets. It was tens of miles from Changshu Prefecture City to here. Mu Jianming did not sleep all night and collected supplies and led the team to the river bank, but he was still one step late.

The Ming soldiers at the sentry guard began to pick up Mu Jianming's material team. Mu Jianming saw a flirty ship on the river to transport hungry people, and he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. He unexpectedly let the Nanyang Navy take the lead. The Nanyang Navy followed the emperor to the north. Mu Jianming wrote a memorial night and sent it to Zhu Jun who was in Suzhou and was about to set off for Nanjing. Zhu Jun did not hesitate to send the Nanyang Navy anchored on the east coast of Su to the Yangtze River from the Yangtze River to save people.

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Chapter completed!