Boro finally got up from the ground with the help of several coat slaves. His three fingers were broken by horse hooves, and the bones were exposed, making him grin and sweat.

However, this small injury is simply not worth mentioning compared to the defeat of the Tartars. When the artillery was killed and unable to break through the artillery blockade of the Anguo army, they fled one after another.

On the huge battlefield, there were Tartar soldiers fleeing in panic everywhere. When they fled, they were even more crazy than the Ming army. The officers couldn't drink at all and dared to stop them. Even if they were relatives, these guys would raise their steel knives without hesitation.

Of course, when facing the Anguo army, they did not have the courage. When the frightened Tartars saw the Ming army's clothes, they even forgot to resist. One small soldier could capture more than a dozen people.

Faced with the courageless Tartars, Boro was too lazy to turn things around, and he could only ask for blessings, because there were also countless pursuers who gritted their teeth behind him.

The military, civilians and people in Yangzhou were beaten by the Tartars for a whole month, and every household was worried. Two or three thousand young and strong people died in the battle, and the blood debt could not be paid.

The Tartars retreated in a hurry, and these ordinary people would not let them go. Anyone who was in good health would carry farm tools, sticks and ropes, and dozens of people formed a team and chased after them.

It was like hunting, and the Tartars were the best prey. After being defeated, this gang of vicious guys became weaker than the sheep.

Several ordinary people chased after him and happened to meet a Tartar vest running for life in a hurry, with injuries on his legs and limping. At first, the ordinary people were still a little scared and dared not step forward.

A young man ignored him and rushed forward with a blow. He almost defeated the Tartars, but the Tartars did not resist, but instead ran away even more desperately.

Suddenly, the people behind rushed up. They waved the wooden sticks and hoes, and knocked down the Tartars in a few moments. Then they tied up their limbs like a fat pig, and stuffed rags into their mouths. They used wooden poles to carry them. The two ordinary people carried them happily and went to work on the job.

After arresting a few, the people became more courageous. Even when facing the Tartars holding swords and guns, they were not afraid. Several people attacked from the front with sticks, and then others started from the side with fishing nets or the like. After covering them, the Tartars could not escape.

No matter ordinary Tartars, even those strong white-armored soldiers cannot escape the bad luck.

After the pursuit of the Tartars, the level of fighting and fighting in Yangzhou people has been greatly improved, and even this martial spirit has been passed down. In the future, Yangzhou soldiers and even generals from Yangzhou have formed a faction.

Of course, this is just a by-product of the Yangzhou War. The main force that really pursued the Tartars was the Anguo Army. Ma Jinzhong and Jin Shengheng led two troops, like two pairs of scissors, cut them towards the Tartars' retreat.

As for Yan Yingyuan, Liu Zhaoji and others, they cleaned the battlefield, searched for prisoners, and counted and seized them.

Liu Zhaoji has always been concerned about the amazing red cannons of the Tartars, and he ran to the artillery position as soon as possible. The scene in front of him completely shocked him.

The ground was full of scattered artillery parts, and there were thick cannon barrels, all over and over. On the cannon barrels, there were some minced meat and blood.

Liu Zhaoji jumped off his war horse and came to the front of a cannon. The barrel was about one meter long, and a small watermelon could be stuffed into the muzzle.

"It's this thing, it's this thing!" Liu Zhaoji slapped the cannon barrel hard and laughed: "The Tartars used this thing to bombard the city walls and shot them in one shot. The bricks and stones broke, and the two layers of blue bricks were blown up!"

They were at a loss when facing the red cannon, but now they saw that the barrels were blown up and turned into a pile of scrap iron, which was really eye-opening.

At this moment, Tan Xingming also rushed over with a group of people.

"General Liu, you must be careful. There is still a lot of gunpowder that has not exploded. Don't hurt you!"

Before Liu Zhaoji could speak, he gave two thumbs up.

"Mr. Liu looked down on these little cannons at the beginning. It seems that I was watching the sky from a well, which was embarrassing!"

Tan Xingming smiled and said, "General Liu is polite. This is what weapons are. You have to suit yourself. The Tatars built this kind of artillery because they felt that field battles were invincible. They just put the cannons under the city and bombard them. But once someone can compete with them in the field, these bulky cannons are simply targets. When we attack, we just start from the flanks. The red-clothed cannons cannot turn their heads and can only be beaten passively!"

"Well said!" Liu Zhaoji smiled and said, "Since these cannons are useless, why are you collecting them?"

Tan Xingming said: "General Liu, these cannons are made of copper. Do you think about how much does a few thousand kilograms of copper cost?"

When Liu Zhaoji heard this, he suddenly realized and smiled and said, "I just saw the cannon, but I didn't expect it to be a lot of money!"

"It is obviously a waste of money to use copper. We still have to re-fuel and build it into field artillery. If there is no damage, it can be used. For example, if it is replaced with a flowering bullet and placed on the top of the city, it is also a powerful tool to defend the city!"

"I think very well!"

Gu Zhenhua and Yan Yingyuan rushed over with their men. Gu Zhenhua was obviously very satisfied with Tan Xingming's proposal.

"An Guojun said that his family is big and his business is big, but his foundation is still too thin, so he should save some effort."

Tan Xingming smiled and saluted a military salute, saying, "Don't worry, don't invest money in our artillery, you will never lose money!"

Yan Yingyuan smiled and said, "It may be inappropriate to treat military and national affairs as doing business, right?"

Gu Zhenhua waved his hand, "Mr. Yan, the matter of governing and fighting is really like doing business. It is a pro-discipline and disadvantage. The key is to calculate it clearly!"

"Oh? Please give me some advice?"

"Mr. Yan, when you guard Yangzhou, food must be given priority to supply to the city, and soldiers must be treated well if they are injured. Isn't this calculated? For example, if a poor man gives him some living expenses, the first thing he buys is food, then clothes, and residence. If someone is hungry, but runs to the theater with money to listen to the opera, I think it is probably not normal for him!"

Gu Zhenhua said it briefly, but the more Yan Yingyuan thought about it, the more he felt that this was a big field of knowledge. He frowned and couldn't help but think about it.

"Dude, what you mean is that you have to do depends on whether there is any benefit?"

"Even if it is not close, it is not far away." Gu Zhenhua laughed and said, "Our imperial examinations only pay attention to articles. As long as the eight-part essay is written in a scattered manner, you can gain fame and become a high-ranking official. How many Hanlin poets, who come to the cabinet to serve as prime ministers, and hold the authority of this country. Speaking of which, do they really know how to govern? The annual budget of the Ministry of Revenue. How to spend money in your hands and how to use the good steel on the blade. This requires careful calculation. Arithmetic is the way!"

To directly criticize the government, it is obvious that Yan Yingyuan does not have the courage to do so, but what Gu Zhenhua said has to make Yan Yingyuan fall into deep thought.

"Mr. Yan. This time, the Tartars were driven away, and the two Huai Rivers will be peaceful for a while. My master recruited a lot of military farm officials in Henan. Now this exam is to be expanded, and Huguang and the two Huai Rivers are all in it. The content of the exam mainly includes four aspects: mathematics, law, engineering, literature and common sense. There are also two special subjects in medicine and economics. The Jianghuai River has many talents. There is no shortage of well-educated people. You should be more attentive in this exam!"

Before the battle was over, Gu Zhenhua led the topic to the exam. Yan Yingyuan couldn't turn it around for a while, but he knew in his heart that the importance of the national talent ceremony was the grandfather who wanted to dig out the ancestral grave for the imperial examination!

"Mr., I probably understand what you mean. The country chooses talents and puts practical learning first. Don't those lyricists who only know how to play with their pens and sway their lips?"

"What does Lord Yan think?"

"Of course it's great. I must arrange it as soon as possible!"

The reason why Gu Zhenhua was eager to deploy the exam was to take the prosperous two Huaihe Rivers into his hands. Now he no longer hides his ambitions. He will not let go of any place where An Guojun has left blood!

Of course, if you want to get Lianghuai, there is another big thing, that is, you must completely drive the Tartars out.

After simply cleaning up the battlefield and clearing the remaining Tartars, Gu Zhenhua personally led his men and chased northwards.

At this time, Boluo fled in a hurry with the defeated generals. He retreated along the canal towards Gaoyou. Wherever he passed, there were all areas of Han people.

Originally facing the Tartars, these people were frightened and helpless. Some shameless people surrendered to the Tartars and became traitors. However, the aggressive Tartars have retreated in a mess, and local people have also emerged.

They formed their own teams and launched an attack on the Tartars. Of course, the common people had no way to compete with the regular legion, but they should clean up the single Tartar assembly! There were Tartars running in a hurry all the way, and many people ran for a day or two, but couldn't hold on to find a room to rest. As a result, when they woke up, they were already wrapped in ropes and became prisoners.

Some people even directly poisoned the water source, which made these Tartars unable to sleep, eat, and drink water. Even Boro could only eat dry food. If he was really thirsty, he would kill a beast and quench his thirst by drinking blood.

"Hmph, you guys are waiting. As long as I kill you back, no one will let you go!"

Boluo was still secretly harsh. He chewed a bite of the pancake, which was as thick as a knife, and cut his throat. He was so angry that he threw the pancake out.

"How far is it from Huai'an?"

"There are fifty miles left. Master Beile, you can rest for one night first and you will be in Huai'an tomorrow afternoon!"

"No more rest." Boro said, enduring the pain, "Ming Dog bites too tightly, hurry up and leave!"

The Tartars fled in panic. Just less than two hours after they left, Ma Jinzhong led his men and horses to rush up.

"Hmph, you run fast enough, no matter how fast you are, you won't be able to escape from the net of heaven and earth. Chase me!"

In this way, one ran and the other chased each other desperately, both sides gritted their teeth and supported themselves. The wound on Boro's fingers had already become festered and suppurated. This guy was cruel enough. He cut down three fingers with a dagger, then wrapped them up with a cloth strip, and continued to run away.

Finally, at noon the next day, Boluo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, I finally arrived in Huai'an. Hurry up and send a letter to Prince Ying in Xuzhou. After losing the battle, I don't know how to face him!"

Boluo was secretly sad, but when he arrived at Huai'an City, there was no movement at all, and Boluo suddenly became furious.

"Dog slave, haven't you seen Master Beile come back? Hurry up and open the city gate and find something to call!"

At this time, a head suddenly popped out from the city wall, looked at it for a few seconds, and then said, "It turns out that Master Beile is back. I'll open the city gate for you now!"

After a while, the city gate rang out and the suspension bridge was lowered. Boluo rushed in without saying a word. However, he had just entered the city gate and suddenly rushed to the ground under his feet and became weak. Before he could understand what was going on, he fell down with his people and horses.

There is no doubt that this trap was naturally arranged by Zhao Tian, ​​and he even named him "Please fall into the trap!"

"Hahaha, Tartars, Huai'an is already ours. You all die!"

Countless soldiers rushed out of the city gate, and they all shot at the Tartars with guns, and the Tartars behind Boro fell down one after another.

What's even more terrible is that Zhao Tian specially prepared more than a hundred swarms, which really deserved the name. After igniting it, he was like a bunch of angry horses, rushing towards the Tartars at the gate of the city.

In the narrow space, there are people behind it, and there is no room for refuge. The Tartars can only be stunned and straightened, and a rocket can even knock three or four Tartars away.

When the Tartars behind saw that the situation was not good, they all ran away, no matter what Mr. Beile was. The most important thing was to escape at this time.

Obviously, the Anguo army would not let them go easily. Shen Tingyang had already commanded his men to set up ambush along the canal. The escaped Tartars were also facing a situation of hunting on all sides and had almost no hope of survival.

Zhao Tian proudly led his subordinates to the trap, and several people pulled Boluo out of it with hooks.

However, after putting it on, Zhao Tian was stunned. Boluo's mouth was covered with black blood and he had already died!

In fact, since Gu Zhenhua tortured Hong Chengchou on the top of the city, Boluo has become more scrupulous. Even if he dies, he should not fall into Gu Zhenhua's hands. He hid poison in his clothes and committed suicide after falling into a trap.

Zhao Tian had no choice but to cut Boluo's head, seal it with lime, and immediately sent it to Yangzhou.

With the collapse of tens of thousands of people under Boluo's men, the siege of Yangzhou was completely lifted, and the people in Nanjing also took a breath and no longer had to worry.

Especially when hearing the news that Boro was beheaded and tens of thousands of Tartars were killed and injured, everyone was proud and even spoke loudly!

Of course, I never forget to dig wells when I drank water. This peace and tranquility was given by Duke Ji, and no one dared to deny it. Guo Weiqiang, the official department in Nanjing, led more than 20 middle and lower-level officials to submit memorials to the court.

In the memorial, Guo Weiqiang listed Gu Zhenhua's three great achievements in saving the emperor, protecting the prince from going south, resisting the enemy in northern Henan, and rescuing the siege in Yangzhou. Without Gu Zhenhua, the Ming Dynasty would have been unable to be preserved for a long time, and such a great hero must be rewarded with great rewards.

Thousands of words: Become the king!
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