The Resurrection of the South Seas of the Ming Dynasty

The camp of the Qing army was set up next to the canal. In the huge camp, tents were densely arranged.

Looking from a distance, you can't see the side at a glance!
People with trypophobia will probably be able to scream on the spot.

The command post of the Ming army was moved to Jiaxing City, but due to the limited space in Jiaxing City, it was impossible for all the [-] to [-] Ming troops to enter the city to station.

In fact, only Zhu Hongyu's imperial guards were stationed in Jiaxing City.

And cooking soldiers, medical soldiers and other arms responsible for logistics.

The other parts of the Ming army were all stationed outside Jiaxing City, confronting the Qing army far away.

But it can be clearly seen that the scale of the Ming army camp is far less than that of the Qing army!

Zhu Hongyu was wrapped in a cloak and stood at the head of Jiaxing city.

Looking at the Qing army camp in the distance, he said with a tone of emotion.

"It's New Year's Eve, and the atmosphere is too dull!"

"Although it's wartime, this year can't pass!"

Hearing this, Zheng Chenggong said hesitantly.

"Your Highness, the great battle is approaching now, if you are too lax, it may give the Qing prisoners an opportunity to take advantage of it!"

Zhu Hongyu waved his hand and said.

"It's okay, even though it's wartime, there's no need to be too tense!"

"That string is too tight, it will actually affect morale."

"Not to mention anything else, the New Year's Eve dinner still needs to be prepared!"

"Alcohol is free, and no one can drink alcohol during wartime."

"But in terms of food, it is necessary to provide as much food as possible. Let the people in the logistics department work overtime, slaughter some pigs and sheep, and make some dumplings!"

"It's Chinese New Year, if there are no dumplings, what is it called Chinese New Year?"

Wang Ruxian cupped his fists to accept the order, and then went down to give orders.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and it is not an easy task to make dumplings for [-] to [-] troops before tomorrow.

No way, the cooking soldiers will be forced to work overtime tonight!
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The second day, the thirtieth day of the twelfth lunar month!

On this day, whether it was the Ming army or the Qing army, both sides closed their camps and were preparing for the New Year.

Of course, neither side is a little white rabbit, and when it's time to launch a sneak attack, they won't stop doing it just because it's Chinese New Year.

However, after the two sides dispatched manpower and made preliminary attempts, they found that the other party's vigilance was not bad even if it was Chinese New Year.

There are more whistles and whistles outside the camp than usual!

Seeing that the sneak attack was hopeless, they all had a tacit understanding and put off their sneak attack thoughts.

Dragging his sick body, Hong Chengchou patrolled the barracks, watching a large number of soldiers of the Qing army gather to eat, drink and talk, with a smile on his face.

After he finished his inspection, he was just about to return to his camp to rest.

But as soon as he returned to the big tent, he saw a messenger standing there, as if waiting for him.

After bowing his hands to Hong Chengchou, the messenger said hello.

"Lord Hong, the Governor invites you to discuss matters in the tent!"

Hong Chengchou nodded in agreement, and then, led by the messengers, he left under Wang Tuhai's tent.

As soon as he entered the tent in Tuhai, Hong Chengchou saw that the important future of the Qing army in this battle was all here.

For example, Wu Tuo, Li Guoying, Tai Ying'a and others.

After Hong Chengchou entered the tent, all eyes focused on him.

At first, Hong Chengchou thought it was nothing, just look at it, the big tent he entered last, it is normal to be stared at.

However, after he entered the big tent for a while, the eyes of these people still stayed on him.

Hong Chengchou felt something was wrong!
Looking around, he almost asked directly, what are you looking at!

"Generals, why do you look at me like this?"

Hong Chengchou asked.

When he spoke, he couldn't help frowning, his face full of confusion.

Sitting on the main seat, Tuhai cleared his throat, and then spoke.

"Master Hong, just now, Ming Thief Jian Guo sent an envoy to send you a letter!"

While speaking, Tu Hai raised a letter in Yang's hand and spoke.

"No, it's here!"

Hong Chengchou's face darkened, Ming Zeijian's method of sowing dissension is somewhat crude!

Although he knew that Tu Hai would probably not doubt himself, Hong Chengchou still stood up and explained.

"My lord, there is absolutely no collusion between the lower official and the Ming thief!"

Tu Hai nodded and said.

"Lord Hong, don't worry, I know, I know!"

"Could it be possible that I can't trust Master Hong?"

Having said all this, Tu Hai spoke again.

"Master Hong, don't you want to know what exactly is written in the letter that the Ming thief Jianguo wrote to you?"

The corner of Hong Chengchou's mouth twitched, but he still spoke.

"So, the next official is really curious!"

"Master Tuhai, please find someone to recite it. It's a good time for everyone to have fun!"

Hong Chengchou was very free and easy about this.

Because he knew that the less he cared about this matter, the more he would be able to reduce his suspicion of adultery.

Although there is a high probability that Tu Hai will not doubt Hong Chengchou, it is only a high probability.

There is still a certain chance that he will be suspicious.

Hong Chengchou must clear his suspicions as much as possible!
Tuhai tore open the envelope, handed the letter to his entourage, and ordered.

"Read it to everyone!"

"Look at what the Ming Thief Jian Guo wrote to our Master Hong!"

He took the letter with him and read it.

"Gift to Hong Chengchou"

The money rat tail is not ashamed, and the clothes are left to look for the title.

Nuyan knelt down and called out to her master, she was lost in front of her ancestor's grave.

A very simple doggerel with no literary talent, no allusions, and even no rhyme.

Although it is definitely much higher than those poems written by Qianlong, they still stay on the catchy level.

If it is placed in front of some literary figures, it can be said to be ridiculous.

But it doesn't matter, Zhu Hongyu doesn't care much!

Today's matter is what he did casually.

Zhu Hongyu wrote such a doggerel for no other purpose than to disgust Hong Chengchou.

Naturally, I don't care!

After I finished reading this short doggerel, the big tent fell into an unspeakable silence.

Tuhai's expression was a little unnatural.

After listening to this poem, the Han generals in the tent also had different expressions, and they all felt ashamed that their clothes had been stripped clean.

Money mouse tail, left-handed clothes...

It's not just about Hong Chengchou, they are also included.

Although the title of this poem is "Gift to Hong Chengchou", why isn't it talking about them?
Everyone's face is constantly changing, as if opening a big dyeing workshop.

Now everyone has only one thought in their minds, damn it, the mouth of Ming Thief Jian Guo is really poisonous!

A doggerel, but every sentence pierces into the heart of the heart!

These Han generals are all like this, let alone Hong Chengchou.

After all, Hong Chengchou was the one who was precisely hit, and the others were only accidentally injured.

Looking at this poem, Hong Chengchou didn't even dare to think about his reputation in history books after his death!
The title of the poem is directly "To Hong Chengchou"...

Good guy, what hatred, what resentment!

Do you have to let Hong Chengchou "remember his name in history"?
Eyes of pity, mockery, or gloat gathered on Hong Chengchou.

Hong Chengchou's face gradually became more and more ugly.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

The skin at the corner of the mouth twitched, as if trying to force a smile.

Hong Chengchou only felt that his chest was very congested, and even his breathing became a little difficult.