Jia Yujing of Red Mansion

Chapter 314 Rebirth and Killing

Qinglongfang.

At night, the inner garden of Chengming Garden, which should have been quiet, was brightly lit and crowded, with maids coming in and out from time to time.

This is because Wang Yuyan, the wife of the third wife of the Jia family, is in labor again.

As early as February before Jia Qiong left Beijing, Wang Yuyan, Qin Keqing and Xue Baochai were all diagnosed with pregnancy.

Wang Yuyan was the first to give birth, and the other two should give birth not far away.

Compared with the smoothness of the first delivery, Wang Yuyan's delivery this time was much more difficult.

Seven or eight hours have passed since I entered the delivery room early in the morning.

Wang Yuyan was exhausted by this time, but the child had not been born yet.

Outside the delivery room, Shen Biyun, Yu Mengyao, Wang Yu's wife Qiao Shi and Wang Xifeng were all waiting anxiously.

Wang Yuyan's screams had not been heard in the delivery room for a long time, which made them feel flustered.

Wang Xifeng grabbed a maid who came out of the delivery room and asked about the situation inside, but the news she received made everyone feel even more uneasy. Wang Yuyan's situation was not optimistic.

In Qin Keqing's yard to the west, Qin Keqing, Xue Baochai, Princess Mingyue, Xu Weirui, Lin Daiyu and Tanchun were also waiting anxiously.

There was still no news about Wang Yuyan's successful delivery, and everyone's expressions were very solemn.

Even though Qin Keqing and Xue Baochai comforted everyone from time to time and said that Wang Yuyan would be fine, as time went by, everyone's anxiety became more and more serious.

At this moment, two dusty Jinyi guards appeared at the gate of Chengmingyuan. These two people were Pan Yi and Wei Huan who were sent back to Beijing by Jia Qiong to deliver the letter.

They had just sent Jia Qiong's military report to the Ministry of War, and rushed to Chengmingyuan to deliver the message.

Pan Yi and Wei Huan were old men who had been with Jia Qiong for a long time, so the disciples naturally knew them, so they were immediately introduced into the garden to meet the chief manager Tian Li.

Soon, the news that Jia Qiong had returned to China spread back to the inner garden, and everyone was very happy when they found out.

Xu Biyun immediately ordered someone to tell Wang Yuyan the news. She hoped that this would help Wang Yuyan overcome this difficulty.

In the delivery room, the long period of labor and bleeding had exhausted Wang Yuyan's physical strength, leaving her extremely weak.

She felt like she didn't even have the strength to open her eyelids, so she could only lie there numbly.

No matter how many methods the midwife tried, it didn't work. She was really tired and just wanted to have a good sleep.

"Grandma, grandma, wake up. The master is back. Did you hear it? The master is back."

In a daze, Wang Yuyan heard urgent calls, pulling her back from the edge of sleep.

"Is your husband back?"

She opened her eyes with difficulty, turned her head and looked over, only to see Xing'er kneeling beside the bed, her eyes filled with tears but a smile on her face.

"Yes, grandma, the master is back, Pan Yi and Wei Huan just came to report.

The master has arrived in Jiangsu a few days ago and will be able to return to Beijing soon.

Grandma, look, this is a letter written by the master. "

Xing'er raised a letter in front of her. When Wang Yuyan saw the familiar handwriting, she couldn't help but smile. She seemed to have some strength in her body, so she reached out to grab the letter and put it on her chest.

The midwife on the side saw this and hurriedly asked someone to bring a bowl of ginseng soup.

He said to Wang Yuyan: "Madam, drink the ginseng soup, gather your strength, and work harder, the young master will be out soon.

The master will be very happy to see the young master when he comes back. "A quarter of an hour later, with a loud cry, Jia Qiong's first son was finally born.

At this time, thousands of miles away in Yancheng, a brutal killing was about to begin.

After three days of rapid march, Zhang Shicheng's 35,000 troops had just arrived near Yancheng in the evening.

Darkness was not conducive to attacking the city, and the soldiers were exhausted, so Zhang Shicheng ordered the army to camp at Heilongtan, three miles away from Yancheng, and prepare to attack Yancheng again early tomorrow morning.

Zhang Shicheng's choice of camp site was somewhat particular. Heilongtan is a section of the Baisha River, a tributary of the Huai River. The Baisha River magically turned a big bend here, forming a river beach surrounded by water on three sides.

Camping here is convenient for getting water, and it is not easy to be attacked by night.

After traveling for three consecutive days, Zhang Shicheng's soldiers were already very tired.

After eating, except for a few soldiers who were unlucky enough to be on guard duty at night, everyone else quickly fell asleep, and snores could be heard in the camp.

It is now the end of October. Although the temperature in Yancheng is higher than that in Chang'an in the north, it is still a bit cool at night.

At the fourth watch, the temperature dropped even lower. The sentinels in thin clothes couldn't stand the chill in the air and ran to the fire to warm themselves up. The secret sentries who were arranged outside also ran back.

The leader who was assigned to watch the night did not stop him when he saw this. In his opinion, there were only 3,000 people in Yancheng, which was not enough to defend the city. How could he dare to go out of the city to fight in the field.

Besides, it was going to be daybreak soon, he had nothing to do all night, and he didn't want to go on a business trip again, so he sat by the fire and started warming himself.

After driving dozens of miles during the day and staying for most of the night, I was already exhausted. As soon as I sat down next to the warm fire, I immediately felt sleepy and couldn't stop coming. It didn't take long for everyone to feel tired. Dozed off.

None of them noticed that at some point, the insects that had been chirping outside the camp all night had disappeared.

Even Zhang Hongqing himself didn't expect that he would reach Zhang Shicheng's camp so smoothly. At this moment, he could clearly see the group of sleeping sentries beside the fire dozens of meters away.

“What a rabble”

Zhang Hongqing felt that as long as he was given enough time, he could wipe out all the rebels in front of him with his three thousand crossbowmen.

"Prepare, light the fire, and fire the arrows!"

Following his order, a rain of arrows composed of three thousand rockets roared into the sky, and then plunged into Zhang Shicheng's camp. The screams immediately rang out, piercing the heavy night sky.

What will happen when a group of untrained peasant soldiers are suddenly attacked by unknown troops while they are sleeping soundly?

Blow up the camp!

Darkness, fire, screams.

The soldiers were dominated by fear, scurrying around like headless flies. In the darkness, they couldn't tell whether the people around them were friends or foes, and could only rely on instinct to attack anyone who dared to get close to them.

Some soldiers managed to escape from the camp, but what greeted them was a more brutal rain of arrows.

It wasn't until the sun rose that the chaos in the camp stopped, but by this time Zhang Shicheng's 35,000-strong army had only less than 20,000 people left.

What made them even more desperate was that just a few hundred meters away from the camp, an army of more than ten thousand people had formed a neat square formation, standing there like a group of statues with their backs to the direction of the rising sun. There was silence.

The reason why Jia Qiong did not take advantage of the enemy's confusion to launch a large-scale attack was simply because it was difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy in the dark, and he was afraid of accidental injury.

A group of terrified rabble faced off against a well-trained and well-prepared elite. This battle was destined to be a massacre from the beginning.

When the sun fully rose, Zhang Shicheng's army had been completely defeated.

Except for a few who jumped into the river to escape, the others were either killed or captured.

Jia Qiong won this unequal victory without even using cavalry.

(End of this chapter)