At noon on the tenth day of August, Wu Sangui's army arrived in Xiangyang.

The Prime Minister of Xia said that Wu Sangui's army had 50,000, but in fact, there were only 30,000 soldiers. The auxiliary soldiers and the civilians transporting the baggage were 65,000.

The army surrounded the four gates of Xiangyang.

Wu Sangui led Li Guohan, Bayan, Zhang Guozhu, and Wu Yingqi to look around the city and return to the tent: "Looking at the city defense fortifications, the Ming army guard Gaojiling is a man of knowledge. There were no trenches outside the city, only a moat and a high city wall as a barrier, and the soldiers were not afraid and had high morale. It seems that he is very confident in the power of grenades and mines."

"Your Majesty, Xiangyang is not as good as Tiger Stone Mountain or Zhangzhou. Apart from the not-high hills, there are no mountains for him to ambush. This terrain is almost the same as the plains in the north, and it is most suitable for field battles by cavalry. Therefore, Gaojiling will not be stupid enough to fight with us in the field. The best way is to defend the city by relying on the strong city." Li Guohan said.

"Yes, Gao Jiling probably had this idea. Humph, it's a pity that the Prime Minister's plan to surrender made his wishful thinking fail." Wu Sangui said proudly, stroking his beard.

"Father, the Prime Minister is now trapped in Jingmen, which is worrying." Wu Yingqi said.

"The prime minister is resourceful. Since he dares to take risks alone, he must have something to rely on. My son doesn't have to worry," said Wu Sangui.

"Father, since Yang Xiren is the inner supporter, why don't you fight to enter Xiangyang? What are you waiting for?"

"What are you waiting for? Waiting for grenades and mines. The Ming army was vulnerable in the past, so why are they becoming more and more brave now? Didn't they rely on these two firearms? The trick of the Prime Minister's deceiving surrender lies in not only seizing his city, but also seizing his firearms. As long as Yang Xiren controls the baggage battalion, we will have these two powerful weapons. In the future, we will be equal to the Ming army in the future. Let's see what else they can do? I'll order the three armies to set up camps, rest well, and attack the city tomorrow, and try the weight of Gaojiling." Wu Sangui ordered.

"Zhe!" The generals obeyed the order.

...

That night, at midnight.

Yang Xiren led his troops to quietly open the city gate, lower the suspension bridge, divide it into two routes, and touched the Qing army camp.

"Boom boom boom..."

"Kill..."

The grenade exploded open the camp gate, and the Ming army shouted loudly and rushed in.

"Each person throws at most one grenade, don't throw it to someone else's place, the other one is left." Yang Xiren quietly ordered.

This time, Gaojiling equipped each of them with two grenades.

The governor Zhang Guozhu, who was guarding the Western Camp, was woken up by his personal soldiers in his sleep: "General, the Ming army robbed the camp!"

"Ah? Hurry up, send the order to meet the enemy!"

With a command, the horns of the Qing army camp sounded together, and the soldiers in their sleep rushed out of the camp tent, took bows and arrows, and shot towards the Ming army.

"Slowly! The command of the battalions, shouting loudly, and the arrows shot into the world!" Zhang Guozhu looked for a while, and found that it was Yang Xiren's troops, so he quickly ordered.

So, a big show of robbery for Gaojiling to watch in Xiangyang City began.

Yang Xiren's army rushed left and right in the Qing army camp, with weapons colliding, explosions and screams constantly, but every soldier in battle had a smile on his face, just like a comrade-in-law meeting.

Gaojiling vaguely saw Yang Xiren's army entering the city. The Qing soldiers kept retreating and were overjoyed. Seeing Qing soldiers coming to support from both north and south, they hurriedly ordered: "Ming Jin to withdraw the troops!"

Yang Xiren came back, his face covered in blood, and a head was raised in his hand.

That was a Qing soldier he killed himself.

The Qing soldier was injured by a grenade during the chaos and struggled in pain in a pool of blood. Yang Xiren used a knife to solve his pain.

"General Gao, the last general fulfilled his mission, killed and injured more than 3,000 Qing soldiers, and only 57 casualties in our army."

Yang Xiren swung the head in his hand to the ground, knelt on one knee, and said proudly.

"Hahaha... OK, General Yang is indeed the bravest of the three armies, so I'll relieve myself! I will remember you for one's merit, so let's go down and rest first." Gao Jiling looked at Yang Xiren with appreciation and praised excitedly.

"Yeah!"

Yang Xiren saluted and went down.

"Shizhong, how about it? Do you still doubt him this time?" Gao Jiling asked.

"General, the last general not only has his doubts, but has become even stronger."

“Why?”

"General, Yang Xiren's army has two grenades, which are six thousand. Why don't they hear so many explosions? The general always feels that the thunder is loud and rainy. Are you acting? Also, after the war, the soldiers' spirits are both nervous and excited, especially after killing people, they will be murderous. Look at which of his soldiers have murderous aura? They are all happy, just like a trip to a relative's house."

"Shizhong, are you sick? There is little explosion? You counted it? Is it true that six thousand is there? Is there still a murderous aura? Why didn't I see that it was wrong? Is it abnormal to be happy to win a battle?"

"General, have you not noticed? The grenades are gone, and the soldiers' waists are empty."

"Stop talking! I think you are either sick or jealous of the virtuous! People are still picking their noses after winning a battle. Isn't this disappointing to the generals? If it spreads, who will surrender in the future?! Retreat!"

Gaojiling said angrily.

"I'm just so disappointed. I'm kind-hearted and kind-hearted, and I've actually been jealous of the virtuous and capable!"

Wang Shizhong was scolded by Gaojiling and retreated helplessly.

...

In the battle of the robbery, Yang Xiren won the first victory with a ratio of 57 to 3,000, and also won the trust of Gaojiling.

Gaojiling handed him over the important task of guarding Ximen.

In addition to boasting about his contributions these days, Yang Xiren praised the power of grenades. Gaojiling gave him 10,000 grenades, but he was not satisfied and pestered Gaojiling to give him more.

His reasons are naturally very sufficient. The task of guarding the West Gate is heavy. Is it okay to not prepare more grenades?

His request made Wang Shizhong even more suspicious. Regardless of whether Gaojiling was willing or not, he privately suggested that Yang Xiren should be allowed to take it again and not give too much.

Although Gaojiling was not satisfied with Wang Shizhong, Yang Xiren's idea of ​​repeatedly hitting grenades still made him a little alert.

"I'll give you another five thousand. Remember, save some use. If you can, don't use it. You have to be prepared for a protracted war." Gaojiling finally gave Yang Xiren five thousand coins.

"General, why should you be so stingy? There must be 100,000 grenades, right? What's the point of giving more?" Yang Xiren said unhappily.

"It's tens of thousands. This is not because your wife has a baby. She can give birth again after giving birth. Do you know if you use one less? Just point him at the city, and you can do it without any loss?" Gaojiling said.

Yang Xiren had 15,000 grenades in his hand and found out the total number of grenades.
Chapter completed!