Hou Fangyuli has a very high reputation. He never thought Zhou Xian was better than him, but he just felt that the latter was lucky. But this time he climbed the city wall and faced the dead bodies everywhere, he collapsed directly.

It was then that he realized how ridiculous he was to think that he was outstanding. Zhou Xian could go to the battlefield, command his soldiers, and even fight against the Tartars himself. And can he do it? The advantages of self-proclaimedness can sometimes entertain himself, but when things happen, everything will be exposed.

Zhou Xian continued to say, "Before the war started, I had stored a batch of good wine in the state warehouse, preparing to use them to celebrate the merits after victory. Who knew that Gao Yi had discovered this matter, so he sneaked away more than ten cans. Then he risked being engaged in military law and distributed it to his soldiers, and said arrogantly that he was to boost morale. If it weren't for his poor achievements this time, I would have to punish him well."

Hou Fangyu forced a smile on his face and bowed slightly, "Student thanked him for helping the platform. Let me drink wine without taking risks."

Zhou Xian smiled and waved his hand, "You are from the Guide family, and no matter how good the wine is, it may be ordinary to you. But the same thing may be worthless in one place, but another place may be worth a thousand gold. Therefore, here, the preciousness of this wine is no less than gold."

Hou Fangyu seemed to have some meaning when he heard Zhou Xian's words. He didn't understand the other party's meaning for a moment, and lowered his head to ponder.

Zhou Xian continued to drink, and did not talk about this with him again, but instead changed the topic. He asked Hou Fangyu about the past provincial examination and some of his experiences in the resumption of the society. It was his most glorious moment. Speaking of this, his words suddenly became more and more, and his tone was full of pride.

Zhou Xian did not have much favoritism for the Donglin Party and his Yanzhi Fushe. He felt that they were just a group of people who were just talking about the differences, and were good at speaking but clumsy in their actions. Zhou Xian never doubted their enthusiasm, but doubted their purpose. Except for some who really wanted to do something for this country, most people just wanted to seek an advancement for themselves through such an organization.

On this stage in the late Ming Dynasty, at least in the last period of the country's destruction and death, whether in the Donglin Party or the Fushe Society, the disadvantages they had were far greater than their contributions. Perhaps the significance of their initial establishment was good, but in the end they went completely and became a useless organization that seeks personal gain without any use.

Zhou Xian was worried when he heard this. He wanted to pick out some real talents from these people for his own use, but he was afraid that they would join private parties and make things develop in a direction that he could not control.

Not long after, the wine pot was completely seen. Zhou Xian decided to put away his thoughts for the time being. After all, defeating the enemy in front of him was his primary concern. He clapped his hands gently and sent Hou Fangyu out of the door.

Seeing Hou Fangyu still hesitating, Zhou Xian chuckled: "Chaozong, wolf has a way to go, and dogs have a way to go. You are a scholar and have your own advantages. If you give up your own advantages and go to the city to fight the enemy like those soldiers. At least in my opinion, this is a huge waste. Only when you do what you are good at can you truly play your value. If you are willing to come to Jinzhou City, which was attacked by the Qing army, is already hundreds of times stronger than most scholars. As for the loss of composure on the city wall, that moment is nothing, and no one is qualified to laugh at you for this."

Zhou Xian stepped forward and took a step forward. He was younger than Hou Fangyu, but his figure was half a head taller than the latter. He gently patted Hou Fangyu on the shoulder with his hand and said, "Now there is no shortage of soldiers who can fight in the city. But in addition to fighting, there are other more important things to do. For example, how to stabilize the emotions of the people in the city, how to properly allocate the materials in the city to make everyone less complaints, how to make the entire city run in an orderly manner, etc. These seem to be small things, but they are particularly important at this moment, and it is precisely what I think you can do well. If you are willing, you can rest for a night tonight and wait until tomorrow to find General Zhao Shen in Dongcheng. Of course, if you don't want to go, it's OK, but don't go to the city easily."

The door was closed, and Zhou Xian turned around and walked into the room.

Hou Fangyu stood on the ground in a daze and stopped for a long time while standing at the door. Finally, he bowed respectfully and then turned around and left. His brows were still frowning, but his steps under his feet became much more relaxed.

One day, two days, three days,... the Qing army's attack lasted for a full six days.

Although they rushed to the city wall several times and fought fiercely with the Ming army, the final result was to retreat from the city wall one after another.

Whether it was the direct attack of a large number of soldiers in the North City or the small-scale elite troops attacking from the east and west cities, they all suffered failures without exception. Hundreds or even nearly a thousand corpses were left behind each time, and the soldiers were killed and injured. In the end, even the most fierce soldiers began to retreat, and the Qing army completely lost its initial morale.

What made Hauge most angry was that once he ordered the attack to stop and the entire army retreated, the screams of Sahana would sound.

At first, when Zhou Xian asked Sakhana to read those words, his heart was full of fear. But later he realized that once the Qing army attacked the city, what was waiting for him was the fate of being cut by life. In addition, Zhou Xian treated him with wine and meat every day, and promised that after the war, he would seek an official position on the Ming army. Such treatment was obviously much more comfortable and comfortable than being Aha in the Qing army.

Therefore, later Sakhana completely let go of his initial fear, cut off the braids on his head, and worked harder to do things for the Ming army. He seemed to be particularly good at such things. Although his words were vulgar and simple, he could deeply hit the hearts of every Qing army.

When two armies fight, morale is the most important thing, and the enemy is most afraid of attacking the enemy.

Haoge was extremely angry about this and made all the red cannons ready. When he wanted to wait until Sahana called again, he rushed over and wiped the hateful sound from the world. But helplessly, Sahana hid very well, and the Qing army used countless shells. But as soon as the cannon stopped, Sahana's croaking shouts sounded again, and this sound almost drove Haoge crazy.

The pre-war scolding was the norm, and the special thing about Sakhana's shouting was that he touched the hearts of the soldiers under Haoge.

After all, the Zhenglan Banner was originally handed over by Nurhaci to Manguertai, who was the real banner owner of the Zhenglan Banner.
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