Prince Chongzhen

Chapter 104: Each One Takes Care of Themselves

"wake up!"

The dazed Qi Laoer was so frightened by the shout that he almost jumped up. He only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the person coming was his own Xiaoqi.

Once bad luck strikes you, it will probably last for a while.

Because they had annoyed Bolo during the day, Qi Laoer and others were punished to stand guard at night.

Although they didn't do much work throughout the day, they were fully exhausted.

Under such circumstances, Qi Laoer could still hold on when he first went on duty, but when it was almost time to change shifts, he really couldn't hold on any longer.

"Boss, this Tartar is real."

"Shut up! Do you want to die?"

Before Qi Laoer could finish his complaint, he was interrupted by the flag officer.

People have to bow their heads under the eaves.

Not to mention that they were just punished to stand guard at night, even if they were beheaded on the spot, who would speak up for them?

"Boss, why are all the people from Zhenjiang on night duty? Aren't those from Jiangbei the surrendered troops?"

"Nonsense! Didn't Jiangbei's work start in the first half of the night?"

"Can this be the same?"

"Snapped!"

Qi Laoer was slapped again. It was obvious that his words left the young flag officer speechless.

It is a tacit knowledge among everyone that the surrendered soldiers from Zhenjiang were raised by their mother.

It's not that complicated at the root of it. To put it bluntly, there's just no one in charge.

When the defense was originally arranged, Jiangbei was under the jurisdiction of several town commanders, while Zhenjiang was under the jurisdiction of Yingtian.

When the Tartars attacked, although everyone surrendered, the Jiangbei army not only had a complete organization, but also a strong military force. What's more, they had the town commander and the general to support them. Even if they were not welcomed, it was still acceptable.

But what about those from Zhenjiang?
It's really like they have nothing. With so many soft persimmons left, who wouldn't come and pick on them every now and then?
"Don't think too much. We can return to Zhenjiang in a few days."

As if he felt that the slap was a bit heavy, Xiaoqi then said something in a gentle voice. But before Qi Laoer could make any response to this comfort, Xiaoqi suddenly turned his head to the outside of the camp, and then pulled him to squat on the ground.

"Boss?"

"Silence."

Seeing Xiaoqi like this, Qi Laoer suddenly became nervous.

But when he turned his head to look outside the camp, he only saw pitch black. Not to mention that there was nothing, even if there was something, how could he see it clearly?
"Enemy attack!"

A sharp howl suddenly broke the silence of the night, and then a figure was seen running towards the camp quickly.

"Open the door! Enemy attack!"

The man ran very fast, as if a ferocious beast was chasing him.

Seeing this, Qi Laoer's first reaction was to open the door, but he had just taken half a step towards the camp gate when he looked at his own flag hesitantly as if he had thought of something.

"The military situation is urgent, report it to me immediately!"

The little flag bearer was older after all, and when Qi Laoer turned his head, he saw that he had already turned his back to the outside of the camp.

Then, without waiting for the words to finish, he ran into the camp.

"You. Ugh!"

Qi Laoer knew very well what the noise behind him meant, but how should he deal with this situation?

Not to mention whether there would be enough time to close the camp gate after opening it, even if there was time, would I really risk my life to save a stranger? "Boss, wait a minute!"

"Run to the rear camp!"

At this point, not only was Qi Laoer not at a loss by the sudden enemy attack, his mind was even clearer than usual.

He knew that although his own flag bearer had never fought in any tough battles, his ability to save his life was top-notch. As long as he could follow him closely, he might be able to save his life again.

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At the last moment when Qi Laoer's figure was about to disappear into the crowd of military tents, he finally couldn't resist his curiosity and turned his head to take a look outside the camp.

At this time, outside the camp wall, there were densely packed human figures, and even patches of cold light were reflected as those figures danced.

As for the vicinity of the camp wall, there was not even a shadow of our own people to be found.

Qi Lao Er couldn't help but have a thought in his mind: "Why do you want to put these surrendered soldiers in the front camp?"

He thought that although there were not many real Tartars left in the army, if they were placed in the front camp, the situation would definitely not be like it is now.

Of course, he was only slightly confused and continued to run after his own flag. As long as he could successfully escape to the rear camp where the real Tartars were stationed, what would this place have to do with him?
Qi Laoer was right. According to common sense, they shouldn't be placed at the front as they are there to make up the numbers.

But he was just a surrendered soldier after all. It was enough for him to think of these things. How could he understand Bolo's thoughts?

"Lord Beile! There's a fire in the front camp. It seems we encountered an enemy night attack."

"Oh?"

Although Bolo was surprised when he was woken up by Goshha, he did not show any panic at all because of the news.

When the army first arrived here, Duoduo ordered his men to build a large camp according to the terrain, and built a camp wall in the narrower part in the middle, which was considered to be two camps.

The two camps rely on each other, and can calmly deal with enemies coming from the front or from the back, which makes them capable of both offense and defense.

But when Bolo took over, the situation had changed significantly, and if he wanted to carry out the original plan, he would be a little stretched in terms of military strength.

After all, Bolo had fought tough battles with Chuang's army. Even though the soldiers around Yingtian did not have the power to pose a threat to the army at this time, he was not careless at all.

Afterwards, the stronger surrendered troops and the Eight Banners headquarters all gathered in the rear camp as ordered, and the remaining more than 10,000 bags of goods were all left in the front camp.

In this way, the rear camp became the real main camp, while the front camp became something like an early warning fortress.

That's why he had the confidence to remain calm after learning that the enemy had attacked the camp.

As for the surrendered soldiers in the front camp
If they die, they die. These guys can't work or fight. Keeping them here will just be a waste of food. It's better to throw them away to consume the enemy.

"Pass the order, close the camp gates tightly, but anyone who approaches will be killed without mercy!"

"Whoo!"

Goshaha followed the order and went out, but Bolo just sat on the bed with a frown on his face, not even showing any intention of getting dressed and getting ready.

Logically, he had already made all the arrangements and didn't need to worry about it, but looking at his expression, it seemed as if he had encountered something extremely embarrassing.

The defenders of Yingtian have been hiding in their turtle shells and have finally shown their heads once. If we can take the opportunity to wipe out their elite troops, it will certainly make the subsequent siege a lot easier.

But then again, Yingtian has already been besieged, and it will only take a few months to take over all of Jiangnan.

By then, there would be no reinforcements from outside Yingtian, so they only needed to follow the steps and they would be able to capture it in four or five months at most.

In this way, even if he really destroyed this Ming army, it would be just icing on the cake. On the contrary, if he attacked at this time, he would have to take some risks when the enemy situation was unclear.

It would be fine if we could achieve some results, but if something unexpected happened at this critical juncture when the outcome of the battle is unclear, our situation would become passive.

When one reaches Bolo's position, he naturally puts the government first in everything.

Faced with something that is obviously high-risk and low-return, it is not difficult to guess what decision he will make.

"Inform the entire army, no one is allowed to leave the camp and fight without our order!"

(End of this chapter)