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The battlefield is filled with corpses and bones.
The city would never surrender even if death was the only option.
I ask passers-by not to cover their noses.
The living are not as fragrant as the dead.
This is a poem written by a woman from Jiangyin City, which truly reflects the cruel reality and unyielding spirit faced by Jiangyin City.
During the two-month battle, more than 100,000 soldiers and civilians of Jiangyin died heroically, while the Qing army also suffered tens of thousands of casualties and more than ten generals were lost. The blood dyed the river red, and bones piled up into a mountain of corpses. In the hot July weather, the rotting corpses exuded a pungent smell.
However, even though there were countless casualties and even the elderly, the weak, women and children went to the top of the city walls to help defend the city, no one in Jiangyin City was willing to surrender.
This is the desperate city that refuses to surrender, and the unyielding spirit of the descendants of Yan and Huang seems to have gathered here.
After Yuan Biwu successfully crossed the Yangtze River with 300 Qin soldiers, he smelled the stench of corpses and saw corpses everywhere on the ground. The battle of Jiangyin was not only on the top of the city, but also outside the city where countless civilians died. There is no doubt about how tragic this battle was.
Flames shot up into the sky under Jiangyin City. Sixty to seventy thousand Qing troops were attacking the city overnight. The sounds of artillery fire and shouts of killing could be heard for dozens of miles.
Yuan Biwu and his men rushed towards Jiangyin City in the dark. On the way, they saw more and more corpses, including those of Jiangyin civilians and Qing soldiers, with heads and feet lying side by side, all over the place.
When they were still six or seven miles away from the city, they were discovered by the Qing army.
Yuan Biwu pointed at the corpses scattered all over the ground and shouted to everyone: "Look, even a three-foot-tall boy knows how to kill the enemy bravely, and the old and weak women also swear to die rather than surrender. We are born with a seven-foot body, what reason do we have to be afraid of the enemy and cowardly
When we crossed the river, Li Chenshi had already written down our names. If we died in battle, the King of Qin would not mistreat our families. If we survived, each of us would be promoted three levels and receive a generous reward.
General Su sent us across the river to let the people of Jiangyin see our determination to reinforce Jiangyin and to fight to the death. Therefore, even if we all die in battle, we must fight to the gates of Jiangyin and not let the people of Jiangyin laugh at us for being cowards. "
"I am willing to fight to the death with the general!"
"I am willing to fight to the death with the general!"
The three hundred Qin soldiers, determined to fight to the death, marched towards Jiangyin City without hesitation.
The Qing army initially thought that it was a nearby rebel army coming to reinforce, so they sent out 500 Green Camp soldiers to meet them. However, they were quickly defeated by Yuan Biwu and his men, and they were chased to Caihua Village, only four miles away from Jiangyin City.
Liu Liangzuo was shocked and sent 5,000 troops to stop them. Yuan Biwu, facing an enemy that was ten times his size, ordered 300 men to form a circle and charge eastward at all costs.
Yuan Biwu kept shouting and ordering his soldiers to shrink the formation as much as possible. The tighter the formation was, the denser the shields would be. At the same time, the smaller the contact area between the two sides would be. Although there were many enemies, the number of people who could be put into battle at one time would be fewer.
The Qing army surrounded them from all sides. Layer upon layer, densely packed, swords and spears stabbed at the same time, arrows rained down like rain. The shouts of killing were like waves crashing on the shore, endless.
The Qin army stabbed with horse spears and hacked with sabers, and every step forward was paved with corpses.
"Explode!" Yuan Biwu roared like thunder, and the soldiers on the east side immediately threw more than ten thunder bombs, which fell into the dense enemy. The rumbling explosions rushed up with flames, and the flying shrapnel swept the enemy to the ground, and the broken limbs flew into the sky, and the dying screams were like ghosts howling.
"Charge!" While the enemy in the east was thrown into chaos by the explosion, Yuan Biwu ordered his soldiers to rush forward, slashing with sabers, killing people in a rain of blood and a foul smell. The Green Camp soldiers in the east almost collapsed, and the Qin army advanced hundreds of steps in one go.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Zuo Liangyu called in a group of green camp soldiers holding bird guns. Tongues of fire spurted out, and the Qin soldiers burst into blood and fell to the ground with hatred.
"For the glory of the Qin Dynasty!" While the enemy was reloading their ammunition, some Qin soldiers carried thunder bombs, shouted loudly, and rushed towards the enemy's spearmen like lightning. Some of them were shot down by bows and arrows all around, but the rest still ran forward fearlessly and threw the lit thunder bombs into the enemy's formation. Many soldiers died together with the enemy in the fierce explosion.
Such a heroic sacrifice frightened the surrounding Qing troops so much that they retreated and fired guns and arrows from a distance.
The Qin soldiers fell one after another, and Yuan Biwu was furious. He then ordered the soldiers to advance in groups of ten. Led by the squad leader, all the soldiers broke up and rushed eastward, fighting the enemy to the death.
The wind is sad and the clouds are moving, the night is dark and vast, ghosts and gods are howling, and blood is flowing in the river.
Tens of thousands of Qing troops have stopped attacking the city and are surrounding it layer by layer. In the night, the sound of killing shakes the earth and the shouts are like waves. Every step forward taken by Yuan Biwu and others is paving the way with the blood of the enemy and themselves. Balls of fire rushed up amid the fierce explosions, dyeing the night sky red.
Arrows rained down from the sky and bullets gushed out. The 300 Qin soldiers were blocked again and again, but they had to break through their bloody path again and again. Their voices faded and their strength was exhausted. Their arrows ran out and their strings broke. Blades clashed and their swords were broken. There were fires everywhere and enemy shadows were everywhere. The sky was about to dawn and the wind was blowing. The dead were exposed in the sand and the living continued to fight to the death.
When Yuan Biwu and his men rushed to the lower half a mile of Jiangyin City without giving up, the light came on. A ray of morning light was reflected on the black flag. The flag was in tatters and its surface was clotted with blood, so the wind could not blow it.
At this moment, there were only thirty-one soldiers left by Yuan Biwu's side. Each of them had wounds of varying degrees, some of which revealed bones. The bows and arrows had been used up, the blades had been cut, and the ground was filled with dense enemy corpses, spread out in a radial pattern.
The sky was grey and covered with dark clouds. An infinite sense of tragedy condensed in the air like a curtain, and a solemn atmosphere enveloped the whole area.
Layer upon layer of Qing troops looked at the 32 Qin soldiers who were standing firm and dared not move forward.
The people of Jiangyin on the city wall looked at such a tragic scene and burst into tears.
Yuan Biwu shouted to the top of the city wall with all his strength: "Fellow villagers of Jiangyin, we have tried our best. Please forgive us for not being able to charge into the city and fight alongside you. But don't worry, my 300,000 strong troops of the Great Qin will step on our flesh and blood and advance forward one after another. Even if we fight to the last man, we will never give up on the fellow villagers of Jiangyin!"
"Brave man!"
"Brave man!"
"Brave man!"
The soldiers and civilians on the city wall cried and shouted, looking at the 32 people surrounded by the Qing army. Many people asked to leave the city and fight the Qing army. Yan Yingyuan advised everyone, "We can't let the blood of the warriors be shed in vain. We must protect Jiangyin City, even if we have to fight to the last man."
Amid the earth-shaking cries of the people of Jiangyin, Yuan Biwu, who was standing under the city, raised his blood-stained saber and, together with 31 soldiers, shouted "For the glory of the Qin Empire!" They resolutely charged towards the Qing army outside the city. In front of the people of Jiangyin, they would rather die in battle than be captured.
Countless arrows flew into the sky, covering the thirty-two warriors like a dark cloud. Tall figures fell down one by one with hatred. Yuan Biwu's body was full of arrows, and he couldn't count how many there were. At the last moment of his life, he looked up to the sky and shouted, and used all his strength to deeply insert the black flag into the ground.
A gust of morning breeze blew, and the flag stained with blood finally rolled up. On the remaining flag, a golden word "Qin" sparkled in the morning sun.
Yuan Biwu's burly body leaned against the flagpole, standing firm, with a sincere smile on his sharp face. With his eyes half open, he looked calmly at the Jiangyin City in front of him that he could never reach again.
The surrounding Qing soldiers looked at Yuan Biwu, whose body was full of arrows but had a smile on his face, and no one dared to step forward.
There was a great cry from the top of Jiangyin City. Heaven and earth mourned together, and everyone on the top of the city bowed to the warrior who died with a smile on his face.
The sky is vast, the river is mighty, the hero is gone. The world is in mourning.
Except for Yuan Biwu who was leaning against the flagpole, all three hundred martyrs had fallen, and each of them fell facing Jiangyin City;
At the last moment of their lives, everyone wanted to cast a glance at Jiangyin City, because everyone knew that they could not reach Jiangyin City, which was so close.
On the top of Jiangyin City, the students looked up to the sky with red eyes and sang in hoarse voices:
He held the Wu spear and wore rhinoceros armor, and his chariots were in a mess and his short weapons were engaged.
The flags block out the sun and the enemies are like clouds, arrows fly and the soldiers compete for the first place.
You can't go out and you can't come back; the plain is vast and the road is long.
Wearing a long sword and holding a Qin bow, his head and body are separated but his heart is not punished.
Sincerity is courageous and also has force, in the end it is strong and cannot be bullied.
When the body dies, the spirit becomes a living being, and the soul becomes a heroic ghost!
The hoarse singing voice was so tragic that it reached the sky. The whole city was wailing loudly. People burned incense and worshipped the martyrs who died heroically, and poured wine to commemorate them.
On this day, the Qing army could no longer organize a decent attack. Tens of thousands of troops were demoralized and no one even dared to touch Yuan Biwu's body or the heavy black flag.
Su Jin in Jiangbei felt heartbroken, but all he could gather were a few small boats, which could only transport a small number of people each time. Moreover, this place was close to the mouth of the Yangtze River, and the river was wide, so it took a long time for the boats to cross the river.
Just when he was gritting his teeth to send another 300 men across the river, he saw clouds and sails covering the sun on the river, and soon a small boat sailed towards the north bank and found him.
After asking, Su Jin found out that the people coming were the pirates who were rampant in the north of the Yangtze River estuary. Their leader was named Gu Rong, also known as Gu Sanmaizi, and he called himself the King of Loyalty and Righteousness.
The man who came ashore said to Su Jin: "General, my loyal and righteous king admires the bravery of the Qin army and is willing to help you cross the river."
Su Jin hesitated. After all, the other party was a pirate, and the two sides had never had any contact. Su Jin did not dare to believe it easily, and asked calmly: "How did your King Zhongyi know that we were going to cross the river, and why did he help us?"
The black man replied, "General, my loyal king has a grudge against the Tartars for killing his father. We are sworn enemies. We came to reinforce Jiangyin City a few days ago, but we were few in number and were no match for the Tartars on the shore. We could do nothing on the river, so we retreated. General, please rest assured. My loyal king asked you to ride on the same boat with him. If we do anything bad to you, you can kill my loyal king."
"Just tell me, what are your conditions, King Zhongyi?" Su Jin didn't believe that a pirate would help him without asking for anything in return.
Sure enough, the black man said awkwardly: "My loyal king said that we will help the general, as long as the general wins and gives us the cannons seized from Jiangyin city."
"Okay, it's a deal."
The most important thing now is to cross the river. Yuan Biwu and his three hundred men must not die in vain. Revenge! We must avenge our brothers who died heroically!
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ps: The enemy was numerous, the troops were few and the generals were few, and after a night of fierce fighting, I failed to advance into the top ten in the history category. To be honest, my eyes are red now, because I stayed up late to write until 2:30, and also because of an inexplicable sadness.
The murderous aura was like a cloud for three hours, and the cold sound of fighting spread all night. Today, the second update is presented. I decided to fight again with this broken body. Brothers, please follow me closely.
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