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The Qing army carefully pushed the pontoon bridge into the water little by little. When the pontoon bridge was about to reach the other side, a series of crisp "ding-ling" sounds suddenly came.
The jingling sound traveled particularly far in the silent night, as frightening as The Ring.
It turned out that a few Qin soldiers who were responsible for patrolling this place were lazy and drove small wooden stakes into the river and tied long ropes to them. Whenever someone bumped into the long ropes, the bells would vibrate.
Zu Dale never expected that after all his efforts, he would end up with a string of bells.
As soon as the bell rang, a torch was lit on the other side of the river, followed by a bonfire. The blazing fire illuminated the entire narrow area.
A string of red fireworks rose up and a burst of rapid gongs sounded.
"Hurry! Push it over, quickly!" Zu Dale yelled.
The Qing army, having recovered their senses, quickly pushed the pontoon bridge to the other side, using the firelight. Two or three Qin soldiers on the other side were wearing thick cotton clothes and covered with dry straw. One of them beat a gong and shouted, "Yang Yan, hurry up and blow up the pontoon bridge with a thunder bomb."
Yang Yan quickly lit a thunder bomb, but before he could fire it, he was shot in the chest by a powerful arrow shot from the other side of the river. The blood immediately dyed his thick cotton coat red.
"Fuck you." Another Qin soldier named Liu Wu fell to the ground, snatched the thunder bomb that Yang Yan had already lit, and threw it towards the floating bridge. Due to a delay, the thunder bomb exploded before it landed on the bridge. Boom! There was a roar and a ball of fire. Although the floating bridge failed to be blown up, several Qing soldiers on the floating bridge were killed or injured by the flying shrapnel, and fell into the river with a thump.
Before a rain of arrows arrived on the north bank, the remaining two Qin soldiers rolled down the side of the river bank. It was really dangerous. As soon as they rolled down the river bank to avoid it, hundreds of arrows shot at them from the river bank, nailing the river bank like a hedgehog.
"Charge over and control the bridgehead, quickly!" Zu Dale shouted again.
The Qing soldiers jumped onto the floating bridge one after another. Too many people rushed onto the floating bridge in a hurry, causing it to lose balance and sway. More than a dozen Qing soldiers failed to stand firmly and fell into the icy river. They only skipped a few steps before disappearing into the dark and cold downstream.
"Slow down, send fewer people." Zu Dale, anxiously, had to change the order.
The frightened Qing soldiers all crawled across the bridge. Just as a dozen of them had crawled across, a large number of torches appeared in the distance. It was like a sea of fire. There were bursts of horse hooves. Two or three hundred Qin cavalry rushed over. The dozen Qing soldiers who had crawled across the bridge had just time to shoot two arrows before they were trampled into pulp by countless iron hooves.
Seeing that there was no hope of crossing the river, Zu Dale shouted in disappointment: "Pull the floating bridge back quickly, pull it back quickly."
He had sent out a thousand men and horses to collect these twenty or thirty broken boats, and it took him half a day to build them. They were very valuable. Unfortunately, the Qin army threw a series of thunder bombs at them, and they could only pull back half of the floating bridge.
After the first attempt to cross the river failed, Zu Dale, who retreated in disgrace, was severely scolded by Duoduo. Now, every minute and every second was precious for the Qing army. Food and grass were in short supply, and the delay would increase the danger.
At this time, the Qing army built more than ten pontoon bridges, but the Qin army was alarmed and the south bank was full of patrolling soldiers, so it was impossible to build a bridge.
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Chuzhou, the city in the eye of the storm, did not become calm after Duoduo's army went south.
Aobai, known as "the bravest warrior of the Qing Dynasty", led his troops to attack fiercely. Blood and fire intertwined on the city walls, dispelling the wind and snow of the cold winter. Except for the South Gate and the East Gate, the defenses of other city gates in Chuzhou were still very weak, and were in danger under the Qing army's torrential attack.
Qin Mu, wearing a black armor, personally carried the Juque sword to the city to fight fiercely, which made the Qing army feel that the Qin army in the city was already at the end of its strength, and even the leader of a country had to face the arrows and stones in person. Seeing hope, the morale of the Qing army was high, and they rushed towards the city wall wave after wave.
Qin Mu was like a firefighter. When the west of the city was in danger, he led his men to support it. When the Qing army rushed to the top of the city wall in the north, he led his men to support the north.
Wherever his royal flag went, it always aroused enthusiastic cheers from the Qin army, boosted their morale, and quickly repelled the Qing army's attacks.
However, Aobai was not discouraged. He believed that Qin Mu was not made of iron and he would not be able to hold on for long if he kept running around like this.
After a day of fighting, although the Qing army suffered heavy casualties, their morale was very high. In order to boost morale, Abahai made a public promise that they would be able to capture Chuzhou and capture Qin Mu alive within three days.
The cheers in the Qing army camp formed a sharp contrast with the desolate scene of corpses piled up and bloody winds blowing under the city.
As dusk fell, corpses were floating on the moat after the Qing army retreated. The ground was littered with abandoned swords, guns and arrows. The water in the moat was dyed dark red. The cold wind blew, the sky was dark and gloomy, the birds were silent and the mountains were silent, the ghosts gathered and the sky was gloomy.
Qin Mu found some people who could speak Manchu and Mongolian, taught them a song personally, and asked them to sing it in Manchu and Mongolian.
A crescent moon rose, shining coldly on the top of the city. The fields were covered with lingering snow and the swords and spears were silent, making the scene extremely desolate.
The people who had received Qin Mu's instruction climbed up to the enemy tower in the south of the city, picked up their huqins, and sang:
Wild geese fly in pairs in the sky.
The river is long, the autumn grass is yellow, and the sound of the piano on the grassland is sad.
The wild geese fly southward over the reed marshes.
The sky is vast, where are the geese going? My heart is in my hometown in the north.
The sky is vast, where are the geese going? My heart is in my hometown in the north.
The wild geese return north, carrying my thoughts with them.
The singing is far away, the piano sounds are trembling, and the spring is warm on the grassland.
Wild geese, look up to the sky, how far away is it
Drink the wine, then refill it. I won't leave until I'm drunk tonight.
Drink up the wine, refill it, I won't leave until I'm drunk tonight... ... ...
A cold moon was hanging in the sky above Chuzhou City, and there was no cloud in the sky. The singing was mournful, like weeping and complaining, accompanied by the sound of erhu, flute and drum, and resounded through the sky.
This song, full of grassland sentiment, was spread to the Qing army camp. After a tiring day, the Qing soldiers who were preparing to rest all listened attentively. The sad sound of the erhu and the faint singing immediately made these Manchu and Mongolian bannermen who were far away from their homeland indulge in it.
"The sky is vast, where are the geese going? My heart is in my hometown in the north." As I listened, a strong sense of homesickness filled my heart. The Qing soldiers either cursed, or lamented, and some even cried.
The morale that Aobai had boosted during the day was gradually eroded by the singing...
In order to complete the trick, Qin Mu, the fire-fighting captain, ran back and forth during the day and personally participated in the fierce battles with arrows and stones. He was indeed a little tired.
He returned to the mansion where he was staying and took a nice hot bath.
The warm air makes the bathroom warm like spring, and the light flickers inside the marble screen.
Hongniang stood by the pool and hesitated for a long time before she lowered her head and took off her coat.
Qin Mu looked at her with a smile. Hong Niang had a slender and fit figure, with a pair of straight and round long legs like two slender jade pillars, a thin waist, and towering breasts. Her curves like the undulating mountains were breathtaking.
Although her skin was not as white as Dong Xiaowan and others, it was very delicate, like silk.
Especially the unique heroism and wildness on her face, coupled with her devilish figure, conquering such a rouge horse makes people feel a sense of accomplishment.
Hongniang took off her outer clothes, leaving only her inner clothes, walked to the edge of the pool, and lowered her head to help Qin Mu massage.
"Ying'er, it's cold up there, come down quickly." Qin Mu said softly.
Hongniangzi answered irrelevantly and advised: "You will be tired, so don't go to the top of the city to join the battle tomorrow."
"How can this be possible? The play is only halfway through, how can we give up halfway?"
"You can pretend to be injured, so that you don't have to go to the city to join the battle, and the Tartars won't be suspicious." Hong Niang's hands are strong and her fingering skills are special. Qin Mu couldn't help but moaning in pleasure.
"Oh... No, pretending to be injured might cause a big blow to the morale of my troops. Don't worry, Ying'er, I'll have more energy after a rest. Now I'm full of energy, do you believe it?"
As Qin Mu spoke, he stretched out his hand to hold her waist and dragged her into the water. Hong Niangzi stopped after a slight struggle. The comfortable feeling of soaking her whole body in the hot water made her let out a long sigh.
After the small dress was soaked by water, it stuck tightly to her body, revealing her majestic breasts, and even the two red cherries on the top were clearly visible.
"Ying'er..."
"No, you're tired after a day's work, and we still have to fight tomorrow." Lady Hong pushed his claws away with some shyness.
"Ying'er, I'm sure I won't be able to sleep all night if you do this, and I'll be really depressed tomorrow."
Qin Mu forcefully tore off her clothes, releasing the pair of big papayas on her chest that made her blood boil. Then he held them with both hands at the same time. They were warmer than jade and smoother than cream. The wonderful feeling made the two of them moan almost at the same time.
Qin Mu could not grasp the huge size with one hand, and he found that her breasts were particularly sensitive, so he liked to attack there. With his ten fingers, the two pieces of warm jade twisted into shape and changed constantly.
He gently teased the small red cherry with the tip of his tongue. The sensitive girl couldn't help but tremble all over, her body tensed, a string of chirps came out of her mouth, and she wrapped her arms around Qin Mu's head.
"Ying'er, don't tie it too tight."
"What do you care...oh..."
A pool of hot water, a room filled with springtime... ... ... .
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