Then came the news from the frontier of the southern battlefield by the spies sent by Wang Xingkong.
Tens of thousands of officers and soldiers in Dasan Pass also experienced civil strife due to insufficient feeding and distribution and uneven distribution. Although the superintendent Yang Fuguang, who became ill soon, calmed down; but the fish that belonged to the Zhongwu Army had not had a chance to escape.
Now, it's the last link and the most difficult part of this one hundred-foot-long success. Even if the remaining personnel inside were mixed with many old and weak women and children, they still resisted according to the steep mountains and repelled several tentative attacks.
Even Min Xuan, the school Wei of the Guiyi regiment who went into battle in person, had his helmet torn apart by a bowl of big rocks, and had to cover his bloody head and then slipped down the wet mountain road;
"Hurry up and get Lao Tzu's hundred-jin cannon, and kill his turtle son..."
Min Xue, who was full of heat and sweat mixed with blood coagulated on his face, shouted loudly to the left and right after being captured.
"Lieutenant back to the school, the packhorse of a hundred catties cannon has broken its hooves, and it is still carrying it on the road now..."
An elderly sergeant with a "flame" armband quickly replied
"What about the blunderbuss (pine cannon) and the big mouth blunderbuss (skin cannon)..."
Min Xie asked again.
"It's all carried by the assistants, but they still haven't come up in the back team..."
The sergeant continued.
"So is there any other way in the fire throwing team..."
Min Xie repeated his voice again.
"You didn't get close enough, the grenadier guy couldn't throw it up, but was hit by someone."
The sergeant continued to pour cold water.
"Then what else do you guys use..."
Min Xie became a little angry.
"Report to the school lieutenant that there are firearms here."
At this time, someone shouted again and again just as it should.
After a while, with the whistle blowing again, under the cover of the slow advance of the strong clad iron brand, facing the raindrops of slings and arrows, the few flying thunders (Hale rockets) were also pushed to Within the shooting circle close enough, it was erected against the highest shooting circle.
Only a few bangs and bangs were heard, and a few twists and turns of fire light rose up among the charming smoke and snow dust, and then another crooked arc fell on the wall and inside of the wall, bursting into a burst. A bunch of smoke and bright rising fire light came, as well as all kinds of exclamations and screams.
At this time, in the direction of the slightly lower cliff behind the stockade, a fierce scream was heard suddenly, and a fiery arrow was shot in the air.
"Xiao Deng got it right there too...Follow me soon..."
Min Xie couldn't help but screamed, and he jumped over the hidden big name, and walked up to the edge of the mountain ridge where the stockade was located. He strenuously pierced it with a nail, and slashed fiercely between the closed door panels with an axe. , Three times, five times, and two times, cut out a see-through gap.
The armored sergeant who followed him was also swinging a thick-backed mountain knife and repeatedly slashing on the bar of the thick door panel. After a while, he smashed his head under the clinking gravel, and together he broke it out. The gap for the half-length to pass through.
An armored sergeant just leaned in and was stabbed by several bamboo spears from the corner at the same time. He cried out in a muffled voice but slammed against the thick armor gap and the blood that was stabbed out of the cotton robe. The whole body was squeezed. Going in and knocking all the people holding bamboo spears to the ground, they covered their wounds and leaned to the side.
Then more sergeants rushed in, and together they overturned the entire door to the ground; only then did Min Xie see clearly that the bamboo shooters who got up from the ground in a panic, they were really thin women and teenagers.
But he swung his knife forward and slashed forward without mercy, cutting them down and cutting them to the ground one after another; at least according to military regulations, before the end of the battle, anyone who dared to take up a weapon and face each other would only be an intolerant enemy. .
Not to mention just looking at the piles of old and new bones abandoned under the cliffs, how many women and children who are still fighting stubbornly in these sheds are truly innocent and innocent. In other words, perhaps only those children who are not yet sensible are the objects of forgiveness, salvation and transformation.
After another, I don’t know how long, Min Xun stood in front of the wooden ancestral hall that had become raging, looking at Deng Chuna, his bloody and black-faced deputy, and rushed out with two prisoners inside. Throwing it hard on the ground, he muffled his voice.
"Lieutenant, these two are the leaders..."
At this time, the convicted prisoners who had been driven together in despair screamed and cried loudly. Then there were some people in rags who were found from the sheds in the ground. After they were brought to Min Xun, they couldn't help but slapped and yelled and cursed the prisoners.
"Lieutenant, they are being tied up in the back kitchen, and some of them are no longer good..."
As soon as Min Xie wanted to stop it, he saw a sergeant approaching and whispered.
"Someone ran away from the back mountain..." At this moment, there was another shout, which immediately diverted their attention. Immediately, Min Xie led people to the mountain wall behind the stockade, and he saw a lot of figures jumping and falling into the snow.
Some happened to hit a rock or hung on a bare tree, and a large area of blood faded away, some were still struggling in the thick snow, but some had crawled out and ran for a long distance.
Then these Taiping sergeants shot them off one by one, and fell into the snow one by one, but a few of them were able to escape under the cover of the mountains and forests.
Of course, even after the war, there may be some remnants who will escape to other small and medium-sized mountain shelters in Funiu Mountain; but without sufficient mutual assistance population and storage materials, this extremely harsh winter will be enough to eliminate them. Most people are out.
And this is also the epitome of the common encounters of most mountain shelters in the Funiu Mountains.
—I am the dividing line —
And in the city of Chengdu, where Xichuan was under siege, it was frozen hard by the battlements.
"Why not respond internally and externally to get rid of the Tian brothers and their party members? ..."
Liu Jurong, who had escaped from the front, was also a little excited to face Zhang Jundao, a doctor and bachelor of the Ministry of War.
"Obviously, the Holy Master has moved something... Then Yang Shili also pointed out that the head of the Tian Clan was to be explained.. Missing this reason, the Holy Master would have been happy and old-fashioned and was afraid that it would be uncertain..."
"Because of this, we can't mess around easily, and this opportunity was wasted. If we really did kill Tian at the request of the thief Yang, then the dignity and prestige of the emperor and the court will be set. , And won't my generation become the accomplice of that thief Yang..."
Zhang Jun explained helplessly.
"In any case, the Holy Lord will not easily promise to risk self-confidence at this time, kill close and important officials and do whatever the enemy wants... not to mention that there is also the unclear attitude of Gao Renhou who will lead the troops out, this It was also the chance that the Tian brothers were spared, and that was where the turning point was."
"At the worst, I have to ascertain the fundamental difference in attitudes between the saint lord and the Tian clan of this capable minister and general who is known for his kindness... Otherwise, it's just Yang Shili in the front and Gao Renhou's story repeating sooner or later... "(End of this chapter)