Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 674
"Come on! Kill the prisoner! Kill the prisoner..."

Shouting like weeping blood, the flag bearer in the army planted the big flag with Ming characters that had been broken a little on the ditch, and swayed it with all his strength at the same time, but after only a few breaths, the sharp piercing sound came again. There was a sound beside him, and a few blood holes bloomed in his chest like roses. Relying on the slanted banner, another young life slowly fell down.

It was a commonly used tactic of the former Ming army. On the contrary, it was not a fighting method that the Qihuo army paid much attention to. Now it shines brilliantly on this mountain, causing great damage to the Ming army under Song Qingshu's command.

In the trenches, countless Ming soldiers and those from Liaodong, who no longer regarded themselves as Han people, fought desperately. Some even hugged and fell together, and some soldiers had their stomachs broken and their intestines dangling. Outside the body, they were still fighting desperately, and there were two people choking each other's necks, and they actually strangled each other to death. This deep hatred is evident.

But at the most intense moment of this fight, a metallic bronze cannon suddenly appeared at the mouth of the ditch, and then, the scalp-numbing sound of piercing the air came out sharply, and the next moment, the originally intense battlefield became silent.

Large-scale artillery bombardment, piles of torn corpses piled up at the bottom of the trench, and bright blood streams flowed down.

In fact, it is really necessary to be stubborn. These Han Eight Banners are even more stubborn than the Manchu and Mongolian Eight Banners. They have been integrated into the Eight Banners system. These people’s families are small, their wealth, and their roots are all in Liaodong. People, the determination of the Han people to defend their own family does not know how many times stronger. Even if the Eight Banners were covered, some Manchus surrendered. In such a tragic battle, Kong Youde's subordinates still carried it to the death.

"No retreat! Attack! Attack!"

At the foot of the mountain, the Ming army once again retreated hastily like the ebb tide, Li Tiezhu screamed loudly, but Song Qingshu was helplessly silent.

We can't blame the soldiers, they really did their best. Generally, one-tenth of the Ming army's casualties collapsed, but the withdrawn divisions lost one-third, or even almost half of them. Such a large casualty Absolutely it can be said that there is no retreat to the death, what else can you ask for?
"Forget about the pillars, let the soldiers rest!"

After a long silence, Song Qingshu finally shook his head solemnly.

At this time, it was almost late at night. On the other side of Phoenix Mountain, the clamor of shouting and killing has been much quieter, but on the top of the mountain, the thick burning fire is still swaying. On this side, the soldiers of the Ming army covered in blood Tired groups of three or four sat together, and some people suddenly turned over and fell down while sitting, and couldn't get up again. Yu'er's medical team was so busy that they almost hit the back of their heads with their feet, but they were still too busy.

After patrolling the army, after hesitating for more than ten minutes, Song Qingshu waved to Song Yongzhong.

"Send people up the mountain! Negotiate!"

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"Fool Song wants to recruit me?"

Hiding in a ditch, also trembling with fear, Liu Liangzuo asked in astonishment with a trembling beard.

"That's right, my commander-in-chief said that this is the last chance. Mr. Liu is now with his subordinates. Anyway, he can leave you the title of Uncle Guangchang and keep your property in Yingtian." With a serious face, Pai Shangshan The face of the selected frontman Ruishi was as rigid as the page of a book.

Liu Liangzuo was really moved. He pinched his chin and struggled. However, history is always full of dark humor. After hesitating for a while, looking at the smelly corpse in the ditch beside him, greed suddenly emerged in Liu Liangzuo's eyes.

The Ming army possessed powerful artillery fire, but they couldn't even wait for one night. They advanced so fast and paid for it with human lives. Could it be that things have changed?
Thinking about it, Liu Liangzuo showed a rogue-like look on his face again, folded his arms, and shouted pretendingly.

"Let me do it anyway, go back and tell your Shuai Song that I want to stay in Xuhuai forever, and he has to give me 500 million taels of military pay every year! Otherwise! I will take my brothers to stand on this mountain to the end, and see him Song How many people can a fool die?"

For a moment, the muscles on his face almost twitched due to anger, but the envoy of the Frontier Army remained silent for a moment, and still held his fists together restrainedly.

"Humble job will convey to my handsome!"

When the world is in chaos and the people are in dire straits, there will always be speculators like Liu Liangzuo who speculate on the fate of the world to speculate on their own fortune, but this time, Liu Liangzuo's speculation has somewhat failed. When the envoy went down the mountain again, the situation has changed .

In the night, the sound of tight footsteps gathered together in a hurry, and a flag with a somewhat pale color swayed into the camp of the Ming army in the dense darkness.

The slowest to assemble and the latest to rush over, Zheng Sen's Second Fujian Division and the Fourth Fujian Division of the Fujian Army stationed in Japan have arrived!At the same time, more than [-] cannons also arrived at the front line.

"The last general has met the commander-in-chief! The last is late, and I hope the commander-in-chief will forgive me!"

In full armor, Zheng Sen saluted neatly on one knee, but Song Qingshu was overjoyed, and helped him up with both hands.

"Nephew Sen Xian, why did you say that, you arrived just in time! Just in time!"

Pulling Zheng Sen's hand to stand up, Song Qingshu hurried the team towards the mountain, pointing to the layers of Han Eight Banners, and said high-spiritedly.

"Tonight, relying on your new force, I must take down this mountain!"

Looking at Zhang Shan in the darkness, Zheng Sen's eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

After repairing for about an hour, at around two o'clock in the morning, the battle of attacking the mountain kicked off again. The newly joined Fujian Army took the lead, and the three divisions were at the forefront again. , The battlefield is narrow, and the expansion of the three divisions is already the limit. More troops rush forward, not to mention not being able to reach the enemy behind, and eating muskets, bows and arrows, and shells for nothing.

While shouting, resisting the bamboo shields brought back from the Japanese kingdom, more than 8000 people strode towards the top of the mountain with their bows and arrows as fast as the shower of pear blossoms. Ten rifled heavy guns that even crushed the transport soldiers were bombarding furiously at the farthest position from the firing of the guns just now. The destructive power of the heavy [-]-[-] pound heavy guns was no longer an understatement like that of the tiger crouching guns and light guns. The unparalleled chemical energy and the heavy shells even pierced through two layers of trenches. Under such heavy artillery strikes, large areas of trenches collapsed.

With the hope of Song Qingshu, after two rounds of artillery fire, the Fujian army also got its wish and attacked the Han Eight Banners defense line. Just like a shadow puppet show, under the light of the Han Eight Banners, piles of soldiers fought desperately amidst the flickering lights and shadows. Messy corpses rolled down the hillside one after another, and some people were even hoarse, which made the fight even more silent.

After all, it was already midnight, and Kong Youde's Eight Banners of Han also suffered heavy losses. Although Zheng Sen's corps was not in the best condition in order to hurry, it was much better than the Eight Banners of Han. This time, after seven or eight minutes of fighting, the Third Fujian Division For the tip of the knife, the Ming army finally broke through several lingering trenches and advanced further.

"Good job!"

Watching through the binoculars on the mountainside, a section of ditch was completely emptied, and hundreds of defeated Han Eight Banners screamed and fled upwards. Song Qingshu couldn't help but slapped the table excitedly.

At the front, the front-selecting army was also pressed up, and they continued to rush forward with the army. Each of them had two revolvers, and they were even more brilliant in this kind of tunnel warfare. The Han Eight Banners defended the rear position, in the second trench, facing Behind the Fujian army that was fighting Zhenghan, the Eight Banners of Han wanted to repeat their tricks again. Several cannons were pushed to the mouth of the trench, but before they were released, a few round grenades were thrown at their feet first. While shouting, there were several consecutive explosions, and the cannon went silent.

His face was almost smeared with blood, and he walked out of the shadows like a ghost, followed by several subordinates who were carrying the cannon carriage. Amidst the shouts, Song Yongzhong turned the heavy cannon carriage around abruptly, with the muzzle facing the mountain, with a sound Amidst the thunderous noise, the cannonballs that originally bombarded the Ming army slammed into the large group of slave-building troops who were about to come down the mountain to support them, and immediately knocked down a whole area.

But before Song Yongzhong smiled and relaxed, suddenly his nose twitched violently a few times, and then he screamed in fear.

"Everyone, back away! Fire up the oil!"

Amidst the crisp sound of "click", jars were slammed to the ground one by one, and a torch was thrown down immediately. In an instant, the most fiercely contested ditches turned into a sea of ​​flames. Jun or Jiannu, they all turned into burning men, screaming and rolling, and finally burned into a ball.

It was also a desperate effort. With the sea of ​​flames blocking, Kong Youde and Liu Liangzuo ordered to release almost all the last gunpowder bows and arrows. The overwhelming rain of arrows and guns fell on the panicked Ming army behind the sea of ​​flames again. Hundreds of people Fall down one after another.

"I can't hold it anymore, withdraw!"

The bamboo shield in his hand was set on fire, and a hole was burned in his clothes. He threw the bamboo shield away, and seeing the wailing of his subordinates, Zheng Sen yelled hurriedly. Once again, the Ming army was defeated like flowing water.

"Big guy!"

His forehead was completely wet with sweat, and one arm was covered with a bandage. Li Tiezhu bowed his head to Song Qingshu sadly. At this time, the sky seemed to have begun to turn pale. He reached out and took off the flintlock gun, borrowed the cloak and threw it on the ground, and walked dully towards the other side of the mountain.

"You must be handsome!"

Seeing that Song Qingshu was about to go up and do his best, no matter Li Tiezhu or Xiaobao, they were all terrified, and together with several staff officers, they dragged Song Qingshu's sleeves together.

"The coach can't move lightly!"

"Marshal, give the last general another chance!"

"Dawn will come soon, if you don't take Zhang Shan, it will be too late! Let me watch here, I can't do it!"

Flicking his sleeves angrily, Song Qingshu roared furiously, who knew this time, Xiaobao dragged Song Qingshu's waist hand, suddenly released it in horror, and pointed at the hillside suddenly.

"Master, you, look!"

Turning his head in astonishment, Song Qingshu cried out.

"Yu'er!"

It was still the same white nurse's cap embroidered with red gourds, but Yuer didn't know when she changed into a military uniform. In front of the soaring flames, she was also desperately waving a big flag, although she couldn't hear what she was shouting. , but that figure caught everyone's eyes and hearts like a ray of dawn.

However, this dawn was fleeting, and in the next second, another dense bullet hit. Almost everyone was holding their breath, seeing how many brilliant peonies burst out from behind this angelic girl, hugging The blood-stained Song character banner slowly fell down.

"Miss Yu'er!"

Song Yongzhong's eyes were almost cracked when he saw it just now, and Zheng Sen, who turned back in horror, was struck by lightning, and suddenly slammed away the soldiers behind him like a bull, and ran back again. Underfoot, even Little William, a gringo who is greedy for life and afraid of death, broke out of the barracks.

No matter listening to her happy singing or being taken care of by her, this angelic girl has long been unknowingly becoming an inseparable brilliance in the military career. Everyone is boiling, whether it is the retreating on the mountain, or the soldiers licking their wounds at the foot of the mountain, they are all crazy at this moment.

Shouting a slogan that he didn't know what it was, once again, the roar of the Ming army shook the entire Zhangshan Highland...

(End of this chapter)