"Your Majesty, the slave begs the emperor, move away, the People's Party bandits have arrived in Cangzhou!" It was a little eunuch who spoke, his forehead was bleeding from the gold bricks on the ground, but the Qianlong Emperor in front of him was still standing there like a wax man, motionless. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In June 1757, the 22nd year of Qianlong, the entire city of Beijing was a panicked scene. Two months earlier, the Manchu Qing had gathered 400,000 Manchu and Mongolian Eight Banners and the 80,000 Han Army of the Green Battalion and the People's Party to conduct an unprecedented general battle in Shandong, which unsurprisingly ushered in a painful defeat. Except for tens of thousands of Han soldiers in the Green Battalion, who were killed, all went to the KPA prisoner of war camps. The 100,000 Manchurian and Mongolian Eight Banners were even more miserable, and 70,000 or 80,000 were killed by the People's Army on the battlefield (because the Manchurian and Mongolian Eight Banners showed unexpected courage in the battle this time, and they still braved the rain of bullets and bullets to attack the positions of the People's Army in the face of huge casualties), and the remaining 50,000 or 60,000 people also lost their formation in the later rout, except for a small number who fled back to Beijing, and many of the rout soldiers were killed in the later People's Army's dragnet operation.

With the defeat of this battle, which gathered all the forces of the Manchus, the passage from Shandong to the Forbidden City was completely opened. In the past three years, the People's Party has taken over all of southern China, conquering Henan and Xi'an, and now the crumbling Manchu government is just around the corner to lose their power!

"Your Majesty, the vanguard of the People's Army has arrived outside Beijing!" The old man is wearing an official uniform, but the top on his head is worn crookedly, and no one cares about this at this time, and anyone with a discerning eye knows the Daqing pill.

"It's coming so fast!" He didn't speak, and Qianlong, who was like a puppet, finally spit out such a sentence.

When Lai Bao heard Qianlong's words, his heart was cold, and he was not angry at all when he said this.

"Your Majesty, let's go now! Go back to the Northeast, go back to the land of Longxing in our Qing Dynasty! Lai Bao said hurriedly.

The Northeast has always been the Manchu Qing Dynasty's self-reserved land for the Eight Banners, and when the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs, they were actually not so confident, and they were ready to run away and withdraw from the customs at any time. But now more than a hundred years have passed, can the flag people who have adapted to the Central Plains flower world really adapt to the bitter cold land outside the Guan?

"Let's go? How to go? Look at the millions of banner people under the roots of this imperial city, one by one, dragging their families with their mouths, some old and some young, taking them with them, how many people have to starve to death on the way? Qianlong was not interested in Laibao's opinion, in the Forbidden City, he was the emperor of the Central Plains, and he would be unified for all ages, but when he returned to his hometown in the Outer Northeast, he was just the chief of a barbarian tribe.

"Millions of bannermen?" Lai Bao heard this and shook his head, what does the emperor mean by this, is it possible to run away and bring this group of oil bottles? You have to leave it with you! If you want to run, the emperor will run with a group of ministers, and as for the banner people, they should be martyred and martyred, and they should self-immolate and self-immolate.

"I'm not leaving! I thought about it, the country left by this ancestor has been corrupted to this point, and it is all my fault. I want to stay here and fight to the death against the BJP bandits! ”

When Laibao heard this, he also understood what Qianlong meant. Even if his master dies, he must die as the emperor of the Central Plains, not as a tribal chief. The young masters have made up their minds, and the bad old man, who has not lived for a few years, will not be afraid of death, and comes to protect the top on his head, and then kowtows to Emperor Qianlong uprightly, "The slave obeys the order!" ”

After kowtowing, Lai Bao got up from the ground, he is now going to be responsible for organizing all the Eight Banners in the capital, the People's Party bandits want to take down this big city, so be ready to collapse a few big teeth!

Three days later, outside Beijing, in the barracks of the People's Army.

Tan Ke, the chairman of the People's Party and the leader of the bandits in the mouth of the Manchu government, was sitting in the temporary headquarters, listening to the report of Marshal Tang Fuhai, the commander-in-chief of the siege.

"The Han people in Beijing have been driven out, and those who are still in Beijing are banner people! I heard that Qianlong, the Tartar emperor, has recruited all the young people in the banner, and plans to burn the jade with us! ”

Tang Fuhai said this sentence in a stern tone, he was not afraid that Emperor Qianlong would resist so desperately, on the contrary, the more fierce the resistance of the Eight Banners, the more reason he Tang Fuhai had to carry out a retaliatory massacre against the Eight Banners.

Tan Ke lowered his head and thought for a while, and said to Tang Fuhai: "In the process of fighting, there is no distinction between enemies and civilians, but after the large-scale battle is over, the banner people who have laid down their arms and given up resistance must be treated leniently, and they cannot be killed. ”

In the live broadcast room of the Book of Infinite Survival, Sword and Enmity, seeing Tan Ke hit Beijing so quickly, the people who eat melons expressed their excitement one after another-

"Anchor 666, it's going to hit Beijing so soon!"

"It's not fast, it's been four years in the Book Sword World, but our time is only a little more than a month!"

"After Beijing is defeated, the anchor will change the world!"

"yes, I think the recent live broadcast is so boring! Ever since I was a child, I didn't like historical dramas. ”

"233, the one in front must be a cute girl paper!"

"What if they're cute boys?"

……

"The bandits' cannon is firing, pay attention to concealment!"

A leader with a yellow flag shouted at the top of his voice, and before he could finish shouting, the rumbling explosion continued to explode outside the city. The walls of Beijing City are not ordinarily thick, but they are so bombarded indiscriminately by the artillery of the People's Army, and there is still not much problem with this city wall. But the top of the city wall is stopped, and the people on the head of the city can't stand it, and the Eight Banners are not made of iron, and when this cannon comes down, the head of the city is like opening a slaughterhouse.

"Kill the thief! Kill the thief! The leader who had just shouted was not killed, but his face was covered in blood from the rubble.

Damn the People's Party bandits, why are you messing with my Qing Dynasty!

Salead thought hatefully as he pulled the trigger with his flintlock pistol on the black-clad infantry who were attacking outside the city.

After a few years of war, the Manchu Qing Dynasty finally popularized the flintlock pistol among the Eight Banners. However, the flintlock pistol made in the handicraft workshop is still incomparable with the standard products made by the People's Party factory, for example, the projectile is not universal, and the caliber of the barrel of the two flintlock pistols is different because the craftsmen and masters who made them are different. However, compared to the shotguns of the past, it is a huge improvement.

Bang! The soldiers of the People's Army under the city wall were hit by this shot by Zuo Ling, and Zuo Ling just wanted to laugh, but there was a loud sound of shells exploding at the head of the city, and this time, Zuo Ling was not lucky to dodge.

As his body was thrown high by the explosion, Zuo Ling actually had the joy of flying by himself! The Great Qing Kingdom is coming to an end, and I can't see it! With a faint sense of relief, Zuo Ling's consciousness fell into darkness.

Zuo Ling died in battle, and the remaining Eight Banners are still fighting. The People's Army's explosives bags continued to blast under the city wall repeatedly, and finally, the Beijing city wall blew up a big gap. The KPA infantry, who had been prepared for a long time, let out a shout and launched an attack with bayonets against the Eight Banners soldiers who were rushing behind the gap.

The Eight Banners soldiers who had to flee when they saw the enemy in the past did not flee again this time, they were smoked into ashes and there was no fear on the faces of Africans, and these Eight Banners disciples finally regained the courage of their ancestors. The soldiers of the Eight Banners howled loudly and launched a counter-charge against the KPA infantry with swords and guns.

"Kill! Kill! The children of Eight Flags are not cowardly! ”

"Killing one is enough, killing two is earning!"

"Long live the Qing Dynasty! Long live the Eight Banners! ”

The walls of Beijing were beaten everywhere, but the soldiers of the Eight Banners did not give up resistance. In every gap, the children of the Eight Banners heroically launched an attack on the People's Army. Lead bullet against lead bullet, sword against bayonet, tooth against tooth!

The sound of shouts and gunshots resounded throughout the city of Beijing, a city full of people who was struggling tenaciously at the last moment. Until the morning of the next day, the People's Army had only preliminarily cleared the Eight Banners of the outer defense line of Beijing. And in the process, the KPA casualties are staggeringly high. In the repeated battles of the past day and night, the exchange between the Eight Banners and the People's Army has been maintained at three to one or even two to one than ever before.

The KPA soldiers, who were thoroughly enraged by the Eight Banners, brought in artillery from outside the city, and instead of engaging in house-to-house street battles with the Eight Banners, they gradually destroyed the houses that might have hidden the Eight Banners. Or use fire to force out the ambushed Eight Banners. The smoke-soaked Eight Banners soldiers came out of the house and were shot dead by the KPA soldiers who had been prepared for a long time with a platoon of guns.

"Played well, played the prestige of our people, but unfortunately, it was too late for us to cheer up!"

"Your Majesty!"

Emperor Qianlong stood at the head of the Forbidden City, witnessing the last cheer up of the children of the Eight Banners. The entire city of Beijing is now like a boiling oil pot, the soldiers of the Eight Banners have done their best, and many places where the two armies have repeatedly fought have been piled up with the colorful corpses of the children of the Eight Banners and the corpses of the black uniforms of the People's Army.

But the children of the Eight Banners can only do this, the People's Army has already entered the city, and under the cover of artillery, these black-clothed infantry are fighting steadily. Now the Eight Banners are begging the People's Army to give them a chance to fight hand-to-hand, and the People's Army will not give them any more.

"Are the brethren ready?" Emperor Qianlong turned back and asked the next person standing on the side.

"Your Majesty, you're all ready!" Laibao cried and mourned, and he didn't know what was going on in his heart.

"The Forbidden City was set on fire, and then, all the Eight Banners who could still move, followed me out of the city and killed the bandits!"

"Kill the bandits! Kill the bandits! ”

Qianlong roared, and the guards around Qianlong also shouted loudly!

This is the last record of the Qianlong Emperor, and in the subsequent battles, the last emperor of the Manchu Qing Dynasty was not heard. No one knows if he was killed in the scuffle or if he ran out secretly. Emperor Qianlong, Aixin Jueluo. The final whereabouts of Hongli have become an eternal mystery in the history of the future generations of this world.

ps: The book of swords and enmity has been written, and a new volume will begin. Actually, although this volume is short, I personally wrote it more coolly, haha! (To be continued.) )