Finally, when the shelling ended.

What is presented in front of people's eyes is no longer a battlefield, but a place full of blood and purgatory. The field of sorghum seedlings had completely changed its appearance—blackened craters and shelled dirt, collapsed trenches, still burning wooden beams, blackened planks still smoking, all of which was more like hell than a human world.

As far as the eye can see, there are broken deer bars, scattered branches, wooden sticks, all this makes this wilderness even more dilapidated, and the rest is corpses and blood, the corpses and stumps and severed arms scattered throughout the position, among these stumps and severed arms, it is difficult to find even a complete corpse, even if only one leg is blown off, it is already considered lucky. Many people were left with only a charred and bloody body or a bloody arm or thigh, and many more were even directly blown into pieces, and no one knew where those pieces of flesh were blown up, but as far as the eye could see, there were large and small pieces of flesh and blood everywhere......

I don't know how many people have completely disappeared from this world under heavy artillery fire, only a fragment of clothing or a piece of charred meat proves that they once existed.

After more than an hour of shelling, the first line of defense of the Shun army has been completely wiped out, and even a complete trench can no longer be found, most of the bunkers, in fact, their firepower points have been destroyed, many anti-artillery sheds have become a scorched earth with smoke, the artillerymen pushed the nine-pound cannon to the close artillery bombardment and destroyed a lot of anti-artillery sheds, of course, the gunners also paid the corresponding price, hundreds of gunners were killed and wounded in the line of fire, but they successfully destroyed many of the thieves' firepower points.

At the same time as the firing point was destroyed, the infantrymen, who had been lying on the line of fire and firing at the intruders, jumped up with the sound of the whistle, and once again charged, as they had done in training, quickly crossed the ditch more than half a foot wide, and threw a grenade into the trench when they were about to rush out. Then they charged, and contrary to what was originally expected - the Shun troops in the trenches did not put up much stubborn resistance at all.

The hour-long shelling made many people stunned, and even when the Ming army rushed over, they just looked blankly at these officers and soldiers who had killed, and the few who resisted were quickly stabbed to death in the trenches with bayonets, and more Shun troops chose to surrender.

Actually, there aren't many of them.

When he found that the Ming army was approaching the artillery bombardment, Gao Yigong ordered the artillery to shell the artillery of the Ming army, and at the same time withdrew the troops on the front line. Fortunately, he saw the opportunity early, otherwise I don't know how many lives would have been left on the first line of defense.

Finally, when he stepped on the position of the thieves, Zhu Cunlin's heart did not have the slightest joy, he stared at the corpse on the ground, and did not say anything for a long time, there were stumps and broken arms everywhere in the trenches, and one by one the living people were blown to pieces, the resistance of the thieves could not be said to be tenacious, if it were not for their anti-artillery sheds being destroyed one by one, I am afraid that everyone would still be there to shoot at them.

It was not only the thieves who died, as the corpses of hundreds of warriors were scattered in the open space in front of their positions, and their cuirass testified to their identities, and the officers and soldiers also shed blood on the positions. In the distance, the wreckage of a dozen gun carriages was still billowing green smoke, the hardwood gun carriages had been blown up, and the once roaring artillery was smoking on the burning gun carriages.

This is war, and it is fair for both sides of the war.

The same death, the same sacrifice, the same blood......

Looking at the sunset in the distance, Zhu Cunlin didn't speak, he just silently looked at the burning clouds in the sky, the clouds were very red, as red as blood.

Although when he first entered the battlefield, he had only one thought in his heart - to kill all the thieves, but now, he has no such thought in his heart.

They were also ordinary people in the Ming Dynasty, and they were forced to become thieves, and even many of them were forcibly taken into service. There are many brothers in the outpost who are like this.

"Eunuch, what about these thieves?"

Zhang Xiaoding pointed to the trembling captives and asked, the sentry commander is dead, and now the prison is in command, as long as he gives an order, the big guy will not hesitate to send them to the west with a bayonet, of course, the cement over there also needs to be filled, and it is not impossible to bury them alive, so it will even save some trouble.

In the past, when they were in Xiying, they did a lot of such work.

Looking at the captives who were covered in dust and looked panicked, Zhu Cunlin waved his hand.

"Look at them, let them clean up the battlefield, bury the bodies of these thieves, carry the bodies of the brothers into the carriage, send them to the back, and turn back to bury the martyrs' shrine, and ......"

When it was over, he deliberately emphasized again.

"Don't kill them, like you, they are all from good families, after all, this life is born by your father......"

After that, Zhu Cunlin stopped talking, just looked at the distance silently, his mood seemed a little heavy, not only because there were not many people alive in the Qin Palace, but more importantly, the death in front of him clearly told him a reality - people in troubled times are not as good as dogs!

In this troubled world, it makes no difference whether you are a high-ranking official or a commoner. Life and death are just a matter of a moment, everyone is just duckweed in the troubled times, but they are just drifting with the tide and struggling to survive.

The relatives of the Qin Wangfu are pitiful, but these people are also pitiful, looking at those people, looking at their thin figures, Zhu Cunlin sighed in his heart, at least the relatives of the Qin Wangfu can still eat enough and not starve, but what about them?

Sitting on the edge of the trenches, Zhu Cunlin recalled the scenes he saw after escaping from Xi'an, mixed with those hungry homeless people, he had also been hungry, on the way to escape, for a mouthful of food, he snatched food from the dog's mouth, in order to survive, he also ...... Eaten human flesh.

In fact, everything everyone does is to live!

It's just to live, in this troubled world, whether it's the common people or the so-called dragons and phoenixes, all they want is to live, and everything he does is to survive.

Alive!

It's really not easy!

Just like right now, isn't the reason why these dead thieves have fallen from good citizens to thieves is to live?

But in the end, how many people will survive?

With a long sigh, for a while, he couldn't even bear to witness this battlefield again......