At this moment, the second wave of the Qing army's trench filling procession had already crossed the marching army, crying and marching forward. They knew their fate better than the old and weak women and children of the first wave. And the overseers who escorted the first wave of trench filling teams knew even better, knowing that as long as they rushed into the midst of these wailing people, even as long as they escaped a distance of 100 meters, they could almost be regarded as escaping.

Turning around in time bought them a time lag in their reactions. But the Ming army's side was not slow to react at the same time as that roar, and the firecrackers of the rear team hurriedly stepped forward, aimed, and shot the lead bullet through the smoke that erupted, with dozens of times the speed of the Qing army's running, only in an instant to catch up with the overseers who fled the way.

The lead bullet penetrated the back, and the running stopped in the summer, as if it was hit by the kinetic energy of the lead bullet, but also because the moment it penetrated the back, the soft lead bullet shattered, leaving a splash-like wound on the muscles, bones, internal organs, and even the nervous system, and wreaked havoc on the body tissues, so that the whole person lost the strength to continue running in an instant.

It was difficult to clear quickly with only one round of shooting, and the musketeers who stepped forward finished firing and immediately retreated, and the musketeers in the next row approached the battlements to shoot, and by the end of the second row, the few remaining warlords had run a distance of 100 meters. It stands to reason that dozens of steps away, the Ming army's bird guns already lack the ability to effectively kill, and they can reach this distance because the Qing army has never been armoured. But after 100 meters, there is nothing the bird can do.

This was due to the limitations of weapon technology, and after running this distance, the Overseer team also consciously escaped from the sky, but their tense nerves had just relaxed a little, and then they heard a scream that was different from the fire gun, and the sharp crossbow arrows pierced their bodies after piercing the air for a moment.

Crossbows, a weapon that has long been replaced by firearms in field battles, can still be used when defending the city. Ten seconds ago, the overseers fled the way, and the Qing army's queue continued to advance. Ten seconds later, the Overseer had been sniped to the point that there was not much left, and the Overseer officer, who still insisted on fleeing westward, staggered with steps, as if each step was more difficult, until after a while, he finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell straight to his knees in front of the second wave of trench filling team.

This scene was exposed to the trench filling team, the advancing feudal soldiers, the Ming army guarding the fort, and Chen Kai's eyes. Perhaps, this was the only thing he could do at this moment, but looking into the distance, more people were still being driven forward, and sorrow welled up in his heart. But at this moment, on the bank of the moat, a small figure was held high by a pair of slender and white arms, and between the ups and downs, the little hands finally climbed to the edge of the bank of the moat.

The little figure climbed up with difficulty, and almost fell back several times, but then re-grasped the earth and rocks several times. Gradually, the little figure climbed up little by little, and the originally neat and clean clothes had already been stained with plaster, and there were many tears on the knees, arms, and chest. However, after the little figure climbed the bank of the moat, he didn't rejoice in the rest of his life after the catastrophe, not even for a moment, and quickly turned around, crying and leaning towards the moat. It's just that those who see it, only the people in the moat and river are crowded, struggling to survive, but there is no longer the warm arm of the mother.

"Mother!"

"I want to live!"

The screams were hissing and cracking, but the last command that pushed him up the river bank still echoed in his ears. At this time, there is only crying, which makes people unbearable.

In this way, the little figure was crying there, and the struggle to survive in the moat gradually faded. In the distance, a large number of old and weak women and children were still like them, expelled by the Qing army's warlords to the impact slope, and came here to replicate their fate.

"Boy, come here!"

Tears flowed down the dust on the face and across two streams. In the midst of the crying, in the direction of the main fort behind him, a hanging basket was lowered. After shouting a few times, the child turned his head and saw such a scene, but he was still dazed and at a loss.

"Quick, hanging basket. Live, live to have a chance of revenge! ”

Revenge, what is revenge, it seems that the child's small world is not quite able to understand. However, to live, these three words were instructed by his mother, and when he heard this, he hurriedly got up and ran clumsily towards the hanging basket in the distance.

More civilians were expelled by the Qing army to fill in the trenches, and the purpose of the trenches was to directly attack the Ming army's fortress. The fire guns, foot archers and crossbowmen on the upper floor of Half Moon Fort, and the tiger squat cannons on the lower floor fired frequently, and many people fell on the impact slope, but more people could only rush to the moat under the butcher's knife of the war overseer and the pressure of the main force of the Qing army that was gradually approaching, and then were squeezed down by the people behind them.

The child continued to run towards the hanging basket, getting closer and closer, until he reached the hanging basket, and reluctantly climbed in, and then the hanging basket slowly rose.

It seems to have seen the hope of life, and on the opposite bank of the west bank of the moat, like dumplings, a pair of big hands held up one small figure after another. They stepped on the soft mud at the bottom of the moat, especially the bodies of the last group of people who filled in the trenches and sank into the river, holding up more hope for life.

Gradually, more and more children were brought to the other side. In the crying, the plea to live became more and more, louder and louder, and gradually even began to overpower the cry of dying.

There are constantly children running to the main fort, and more hanging baskets are put down by the Ming army, raising the possibility of survival. At this time, at the same time as the first child was held up, an adult man dragged his side into the water, climbed and trampled on the bodies of one bitter child after another, and finally climbed to the other side of the moat.

Then, without any entrustment or looking back, the man ran wildly, quickly approached the hanging basket, and dragged a child who had climbed onto the hanging basket, and even one foot had crossed the edge, and put it on the ground.

The child fell to the ground, motionless, while the man cried and begged the Ming army to hang him. Everyone has the desire to survive, and the Ming army did not simply leave it alone. The hanging basket slowly rose, the man's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and the thoughts of the rest of his life after the catastrophe surfaced on his face. When the hanging basket gradually rose to the top of the city, the man saw the Ming army, and hurriedly changed his face to flattery.

However, before the man could say his compliments and thanks, the Ming officer in front of him drew his sword in his hand and slashed straight over.

In the next second, the knife was embedded in the man's forehead, and in his unbelievable gaze, his gaze gradually raised, and then he fell down from the hanging basket on his back.

"The boss of the general system said, let's only save the real good, and only save the good men who are willing to fight with the Tartars. Such a kind of trampling on other suffering people, exchanging the lives of others for the hope of living, is not worthy! ”

As soon as he said that, this officer from the left guard of Guangzhou was already in tears. Immediately, amid the cheers of the Ming army in the main fort, the officer jumped down and turned directly into the hanging basket. The gondola descended slowly, and before it could hit the ground, the officer jumped. Gu also ignored the saber embedded in the man's corpse, only to see him probe the child's snort, hold it in his arms, and re-board the gradually rising hanging basket.