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In the early morning, there were more than 40,000 young people resting under the green shade, and they were all the people of Fengyang Mansion. The Qing soldiers had their own tents and simple covers, but these people could only sleep on stones and wooden blocks.

Tired and hungry, these strong men spread out as much as they could, but they were still huddled together. Because the Qing soldiers were afraid that they would escape, they set strict boundaries for them, and if they walked out of here when they were not working, they would be ruthlessly slashed and killed.

Finally, the unbearable night passed, and the more difficult day came, and the Qing soldiers who were in charge of guarding them stretched their waists, and a whip hung in the air and pulled out a whip flower, and a loud sound echoed in the mountains. When the strong men heard the sound of the whip, their bodies unconsciously stirred, and they dragged their extremely tired bodies and got up to work.

60,000 people were forced to go up the mountain to repair the Qingliu Pass, and now only 40,000 people remain, and those who died of exhaustion, starvation, and were whipped to death by the Qing soldiers, and their corpses were thrown off the cliff and became food for birds and beasts.

The small people of a weak country in troubled times are not as good as the peace dog.

These people don't know that they, who seem to be weak, have become the umbrella of the Qing soldiers.

If it weren't for these Han people, Hou Xuanyan would have set fire to the mountain a long time ago, and this time it was different from Changzhou, when he was in Changzhou, he repeatedly ordered the people to withdraw from the city. Therefore, those who are secretly hiding, he can give up the small family for everyone, and burn the army of Duoduo first.

But this time, tens of thousands of people on the mountain were unaware. They were forced to come to this Qingliu Pass by the Qing soldiers with knives, and they really couldn't bear to give the order, so the time dragged on to the seventh day.

Within seven days, Hou Xuanyan had people secretly dig a huge pit under the big stairs of Qingliuguan from underground. When the fire broke out on the top of the mountain, there must have been people who fled from here in a panic, and Hou Xuanyan had already dug a grave for them.

The Qing soldiers' work has almost been repaired, and they are about to do it...

All kinds of ignition materials have been prepared at the foot of the mountain, and the stone thrower has been built, and the wind direction is just right. The time of Hou Xuanyan and the others is indeed about the same, and they estimate that the repair of the top of the mountain today should be completed by you. It is impossible for the Qing soldiers to stay on the mountain for a long time due to insufficient military rations. In the Northern Expeditionary Army, the Hidden Elephant Battalion worked hard and hard, and finally sent a few hunter-born spies to cross the lofty mountains and mountains in front of the Qingliu Pass to hide on the mountain and listen to the news on the mountain.

As long as the strong man goes down the mountain, the signal is sent from the mountain, which is the time when the Northern Expeditionary Army set fire.

Under the orders of Zilharang, the Qing soldiers divided the captured strong men into dozens of batches and scattered them in various corners of Qingliu Pass to prevent them from resisting en masse.

Soon, the first screams resounded between the valleys, and the slaughter began. Spears, bows and arrows, stones... All the Qing soldiers turned into butchers, and they may have closed their eyes when they were at home. But after becoming a traitor, he was used to slaughtering, and he already treated his compatriots as inappropriate. In their eyes, it is natural for the strong to slaughter the weak.

Manmeng Eight Banners laughed on the side, watching the Han people slaughter the Han people, in their eyes, it was a very fun thing, and there was also a thrill of conquest.

After the Han Eight Banners and the Green Camp finished killing people, they cut off the heads of the deceased, which can rarely be cut off with a single knife, and the blades collided with the bones, making a terrible sound, and gathered in the valley, making all the beasts tremble.

The bloody qi instantly filled the entire valley, and this day was the second year of Longwu, the twentieth day of the seventh month, early in the morning.

The massacre lasted for a day and a night, and Hou Xuanyan woke up early in the morning, standing in front of the mountain anxiously waiting for news from the top of the mountain, preparing to burn the mountain. It stands to reason that it is impossible for them to keep the strong man on the mountain for so long, and an unspeakable anxiety slowly accumulates in Hou Xuanyan's heart.

The Qing soldiers piled up the severed heads and transported them to the stairs in front of the Qingliuguan Mountain Gate.

A few planks have been erected in front of the stairs to block the heads of the people, the Northern Expeditionary Army does not know why, anyway, they have already built fortifications, even if it is a surprise attack by the Qing soldiers on the top of the mountain, they are not afraid.

Finally, the Qing soldiers on the top of the mountain smiled and removed the planks, and countless heads rolled down from the mountain.

The scene in front of him, all the witnesses of the Northern Expeditionary Army will never forget, it is the heads, still oozing blood. It's like a child's ball, rolling down the mountain, and tens of thousands of them are mixed together.

On the top of the mountain was the sound of arrogant and cruel laughter, and the eyes of the Northern Expeditionary Army below the mountain flashed with hatred, and the anger that was suppressed in their hearts was overwhelming. Su Bandai said that he wanted to use these heads to scare the courage of the soldiers of the Northern Expeditionary Army, but he obviously failed.

Hou Xuanyan looked at the scene in front of him, his stomach turned over the river, and a wave of nausea was uncontrollable from his chest to his throat, hell... That's it.

Zhu Dadian laughed miserably: "Guogong, you don't have to be afraid of this fire attack." ”

The spies on the top of the mountain launched the signal with tears in their eyes, and then hid in Fengyang Mansion as agreed, their task was to send a signal after seeing the strong men coming down the mountain, and now the strong men have indeed gone down the mountain.

The laughter of the Qing soldiers at the top of the mountain continued, and they looked down the mountain in disappointment. Because the expected panic did not appear, the Northern Expeditionary Army stood motionless.

Soon, from the camp of the Northern Expeditionary Army, a series of strange things were lifted.

Jars filled with fierce fire oil were placed in a stone thrower, and cans were shot at the top of the mountain. The Qing soldiers hurriedly hid in the fortifications, but did not see the explosion. Su Chaha hurried to Zilharang's tent and said loudly: "Lord Wang, the Ming army under the mountain threw some strange altars to the top of the mountain, I don't know what the purpose is. ”

Zilharang stood up suddenly, and when he came outside, he saw that all the Qing soldiers were behind the fortifications, scratching their heads and pointing. Enjoying the wonder of falling jars in the sky, there is constantly the sound of porcelain breaking, crackling like "big beads and small beads falling on jade plates".

The rich bloody qi blocked the smell of fierce fire oil, and the dense jar attack lasted for a long time, and Li Benshen, the general in the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, reacted: "Not good!" They're going to set fire. ”

Zilharang's eyes widened in vain, and he asked sharply, "What did you say?" ”

"This thing is on fire, and now it is poured on the mountain of trees in front of the mountain, in case the Ming army sets it on fire."

Before Li Benshen's words fell, the artillery roared under the mountain, and the Divine Fire Flying Crows stacked in the arsenal of the fire artifact once again shone brightly. This thing has always been criticized, the power is too small and useless, but in the hands of Hou Xuanyan, with a little transformation, it has become a first-class arson artifact. After lighting the fuse, the Divine Fire Crow, carrying a large number of strange and flammable materials, roared towards the top of the mountain.

All kinds of fireballs that were burning were thrown onto the clear stream, and the fire slowly rose. There is no sufficient water source on the top of the mountain, and a few clear springs are not enough for the three armies to drink, and it is impossible to extinguish the fire.

The fire gradually grew larger, and the Qing soldiers had to face billowing smoke and bursting artillery if they wanted to escape from the fortifications. Under the high temperature, many Qing soldiers have fallen into madness. Cliff mountain fell countless "fire men".

There was only one way down the mountain, and the two forward battalions on the left and right of the elite with the blue flag escorted Zierharang and the two deputy commanders, and took the lead in escaping from Qingliu Pass.

They didn't even give the order to retreat down the mountain, because once this rugged path was crowded, even the prince would have to choke to death on the mountain.

When the middle- and lower-level generals, the six gods, searched for the main general, they found that they had already fled.

When Zilharan reached the bottom of the mountain, he began to give orders for the withdrawal of troops. He was not in a hurry, after all, as long as the fire was still there, the Ming army would not be able to pass the Qingliu Pass. But soon he realized that things were not so simple, and the retreat turned into a crowded stampede. When people are aware of danger, it is human instinct to run and escape. Most people will "panic" because of fear.

If you stay for a moment longer, your life will be in danger, and the people behind you are already in a hurry, frantically pushing and shoving their comrades in front. The farther you go to the back, the crazier you become, and finally the front one can't resist it. The path can only accommodate a small number of people, and if one person falls, it will trip over the person next to them, causing a multi-bone nomi-like reaction. The people who fell were trampled to pieces, trampled to death, and the corpses were blocked on the road, and the already narrow intersection was directly sealed.

Zilharang ordered his forward battalion to chop and pull with knives in a vain attempt to clear the path. But there are still very few people squeezing down, and the fire has been getting worse.

The road behind the mountain is difficult to walk, and the road in front of the mountain is also a dead end.

The Northern Expeditionary Army vented their anger and fired all the firearms in their hands, some of which had nothing to do, and even picked up stones and threw them at the top of the mountain, although most of them fell at the foot of the mountain and were useless. But Hou Xuanyan did not stop these futile and useless childish acts, and the repression caused by the massacre of the Qing soldiers must be released to a certain extent.

The fierce fire oil accompanied by the Divine Fire Crow was still being launched, and the mountain was already feeling the heat wave coming to the face. The flames rose into the sky, and the majestic pass was finally ignited.

Hou Xuanyan, who was full of "red light", ordered the whole army to retreat, and the best way to take on the mountain was the big staircase in front of him.

It's hard to climb up, but it's much easier to get down. The Qing soldiers on the top of the mountain still cared about the direction and fled down the stairs for their lives.

The musketeers raised their guns and fired, harvesting the Qing soldiers who rolled down. In the past, dozens of firearms could kill one person, which was considered efficient. This time, it was a dense crowd of people, allowing people to shoot.

Finally, a few Qing soldiers who were covered in flames dodged the dense bullets and came to the bottom of the mountain. Before he could be happy, he fell into a big pit, and those behind couldn't stop and fell into the pit one after another.

After hundreds of Qing soldiers filled the huge pit, the people behind stepped on their corpses and continued to rush forward.

The Northern Expeditionary Army was behind the fortifications, blocking these evil spirits from hell in front of the mountain. The Qing soldiers wailed for mercy, knelt on the ground and begged to surrender, and slammed their heads against the newly repaired fortifications. If it was yesterday in the Northern Expeditionary Army, there might still be people who felt pity, but today's heads are falling, which has made them hate higher than the sky and deeper than the sea.

Finally, the dead end in front of the mountain was also blocked by the piles of corpses.

Countless corpses behind the mountain paved the path down the mountain into a corpse road, and tens of thousands of Qing soldiers were able to escape. Crawling from the corpse, he fled to the bottom of the mountain with the help of Zilharang.

The fire burned for seven days and seven nights, and was finally extinguished in a rainstorm.

Of the 170,000 Qing soldiers on the mountain, more than 80,000 escaped, plus the beasts and birds in the mountains, this fire may kill and injure millions of people.

In the Northern Expeditionary Army, Zhu Dadian looked at the lightning with the thickness of his arm across the sky, and said with palpitations:

"Guogong, the fire is out."

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