On 13 July, the city wall of Jingzhou could no longer withstand the repeated bombardment of many cannons of more than a dozen catties, and suddenly collapsed. The officials in Jingzhou City knew very well that defending the city on their own would eventually fall, but they felt that the Manchurian soldiers who went south could go up the river to relieve the siege, and they did not know that the Manchurian soldiers had made a big fool and completely betrayed their teammates.

"Rush in and kill all these dog tartars!" Several colonels shouted and joined the torrent of the charge. Since they knew that Yue Le, a Tartar, wanted to repeat the accident trick of Xinhui, the Thirteen Kuidong families decided to retaliate with violence and fight violence with violence; Didn't you slaughter the city when you came back? We don't slaughter the city, we slaughter the officials, and kill all the Tartar officials and sentry officers who resist, and all the big households that produce grain! Anyway, you people are the ones who make the decision, and you people are the ones who raise the soldiers, so pay the price for your decision!

Before breaking the city, the outside had already shot arrows many times to let the inside know, and even Yuan Zong's first department received a reply from the bow and arrow. The reply was sour, I don't know which staff member scolded the heads of the thirteen families in Kuidong with their articles on the four-body six--- and even learned Shi Nai'an, giving everyone a nickname! However, these nicknames are more like temporary ones, and many of them are not very appropriate. However, the nickname of "a cat" given to Li Laiheng is a laughable front and back (his stepfather Li Guo is nicknamed a tiger).

"Hahaha... Didn't those who made wild boars sons teach them little piglets? As a result, a shout of "slaughtering the piglets and eating meat" sounded from the east side of the gap, and the soldiers who had a bitter hatred for the Manchus grabbed all kinds of weapons or stabbed or chopped, and rushed up to "kill the pigs".

"Stabilize the formation, hold on for a day, each reward is one tael of silver, no, two taels..." But most of his men were unmoved: you have to have your life to spend your money first! The city walls are all broken, and there are a lot of people outside who are black and oppressive, where can they fight! After being stabbed by several rows of spears, these Qing soldiers threw away their armor and fled all over the city. The silver was left to the general to bury by himself.

"Those who descend will not die!"

"Stubborn and slashed!"

"You're already surrounded, it's useless to run!"

The sound of persuasion can be heard everywhere in the city, the Qing army saw that there was no hope of escaping, they threw down their weapons and surrendered with their heads, perhaps they had already expected this tragic day, the Jingzhou prefect and the Jiangling prefect each piled firewood in their own official offices, and brought their whole families to gather in front of the firewood, preparing to hold the first and last bonfire party in their lives, so as to "observe the festival" for the northern captive court.

"Hulala", the prefect bowed to the north, pondered for a long time and lit firewood. The heated air rushed to his face, which made the prefect have some doubts about life in his heart, so he had to comfort himself that he would not have to suffer immediately, and the long pain was better than the short pain. The two sons cowered behind their mother in fear, and the mother was powerless to protect them, but she knew that there was no way to change the outcome.

And then... Suddenly it rained heavily in the sky, and the two fires were extinguished in an instant. There are many mountain people in the Kuidong soldiers, and after finding that the door can't be opened after kicking a few times, they simply climb over the wall and enter the courtyard like monkeys, and then roll on the ground, pull out their waist knives and capture the trembling traitor family.

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Jingzhou City has changed hands again, and most of the people have experienced the last change of ownership, and they have hung notes such as Shunmin on their hats; Before the last change of ownership, the owner of the city was the predecessor of the Kuidong Army, so the military discipline of the Kuidong Army was not bad--- several people with unclean hands and feet were cut off and hung on the street.

In the afternoon of the same day, the Kuidong army arranged the "Shunmin" in the city around a clearing, and a small cannon was placed in the clearing---- naturally, this was not to execute the Shunmin massacre, but to let them see people executed.

Watching people get their brains cut off, as long as it's not someone you know, then it's still a bad entertainment at this time; Even in later generations, you can find all kinds of questions and answers on the Internet asking about the state of the condemned prisoner before death, let alone ignoring the time of life. Thousands of pairs of eyes stared at these dying people, fully interpreting the phrase "the joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected". When you plunder and exploit the small people, you don't think about the joys and sorrows of the grass people, and the grass people will naturally laugh out loud without sadness when you die tragically.

As a result, none of the prefects, counties, and Jingqu garrisons in Jingzhou City ran away, and the whole family went up to the eighty old woman and down to the Huangkou child, and none of them ran away. They were threaded with wire through their chins--- even women who could be "reused" to enter the military paradise, tied to their knees. The soldier who wrote "a cat" received special treatment and was tied up in a large font and erected a shelf. Because this person's name is Mingbo, Li Laiheng asked people to paste a big piece of paper on him, and wrote the three big characters "Rat Mingbo" on it. Don't you call me a cat, if you can be caught by me, then of course you are a mouse!

After a brief discussion, everyone unanimously agreed to cut down all the weeds and eradicate the roots of this group of people, leaving no one behind. Only by letting them die can more people in China survive. Just as the Bolsheviks did with the last Tsar, if any of the Tsar's sons fell into the hands of the White Army, and the upper and middle officers of the White Army were "encouraged" to hold out for one more day, Russia would not know that hundreds or thousands more people would die! The life of the Romanov family is fate, but the life of the Russian workers and peasants is not fate?

"Fathers, fellow neighbors," a scribe in a long robe arched his hand below, surrounded by a soldier acting as a human megaphone to repeat the words. "The last time the Tartars came in, what did they do to Jingzhou, everyone should still have an impression, right? If the sword is not sealed for three days, the person who kills can lie down from the east end to the west end. After we killed them, these Tartar puppet officials were acting on our heads, and we felt that we had killed enough, and the rest of us would not be able to stand up. ”

"Later, those Tartars surrounded our army to the mountains. Now, we're back! This time it's back, and we're never going to go again! There are only hundreds of thousands of Manchurian Tatars, but one percent of the world's population, and the reason why they can crisscross the Central Plains is actually one reason..."

The scribe was silent for a moment: "There are traitors who use them as dogs!" ”

"These Tartars are the same as beasts, in addition to killing people is to enclose land, except for enclosure is to rob shops, in their eyes people and trees can almost be cut at will, can we cut them at will?"

At this time, the nurse, who had been bribed with money, mixed in the crowd and shouted: "Kill the traitor, kill the traitor!" ”

"Kill them all!"

At this time, there was no nationalist statement, but it was true that everyone was invaded by the Tartars, and the Tartars entered the city that time, and there were almost few families who did not die. Immersed in grief and indignation, I feel like I am in the tragedy of more than ten years ago again.

"Execution!" Seeing that the atmosphere was enough, a man with a big waist shouted. The small cannon erupted in a ball of shotguns, followed by a burst of birds, and finally, the three walls of the legendary camp elite riders lined up in several rows to clear the ground.

(End of chapter)