After the cannon began to sound outside, Zhang Aiman quietly put his hand into his clothes and held the handle of the knife. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info just four walls of ice blocked his view, especially the sharp corner. He can't see what's going on outside, and he can only judge the situation by hearing with his ears.

At this time, a series of gunshots began to sound around. Obviously, this is the heavenly soldiers of the Qing Dynasty.

"Lao Wang, you lead someone to rush up to that sharp corner from that side. I led the men to snatch down the gate behind me. Zhang Aiman said to the people around him, and then pulled out the knife from his clothes and shouted: "Kill!" With a knife, he stabbed over a real Hanmin in front of him.

The crowd suddenly became chaotic, and at this time, those Han soldiers also drew their swords one after another, shouting and rushing towards the sharp ice wall and city gate. And easily cut down the bewildered Hermes-Epitek who stood in front of them to the ground.

The sharp ice wall in front of the main wall has two stairs that can be climbed to the inner side, and "Lao Wang" led a group of Han soldiers to take advantage of the other people to flee in all directions, and rushed towards the two stairs. At the same time, Zhang Aiman and some people also rushed towards the city gate behind.

"Bang bang", the sound of the musket rang out, and a blood flower appeared behind the "old king" who rushed to the stairs, and then fell to the ground at once. At the same time, several people he was carrying were also knocked to the ground. The bullets were fired from behind, and in the clearing behind the sharp corner ice wall, there were ice walls on all sides, and there were soldiers of the Model Army on them. So in this position, they will face fire from five directions.

Zhang Aiman, who rushed towards the city gate, naturally didn't have any good fruit to eat, and they were all knocked to the ground with a burst of gunfire.

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Wenda rolled on the ground, and a bullet grazed his helmet, scaring him into a cold sweat. He knew that this wall was definitely not a place to stay for a long time, and if he continued to stay here, he would definitely be killed. So he bent down and crawled forward. Above his head, gunshots rang out incessantly, as did the wall opposite, and between these two sharp corners, it was literally hell on earth. He saw with his own eyes a Niu Lu Zhangjing standing there, shouting something, and then his whole head exploded like a cannonball, and the helmet flew out of the distance.

Wenda didn't know where he was going, he just knew he couldn't stay here anyway. If you stay here, you're going to die. Wenda stumbled and ran, and suddenly a corpse tripped over him, and he immediately fell to the ground, and there was a large pool of blood on the ground, which came from a few people next to him, and now that it was cold, the blood was not so hot.

Wenda had an idea, rolled directly in the blood, and then lay on the ground without moving. He felt that this was the best way for him to survive.

More people don't have the brains of Wenda, and they still run to the front, and then they are constantly knocked down.

The golden mark crouched behind the horse, covering the spot where the arrow had been shot with his hand. Just now he begged someone to help him break the shaft of the arrow that was exposed. It's just that the arrows are still stuck in the meat. But without the long, quivering shaft, the pain is much better now. It's just that because of the arrow shaft just now, he didn't dare to squeeze into the crowd, and now he can only be thrown in the outermost circle.

After the gunfire rang out, Golden Standard couldn't help but burst into tears, and he felt that his time of death had finally arrived. It's just that he doesn't know what will happen to his wife and son in the future, and what will happen to them if they don't have him.

After a while, a cannonball crossed the sharp ice wall in front of it and hit the ice wall behind, making a loud bang and causing a commotion among the crowd. A lot of people started crying, and so did the gold label.

At this time, someone suddenly exclaimed, and the golden mark raised his head and saw that several Qing Heavenly Soldiers with knives had rushed over. As soon as those Qing Heavenly Soldiers saw them, they immediately rushed straight towards them.

"It's over, it's over, it's going to be killed." Wang Jinbiao thought while desperately retreating.

The Great Qing Heavenly Soldier ran very fast, and the short horse couldn't stop them at all, and the Great Qing Heavenly Soldier who rushed to the front jumped in with his hand on the horse, and rushed straight towards the gold mark. The gold label was so frightened that his eyes were compared. Just then a gunshot rang out, and then a man crashed into Goldmark's arms, spilling blood all over him.

"Withdraw! No more. If you fight again, even if you can beat it down, there will be more deaths. Lord Wang, we Eight Banners can't die like this! We can't afford to die! A general said to Dorgon with tears in his eyes.

Dolgon looked at the battlefield in front of him, sighed again, and said, "Let the brothers all withdraw." Dutch cattle that dogs say! ”

Even amid the roar of gunfire, Wenda heard the call to withdraw. But he did not dare to move, for there were not many living people nearby, and he had to run back to avoid the shots of the birds that hit quickly and accurately, and then the shotguns of the cannons. Wenda lay there and pondered, and he felt that even if he ran as fast as a tiger in the woods, he would probably not be able to escape. So he decided to continue playing dead, and it was already afternoon, to see if he could survive until dark, and then escape.

However, Wenda was soon disappointed, because the Qing army withdrew quickly and ran away in the blink of an eye. Then a group of soldiers armed with flintlock pistols with bayonets appeared on the battlefield and began to clean up the battlefield. And the way they cleaned up the battlefield was that every corpse, whether it was really dead or not, was first connected with a bayonet. , and then pull the braid and chop off the head with an axe.

Wenda jumped to his feet, and several "Dutch soldiers" surrounded him. Wenda knew that if she dared to resist, she would definitely die. So he hurriedly threw away the knife in his hand, and then honestly knelt on the ground.

"Dog Tartars are afraid of death!" A man said coldly. As he spoke, he raised his bayonet.

"Slow down, tie it up first, drag it back for everyone to see, and have fun." Chang Le said.

On the other side, those Han people were also being inspected one by one, and although the gold mark with braids shouted that they were Han Chinese, they were unfortunately imprisoned like some other guys who also had braids and even found knives on their bodies.

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"The Tartar retreated. They stopped quickly. Guo Huaiyi put down the binoculars in his hand and sighed.

"It's a pity. Guo, how many heads do you say they lost here this time? Lucien said, "I have heard that your court is willing to pay a very high price for these heads. We should be able to buy a lot of money this time. ”

"I think there are about six or seven hundred. It's not just the head, well, we call it the head and other things can also be sold for money. Guo Huaiyi said, "For example, their military flags, and their armor or something." Moreover, these things, sold to some other people, were more profitable for silver than sold to the imperial court. I estimate that a head, especially the authentic Eight Banners head, can be given to the imperial court for a reward of fifty taels, plus an official or something. If you sell it to some guys, it's not a problem to buy it for two hundred taels a piece. For example, the armies that followed Jianshen but did not dare to fight them. They had lost the battle and could be punished, and now they were in dire need of these things to report their victory to the imperial court, and to defraud them of their positions and money. The major general said that if he could get some heads, he could trade with these guys, and by the way, he could open up more trade routes. ”

"That's it." When Lucien heard that the heads of these barbarians were so valuable, he hurriedly nodded and said, "It seems that we have a very important matter to do tonight - to quickly erect enough wooden stakes and plant the bodies of these barbarians, so that the fellows who have been following the barbarians for about a day may pass by tomorrow and see how many valuable goods we have here." Oh, by the way, let's put the corpses away tonight and look at it tightly. Wait until tomorrow to hang it out, this thing is so valuable, but don't be stolen. Every day when you hang it out during the day, and take it back at night for safekeeping, it's all silver! ”

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Zu Kuan has been very unhappy recently, because this time he seems to be going to become a black cauldron. Originally, after Lu Xiangsheng died, Yang Sichang really wanted this dead man to carry the black cauldron of defeat. So at the beginning, he insisted that Lu Xiangsheng was not dead, but just fled. But Lu Xiangsheng's body was found, so Lu Xiangsheng naturally couldn't carry this pot. As a result, everyone pushed each other around, and now a large number of people began to say that Zukuandun did not fight, and sat back and watched the captivity. It's not a mistake if this soldier doesn't fight, but except for Lu Xiangsheng and King Qin, which one of them is not a soldier who doesn't fight? As for sitting back and watching the plunder, this is absolutely too wrong. When did his Zukuan ever sit back and watch the captivity? Regarding this kind of thing of plundering, Guan Ningjun will definitely not sit idly by, but will only join in. No, no, no, it should be said that it was to prevent the wealth of my Ming people from being robbed by Jianxin, so we reluctantly helped them keep it. What, you say we still killed people? That is, of course, so that they will not be killed by the Tartars.

But such a painstaking court always could not comprehend. So now Zu Kuan is very distressed. Until the next afternoon, when he passed through the Silent Sea.

"What is this, what is this?" Zu Kuan rubbed his eyes vigorously, and saw a large row of wooden stakes erected in front of him, densely packed I don't know how many. Each stake has a head hanging from it. And in front of these stakes, there is also a table. On it sat a few Taixi and a few Han Chinese, and on the top of their heads and on both sides, they each pulled a large white cloth, and on the left side was written: "Zhenyi Rentou Sale"; On the right is written: "All kinds of dumping"; At the top are eight big characters: "Genuine, Tong Su is not bullied." ”