He Wu, who was forced to walk in front of the line by the Hou Shangguan Jia Ding Bī, felt something hit his mouth hard after hearing the continuous sound of muskets, and the place where he was hit first felt a burst of coldness, then more and more unbearable pain, and then breathlessness. Wild Sand Literature Network

When he realized that he had been shot, he was already on his knees. He kept holding his hand to his mouth, trying to push back the blood that was pouring out. But this action was in vain, and the pool of blood flowed out, and soon accumulated a small puddle on the ground, and the blood that flowed took away the last bit of strength in his body, and caused him to collapse completely.

He Wu, who was lying on the ground, soon reached the moment of dying, and at the last moment of his life, his mind was only full of one question, why did the officers and soldiers on the opposite side shoot, aren't everyone the officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty?

Rushing from a narrow alley to an open square was already a rather unfavorable terrain for the attackers. And with the addition of a musket team already lined up, it was like a swarm of rats rushing into a cage made of projectiles, and there was little to no defense.

The musketeers who shot in sequence like waves were simply a nightmare that Yang Zhenwei and other rebel generals could not wake up to. Although Yang Zhenwei knew that he must not retreat at this moment, once the soldiers in the square in front of him retreated, they who were blocked in the alley would become the target of the musketeers on the opposite side, and everyone could only huddle together motionless and wait for death.

At this moment, he still had a glimmer of hope, thinking that the muskets on the opposite side would eventually stop, and then rush forward while the opponent was reloading, not only could the opponent's muskets be ineffective, but they could also give full play to the advantage of being outnumbered in the fight. If you add the response of the back team, then there is still a chance of a comeback.

Therefore, Yang Zhenwei kept cheering for his subordinates in the team: "... These muskets can only be fired once, requiring reloading.

We must rush while they are firing and do not give them time to reload, or we will all die here.

Don't mess around, don't run away, give me back, just rush into the array of musketeers and you'll be safe, expose your backs to them, and you'll die faster...

There is a treasury in the Governor's Mansion where military salaries are stored, as long as you can enter the Governor's Mansion, I, Yang Zhenwei, promise you that you can take as much as you want, and no one will come to stop you..."

Yang Zhenwei was encouraged, threatened, and introduced, and finally made the surrounding soldiers calm down a little. But then his efforts were shattered by two shells issued by the Ming army, and this crowded alley undoubtedly became the best place for artillery.

Like a horse running into a wheat field that is about to ripen, the human body is as fragile as a wheat stalk that has fallen when it is touched, and where the cannonball passes, there is a bloody trace. It's just that unlike the wheat field, the people in the alley can still move, and after seeing the tragic situation of their companions, they will not obediently stand in place and be targeted and bombarded by the cannons.

Only then did the order of these rebel forces no longer exist. Everyone wants to get out of the damn alley as soon as possible, and wants to get the others to shield themselves from the Governor's guards.

Except for those soldiers leaning against the wall, because they have a masonry wall to rely on, they can also hold on to the wall and move forward slowly, and the soldiers in the middle of the alley are completely reduced to the place where the weak and the strong eat.

All soldiers who were too thin in physique, or who lacked armor protection, were all pushed aside, and some were even stunted or squeezed down. The officers and soldiers who only cared about their own escapes, where did they care about their robes at the moment, and when they saw a gap, someone rushed in, regardless of whether it was the land or the human body under their feet.

In such chaos, Yang Zhenwei and Jiang Lin both lost control of the team, and even both of them were in danger. Because most of their cronies and subordinates were also frightened, they only cared about fleeing for their lives at the moment, and did not continue to defend their side at all.

At this point, Yang Zhenwei knew that the plan had failed, and now he could only escape from here first. Thankfully, the guards at the Governor's Mansion did not continue to fire shells, which gave him the opportunity to gather his cronies and flee.

On the side of the artillery emplacement in the square, Major Huang surnamed Huang, who was in charge of directing the specific battle, looked sternly at Li Dingguo, who was in charge of artillery bombardment, and asked him: "... Why not keep firing? If you don't completely defeat them here, do you still plan to let them retreat outside and regroup? ”

Although Li Dingguo stood up straight, he did not immediately accept the order of his superiors, but continued to explain: "Report to the chief, they have now stepped over. The lower officials did not think that there was any need to continue using artillery bombardment, and now as long as they sent people to recruit them, these people should lay down their arms and surrender. ”

"You think, you think it's useful. Here I am in charge now, and now I order you to continue the fight until I give the order to stop, otherwise I will now dismiss you for disobeying the military order, and hold you accountable after the war..."

"What happened? Why did the artillery stop? "I can't hear the sound of the cannons, and the people haven't arrived yet, and the questioning voice has arrived first.

Major Huang immediately turned his head, greeted Wednesday, and briefly said what had happened. Wednesday's face didn't change after hearing this, but he said coldly to Li Dingguo: "Lieutenant Li, give me an explanation, otherwise I will withdraw you now." ”

Although Li Dingguo was a little flustered in his heart, he still replied firmly: "The opposite side is also the official army of the Ming Dynasty, and it is not the enemy who invaded the Ming Dynasty. Although they violated military discipline and attacked the Governor's Palace, this still does not mean that they are our mortal enemies.

Chief of Staff Zhou also said before the war that what we want to eliminate is the rebel leader who launched this rebellion, not the ordinary garrison officers and soldiers who were instigated and used by the rebel party.

At present, when our troops have defeated and dispersed the rebels organized by the other side, is the most important thing now not to appease the low-level soldiers as soon as possible in order to restore order in the city?

Although the number of garrisons in Datong City was only 6,000, their families in the city exceeded at least 10,000, and the total number was no less than 30,000 plus the troops in the surrounding Tuntian. We can't wipe them all out, can we?

Therefore, Xia Guan thought that since the organization of the rebels had collapsed, there was no need to kill more. Now accept them generously anyway, maybe these soldiers can abandon those chaotic parties as soon as possible and return to the arms of the imperial court..."

When the generals of the garrison of Datong and the local gentry launched a rebellion, the purpose of Wednesday was already achieved. As for how to quell this rebellion, it was not the point for him, anyway, as long as Cao Bianjiao entered the city with his army, he would win.

The reason why he wanted to continue firing was just to think that nothing would happen. Taking advantage of the loss of command of the other party, the team was trapped in a narrow alley, and it was obviously safer to kill and injure more personnel.

However, Li Dingguo's words reminded him that these rebels may not be able to fight well, but they still have considerable influence in the local area. If the damage is too strong, it will add a lot of trouble for him to clean up the mess.

It seems that it is indeed not a good choice to offend the local gentry and the generals of the old border army, and then provoke the low-level soldiers together. Thinking of this, Wednesday looked at the rebels who were still struggling to flee in the distance, and then turned back to Li Dingguo and said.

"Since you're so insistent, then I'll give you a chance. You take a company up to appease them to surrender, Major Huang, you take a company to meet him in the rear, if the other party still wants to continue to resist, then there is no need to keep his hands. ”

Although he didn't understand why Zhou Wei would give in to a lieutenant, this major was not as bold as Li Dingguo, he just hesitated and accepted the other party's order, gave his command to his deputy, and took a company to suppress Li Dingguo's battle.

Li Dingguo's judgment was correct, these soldiers of the garrison army from the Shanxi side army, the sons of Taiping had lived too long, and they had never experienced a real war at all. They may have experience in making trouble, but they never have the experience of going to battle with a weapon.

In particular, when a small number of middle- and lower-ranking officers and men with military experience in these border armies were transferred to the field army, the remaining officers and men were actually no different from civilians. When they were subjected to such heavy gunfire and shelling, they had already been frightened, forgetting their role as soldiers, and fleeing was no different from ordinary people.

When Li Dingguo led more than a dozen soldiers to shout at them to surrender, someone soon obediently dropped their weapons and squatted down in the place designated by the other party.

With the surrender of these soldiers, the originally crowded flow of people finally began to loosen, and batches of soldiers no longer continued to squeeze into the alley, but entered the square backwards and surrendered directly to Li Dingguo.

Although Li Dingguo judged that these officers and soldiers had completely dispersed, he still sweated when he surrendered, fearing that some of them would attack his troops under the pretext of surrender.

There were no more than 200 people in a company, but the number of soldiers who came out of the alley and surrendered soon exceeded 300. Although more and more people came to surrender, Li Dingguo's heart was put back in his stomach.

Because these surrendered officers and soldiers are very honest, as long as a few people stand aside to arrange, they will obediently sit on the ground and dare not move, which is much more obedient than when they were trained.

Looking at these surrendered officers and soldiers who were as obedient as sheep, Li Dingguo felt an indescribable discomfort in his heart. He thought to himself, if the enemy of the other side was not them, but the Manmeng Tartars, and they surrendered so honestly, wouldn't they have been slaughtered by those Tartars in vain? How can such an army protect the country?

Seeing that the rebels in the alley were almost cleaned up, except for a few stubborn rebels who fled, at least more than 1,000 soldiers chose to surrender directly.

When Li Dingguo was about to go back to hand over the order, a herald ran to him and conveyed the latest order of Zhou Wei, ordering him to take this company and two artillery pieces to support the governor's yamen, and to hold out until the reinforcements entered the city.

Li Dingguo did not hesitate to hand over the prisoners in his hands, and left this place that made him very uncomfortable with his subordinates.