At the mouth of Dagu, Ecoen stood on the city wall like a withered bamboo, looking at the little fire in the north, and listening to the earth-shattering cheers from the Fu Han army in Beitang and Xinhe, all the hopes in my heart collapsed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This cheer was the clarion call for the victory of the Han army and the prelude to the defeat of the Qing Dynasty......

It's over!

Finished!

It's completely over!

More than half of the night had passed, and it was already more than three o'clock, and Ekorn was still standing alone on the top of the fort, looking at the west in silence. Like a lifeless stone sculpture!

The excited Fu Han army made a fuss until 12 o'clock at night, and then fell asleep one after another. The flying pigeon sent the good news of Du Ji's victory, and the remaining Fu Han army was about to explode with joy. However, their cheers and celebrations swept through the entire Dagu mouth like the coldest cold air.

"Second uncle, let's withdraw. Taking advantage of Chen Wei's lack of energy after celebrating. It's dawn, and I can't walk if I want to! The nephew persuaded Ekorn. Okoen turned a deaf ear. The atmosphere in the whole Dagukou was tense, and Ekorn felt that the camp was going to be bombed.

However, it soon rained, and the next day the Fu Han army in Beitang did not reveal its intention to attack Dagukou. The tense nerves of the Qing army in Dagukou have eased a little.

In a house in Jizhou, Jin Jishi, a missionary who had been brutally taken out of the capital by the Manchus but had been abandoned, wrote in his diary after a day of 'shock', "A small defeated army of Tatars fled to Jizhou, and they brought with them the news of the defeat of the main Tatar central army led by General A Gui." The Tatar army in the city was greatly stimulated, and the entire city of Jizhou has now fallen into hysterical chaos......

The situation here is quite bad, and the Tatars have abandoned their agreement with His Highness Chen Han ****. Their troops began to loot some of the Chinese property still left in Jizhou, during which time there were inevitably killings and more brutal atrocities. They also robbed us, and plundered the wealth that the Tatar emperor had given us, and wrapped the silver cross. They also beat Sipolla, who prevented them from doing so, and broke Sippola's right hand, God bless Sippola's right hand to be completely restored, otherwise Sipola would never be able to pick up a paintbrush again.

It's like all cities at war, and everything is starting to go bad.

The first to strike were the defeated soldiers who fled into Jizhou, and the officers turned a blind eye to the atrocities of their own soldiers. The Tatar soldiers plundered all the wealth of the Chinese in a brutal manner, and it was not uncommon for strong women to do such shameful things......

The officers' indifference and indulgence in the atrocities allowed looting and killing to spread rapidly throughout the city. There is no law and order here...... "The collapse of human nature, the degradation of morality, and the release of emotions when they are extremely frightened, the Qing army in Jizhou will not know how much trouble they have caused their masters at this time."

The rain continued to fall, and in the military food city, Kui'an once again tasted what it was like to have a heart like an ice cellar.

The bone-chilling cold, the endless despair, Quinn experienced again today. He thought that after Furler took the main force, he would not care about everything at all. But now the words of the man kneeling at his feet broke his heart into powder again, and Quian sat on the chair with blank eyes, and the whole person seemed to be stupid, and did not move for a full two quarters of an hour!

"How so? How so? He asked himself frantically again and again.

I was struggling to support myself in the Military Grain City, but there was news of the defeat of the main force outside, and the current Military Grain City has completely become a Jedi Lonely City!

"Ah Gui, Ah Gui, you ruined the Qing Dynasty......" Kuian choked up. He originally hoped that Ah Gui could fight with the Fu Han army, so that the military grain city could be defended more steadily. But now all these plans have come to naught!

Kuian himself has the integrity to be loyal to the Qing Dynasty. But he knew that his soldiers would not be as loyal as himself, and if his soldiers were brave, especially the Eight Banners, had no fighting spirit and wanted to surrender, he could only die.

At this moment, Kui An's head is called hate. A deep despair engulfed his whole body and mind.

The generals of the Eight Banners Army who were recruited by Ku'an in the hall were also lonely and silent at this time, and everyone had endless anger, anger, anxiety and sorrow on their faces. The road ahead is gone, and the back road is cut off, is the blood of the Qing Dynasty, who is less than 5,000 people, really going to die with the country? They don't want to die yet, but there really is no way to live.

Quian was silent and never spoke again.

The generals retreated silently, everyone's faces changed a few times, and finally sighed.

In the heavy rain that followed, the representative sent by the military grain city finally came to Dagukou, bringing the exact news of the defeat of the Qing army in the battle of Duji. Now that the general trend is gone, what are the plans of the military gate? ”

Do you surrender, or stay where you are to contain the Han army? Or take advantage of the rain to break through? Quian, the commander of the Military Grain City, urgently needs to find answers from Ekorn.

"The Qing Dynasty is over, but there are still three catties of nails in the rotten ship, how can there be no loyalty?"

"The old man has decided to go north, even if the soldiers die, they will not let Chen Yi feel better. As for the military food city, whether it is a battle or a surrender, let Kuian decide for himself! ”

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Without this rain, Ekorn would not have broken through to the north. But with this rain, it's all different.

All the cannons of the Dagukou Fort were nailed to the fire door, countless barrels of gunpowder were connected with fire ropes, and a few wounded soldiers of the Eight Banners who volunteered to stay took over the task of finishing all this.

Ekorn gave up all his baggage, and all the soldiers did not carry anything other than knives, guns, ammunition, and a certain amount of food. However, when the blocking troops sent by the Fu Han army erected a tarpaulin canopy on the position, and then aimed the muzzles of the six-barreled rocket launchers at the Qing army that was shouting and killing, everything was over.

The sound of the rocket artillery firing was not loud, and the tail flames that erupted from behind the muzzle of the cannon instantly raised the temperature in the tent by more than ten degrees, and the thick white smoke shrouded the entire tent, and one rocket shell after another shot out.

Ekorn clearly felt the ground shake beneath his feet, and the sound of an extremely large cannonball exploding told him that it was not a flowering shell in the usual sense, but a fire dragon shell.

The ground trembled continuously, and the stiff Ekorn mentally estimated the number of explosions, but he couldn't. The roar of such density was beyond the discerning limit of his ears, and he only knew that the smoke rose from the battlefield, and the black smoke after the explosion of the fire dragon bomb enveloped the entire battlefield.

The ground was shaking violently, and a huge wave of sound in the air poured into people's ears like water, and Zheng Wenzhi, the deputy commander of the First Division of the Jiangxi Army, was in his veins! Zheng Wenzhi, who was easily persuaded to surrender by Xie Hu's handwritten letter, is now also the deputy division commander. But Zheng Wenzhi knew that the foundation under his position was very empty, so he personally led troops this time to intercept the northward movement of the Qing army at Dagukou.

The shrapnel that exploded around it pierced through the human body like a sharp blade through the paper, mercilessly tearing and cutting everything he encountered, including heads, arms, legs and feet, and even the body of the Qing soldiers in two, decorating the battlefield with bright colors of blurred flesh and blood.

Countless moans and screams were clearly heard in the sound of the cannon that shook the eardrums.

"Brothers, follow me—"

Zheng Wenzhi was surrounded by the regimental commander of the first division, brigade and regiment of the Jiangxi Army, Zheng Wenzhi raised his arms and shouted, the regimental commander waved the military flag in the rain, and the soldiers of the regiment roared loudly, no one hesitated, and charged towards the chaotic Qing army with the sword and gun in his hand.

The rain turned the musket into something that was worse than a burning stick, but there were bayonets on the musket.

"Hold on! Hold me back—" Ecohen's nephew shouted loudly, and the officers on the front line of the Qing army also yelled. Ekorn sent follow-up troops to rush forward, but would that be enough for them to withstand?

The second batch of rockets and artillery shells were launched again, and at a distance of four or five hundred meters in front of the battle line of the Fuhan Army, countless explosion points converged into a flash of light, and countless voices condensed into a loud bang!

Firelight, gunsmoke, and a large column of gray-black earth rose up to flood the battlefield once again.

The smoke had not completely cleared, and the Fu Han army had already rushed over with swords and guns.

There were no explosions on the battlefield, there were fierce shouts of killing.

The rain was pouring down, and the muddy fields were blown up by rocket shells. The white blade reflected the cold light, shining little by little. Abandoning all hot weapons, hand-to-hand combat became the key to determining victory or defeat.

Zheng Wen rushed straight to the front, and the hat on his head didn't know where he threw it. Two rounds of rocket shells stained the yellow mud into absolute pitch black, attacking and counter-attacking, and filling the black with fresh blood. I don't know how many soldiers and officers have fallen on both sides, and if they fall down and pull with their hands, they may be able to catch a pale hand!

A Qing soldier who was only wearing a middle coat grabbed the waist knife and slashed Zheng Wenzhi, the red military uniform completely turned muddy and water-colored, Zheng Wenzhi, who was born in Wujinshi, was very good at martial arts, and he lightly blocked the waist knife that was split, and then smashed it on the throat of the Qing soldier. Qing Bing threw away his waist knife, his eyes were wide and wide, and when he fell to the sky, Zheng Wenzhi's punch broke his throat and even his neck bone.

Out of the corner of Zheng Wenzhi's eyes, he saw more Eight Banner soldiers holding swords and guns from the muddy pond-like position. Many of them were injured, and they were also rolling in the muddy water. There was also a stocky officer, brandishing a waist knife and shouting like a madman.

"Damn-" Cursing fiercely, Zheng Wenzhi took out a double-barreled handcuff from his waist with his left hand, and "bang bang......" aimed at the officer's direction is two shots. The soldiers of the Fu Han Army who followed behind him let out a firm shout, and one after another swords and guns passed over him and met him.

The two sides collided together and scuffled into a ball. The gunshots were incessant, and the screams were incessant.

In a desperate situation, the Qing army burst out with all its strength, and the sound of the sharp blade poking into the flesh and rubbing the flesh made people get goosebumps, but it sounded endlessly. Soldiers on both sides poured up in an endless stream, consuming each other as if human lives were not worth money.

Zheng Wenzhi didn't have time to reload the pistol, so he rushed forward with a big knife. He's an officer!

One of the Eight Banners was shot in the leg and was half-kneeling there, still yelling and waving his waist knife. Zheng Wenzhi approached him from the side and slashed straight at him, the blade slicing through the border between his left neck and shoulder.

The major artery on the side of the neck was cut in an instant, as if it had stagnated for an instant, and the column of blood suddenly rushed to the top of the old man, spraying Zheng Wenzhi's face with blood foam. It was drenched by the rain again, and most of it was washed away at once. Only the blood stains on the military uniform were deeper into the cloth pattern.

The Eight Banners screamed in his throat, clutching his neck and half-turning as if he wanted to stand up, and finally fell down.

The fighting lasted less than two quarters of an hour, and as the follow-up troops of the 1st Division of the Jiangxi Army arrived, the Qing army finally collapsed, and those who abandoned their guns and knives turned around and fled. These guys are no longer in formation, and they collapse behind the position like wandering spirits.

One by one, the four-colored dragon flags were trampled into the mud, and a blood tiger flag fluttered in the wind on the position that changed hands.

"Boom, boom—"

The sound of explosions reflected half of the night sky in the east sky, and the sound of explosions came from the direction of Dagukou, and Kui An'an was in pain.

The Qing army in the city of Grain was marching slowly on the muddy road fleeing north, and Kui'an carried twelve of the highest cannons, for each of which he prepared twelve horses to pull. Each cannon was dragged by the horse-drawn men, and in the midst of heavy rain and mud, they made a hard advance towards the north.

The Qing army in the military grain city is all Eight Banner soldiers, and the 'loyalty' is far purer than the Qing army in Dagukou. Under the heavy rain, the road was muddy, and no matter how fast you were riding, at least you would not throw off the twelve horse-drawn cannons. The horses neighed loudly, struggling to support their hind legs and pull hard, the horsemen waved their whips and shouted loudly, and the Qing artillerymen who rolled like mud monkeys crowded on both sides of the carriage, and they were also desperately pushing the wheels.

Ekorn burned himself and lit up the city of military rations.

When Quian heard the reply that Ekorn was about to break north, he knew it was his best chance.

So he decisively abandoned the military grain city and forced towards Lutai Town, which was Zunhua, where it was still the world of the Manchu Dynasty, and there was still a glimmer of life in his department.

After a rumbling cannon sound, the flowering shells quickly pierced through the white gunpowder smoke, and also passed through the dark night, turning into graceful arcs in the sky, accompanied by a sharp roar, and landed in the panicked Qing army column.

As soon as the rain in the sky stopped, the Fu Han army appeared in front of Kuian's army, and he had just looked at Lutai Town at this time.

The long tail whistle seemed to be still echoing in the ears, and the explosion of "boom-boom" was heard in the ranks of the Qing army. More than fifty light and heavy mortars fired at a rapid fire, and the shells fell as densely as rain.

Boom bang!

Every time a cloud of smoke rises into the air, a few or more unfortunate Qing soldiers are killed and wounded and bloodied. At this moment, the whole world seemed to tremble in the sound of explosions......

The air in Quian's chest seemed to freeze. The joy of seeing Lutai Town dissipate, and in the blink of an eye, he fell from above the nine heavens into the eighteenth-layer Abi Hell.

There was a faint fishy smell wafting through the air, it was the smell of blood.

The Qing army had artillery, but their twelve guns had not even had time to complete the dismantling at this time, and the soldiers were extremely tired, from last night to this afternoon, the Qing army did not eat a hot meal, and only rested in an abandoned village for two hours. He didn't dare to light the fire yet, for fear of being discovered by the Fu Han army.

The musketeers of the Fu Han army appeared, and from Kuian's point of view, these armies were obviously not the main force, whether it was the array or the rate of fire of the platoon guns, they could not even compare to the Eight Banners New Army, what was going on with the elite of the Fu Han army.

But the Qing army, which was already frightened by the rumbling cannons, was still beaten and had no power to fight back.

The Qing army is already full of corpses.

"On the bayonet, all on the bayonet." A small officer shouted loudly, while raising his saber in his hand.

"Brothers, the time has come to make a meritorious deed, and I will kill you......" another officer shouted.

"Tiger Tiger Tiger ......" I don't know how many people shouted in unison.

On the night of 15 March and the early morning of 16 March, the Qing army at Dagukou and the Qing army at Junliangcheng both chose to break through to the north, and the same army was annihilated in different places. The main generals, Okorn and Quian, die!

The Dagukou Fort suffered complete damage, but the waterway from Dagukou to Beijing was completely connected. (To be continued.) )