The spirit can be fanatical, and the blood can go to the brain, but the spirit alone cannot kill people.

Although Wang Yongqiang, in accordance with Wang Huan's instructions, instructed some people with clever tongues to mix in with the exiles who came from the co-packing, wantonly bewitched, coaxed and incited, and provoked these people's hostile feelings against the Qing court, it was indeed very effective, and it did not take much effort to mobilize the emotions of the exiles.

After the Ming court was driven out, the lives of the common people in Shaanxi did not improve, to a certain extent, but worsened, the original three major taxes of salary, liao salary and salary Dolgon for various purposes, did not cancel, continued to collect after the Ming Dynasty, aroused public resentment, and the shaving order of the anger of the heavens and the people was a barrel of oil poured on the raging fire.

Therefore, Wang Yongqiang's people easily made the displaced people angry, and rushed to the city wall of Xi'an like an invulnerable Boxer.

The spiritual frenzy came and went quickly, and when the artillery on the head of the city smashed large iron balls with the smell of gunsmoke, easily breaking down the flesh and blood into meat sauce, the spirit of the displaced people immediately collapsed.

Those who watched from a distance were certainly frightened, but the 5,000 people who felt it in person were frightened.

In the eyes of the ignorant outcasts, those fiery iron cannons and iron bullets are tantamount to the demon pestle in the hands of the heavenly soldiers and generals.

Seeing the homeless people who stumbled and cried their fathers and mothers running closer and closer, the leader of the team became grim in his gaze, and he looked sideways at the sergeant beside him.

The sergeant understood, raised his hand, and led more than a dozen soldiers to ride forward a few steps, and the luck dantian held his breath, and then shouted loudly together.

"The town marshal has an order, where you don't cower before the battle, cut it! Runaways, slash! If you have an order not to be honored, cut it! ”

"Those in front of you, don't retreat, otherwise military law will be ruthless!"

With the shouting, more than ten people opened their bows and set up arrows, and they all brushed a row of feather arrows and accurately shot not far in front of the fleeing refugees.

The feather arrow is nailed to the ground, the white feather at the end of the tail is on the yellow earth, which is particularly conspicuous, the wind blows the yellow sand, the white feather trembles, and it is very beautiful to shake and shake.

The leader squinted at the row of feathered arrows, and saw the outcasts continue to retreat regardless of it, stepping over the line of feathered arrows and trampling them under their feet.

The order of the town marshal? No kidding, it's an iron bullet in front, compared to it, the town marshal's order won't be fatal, right? And in this chaotic scene, how many people can hear the warnings of the soldiers is also a question.

"Listen to me!" The leader showed murderous intent in his eyes, and pulled out the long knife at his waist: "Follow me to supervise the formation!" ”

"Whoa!" The cavalry of more than a hundred people roared in unison, and the guns were raised.

The leader rode the horse forward, the legs clamped the horse's belly, the war horse began to trot, with the speed accelerating, the horse's legs hit the horse's belly more and more, the horse also ran faster and faster, in a short period of time, it has accelerated to the point of galloping, more than a hundred riders around him, closely followed the leader's side, forming a galloping horizontal line.

At this moment, the shelling of the city had stopped, and in the sound of rumbling horses' hooves, the wanderers who were running wildly were surprised to notice the cavalry that was rapidly approaching them, and were amazed.

The outcasts, who had no concept of military discipline, had no idea what these cavalrymen were going to do.

"Turn around and go back! Pick up the mud bag and fill the trench! The leader roared: "Kill those who don't follow!" ”

His horse was at the front, closing in on the fastest of the scattered and retreating outcasts.

He was a relatively young and strong man, with ordinary but no holes in his clothes, and was obviously not like an ordinary poor man, but should have been a man of business or study, and his brain was relatively clever, as can be seen from his position in the escape.

The long sword raised by the leader glistened coldly in the sunlight, and the man was so excited that he immediately realized that these cavalrymen were definitely not here to meet him.

He made a sharp brake under his feet, turned his body flexibly, turned around and ran, he heard clearly, and the horsemen on the horse told them to go back and carry the mud bags, otherwise they would be cut down.

Although the iron bullet is terrifying, after all, it is not shot now, but the knife in front of him is close at hand, which is more important than the other, you can know it when you think about it.

But it was not easy to turn back and run in the frenzied retreating crowd, and although the people were scattered, as soon as he turned back, he collided head-on with another man who was running for his life.

There were stars in the top of their heads, and both of them stumbled and fell to the ground, each other was furious, and they were sitting on the ground and were about to get up, when they suddenly felt that it was dark in front of them.

A healthy horse galloped in front of him, and the knight's figure was so big that it blocked the sun overhead, so that the two people sitting on the ground felt as if a cloud was floating to block the daylight, and they opened their mouths and were about to make a sound, and the bright arc of light split head-on.

The knife slashed twice, and cut off two heads.

The leader poked his long knife twice on the ground, strung its two heads on the tip of the knife, and raised them high.

At the same time, the cavalry in a horizontal column opened fire, like a flood dam, blocking the flow of people who retreated.

Knives and spears were used.

"Kill those who retreat!"

The leader shouted again: "Go back and fill the trench with mud bags, or you will not turn back!" ”

The cavalrymen followed the example of the leader, and strung the severed human heads on spears and spears, like a fence holding human heads, and like a fierce and vicious Shura, raised high in the air to shock the homeless.

The sudden slaughter, of course, suppressed the already mentally broken homeless people, who cried and fell to their knees and begged for the soldiers to give them a way out, because the artillery fire on the city was too fierce, and they would die if they continued to go forward.

The cavalrymen were unmoved, but only urged their horses to take a step forward.

The homeless people were desperate, and they stood up in grief, either gritting their teeth and running with all their strength in the direction of the city wall, hoping to run to the trench before the artillery fired, or they followed the flow of people and ran with the current, but did not know what to do. In short, the actions of the cavalry worked, and five thousand people turned around again.

The Qing soldiers at the head of the city became nervous, the displaced people who turned back and ran away were not terrible, the number of 5,000 people was not terrible, even if the moat was filled in, it was not terrible, that thing could only play a delaying role.

What is really terrifying is the means of the rebels in northern Shaanxi, which is the means of Li Zicheng and his ilk, as the original Ming army and the Qing army that is now defending the city, they can't be clearer.

At the beginning, the thief army wrapped the homeless people to attack the city, using this kind of move, bewitching the homeless people to fight the front, the real soldiers were behind, and the defenders of the city had to shoot artillery and arrows to repel the homeless, there were so many homeless people, they were killed, and when the city ran out of ammunition and food, the main combat power of the thief army would be on the field, and how many big cities and giants were captured in this way.

Meng Qiaofang on the bell tower, although he had been mentally prepared, his face was pale at the moment, and the most worrying thing was this matter, the rebels in northern Shaanxi really followed the example of the thief army and used such means.

"I didn't expect you Han people to use the method of driving people into the army." A voice sounded abruptly beside him, startling Meng Qiaofang, and when he looked back, it was Hahamu, this Tartar master didn't know when, and he also stood on the bell tower.

Hahamu saw Meng Qiaofang's face distorted, as if he was terrified, he snorted coldly, and said in a flash: "Lord Meng's face is so ugly? Could it be that he was frightened by the rebels? ”

Meng Qiaofang came to her senses, frowned, and said, "No, the lower officials are just anxious when they see that there are many thieves." ”

Ha Ha Mu pointed his big hand and sneered: "Lord Meng doesn't need to be like this, such a traitor, it seems that there are many people, but they are not beaten, and when the army of King Pingxi arrives, it can be easily pacified." ”

Meng Qiaofang secretly said in his heart, of course, but where is King Pingxi?

Thinking of this, he spoke: "Lord Ha is right, but looking at the posture of the rebels, the moat can be filled in today, and then the real siege of the rebels will begin, you and I have to fight hard, I don't know when King Pingxi will be able to return to the division?" ”

Ha Ha Mu frowned and said in a muffled voice: "I don't know! ”

At this moment, the city was roaring again, and the second round of shelling began, but the displaced people braved the artillery fire, and no one dared to turn back and flee, so they desperately picked up the mud bags on the ground, rushed to the edge of the trench like crazy, and threw them down. It's the same with whatever you throw down.

The wide and deep trench was gradually filled in a distance of nearly ten zhang wide.

The archers and bird commanders at the head of the city were not idle, the ditch was only ten zhang away from the city wall, and the bows and arrows and lead could be hit, and the wanderers who ran to the edge of the ditch like ants were live targets, and the archers and bird commanders easily drew their bows and raised their guns, aiming and shooting accurately.

The battle lasted for most of the day, and in the afternoon, the northern Shaanxi army sounded the gong and called the gold to withdraw the troops.

Wang Yongqiang was very satisfied, at the end of the day, it was a good start to fill a trench, although it cost nearly 3,000 people, but it was worth it.

Filling in the trenches is a kind of pressure, and the people in the city can know that these hundreds of thousands of people are not here for tourism, but really come to die.

He accepted it when he saw it, and ordered that in addition to sending soldiers to monitor the four gates of Xi'an to prevent the people inside from breaking through, the rest of the people continued to rush to repair the camp, and the camp must be built into an iron wall, and the trench surrounding the camp should be wide and deep, and they were about to catch up with the moat of Xi'an, which made the people below inexplicable: Are we here to attack the city, or are we here to repair the city?

…….

At this moment, in Wu Sangui's army, the atmosphere was tense, and a group of generals gathered together, gathered in the Chinese military tent, and argued endlessly around King Pingxi, who was sitting in the center.

(End of chapter)