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Duan Xiulin persevered in this difficult 'torture' for 12 days, and the huge change in his thinking was like a bombardment from outside day after day, and a wave of bosi was like a wave of cannonballs, and finally broke the last resistance of his will, and then he gave in. And when he was linked to the Fu Han Army for the first time, when the news of the Fu Han Army was delivered to him exactly, Duan Xiulin looked at the small bamboo tube with a very frightened look.

A small bamboo tube weighs only a few dollars, but he is like holding a thousand catties of boulders, and the cool little bamboo tube is more like a hot magma, and his hands are about to burn.

Hiding in his bedroom, Duan Xiulin didn't close his eyes for a minute that night, he reached out again and again to touch the small bamboo tube, and again and again as if touching the blazing iron, he quickly retracted his hand.

Chen Ming didn't know that Duan Xiulin had lost three or four pounds in the following days, and his two eyes were covered with smoky makeup. Duan Xiulin once hoped that his 'sneaky' would be discovered by Feng Sheng's forehead, and then cut off his head mercilessly. For the sake of his own life, the Fu Han Army will definitely ensure the safety of his children and grandchildren.

However, Feng Sheng, whose spirit has been burning, has not noticed his 'wrongness' at all, and has been directing people to demolish houses and build barricades and forts.

And An Ming, who was assigned by Feng Sheng's forehead to be his deputy, is even more of a waste who can't hold on!

The heavy pressure had not yet crushed Duan Xiulin, so he first defeated An Ming mentally.

Of course, Duan Xiulin's lieutenant An Ming did not 'give in' to the Fu Han army, because he was a Manchu bannerman, and his old surname was Guerjia, and he couldn't help but be strong at this point.

But the price paid by An Ming was also huge, and Duan Xiulin almost couldn't recognize An Ming in front of him later. Is this still the 'ethics that everyone calls him'?

The person in front of him was just a terrible ghost dressed in An Ming's flesh and skin.

Duan Xiulin can't forget An Ming's 'handling' of the dead Zhejiang soldiers these days, two of them were just because the soldiers got up in the middle of the night to pee, and the people who were anxious to urinate did not ask for a sign from the person on duty at night, and then the two of them were unfortunately bumped into by An Ming, and were beaten alive with military sticks in front of the small number of people in the Zhejiang army in Xiyingmen.

Duan Xiulin had also heard that a female corpse had been lifted out of An Ming's room at night, and there was more than one.

There will be no women in the army under General Feng Sheng'e, but there are still women in Changzhou City. Most of the Changzhou people fled the city before the war, but there were always some Changzhou people who were reluctant to leave their homes and stayed in the city.

And then these people are in trouble these days.

The female corpse carried out of An Ming's room was not the only one, and there was more than one Guerjia An Ming in the entire city of Changzhou. Feng Sheng's subordinates have 1,000 new troops of the Eight Banners, and there was a battle outside the East Gate, and now there are more than 800. There are 3,000 banner soldiers in Hangzhou, and there are so many banner men and military attachés in the army. And it's not just the flag man who does such bastard things.

This phenomenon was told to Chen Ming by Duan Xiulin, because it was the most direct manifestation of the low morale and confusion of the Qing army in the city. Chen Minghui's letter outlined the situation in one sentence: madness before death.

This is the ugliness of human nature. The madness before the Great Destruction.

Don't look at today's fun, I'm afraid of pulling the list later. This kind of person does not care about the Manchus and Hans, even if he surrenders in the future, he will be beheaded.

"Hehe, Lord Junmen, is this a sudden enlightenment? Unexpectedly......" An Ming saw the difference between Duan Xiulin today at first glance, he didn't have the slightest military spirit in his whole person, how could this be?

Duan Xiulin joined the army as a young man, and he has been crawling and rolling in the army for 40 years, and the murderous spirit of the army and the prestige of the military general have been engraved into his bones.

But now Duan Xiulin looks like a squire who lives in a happy home.

Duan Xiulin looked at An Ming and smiled, a very harmless smile.

"It's like a ...... Rich and noble people in the countryside. Lord Junmen, this is ......" An Ming was very surprised, very, very surprised, he really thought that Duan Xiulin had understood what kind of life avenue. Otherwise, how could it have changed overnight?

Duan Xiulin looked at An Ming with his eyes, revealing an emotion that could not be expressed in words, and he could never turn back after taking this step, but he had already thought it through. I also know that it is best to be 'categorical' in doing things. "A rich man in the countryside? With your auspicious words, it is enough for the old man to be a wild man in the countryside for the rest of his life. "After today, Duan Xiulin will also say goodbye to the battlefield. To be able to live under the rule of the Fuhan Army as a complete family, to be safe and sound, and to make fun of grandchildren is the greatest happiness.

An Ming, whose eyes were completely focused on Duan Xiulin, didn't know that behind him and his Changsui, Goshha, far or near, there were already Duan Xiulin's personal soldiers standing.

Duan Xiulin didn't sigh, nor did he close his eyes, but just waved his hand very calmly. Then the sound of the steel knife unsheathed sounded behind An Ming and the others, but before they could react, the bright sword light had already tasted the blood of these people.

A puff of blood splashed on Xiyingmen, An Ming's head fell to the ground, and his mouth was still wide open.

He must have been very puzzled by Duan Xiulin's choice, but he would never have a chance to ask again.

In Xiyingmen, Changzhou, rows of earthen bags and sandbags are piled up on the bright city wall. The female walls on the city wall have all been broken, how can the bare city wall stand people? You can only pile it up with dirt bags and sandbags. But this thing is even more unreliable than the original female wall.

A platoon of Qing soldiers stood upright on the Xiying Gate, and they threw shotguns and broadswords and spears from the city.

"Up, on, on......"

Below the city, the attacking troops of the Fu Han army carried a long ladder and swooped towards the city wall around Xiyingmen. The sound of guns and fighting has sounded in the distant position, and the entire west city wall is guarded by Qing soldiers, and the pounce of the Fu Han army immediately attracted the attention of the Qing army in other positions.

Under the command of the officer, the Qing soldiers at both ends pressed towards the Zhejiang soldiers in the middle, and then the battle began.

Pan Mancang was the first to climb the Xiying Gate, he did not wield a knife and gun in his hand, nor did he hold a bayonet, but held a battle flag of the first garrison division, a green battalion pennant was pulled from the city by him, and then the red red flag fluttered at the head of Changzhou City.

"The city is broken, the city is broken......"

Duan Xiulin's Zhejiang soldiers, who had been arranged earlier, suddenly shouted at this time, rolling towards the east, shouting wildly along the way: "The city is broken, the city is broken......"

The artillery positions outside the city of "Boom ......Boom Boom Boom" also opened fire at a timely time, and instead of using flowering shells, they all fell far into the city of Changzhou. Duan Xiulin's Zhejiang soldiers were all guarding the Xiying Gate, and the cannonballs crossed the Xiying Gate and hit the houses and streets in the city. The frequency of fire from each cannon was slow, slow, but the cannon still sounded. Who let there be so many cannons outside Changzhou?

"Rush, ......"

The wolf-like Fu Han army rushed along the city wall to both sides, the convenient and fast mortar has been sent to the city, and the fighting Zhejiang soldiers have withdrawn from the first line, and then surrendered their weapons in the urn city, and obediently squatted on the flat ground in the urn city. After half an hour of transport, the blocked Xiyingmen City Gate was completely emptied, and Duan Xiulin drove out of the city with the Zhejiang soldiers in the city.

The soldiers of the Fuhan Army of the brigade poured into Changzhou along the city gate.

"The tide has come!" Chen Ming clapped his hands briskly. For Duan Xiulin, who played an important role during this period, he seemed so pleasant. It's just that he scoffed at Duan Xiulin's 'wish', "The old general Hugh must forget the sticky pole of the Manchu Dynasty!" ”

Just as the dark camp has the nature of assassination, there are also assassinations at the sticky pole.

If Duan Xiulin really didn't do anything, he just wanted to be a country savage, how many days would their family live?

Duan Xiulin's face stiffened suddenly. "Confused, confused." Otherwise, why would he have forgotten the sticky rod of the Manchu Dynasty?

"Haha, the old general wants to let go of Manan Mountain and enjoy the joy of the countryside, how simple it is. When my Han army sweeps China and washes away the dust, the old general will have time to enjoy himself. ”

"Then His Highness can sweep the world for a few years?"

"What does the old general think?"

"The old man is nearly sixty years old, and he feels that his body and bones are still healthy, and he can hope for his old age. His Royal Highness wants to make the old decay peaceful and the joy of the countryside, and there are only ten years to use. Duan Xiulin looked at Chen Ming cautiously.

Chen Ming looked at the morale of the ice in Changzhou City, and smiled very happily, "Why ten years." In two or three years, our army can enter Beijing; For five or six years, the Manchu Qing Dynasty could turn to ashes. Zhu Hongwu was called the queen of Jianwu back then, and it only took five years to sweep the world...... "Ten years? That's too long, in addition to China, there are also European foreigners in this world. There is Russia in the north of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and the greedy polar bear, it is better not to let them have time to hook up with the Manchus.

Although the polar bear is fighting with the Ottomans holding high the star and moon banner.

"Full warehouse, slow down, pay attention to the battle surface, don't rush too deep."

"Captain, the tartars are too sloppy. It's just mud, and you can wear it as soon as you tie it! ”

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and young tigers that have just seen blood are ten times more courageous than calves. Pan Mancang is such a young tiger, after rushing into Changzhou City with the team, he was worried about the barricades and obstacles in Changzhou City at first, but when he found that the Qing soldiers hiding behind the barricades were all vulnerable and rotten, he no longer had any fear.

Grenades, bayonets!

If it weren't for his team officer holding him, Pan Mancang would have left behind even the tiger squat cannon and mortar cannon.

Relying only on grenades + bayonets, he passed through layers of panicked and panicked Qing soldiers like chopping melons and vegetables, and killed the Changzhou Mansion and the center of Changzhou Mansion.

"Ready, put-"

Ayintu was followed by the 508 Banners New Army, and behind the Eight Banners New Army was the head of the pro-army camp of Feng Sheng. Now there are only so few people in his hands who can command. The other troops fell apart after the Fu Han army broke the city, not to mention that they were transferred to resist the Fu Han army, that is, the structure was completely messy.

"Bang ......"

The battle of Changzhou was carried out to the last moment, and the Qing army fired a neat row of guns. The figures of the soldiers of the Fu Han Army were already faintly visible, and the grenades shrouded the smoke in the sight of the flag soldiers.

"Follow me, follow me. Hurry, hurry—"

Pan Mancang didn't think that the Eight Banners New Army on the other side was anything special, just because it was a good look. Taking advantage of the rising smoke of gunpowder, he jumped and rushed forward with his soldiers. The soldiers of the Fu Han Army behind him naturally did not let their platoon commander charge alone, and the high sound of killing suddenly broke out.

In the Changzhou Mansion, Yin Jishan and Feng Sheng's foreheads sat opposite each other, and there was a bottle the size of a snuffbox on the table in front of them, but it was not snuff, but terrible arsenic.

Changzhou is finished.

Who would have thought that Duan Xiulin, who was the governor of a province, would defect to the enemy? Xiying Gate suddenly opened, the Fu Han army swept all the way, and the recruits of the Eight Banners outside were so many, even if they were covered in iron, how long could they stop the Fu Han army? In the end, they are going to be faithful today.

Yin Jishan's face was gray and cold, and Feng Sheng's face was as grim as a rock, but it was endless chagrin in his heart. After the Battle of Danyang, he should not continue to stay in Changzhou, but should retreat and retreat in great strides. In that case, even if the emperor wants to cut off his head, the Qing Dynasty still has contacts and soldiers in Jiangnan. Instead of being like this, this Jiangnan was taken by the Fu Han army bloodlessly!

"Smack!" A shot knocked down a Fu Han soldier who rushed to him, and Ayintu dropped his empty handcuff and swung his saber to cut off the head of the fallen Fu Han soldier. The volley of the Eight Banners New Army did not hit a few rounds before it was blown up by the mortar artillery troops who arrived behind and had to take the initiative to attack, and then the two sides were agitated.

But one of the soldiers of the Fu Han Army fell, and there were two and a third...... The 10th soldiers of the Fu Han Army rushed up. Ayintu's Eight Banners New Army has fallen by a third, and there are already chaotic pro-soldiers, and the Fu Han army shouted that the Han army surrendered without killing, so that the pro-army soldiers of Fengsheng's forehead saw a glimmer of life. Aren't they bannermen?

Only the New Army of the Eight Banners was fighting to the death, some of them died under guns, some died under flowering shells, some died under grenades, and many more died in bayonet battles.

The soldiers of the Fu Han army were still crowded, and the sound of gunfire came from all directions. The blood of the recruits of the Eight Banners kept flowing all the time, and the men and horses of the Fu Han Army were dark and shadowy, and they did not decrease at all.

How long can eight hundred and eight banner recruits, attacks from all directions, last? The whole of Changzhou was taken by Chen Wei, right? Otherwise, how could the government be besieged from all sides?

After the Battle of Taizhou, the Eight Banners recruits [the remnants of the 1,000 people interspersed with Hailancha] were sent back to Beijing, and with Hailancha all the way, the remaining 2,000 Eight Banner recruits were given to Rong Bao for 1,000 points, and he also took away 2,000 Jiangning banner soldiers.

In the Battle of Changzhou, in addition to the horse team, Feng Sheng's forehead also held 1,000 new troops of the Eight Banners and a full 3,000 Hangzhou bannermen.

The 3,000 Hangzhou banner soldiers were scattered inside and outside the city of Changzhou as a supervising army, and they also suffered heavy losses that night, and now they have not shown any waves when the Fu Han army has entered the city. More than 800 Eight Banner recruits were clutched in Feng Sheng's hands, and now they can still make a last resistance for him.

"Rush, rush forward with me—" Pan Mancang roared as he waved his saber in his hand. His officer died, fell in front of him, and fell on the eve of the final victory in the Battle of Changzhou, Pan Mancang was unprepared, and this commander, whom he regarded as his father and brother, went like this. This bad news was like a berserk potion, which made Pan Mancang go crazy. After being a little stunned, Pan Mancang threw away the rifle bayonet in his hand and picked up the officer's waist knife, "Kill!" Kill! Kill! "Today there is only 'killing; in order to vent the anger of the volcano eruption in his heart.

The sound of gunfire has long been sparse, and bayonet battles and hand-to-hand combat have become the main body on the battlefield. One soldier was stabbed down, but the warrior behind him still rushed forward without fear. Until death or victory!

"Ahh

Blood trickled down his arm, Pan Mancang slammed diagonally, knocked the flag soldier who had just stabbed him to the ground, and grabbed the waist knife with his left hand and slashed downward.

"Kill, keep moving forward—"

Several soldiers around Pan Mancang couldn't help but stop when they saw him injured. Pan Mancang himself was unimpressed, his eyes glared at the soldiers who had stopped, and shouted loudly. "Don't stop, rush with me, rush with me-"

"Cut off Feng Sheng's head to avenge the team officer!"

"Victory is at hand—" (To be continued.) )