The Lanzhou rebellion subsided, but the pain brought to the locals by the Qing soldiers and the hostile forces of Gansu was firmly engraved in the history of Lanzhou City. The former streetscape market has become www.biquge.info a ruined wall, the peace and tranquility of the past have become a purgatory on earth, and the busy streets are deserted, and there is no longer the excitement of the past. Fathers are kind and filial to their sons, brothers and brothers are respectful, and they become yin and yang forever.

The defenseless Lanzhou City was ransacked by tens of thousands of rebels, and the loss of goods and goods must have been extremely painful, but the tragedy that occurred in the chaos was more than just a few goods. Life is the most precious thing, but it is also the most insecure thing in the midst of war.

Blood was dripping on the doorway, and the gate was open, such a scene abounded in Lanzhou City.

The weepings and tears of the people engulfed the entire city.

The rebellion turned the originally bustling street market into ruins, and the rebellion turned people's happy homes into the past.

Families have been turned into ruins, the magnificent Buddhist temples and Xingyue Temple have all suffered catastrophe, the charred and mutilated corpses are pressed by broken bricks and tiles, and the alleys are full of corpses, men, women, old people, and children. The bestial Qing army and the hostile armed forces in Gansu destroyed some of the goodness in the world.

The gates were broken, the beams and pillars were broken, the houses were broken, the bricks and tiles were all over the floor, and there was not half a minute of the weather to the west. In some places, there are still fires raging and everything has been burned to the ground.

The sun was obscured by dark clouds. I can't bear to witness the tragedy under me.

Crying, crying, and collapsing, I don't know how many people were buried in the ruins, how many people died in Lanzhou City, and there were dead souls everywhere.

Quite a few refugees gathered on both sides of the road. They had nothing but to look at the Qing soldiers patrolling the streets with hatred. They silently looked forward to it in their hearts, looking forward to the Fu Han army coming over as soon as possible.

Yongying's face is ugly now, and he was only told that Qiaomen Temple was burned. What did he do with it?

Will the rebels be held accountable? Who knows who did it? That's the self-chaos of the army. And by doing so, will it appease those h-people?

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At this moment, in western Sichuan, in the Aba region of later generations, when the battle of the Fu Han army against Lanzhou kicked off, the Dajinchuan Tusi Sonomu and the Xiaojinchuan Tusi monk Gesang faced the large area of the Fu Han army that suddenly appeared outside the mountain, and their faces were also blue and embarrassed.

At this time, the Fu Han army suddenly moved troops to the big and small Jinchuan, and the two armies attacked the small Jinchuan from Wenchuan and the arrow furnace, and the cannons were pulled outside, so the monk Gesang got the news, and hurriedly ordered the soldiers and horses scattered outside to retreat, and at the same time he personally led the army to rush here to support. There is also one thing that has just been reported, Dajinchuan Tusi Sonomu, who also personally led troops to the front line to support.

After Sonomu and Seng Gesang both rushed to the front line, they immediately sent a message to the Fu Han army, asking the Fu Han army to withdraw immediately. Although both of them trembled in their hearts, they still sent people to shout to Chen Yanxue to shout the will of Tuketu, as long as there was the will of Tibet, they would rather be arrested.

But it didn't work.

Chen Yanxue just asked the person to hand a letter to the mountain, giving Sonomu and the monk Gesang a day to think about either surrendering unconditionally or coming to fight. Not a word else. The attitude is not ordinary toughness!

It's nine o'clock in the morning, and in another hour, the time of the day given by Chen Yanxue will pass.

Sonomu and Seng Gesang didn't sleep all night, and several of their main generals also didn't sleep for a day, and their eyes were red like bloodshot glass beads.

"Treacherous Han people, treacherous Han people. They used us as spears, and used the lives of our Jinchuan warriors to level the surrounding Tusi territory. Then they let the cowards who had lost their land go to Lhasa and cry out, suppressing us in a loud voice, and finally taking action against us before the will of Tuktu came......"

Things have come to this point, what else does Sonom not understand? But it is precisely this kind of 'understanding' that makes everyone here angry, angry and cold. The Han people were obviously fully prepared and planned deeply, but they only realized it when they cut it down at the edge of the knife.

Monk Gesang's son, Lobsang Ke, slapped the table fiercely, "The Han people don't talk about credit, we can't surrender." Our warriors were not afraid of the guns of the Han at all. The Great and Small Jinchuan had obstacles that even apes could not overcome, and when they were lost, we retreated deeper into the mountains, just like our grandfather did back then. The sharp dagger in Lobsang Ke's hand was plunged into the flesh, and the bowl with the barley wine inlaid with honeysuckle fell to the ground, but it was not broken, for it was made of a human skull.

It is made from the skull of Shaka, the leader of the Malbon Tusi of Koganegawa. During the fighting in late winter last year, Shaka was personally beheaded by Lobsanque. This Tusi, who was very respectful to Tantra, gave enough face to the mediation of Zhang Jia III, but unfortunately his opponent did not follow the rules at all, and he not only lost all his wealth, but also lost his own life.

As the first toast leader to be killed in the war, Lobsang was thrilled to remove Shaka's skull and have the best craftsmen make the bowl for himself.

Monk Gesang closed his eyes, how many treasures and slaves did he and Sonomu send to the monks and nobles of Tibet in the past year in order to seek the support of Tibet? Now it's all in vain.

And he even had an intuition in his heart that he told the monk Gesang that they might not be able to hold out until next year, until the will of the Great Hutu Ketu came.

But he could not oppose the determination of the people, in which case the fate that awaited him would be absolutely tragic. Just as Seng Gesang was unwilling to spit out the land and slaves he had gotten out again, how could the leaders of his subordinates be willing to take back the fat in the bowl? An hour passed quickly.

Chen Yanxue, who served as the commander of the mountain division, waved his hand, and there was no white flag erected on the mountain, which should have made him very unhappy, but in fact it made him breathe a sigh of relief. "God forbid, these barbarians have not surrendered." Otherwise, the exploits of their mountain division will fly again.

Now he has a complete artillery regiment under his command, including 24 heavy guns with 15 pounds of ammunition alone, and a rocket unit. Since last year's decision to fool Jinchuan, Sichuan has hoarded a large number of rockets, no matter how small or small, and they can eat all of them.

"Concentrated fire, carpet bombing."

After receiving the order, the commander-in-chief of the artillery turned his tense face into a flower, and waved his hand to the flag soldier with a smile, and it was time to wave the red flag. The battle of the Fu Han army against Jinchuan will no longer consume the most basic human lives in the war, but artillery shells, but the powerful military industrial force of Chen Han. They want the entire Sichuan toast to recognize one fact - the power of industry cannot be stopped by mountains! Countless ammunition, inexhaustible ammunition, overwhelmingly hit the mountains, one shell after another exploded, and the eyes were full of fire.

An artillery regiment plus part of the artillery of the 1st Division made a total of 130 cannons, and there were 40 large-caliber mortars.

The great power of nature has given Xiaojinchuan absolutely favorable defensive terrain, but can this withstand the continuous artillery fire of the Han army?

This is a showdown between the power of nature and the ultimate destructive power of modern humanity. Is the mountains of nature superior, or is the destructive power of humans breaking through the sky?

The bombardment began on July 22, 146 years of Chongzhen.

The balloon is the eye of the artillery team, and the balloon team flying at a height of fifty meters has already found prey for the artillery team. When the red order flag fell, there was suddenly a storm-like flash in the world of green mountains and white mist! Hundreds of explosions of flames were like small suns, completely dispelling the mist floating in the mountains, followed by the violent trembling of the earth, and the roar like thunder!

It was like a landslide in myths and legends, and the people in the lobby, such as Sonomu, Seng Gesang and Lobsang Ke, were all startled. When had they ever heard such a heavy shelling?

The mountains are shaking, and the lobby of their head is shaking.

This is the roar of the powerful artillery cluster of the Fu Han Army! With more than 100 cannons and countless rockets, such a bombardment force, the entire Asian Fu Han Army is unique!

A huge roar rang out, and the whistling sound of a hurricane reaching the ears of every toast watching in array. The mountains are burning, and the earth is trembling. Rockets and flowering bombs exploded, kicking up dust into the sky. The wrath of the god of war has brought everything here to ruin.

Such a powerful bombing force is inseparable from the efforts of the transport troops. The mountains and rivers were all broken in front of him, and Chen Yanxue, who had such a huge military force in his hands at this moment, raised his chin unconsciously.

This is the influence of combat effectiveness, holding such a powerful 'person' in his hand, in front of the western Sichuan toasts, that is a god walking in the world.

The Tibetans in the depths of the valley are present, silent. The anger on the faces of Sonomu and Lobsang Ke froze, and the anger of everyone in the hall stopped, and the cottage outside the lobby was trembling, and everyone's ears were filled with the sound of rolling cannons like thunder, and they couldn't stop it!

I don't know how many people knelt on the ground and prayed to the Buddha in another dimension, and these ignorant people thought that the gods were sending down their own angry thunder.

The hill leading to the core area of Xiaojinchuan faced the front of the artillery position of the Fu Han Army, and there were bursts of explosions. Dozens or hundreds of bombing points appeared at the same time, and the smoke and burning flames completely changed the mountain.

There is no time interval between large and small flashes, like a torrential rain washing over the slopes of a mountain.

Those rockets, even in the daytime, were dazzling, like countless meteors falling from the nine heavens. Drown all the stone antlers designed and built by the local Tibetans in the sea of fire!

The fortifications were blown up into the sky, and the stone barricades that had been painstakingly laid out were swept away with great force. The worst thing is the native soldiers who were originally hiding in the stone bar, and the casualties are not too large. Because the stone is the focus of the artillery bombardment of the Fu Han army, there are naturally stumps and broken arms flying around, and the wailing and crying do not stop.

The shrapnel is sharper than the scythe of death, reaping life with impunity!

The soldiers were completely stunned by the extreme firepower. The tragic fate of their bombed flesh and blood was the same as the surrender attitude of the toasts in western Sichuan outside, and they were recognized early.

Some of the little Jinchuan native soldiers who had crossed the mountain were like frightened ducks, running for their lives, throwing away all their weapons and everything, and shouting hoarsely, venting the infinite horror in their hearts.

The battle of Jinchuan was not difficult at all, and the Fu Han army relied on artillery and rockets to sweep across the entire Jinchuan. The Tusi of western Sichuan all bowed their heads, and Wu Xueli, who supervised the affairs of the four Cs, began to work on the transformation of the land and return to the river in western Sichuan before the battle of Jinchuan was over. Pang Zhenkun, a good friend who had been transferred back to Nanjing from Guangx, wrote him a private letter that it was best to complete the land reform and return to the river in western Sichuan before the end of the year. Regardless of the actual dominance, the name is set first, so that Wu Xueli's position as the fourth C governor can really sit firmly.

At the same time as this battle, Ning X's central defense battle was fought.

"Whoosh-" In a sharp whistle, a deafening explosion rang out one after another in the Gan hostile cavalry and the small Qing cavalry group behind them.

"Whoosh-" The sound sounded in his ears, and an iron bullet also grazed Dong Wei's cheek, and he immediately felt a heat on his bearded left cheek.

In the cavalry battle on both sides, the Fu Han army used a few mortars to fire rapidly at all speed, and the Qing army also fired bullets one after another.

"Don't stop, don't stop, the Han dog is right in front of us. Let's rush forward, tear them all to shreds, and send them all to hell—" These Gan's hostile cavalry were really brave, and groups of horses fell in the explosion, but the latecomers roared fearlessly, and kept charging and charging.

The guns rang out like fried beans, and the cavalry on both sides fell one by one in the sound of gunfire, and the bloody corpses of men and horses fell to the ground. But the distance between the two sides is also rapidly narrowing.

The clatter of horses' hooves rang out in the ears of the cavalrymen on both sides.

The galloping horses, the sabers, and the two sides are very traditional oriental cavalry. Muskets were dropped as soon as they were fired.

The sound of gunfire was drowned out by the loud sound of charges.

"Charge—"

"Charge—"

Thousands of cavalrymen brandished their sabers, urging the horses under their hips to sprint rapidly. In the next moment, flesh and blood flew sideways.

The wailing sound of the war horse was endless, and Dong Wei didn't even know the crisp sound of bones cracking coming from under the hooves of his mount, whether the person or corpse that was trampled on by the war horse was his own person or an enemy.

Rush, rush, rush!

Fight your way out of the encirclement and kill your enemies.

In the end, when he rushed out of the battlefield to make a group, Dong Wei looked at the team behind him, was it three hundred or two hundred?

It doesn't matter. The important thing is that he is killed, and he can take the small troops behind him to find the enemy's weak point and plunge hard.

"Brothers, kill me with me......" After taking the horse team behind him for a small half circle, Dong Wei inserted himself into the battlefield again from the oblique.

In the distance, the banner of the infantry brigade of the Qing army seemed to be faintly visible. In front of them there was only one battalion of the Fuhan army horses, numbering three or four hundred horsemen.

Su Tu held a telescope in his hand and looked at the Fu Han army from a distance, with a leisurely look on his face.

He is very satisfied with the current pace of the march.

"My lord, why don't you hurry up and reinforce the central defenders?"

Su Tu glanced at the person who spoke, and gave two words in his heart: stupid. "Why are you going so fast? Rushing to death? "Waiting for the centre-back to lose both is the best chance?

Now they hurried up, in addition to frightening the cavalry of the Fu Han army to flee far away, it was to give those bandits a long face, and they defeated the cavalry of the Fu Han army.

"But now ......" Sutu thought that he was a fool, but if he had been a fool, he would have died on the battlefield.

"What now? Even now, it's good that these bandits are dead. Remember, if you are not of my race, your heart will be different. ”

If it weren't for the great god of the Fu Han Army in this world, these bandits of Gan S would be the world of the Qing Dynasty. The bandits who are said are the real good bandits.

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