In the smoke of the war, several horsemen galloped into Daijiazhuang. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Yu Du refers to, the commander of the army!"

A dusty herald handed the military order in his hand to Yu Shizhong. Yu Shizhong took it and glanced at it hurriedly, raised his head and said to the herald: "Please return to the marshal, I am here in Yu Shizhong, and Daijiazhuang is here!" ”

"Order!"

Several heralds gave Yu Shizhong a military salute, and without a moment's delay, they turned over and ran out in the smoke of gunpowder. Li Kuangming looked at the military order in Yu Shizhong's hand, and asked Chi: "Brother Yu, military order?" ”

"Dashuai said that Dai Jiazhuang is going to be lost, and he wants my head."

Yu Shizhong handed the military order in his hand to Li Kuangming, then rushed out with a knife, and said to the commanders: "Tell those thousands and hundreds of households that they can't hold Daijiazhuang, and the marshal wants my head in Yu Shizhong, and I want their head in Yu Shizhong!" ”

Looking at the back of Yu Shizhong who was far away in the smoke of gunpowder, Li Kuangming smiled bitterly, turned his head to look at the southeast, and after a long time, he retracted his gaze and rushed towards the direction of the fierce battle with his knife.

It was not only his father and brother Yu Shizhong who died in Hunhe back then, but also my Li Kuangming's father!

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There is a chastity archway in the north of Daijiazhuang, according to legend, it is the Yangzhou government specially built for a widow in the village to the imperial court during the Chenghua period, after more than 100 years of wind and rain, this archway is not decayed at all, it stands at the entrance of the village, witnessing the changes of Daijiazhuang for more than 100 years, witnessing the people in this Zhuangzi aging from generation to generation, and renewing from generation to generation. Now, this century-old archway bears witness to the bloodiest scene of this village in more than 100 years.

The rest of the Fifth Town A Brigade fought to the end with thousands of Qing troops under the leadership of Shangguan Yunjie, the brigade colonel, and finally suffered heavy casualties due to being outnumbered. At this moment, there are corpses everywhere under the torii. The Taiping Army and the Qing Army, the corpses were piled up with each other like this, and many people's eyes were staring at the boss, which was dead and blind.

In the pile of corpses, if you look closely, you will find that there are outstretched fingers moving slightly, and the corpses are trembling, which is the last futile struggle of people who are unwilling and unwilling to die in this world.

One by one, the living stepped on the corpses of the dead, continuing the life-and-death struggle. If the dead are finally freed, but the living are enduring the long hellish nightmare, perhaps, they also want to be free.

When the last soldier rushed to the Qing soldiers with desperate shouts, there were only two people sitting under the archway.

One is an officer, and the other is a soldier.

Shangguan Yunjie was seriously wounded, and his body was full of arrows like a hedgehog. He sat there, coughing incessantly, each cough bringing out a large amount of blood, covering his nose, mouth, and face.

Next to Shangguan Yunjie, sat the veteran oil son Zhang Erhu. He is a native of Guizhou, and he has no hobbies on weekdays, so he just smokes dry tobacco. He trembled and felt the dry tobacco pot tied around his waist, and then felt for the fire fold and lit the fire. When he lit the fire, his hands trembled so badly that he failed to light the fire several times in succession. The smoke pot was finally lit, Zhang Erhu took a big puff, and the smoke came out of his mouth and nose, making his face full of comfort. He took another greedy puff and let out a long smoke ring. In the smoke, countless Qing soldiers are walking under the archway.

I often walk by the river, how can I not get my shoes wet, it's just that I should have died ten years ago, and if I live for ten more years, what is there not to be satisfied with? Do you have to live like a coward all your life, cowardly, and run away by pretending to be dead? Anyway, I'm still hanging in the crotch of my pants, and I'm still a man. If it's a man, shouldn't he die on the battlefield? So many people have died, what is the point of living one?

Zhang Erhu smiled self-deprecatingly, and turned his head to look at Shangguan Yunjie, the brigade school next to him. This is a big official, he thought about how he would die, but he didn't expect that when he died, there would be a big official with him. Is this fucking worth it? Well, forget it.

The Qing army was getting closer and closer, and when they found that there were still two Taiping soldiers alive, and there seemed to be a senior official among them, the eyes of the commander of a green battalion lit up, and he was about to shout for his men to go down and capture them. But not far away, a Manchurian official whipped his horse on his horse, and "Guagua" said a few words, so the Qing army stopped advancing. Seeing this, he had no choice but to press the mind of grabbing the merit, and looked boredly at the two Taiping Kou who couldn't move.

It was Molohong who ordered the stop, but he didn't mean to persuade him to surrender, because the two Taipingkou didn't live long at first glance, he just wanted to see what the two Taipingkou who were about to die would do before they died. Is it suicide in despair or a fight to the death?

Seeing the Qing soldiers stop, after looking at them around, Zhang Erhu scolded in a low voice. Shangguan Yunjie on the side didn't scold anything, but struggled to find a piece of white paper tightly wrapped in a tarpaulin from his arms. There seemed to be words written on the white paper, but what, Zhang Erhu didn't know it, he couldn't read.

During this period in the Taiping Army, when the envoys of the An Army taught literacy, Zhang Erhu did not have the heart to learn. He always thinks that literacy is the business of a scholar, and what does he do as a soldier and eat food, so will he not be able to go to the show if he doesn't fight in the future? It's not a good thing to be a showman, and if you don't hear about the show, you can't tell if you meet a soldier. Therefore, it is better to be a soldier and be able to explain reasonably.

Shangguan Yunjie clenched the piece of paper tightly with his bloodstained hands. The paper was dripping with blood coming out of his mouth, flushing red.

It's all like this, Zhang Erhu is naturally not afraid of death, anyway, he is going to die soon, but the Lord of Qianhu stared at a piece of paper like a baby, but it made him curious. If he didn't understand the reason, he would probably die.

Mo Luohong and the Qing army were also very curious when they saw Shangguan Yunjie's actions. Molojon was particularly interested, wondering if someone should go and grab the paper to see what was written on it.

Shangguan Yunjie answered the doubts of the last soldier under his command, he turned his face lightly, and said to Zhang Erhu: "Do you know? ... I am a native of Mizhi, Shaanxi, and my hometown is by the Yellow River, and they all say that our mother-in-law is as beautiful as water, very beautiful... Ahem... It's beautiful..."

Zhang Erhu was stunned when he heard this, but he didn't interrupt Lord Qianhu, because he knew that Lord Qianhu still had something to say.

Sure enough, Lord Qianhu continued to say in pain at that word: "This is the handsome... A song that Da Shuai wrote for me, he... He said that this song is called "My Da Ming"... cough cough..."Because he said too much, it affected the injury of his lungs, and Shangguan Yunjie's mouth had more and more blood blisters.

"This song... Dashuai taught me to sing, very... Very good... Listen..."Shangguan Yunjie's breathing became more and more difficult, but he still had to say, no, he wanted to sing.

"A... A big river wave... Wide, the wind blows the rice flowers on both sides of the river... Ahem... I.. My family lives on the shore, and I am used to hearing the captain's horn and seeing the white sails on the ship... This is the heroic Da Ming, where I grew up..."

The singing stopped abruptly.

Zhang Erhu's head also drooped early, and the dry tobacco pot hung on the ground.

A white piece of blood-stained paper fell from his fingers, fluttered in the wind on the corpses, and finally scraped on the face of a Manchurian soldier.

(To be continued.) )