"Don't take prisoners, don't take a single one"

The heavy casualties in the rear battalion made Zhou Shixiang subconsciously want to kill the prisoners, otherwise he could not avenge the old and weak women and children who died, and he could not alleviate the flames of anger of the soldiers in the front battalion.

With the control of the situation, many soldiers in the front battalion have known the death of their relatives, and the soldiers are also people, and the men do not flick their tears when they have tears, but in the face of the corpses of their relatives, no matter how hard the heart is, it is impossible for them not to be moved, nor can they not cry bitterly.

In Yutai Temple, at the foot of Guifeng Mountain, there were already the cries of the sergeants, and the campers who had escaped death were also grief and indignation again after the initial joy and joy.

The miserable cries of those looking for their fathers, mothers, sons, and daughters floated in Guifeng Mountain, making people feel uncomfortable.

Zhou Shixiang did not send people to stop the cries of the campers, nor did he force the soldiers who were crying bitterly to put down the bodies of their relatives and return to their ranks, Zhou Shixiang is also a human being, he can understand the taste of losing relatives, and can understand how they feel when they see the corpses of their relatives.

Military law will not be used in this scene, Zhou Shixiang can only try to ask the hundreds of households to send those soldiers who have no relatives in the back camp to carry out the task, and leave a little time for those men to cry.

On that day, he was grief-stricken in front of the empty tomb outside Xinhui City, and he didn't cry out just because his tears had long since dried up, and his throat had already been hoarse.

However, how to deal with the Qing prisoners has become a big problem in front of Zhou Shixiang, and the execution of all these prisoners seems to be the most effective way for his subordinates to vent their anger and comfort the hearts of the people, but it is the least cost-effective way to deal with them.

The rear battalion died only more than 200 men, and the casualties of the front battalion were almost a reorganized battalion, and taking Guifeng Mountain was not the end of the Taiping army, the next target of the Taiping army was the extremely strong Xinhui City. It was Xiangshan County, the Qing army in the entire Guangzhou, and even the Qing army in the whole province of Guangdong. Therefore, Zhou Shixiang needs to be replenished with soldiers, and he needs human lives to fill the upcoming battles again and again. In the absence of a large number of civilians enthusiastically joining the army, he could only be realistic, he needed these prisoners.

"Let's follow the example of Gaoyao City."

Zhou Shixiang looked at Tie Yi, who didn't understand, with some guilt, shook his head, and ordered Shao Jiugong to take all the captives to the Thousand Hands Hall

After the 415 prisoners of the Green Battalion and 46 prisoners of the banner soldiers were taken to Senjutang, they were immediately divided into two sides by the Taiping army.

In addition to the captured officers, who pretended to be dead and were found, there were also general Wang Wu, who was wounded. Su Xianting, the leader of the Han Army Banner, had run away, but his Goshha Zhao Quan did not die. Instead, he was blown off a hand, which would have been taken over as well. Because of the excessive blood loss at the severed hand, Zhao Quan's face was extremely pale.

Surrounded by Shao Jiugong, Wu Mazi and Wang Youxi, 100 households in the Xiongwei Battalion, Tie Yi of 100 households in the camp, Zheng Tiezhu and Zheng Daniu and other officers, Zhou Shixiang, who was dressed in a strong suit, came to Qianshou Hall.

After glancing at the banner soldiers with their heads drooping, Zhou Shixiang's eyes fell on the panicked crowd of green camp soldiers, he took two steps forward, without half a word of nonsense, and said: "The green camp is all Han." My Ming Taiping Army is also a Han Chinese, so those who are willing to surrender in the battalion will be accepted by our Taiping Army. Now those who wish to descend kneel, and those who do not wish to descend stand. ”

"I'm waiting for my wish to surrender, I'm already willing to surrender!"

As soon as Zhou Shixiang's words fell, the battalion soldiers knelt down in a large area, and only a few dozen were still standing, and the two green battalion officers Lin Youxian and Wang Wu were also among them.

"Will you not surrender to me?"

Zhou Shixiang looked coldly at these dozens of battalion soldiers who refused to kneel, and under his forced gaze, seven or eight more battalion soldiers bowed their heads and knelt down. Lin Youxian and Wang Wu still didn't move, and the former had a strange look on his face. The latter was dismissive.

"Do you descend or not?"

Zhou Shixiang raised his right hand lightly and pointed at Wang Wu with a disdainful expression. He's going to make an example of the monkeys.

"Lao Tzu is a good man, how can you surrender to you thieves!"

Facing Zhou Shixiang's gaze. Wang Wu was not afraid, sneered, his neck was stalked, his green tendons were flared up, and he said proudly: "Life is a Qing person, death is a Qing ghost, you thief Hugh wants Lao Tzu to surrender, if you want to kill or listen to the respect, if Lao Tzu frowns half a minute, it is her little mother. Raised! ”

Zhou Shixiang's eyebrows rose sharply, and he high-fived and praised: "What a man, there is a kind!" ”

The end of the word "kind" is still dragging on, and there is already a long knife in his hand, and after the knife light, a column of blood suddenly erupts from Hu Quan's neck, and then looks at how far his head has rolled down.

Zhou Shixiang put the knife in his hand, glanced at Wang Wu's brows, and said with sincere admiration: "The eyebrows are really not wrinkled, it is indeed not raised by a little lady, come on, carry this good man down and bury it alive." ”

"You!"

Lin Youxian was frightened by this sudden scene, and knelt on the ground with a "plop", and his head kept knocking on the ground: "The general spares his life, the general spares his life, the small one is willing to surrender, the small one is willing to surrender!" ”

"What about you!"

Zhou Shixiang ignored Lin Youxian, who kowtowed, and pointed at the green battalion soldiers who were still standing with a knife, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, but there was no smile on his face, and his appearance was really terrifying.

"It's down, it's down, I'm waiting for it!"

"We are also Han Chinese, and we don't want to help the Tartars to abuse, but now we are accepted by the Great Tomorrow Army, and we are willing to return!"

This group of still standing battalion soldiers had the intention to surrender, but because Lin Youxian and Wang Wu had not yet surrendered, they stood hard-headed, and now they saw that the general of the Ming army waved his hand and cut off the head of the general Wang Wu to the ground, and Qian Zong kept kowtowing on the ground like a soft egg, where is there really not afraid of death, why is the Qing Dynasty martyred, and he immediately "plopped" and knelt down.

The performance of the battalion soldiers made Zhou Shixiang very satisfied, he nodded, his eyes slowly fell on the faces of the 46 flag soldiers, he could clearly see that these flag soldiers were not much stronger than the battalion soldiers, which would make most people's faces full of fear, looking at Zhou Shixiang to them, there were more than a dozen people on the spot who were so frightened that they immediately knelt on the ground and shouted that they were willing to surrender, lest this murderous Ming army thousand households would take them to the knife.

Seeing this, Zhao Quan, who was holding the broken arm and gritting his teeth, saw this, and regardless of the injuries on the broken arm, he suddenly pointed at the dozen or so flag soldiers who knelt on the ground and surrendered with his other hand, and scolded: "You eggless cowards, there are only Manchurian warriors who died in battle. There is no surrender of the Eight Banners! Get up for Lao Tzu, get up for Lao Tzu, like a man. Don't fucking be like a bitch, get up! ”

No matter how Zhao Quan scolded angrily. How to scold, the kneeling flag soldiers just refused to get up, and the two flag soldiers who picked up a life in the back mountain scolded him Zhao Quan in turn, scolding him for not having righteousness, if he hadn't blocked the road, the brothers would not have called the Taiping army to arrest him, so angry that Zhao Quan's bloodless face suddenly became iron and blue.

"Shut up, shut up for me!"

Zhou Shixiang snorted violently. The flag soldiers immediately shut up obediently, leaving Zhao Quan staring at them angrily, as if they wanted to eat these people.

Zhou Shixiangqiang pressed the anger in his heart, glanced at Zhao Quan up and down, and said sarcastically: "What kind of Manchurian warrior are you, you are obviously a Han Chinese!" ”

Hearing this, Zhao Quan exploded as if he had suffered some great shame: "Phew! I, Zhao Quan, was loved by the prince, and I have long been in the Eight Banners, so I am not a Han person, Lao Tzu is a flag person. It's the flag man! ”

"So, are you determined not to recognize your ancestors?" Zhou Shixiang didn't laugh angrily, "It's a pity that you are a third-class man in the Eight Banners." In the eyes of the Manchurian Tatars, you are still a Han! ”

"Lao Tzu is a banner man, not a Han man!" Zhao Quan's face turned red.

"Okay, Ben Qianhu will treat you as a banner man, but Ben Qianhu doesn't believe it, there are really only Manchurian warriors who died in battle, and there are no Eight Banner men who surrendered?"

Before the words fell, Zhou Shixiang turned around and took the firearm from the hand of a soldier in the trapped camp, pulled out the firecracker and lit it towards the firerope. But listen to "Bang! With a loud bang, Zhao was stunned. The whole person leaned to the left and fell, but he was hit firmly on his right leg by the gun.

Zhou Shixiang threw the firearm back to the soldiers on the side. didn't look at Zhao Quan, who was struggling on the ground, and only asked the stunned flag soldiers who were still standing: "Do you kneel?" ”

Here, Tie Yi took another fire gun and handed it to Zhou Shixiang, and Zhou Shixiang took it easily.

As soon as they saw the fire gun pointing at themselves, and then looked at the tragic situation of Zhao Quan, the flag soldiers were really not afraid of death, and they couldn't get up anymore, so they knelt down one after another and shouted: "It's down, the little one is willing to surrender, the little one is willing to surrender!" ”

A flag soldier who voted for Manchu as early as the twelfth year of Chongzhen did not kneel, he was furious in his heart, the Ming Dynasty is over, Nanming can't jump for a few days, if you really want to fall like this, I am afraid that you will inevitably be killed by the Qing soldiers in the future, but if you don't surrender, the Ming army general in front of you will kill people, how the hell is this? !

After hesitating again and again, the flag soldier couldn't make up his mind, but after seeing Zhou Shixiang impatiently raise the mouth of the fire gun to aim at himself, he couldn't think about it anymore, and couldn't stop kowtowing and begging for mercy: "The little one is willing to surrender!" Little Wish! "In my heart, I want to save my life first, but I can't really bring down this group of thieves who can't make a climate, and I have to find an opportunity to slip away in the future no matter what. But he didn't know that most of the flag soldiers on the left and right who were also kneeling on the ground and shouting their wishes to surrender were all in the same mind as him.

"Wouldn't it have been done sooner."?

Zhou Shixiang turned his gaze to Zhao Quan, who was struggling, but did not scream from beginning to end, and admired it in his heart, but still sneered: "You see, your companions have all surrendered to Ben Qianhu on their knees, and there seems to be no Eight Banners warriors among them who are not afraid of death." ”

"You bastards have lost the face of your ancestors and ancestors, you are not worthy of being my Eight Banners warriors, you cowards! If the thieves don't kill you now, they will torture you to death! Because of the pain, Zhao Quan's voice had stammered, but he was still panting and scolding.

"You're not afraid of death?"

Zhou Shixiang didn't want to see Zhao Quan scolding there, he just wanted to know if Zhao Quan was really not afraid of death.

"Phew!"

Zhao Quan glared at Zhou Shixiang fiercely, and his eyes told Zhou Shixiang unmistakably: Lao Tzu is not afraid of death!

Zhou Shixiang sighed: "You are indeed a man, this thousand households will give you another chance, as long as you say that you are Han, I can not only not kill you, but also let you go, do you want to say it?" ”

"Humph!"

Zhao Quan turned his head and said nothing, the skin and flesh on his face were already twisted together, and he didn't look scary.

Seeing this, Zhou Shixiang snorted coldly, and didn't say much to him, the fire gun pointed at Zhao Quan's left leg, lit the fire rope, and a few seconds later, the mouth of the black hole spewed out a deadly flame, and the lead that rushed out of the chamber immediately smashed Zhao Quan's left leg to pieces.

"Ugh!"

Zhao Quan's left leg was blown into a blur of flesh and blood, and finally couldn't bear the pain and screamed, the beads of sweat on his forehead were oozing, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to support himself. He didn't want these Han people to see his jokes! There is nothing to be afraid of death, what is terrible is that the reputation of the warriors of the Eight Banners of Manchuria cannot be lost by themselves!

"Say it or not!"

Zhou Shixiang didn't pay attention to Zhao Quan's pain at all, and only asked him again with an expressionless face.

Zhao Quan was really a tough guy, and let out an angry roar from his throat: "Don't say it!" You hateful dogs and thieves, the Qing Dynasty will definitely pacify you, hang your heads on the city gate for public display, and kill your nine clans, so that you will die without a place to be buried! ”

"Bang!"

There was another bang, but this time it hit Zhao Quan's chest directly, and with a bang, the flesh and blood on his chest flew sideways, and the blood rushed out, and in the blink of an eye, Zhao Quan stopped convulsing and didn't move.

"Carry it down and feed the dogs!"

Zhou Shixiang gritted his teeth, he really couldn't imagine that a Han person would die for the Manchurians so desperately, and he couldn't imagine that a Han person really didn't even recognize his ancestors, and claimed that he was a flag man and a flag man!

After Zhao Quan's body was carried down, whether it was the battalion soldiers or the flag soldiers, they all knelt there and didn't dare to move. The soldiers of the Taiping Army on all sides were relieved by everyone, and they only hated that the Lord of Qianhu had to leave prisoners, otherwise the brothers would work together to chop these bastards into meat puree, so as to sacrifice the souls of those dead relatives in the sky!

"Chiho, do you want them to do it now?"

Shao Jiugong looked at the green battalion soldiers sideways, he couldn't wait to watch the good show of Gaoyao City again.

Zhou Shixiang's cheeks moved, and he spit out two words: "Do it!" ”

Wang Youxi, who tried a hundred households in the Xiongwei camp, hesitated and said: "Thousand households, these people from the Han Army Banner have already descended, aren't we?" ”

Zhou Shixiang's eyes showed a fierce light, and he said categorically: "Don't leave a single one!" ”

Wang Youxi was overjoyed and did not dare to persuade again.

Zhou Shixiang instructed Shao Jiugong again: "After the battalion soldiers have moved, they will be interrogated separately, and anyone who has killed our old people and children will not be left!" ”

Shao Jiugong received the order, this is the right thing to do, fighting on the battlefield, the enemy and us, no matter how many people are killed, it doesn't matter, but if you want to attack the defenseless old and weak women and children, you should die.

"Move quickly, all the front camps will be assembled in an hour," Zhou Shixiang looked at Xinhui City in the southeast direction, and said categorically: "No matter how many people die, Xinhui City must be taken!" (To be continued)