Hundreds of captives trembled and put on the Red Army uniforms of the Taiping Army, and after putting on the cloak-like military hats of the Taiping Army, they stood there at a loss, not knowing what the Taiping Army was going to let them do next. The captives who were still sitting on the ground trembling www.biquge.info their stripes saw life in it, and they thought to themselves that since the Taiping army had asked them to change their clothes, they must have adopted them, otherwise why bother.

The green battalion is all Han soldiers, and there is no resistance to changing from the Qing army to the Ming army, on the contrary, they are very happy. Because in their consciousness, whether they are Ming soldiers or Qing soldiers, they can rob and make a fortune. They don't care who is the emperor, it doesn't matter whether they kill Han compatriots or Manmeng Hulu, all they care about is whether they can continue to eat the emperor's grain and whether they can continue to make a fortune. Some officers were even thinking that they were officials in the Qing army, and if the Taiping army really wanted to absorb them, they would definitely have to rely on them to manage the troops, and they would not be able to be promoted to a higher rank. Now it seems that the Ming Dynasty is expected to prosper, and then turn back to Baoming, maybe it will be a very cost-effective deal.

Those Manmeng soldiers are actually "groaning" in their hearts, but no one has any intention of resisting, they also just want to live well. These Manchu soldiers had lost their glory at the moment of surrender on their knees. Now, all that's left is the idea of begging.

"Come with me!"

A general banner walked up to the group of dressed captives, shook his torch three times, and motioned for the captives to follow him. Naturally, the captives did not dare to disobey, and obediently followed one by one. No one dared to run away, for their sight was full of torch-lit Taipings, and the long flames stretched from the woods to the canal miles away. In those dark places where there is no fire, the neighing of war horses can be heard from time to time. Occasionally, cavalrymen with torches passed by, and black figures could be seen standing on horses.

After the redressed captives were taken away, the remaining captives continued to change their outfits in groups of 100 people, and were escorted away immediately after the change. Batch after batch, 2,000 captives soon arrived at the canal wearing the Red Army uniforms of the Taiping Army. By the canal, thousands of Taiping cavalry stood by the river with torches, and about 3,000 infantry armed with muskets and spears were waiting for them.

When the last group of dressed captives walked to the river, they found that the captives in front of them were sitting on the ground in a group, about 500 people in a phalanx. There were Taiping troops watching between each phalanx, and there was a Taiping army with a long bamboo pole standing there in front of each phalanx, but he didn't know what he was doing.

"Sit down!"

The Manchurian leader Khalmu sat on the ground with the Han soldiers and Mongolian soldiers of the same team. He quietly looked up and looked around, confirming that this place was still five or six miles away from the mouth of the Bian River, and that it was here that they pursued and routed the fleeing Taiping army during the day and were lured into the woods.

The more than 4,000 captives were divided into eight multi-party formations, and no one dared to make a sound, and the Taiping troops who were guarding them did not make a sound, and the atmosphere was very depressing. On the canal, boats row by from time to time. The sound of the oars paddling in the water reached the captives again and again. The temperature was low, and the captives close to the canal could see that the water under the banks was frozen.

The uniforms issued by the Taiping army to the captives were thin summer clothes, which made the prisoners' bodies cold and shivering. But soon, the captives will feel the warmth. Scorching warmth.

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On the battle line that is more than ten miles long around the mouth of the Bianjia River, countless fires are dotted in the black curtain like stars.

A big war is about to break out, and this is a big war that does not turn into a diversion of human will. On both sides, there is no way back.

At that time, Zhou Shixiang ordered a strong attack, and ordered all departments to take the mouth of the Bianjia River before dawn tomorrow, at all costs. He personally came to the First Town to sit in battle and supervise the battle.

With a "whoosh", a Sky Drilling Dragon rocket often released by the Han people during the New Year rose into the air with a scream.

In the sound of "whoosh", the Qing army in the mouth of the Bianjia River watched with dumbfounded eyes as the Taiping army surrounding them burst into flames.

After the flames, death came.

With a "boom", an eight-pound big iron ball flew towards the Bianjia estuary in the night with a screaming sound, and then the earth-shattering cannon sound resounded over the Bianjia estuary. At the same time, the Taiping army attacked the mouth of the Bianjia River from four directions, constantly firing cannons and rockets into the town, digging caves and exploding everywhere, destroying the obstacles set up by the Qing army around the town, and the offensive was very fierce.

When the first signal sounded to drill the dragon, a thousand horses of the Taiping army guarding the prisoners on the bank of the river shouted: "Go forward!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the soldiers with long bamboo poles in front of each phalanx immediately came to the phalanx with long bamboo poles, and the bamboo poles fell, and the prisoners in front had to get up and walk forward, while the ones behind waited for the next batch.

"Run, run!"

Under the coercion of countless Taiping soldiers armed with knives and spears, about 800 captives rushed forward in panic. On both sides of the procession, there were all Taiping soldiers on horseback, and whoever walked a little slower, the knight on the horse immediately whipped down.

At this time, the direction of the Bian family estuary in the distance was full of fires, and the cannon sounded loudly. The captives knew that they were running in the direction of the camp, and some people had realized that the Taiping army was driving them to be cannon fodder. But no one dared to turn back, dared to resist, they rushed forward numbly under the coercion of the crowd. At this time, whether it is an official, a soldier, a Manmeng uncle, or a fourth-class Han soldier, they have only one identity, that is, cannon fodder.

Khalmu was also among the first attacking cannon fodder, and he was surrounded by battalions and Mongols he did not know, so that he could not speak to a partner if he wanted to. The only thing that can be done is to move forward amid the constant urgings on both sides. He didn't want to be whipped half to death like the battalion soldier just now.

When he was still more than a mile away from the mouth of the Bianjia River, Khalmu saw dozens of bonfires burning in front of him. Around the fire, groups of Taiping soldiers with various weapons were nervously looking ahead. Not far away, dozens of guns were mounted there, and the gunners were firing happily into the town.

"If you want to live, take the weapon and rush forward, and those who dare to retreat will be killed!"

Zhu Qinglai, the deputy general of the first town who was organizing the attack, saw that the prisoners and cannon fodder were driven over, and immediately ordered the weapons captured during the day to be distributed to these prisoners, and then drove them to attack.

Countless knives and spears were either stacked together or discarded on the ground at will, and the captives subconsciously picked up their weapons under the urging of the Taiping army, and then ran forward unconsciously. Their nerves were stretched to the extreme, and the constant urging and whipping of the Taiping army made them unable to think, and only knew how to obey.

"I want to rush forward alive!"

A hundred households of the Taiping Army waved their swords and shouted, and the captives responded when they heard it, and rushed forward one by one shouting.

Not far away by a bonfire, Zhou Shixiang rode on a green horse to observe the Qing army in Bian's town, and the captives who were being urged to be used as cannon fodder did not let him take a look from beginning to end.

The Qing troops in the town saw countless Taiping soldiers wearing red red uniforms coming towards the town, and the artillery mounted on the fort immediately opened fire. Iron balls fell among the charging captives, reaping human lives at will.

The captives, who simply held weapons, no armor and no shields, braved the artillery fire of the Qing army and the arrows shot down from the watchtower in the town, and attacked the trench with difficulty and tragedy. The Qing army on the opposite side fought back frantically, and the trenches were full of corpses. Finally, some of the Qing soldiers collapsed, and they turned around and ran back.

Khalmu did not look back, but instead squeezed through the crowd of people running back, rushed to the front of the trench and shouted to the Qing soldiers on the opposite side: "Don't release arrows, I'm from Manchu!" Don't let go of the arrows, I'm Manchurian! ”

This is Khalmu's only chance, as long as the other side stops firing arrows, he can cross the trench and return to the embrace of the Qing Dynasty, and he will no longer have to be tortured and oppressed by the Taiping. He waved his hands desperately, shouted loudly, and then did not respond to the shouts that met him, and a sharp arrow shot into his chest. He jerked forward and fell to the ground. Blood was spurting from his chest, but he couldn't find anything to plug the wound. He clutched the shaft of the arrow on his chest with both hands, and he couldn't understand why he was already shouting that he was a Manchurian, and why the damned Han people on the other side were still shooting him!

Not far away, behind the wooden fence of the Qing army, a young green battalion soldier excitedly waved the bow in his hand and shouted to the veterans who usually looked down on him: "See, I shot a thief, I shot a thief!" ”

The defeated captives soon discover that going back is a more maddening nightmare than moving forward.

"Go back!"

Groups of Taiping soldiers armed with spears marched forward step by step, and behind them, hundreds of corpses were upside down. Each corpse had a distinctive feature, all of which were pierced through the chest and abdomen with spears. The captives retreated in terror, and no one had the courage to rush forward and fight the Taiping soldiers who wanted them to die.

In the face of death threats from the Taipings, the captives had no choice but to turn around again. Their existence is to consume the arrows and cannons of the Qing army.

When the first batch of captives was exhausted, the long bamboo poles fell again by the canal, and this time more prisoners were used as cannon fodder, more than a thousand. No one told them about the casualties of the group in front of them, and even they knew that their chances of survival were slim. But no matter how slim it is, there is a chance of survival, even if nine out of ten people die, isn't there still one alive? Perhaps, the one who survived in the end was me.

Every captive thought so, and in the end, more than 4,000 captives piled up corpses in front of the Qing military camp at the mouth of the Bian family. They were still effective, the trenches of the Qing army were filled, the wooden fences on the first line were overturned, and even a dozen watchtowers were torn down.

With a loud "bang", the fifth town attacking from the east successfully blew up the Qing army's battery, rushed into the town, and began to engage with the Qing soldiers' short knives.

(To be continued.) )