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Rumble......

The moat outside the north gate rose with a muffled sound, and a diffuse yellow dust rose. It was a suspension bridge that had been suspended high, and it fell freely on the moat.

At the head of the city, the banner of the Guardian Army on a blue background and white along the wall, which had been swaying weakly above the pavilion, suddenly fell down the city wall like a rag.

Quack Quack ......

The two heavy closed vermilion lacquer wooden doors suddenly opened with a groan.

In the telescope that Lai Hanying was about to put down, such a scene appeared. He clearly saw that with the opening of the two city gates, dozens of figures poured out of Hulala, all of them raising their hands and shouting at him with their mouths closed one by one. Although he couldn't really hear what they were shouting for a while, he saw it, and saw that they all wore a red cloth around their necks.

"Get into town quickly!" Lai Hanying gave an order without moving.

Liu Changlin, who was holding his right hand high, was stunned for a moment, and immediately turned around and swung his raised right hand horizontally at the soldiers, "Order the second regiment, rush!" ”

First, the rapid troop mobilization trumpet rose up drippingly, and then, the fierce trumpet suddenly pierced the sky.

"For the sake of the Celestial Empire, forward!" As the second regiment of the second attack echelon, more than 800 horsemen turned over their four hooves, rolled up a long cloud of smoke and dust, and roared towards the open city gate.

"Hey...... Hey...... "Because he captured Ren Wu with his own hands, after the war, he just became the commander of the third battalion of a regiment, and then he got the beauty of the siege assault battalion, and at this moment he was carrying a basket full of grenades with his brothers, constantly thinking about how to "comfort" the thugs in the city. ”

Outside Nancheng, Ren Wu on the torture platform has been cut off, except for two eyes and a mouth, which are still intact, there is not much flesh on his body. Compared with the Manchu executioners who were good at this, the executioner recommended by Dong Fuxiang was not inferior at all. Although Ren Wu had already bitten his tongue unconsciously in unbearable pain, his indistinct moaning never stopped.

"Bang......" The suspension bridge hanging high in the south city seemed to be no longer able to withstand this "suffering", and suddenly fell in the dull sound of beating, and the closed gate rattled open like the north city.

"Hey...... Hey......" Seeing a group of subordinates suddenly rushing out of the city gate without hesitation, jumping over the drawbridge, and rushing like crazy to the torture platform exposed in front of a huge battle array, Hemingtang was stupid and "hey", and then began to pound the solid battlement wall hard, "Damn, how can you do this?" ”

For nearly half an hour, Dong Fuxiang, who had never left the saddle, finally waited for a great opportunity to show his might, and couldn't help but feel more energetic. He waved a big red tasseled gun in his hand, and waved it towards the guards on both sides of the execution platform behind him, and took the lead in meeting the rush of people rushing from the opposite side.

Wang Ruhu, who was the first to rush across the suspension bridge, had red eyes like a dead father, a three-strand fork in his hand danced and whined, and his hoarse voice was even more torn, "Dong Fuxiang, you heartless mongrel, Lao Tzu is going to skin you raw......"

It is said that the fellow sees the fellow and has tears in his eyes, but today he can't be so hard-set.

Wang Ruhu and Dong Fuxiang, who were about to collide together, were also fellow villagers, and they were neighbors from the same village. I think that at the beginning, it was under the persuasion of Dong Fuxiang that Wang Ruhu, who was also a Han with Dong Fuxiang, resolutely threw himself into the arms of the rebels. Two brothers of the opposite sex who used to gamble and swore that they could not be born on the same day and year of the same year, but they begged to die on the same day and month of the same year, but when they met today, they were enemies, and they were very red-eyed.

“…… The Chinese nation is a great nation with a super ability to endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens, and it has a tenacious ability to adapt to any hardships, which is destined for this great nation to multiply for thousands of years. In my opinion, the person who said this should remove the big hat of the Chinese nation in front of him, and might as well change it to 'Han nationality', which may be more direct and appropriate. Because the so-called national spirit they are talking about is actually more suitable for the Han nation, which has suffered many disasters and hardships. Is the one who says this praising us? Do we really want to lead our children and grandchildren onto the bright road of national rejuvenation? I don't think so. At least when I heard and saw these words, my heart was heavier. ”

These are some passages from Lin Haifeng's speech "On the Guiding Responsibility of National Culture" made at the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom Cultural Creation Forum.

“…… It is precisely because of the ideological confusion created by these irresponsible literati that we, the Han people, have the 'tenacious adaptation' to the rule of the Mengyuan Dynasty, and continue to 'bear the burden of humiliation' against the Manchus with better scars and forget the pain. If we continue to endure like this, will we have to bend our knees and adapt to the third, or even the fourth and fifth new masters, in many years? The chaos caused by a rough man, even if it is a mass armed riot, can be easily removed, but the chaos created by the literati will affect and influence us for generations, if not dozens of generations......"

"We often say that some people are dead, and he is still alive, and some people are alive, but in fact he is already dead, because of what? It's spirit. A nation that has no spirit of its own, even if it reproduces for a long time, is just a living shell. In a sense, such a dead-corpse-like nation might as well die out early, and staying behind would also delay future generations and ridicule the world. ”

"If it is really for the sake of national rejuvenation, I still advise those irresponsible people to think more with their conscience before moving your noble mouth and noble fingers. The true essence of our Han nation should be 'industrious, simple, brave, tenacious, and indomitable', just these twelve words. As for 'kindness', don't you think these two words are too general? The beginning of human beings and their inherent goodness are the minimum conditions for being human beings, and the basic spirit that any nation should have. But I ask, which of you will be kind to your enemies? Don't always talk about kindness, everything will change its taste after shouting for a long time. Horses are good at being ridden, people are good at being bullied, and being too kind is tantamount to compromise. And a nation that always hopes to get the charity of others by compromising will always be a nest nation that is looked down upon, and will never be revived. ”

The greatest sorrow of the Han nation is that in the long river of history, there are too many scum like Wang Ruhu who bend their waists for five buckets of rice.

What did Wang Ruhu get in Ren Wu's hands? It's just a small boss who leads the 100th people. But this "official" the size of a sesame mung bean is simply precious in the eyes of Wang Ruhu, who has never given birth to a head and face for generations. It is no wonder that the Wang family has been poor for generations, and the family can't even raise a living mouse, so of course there will never be a great opportunity to rely on reading to gain fame. The kind of Spring and Autumn dream of "having its own golden house in the book, and Yan Ruyu in the book" is naturally not something that people like him can do.

Ren Wu is different, Ren Wu is not dependent on knowledge to win people, which gives him a good opportunity to change his fate except for a handful of strength in his body, and everything else is nothing. Although he was also well aware that there were troubled eyes staring at him everywhere around him, he did not hesitate. He hadn't been to school, and he didn't know a word, but he had heard that "a soldier dies for his confidant", and in order to repay the grace of the marshal, he wanted to even if he was shrouded in horse leather, he would not hesitate to do so.

"Dashuai, the slave is here......" Wang Ruhu is really as his name, and the hungry tiger shook the steel fork and stabbed Dong Fuxiang, who was close to the horse's head, and roared hoarsely, "Look how the slave cleans up these bastards!" ”

Dong Fuxiang's face was extremely excited. He understands Wang Ruhu's skills, this guy is not only tall and powerful, but also the steel fork makes him superb, and it is always an exciting thing to be able to fight with such an opponent on the battlefield. Masters are often too lazy to waste time with shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

He picked up the three-strand fork of Wang Ruhu's barrel to his heart, followed by a twist of the front hand, and a send-off of the back hand, the sharp big iron gun was like a python spitting out a letter, and went straight to Wang Ruhu's throat......

The more than 100 cavalrymen who followed Dong Fuxiang and were responsible for guarding the execution ground were all "disciple soldiers" trained by Dong Fuxiang. At this moment, in the face of those familiar faces who were many acquaintances or déjà vu, they did not show any pity or hesitation at all, but all the iron faces were ruthless, and in the shouting and killing, they waved all kinds of blades, intercepting the enemy's way and slashing and killing.

"Uh......h Woo woo...... "Behind the torture table, the horns are repeated.

"Knock knock knock ......" the war drums roared.

On the inner edges of both sides of the "Taizig" battle formation, the teams of Min Dianchen and Ma Yanlong, like two iron tongs, quickly surrounded the thugs pouring out of the city amid the sound of horns and war drums.

Dong Fuxiang and Wang Ruhu circled and fought viciously for more than a dozen faces. In the middle of this life-and-death battle, Dong Fuxiang suddenly saw one of his subordinates on the right suddenly lying forward, and the subordinates on the horse immediately fell out from the horse's head. At this moment, the thug of the Hui army, who had just slashed the horse's leg with a big knife, threw his knife at the rider who had not had time to turn over with a fierce face.

"Damn!" The situation was urgent, and there was no need to think about it, Dong Fuxiang raised his hand, and the big iron gun in his hand flew out with a whizz. The big spear that flew straight was stabbed into his back halfway down with the big knife in the thug's hand.

Facing the fierce Wang Ruhu with the saber he drew out, Dong Fuxiang began to sweat on his sideburns, and the shape that was originally slightly upwind changed immediately.

Wang Ruhu saw the opportunity and would never waste this rare opportunity. He took advantage of the momentum of the horse, first a false thorn, and then the big iron fork suddenly slammed the ground, and a force split the top of Huashan's head and smashed it on the top of Dong Fuxiang's head.

Dong Fuxiang had no choice but to raise his knife and put it on the shelf.

"Woo ......" forks and knives intersected, and a crisp sound erupted. Dong Fuxiang only felt that the tiger's mouth in his right hand was numb, and the saber was immediately taken off.

"Go down!" Wang Ruhu was not allowed to let people go, and the three-strand fork swept with a backhand.

Dong Fuxiang had nowhere to hide, he was really hit by this iron fork on his back, was pumped and screamed, and rolled off the horse.

"Dashuai, the minion has avenged you!" Wang Ruhu turned the horse's head in a circle, raised his three-strand steel fork high, and stabbed Dong Fuxiang fiercely at the falling dust.

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