"The small ones are also Han people, the small ones are the Han people in Liaodong, the ancestors are Han people for eighteen generations, the Han people don't kill the Han people, and the general spares his life!"

"The general spares his life, we have already surrendered, and the general can't kill us!"

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Most of the fierce and daring flag soldiers who are not afraid of death have been killed in battle, and there are few of the remaining more than 170 flag soldiers who are not afraid of death, and they are all so frightened that they scream in Nawawa, and the identity of the Han people who have long been left behind for 108,000 miles will all come back to their minds, crying one by one how they were oppressed by the Manchurians to become the banner man.

There was a banner soldier who saw that the people in the green camp did not move, and the Ming general also stood there staring at them, as if he was tempted, so he shouted loudly: "Most of our ancestors are military households of the Ming Dynasty, and the king of Pingnan and Jingnan in the fourth year of Chongzhen made a rebellion in Denglai, and I had no choice but to go to Liaodong with him to surrender to the Qing, but there is a chance, how can I let a good Han person not be his banner man?" After entering the customs for so many years, we have fought a lot of battles with the King of Jingnan and killed a lot of Ming troops, but they are all forced, if we don't kill people, we will be killed, in order to survive, we can only kill people with a hard heart, the general can give the green camp a chance, why can't you wait for me to wait for a chance! We are all experienced in the army, enough to be driven by the general! ”

"I'm willing to be driven by the general!" All the flag soldiers echoed loudly.

Seeing this, Qin Zhisheng whispered to persuade Zhou Shixiang: "Qianhu, these banner soldiers are all veterans of Liaodong, and the elite is not inferior to the old thieves, if they can be helped, they will be helped in the trip south." ”

Hearing this, Shao Jiugong frowned, but he did not speak out against it, but his expression was obviously not in favor of the Taiping Battalion accepting these Han army banners.

Zhou Shixiang had already made up his mind, and said coldly: "The flag soldiers are not as good as the battalion soldiers, and they can't be accepted." After speaking, he said to the eager flag soldiers: "Why can't I give you a chance?" Because you are flag men! ”

When the flag soldiers heard this, they were in an uproar, and the crowd began to commotion. moved, Shao Jiugong, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately commanded his subordinates to carry out bullet pressure. The bannermen were all tied with ropes in their hands, and they couldn't resist.

"Do it! If you want to live, you can exchange the head of the flag soldier! Zhou Shixiang once again ordered the green battalion soldiers, but no one dared to kill the flag soldiers, let alone resist the Taiping army.

"Why, you don't dare?"

Seeing that the battalion soldiers did not dare to kill the flag soldiers, Zhou Shixiang's gaze became cold, and he stared at Li Fuguo tightly.

Li Fuguo was stared at so frightened that he didn't dare to face Zhou Shixiang's gaze, and only muttered: "Humble, humble"

Seeing this, Shao Jiugong was furious, pulled his leg and walked towards Li Fuguo, slapped him in the face with a hand, and then rushed to the flag soldier with an arrow, slashing without looking at the knife. After the sword light, the head of a flag soldier flew to the ground, and when he looked closely, it was the flag soldier who shouted that the ancestor was once a Ming military household.

"Whew!"

The flag soldiers were so frightened that they involuntarily retreated.

"You can't kill it!"

Picking up the bloody head, Shao Jiugong didn't pay attention to the Han army banner soldiers who were waiting to be slaughtered, but his eyes widened angrily, and he looked at Li Fuguo and the frightened green battalion soldiers behind him with a cold face.

Look at the man whose eyes are not yet closed. Head, looking at Shao Jiugong like a fierce god, Li Fuguo was like falling into an ice cellar, and the battalion soldiers were also shocked and gasped.

"If you don't kill the flag soldiers, the general will kill you!"

Zhou Shixiang's long knife was also slowly withdrawn, the tip of the knife pointed directly at Li Fuguo, and secretly praised Shao Jiugong, the former second devil of the green camp, for doing a good job.

"Humble"

Li Fuguo's teeth trembled, his hands trembled terribly, he never dreamed that the Ming army would let them kill the flag soldiers, if they did it, there would be no way back. But if you don't do it, looking at this fierce state, you will definitely take their lives on the spot.

To kill or not to kill?

Li Fuguo is in a dilemma between heaven and man. He is like this, and the battalion soldiers are even more so, for a long time, the Manchurian soldiers and the Han army flag have given them a lot of prestige, not to mention the Manchurian soldiers, they have to retreat when they see the Han army flag on weekdays, and they dare not offend if they are killed, but they will take their lives with their own hands, how can this be made

"Don't do it yet!"

Zhou Shixiang was impatient, and suddenly shouted again, today he had to force these green battalions to do it, otherwise, he could only punish them and the soldiers of the Han army banner, because they could not be left.

In the old days, Zhou Shixiang has always killed officers with soldiers, and left soldiers without officers, but it was aimed at the green battalion, and today there is this Han military flag, but it should be a change from the precedent, calling this green battalion to kill the flag soldiers, otherwise, this group of green battalion soldiers cannot be used for their own purposes.

Whether it is a soldier or an official, he slaughtered the Han Junqi, the godson raised by the Manchurians, even if he wants to have a way back, he can only follow the Taiping Camp to the end. This is similar to the inscription "Shunzhi is a dog" on the back of Shao Jiugong and other Jiangxi soldiers, but the difference is only a means.

If he can capture the Manchu and Han soldiers at the same time, he will draw a gourd in the same way, and ask the Mongol and Han soldiers to kill the Manchu soldiers. Shangliangshan has to submit a name, and those who enter the Taiping camp have to submit a name. People's hearts are separated from their bellies, and they are constantly behind these people, how dare they drive boldly.

Li Fuguo, who was pointed at by Zhou Shixiang's knife, was still standing there in a daze, just when Zhou Shixiang really wanted to use this person's head to shock the battalion soldiers, Li Qianzong suddenly moved, but saw that his body trembled violently, and then rushed towards the group of flag soldiers with a knife.

Today's situation is either the death of the flag soldier or the death of me! If you don't want to die, you can only call them dead!

After cutting down a flag soldier who had no time to retreat, Li Fuguo shouted at his subordinates with a fierce light on his face: "Brothers, kill the Tartars!" ”

"Kill the Tartars, kill the Tartars!"

Mr. Qian's leadership made the battalion soldiers no longer have any worries, and they roared together and rushed towards those flag soldiers who had no power to fight back, and the battalion soldiers who fell behind were even more anxious: the flag soldiers were much less than the green battalion, if everyone called the people in front to kill, I still have to die!

"Lao Tzu is Han, Lao Tzu is Han! You banner people and brutes, Lao Tzu slaughtered you all, see if you dare to ride on the neck of my Han people to and pee! ”

One of Li Fuguo's personal soldiers slashed the flag soldiers who couldn't even stretch out their arms to block the knife, and roared hoarsely, screaming so loudly that his voice was hoarse, and the flag soldier who had been cut down seventeen or eighteen knives did not have a piece of good meat on his body, and his blood and organs flowed all over the ground as if he had been dismembered. This soldier is like a fierce god, like a butcher, his hideous, distorted face is so terrifying under the reflection of the sun, so intimidating.

The cries and screams of the flag soldiers turned Dongcheng into a hell on earth, and some flag soldiers cursed viciously before they died: "Thieves and barbarians, you must not die well, and my prince will not let you go!" ”

"Lao Tzu even slaughtered your prince!"

After a battalion soldier with a scar on his face cut open the mouth of a flag soldier, I don't know if it was because he killed the Han army banner that was usually feared, or because he became extremely excited because he could live, he laughed wildly, and a pair of bloodshot eyes kept scanning around, wanting to find another flag soldier who was not dead enough to practice. In the sight, there was a flag soldier lying there wailing, suddenly his spirit was lifted, and he was about to step forward, but the braid on the back of his head was mentioned, and then the voice of the Ming general just now came from his ears: "The knife is good, what is your name?" ”

"Back to the general, the little one is called Wang Qi!"

Suddenly and Ming Jiang were so close, Wang Qi's nervous voice stammered, and his mind was also blank, and he didn't know what Ming Jiang was doing with him. When he was nervous, the Ming general patted him on the shoulder, then nodded with satisfaction, and instructed his subordinates on the side: "This Wang Qiyou. plant, turn around and ask him to make a small flag. ”