Chapter Seventy-Four: Cleansing (II)

"This" plum fish was startled by the wonder under the mountain, and his eyes were stunned.

His original intention was to find out the real Yang Wanzhi and use him as a hostage to threaten the Miao army under the mountain, so that the latter would not dare to attack immediately. Who would have expected that the effect of the threat would be so good that it would make at least more than 30,000 Miao troops flee without a fight.

"It's all long history, can we chase it?" Zhang Wu, the deputy commander of the regiment, was a straight belly, fearing that the enemy troops would run out and delay his meritorious service, so he stepped forward and reminded loudly.

"Chase a fart!" Li Ziyu, the commander of the Third Army, instantly turned around from the shock, picked up his arm, and slapped Zhang Wu's helmet fiercely, "Chase, you know to chase!" With 500 chasing 50,000, you chase people to the point where dogs jump over the wall, and you can drown you alive with spit! Bring me a few brothers and blow up the cannons below. Lest some unwilling guys come back to their senses and find us in trouble again! ”

"And you, Lao Liang, Lao Zhou, you hurry up and assemble the team. Hold the road up the mountain, the big army is still far from here, we have to make sure everything is safe! ”

"Yes!" The head of the regiment, Liang Wanshi, and Zhou Shidou, who joined the army, agreed in unison, and turned around to gather people. Zhang Wu, the deputy head of the regiment, did not leave with the two, but twisted half of his body to look at Li Ziyu, looking like he wanted to say goodbye.

Li Ziyu glared at him fiercely and urged loudly: "If you have a fart, let it go quickly!" If you don't fart, you will blow up the cannon. Don't be reluctant, the tattered things made by the Tartars will blow up in a few strokes. Give it to Lao Tzu for nothing, Lao Tzu doesn't dare to ask for it! ”

"Yes!" Zhang Wu, the deputy head of the regiment, hurriedly saluted his boss, and then reminded him expectantly, "My lord, I haven't sent a signal to General Xu yet!" The black light is blind, he may not know that we have succeeded! ”

"Ahh Li Ziyu was taken aback, raised his leg and gave Zhang Wuyi a kick, and complained loudly, "Why didn't you say it earlier!" Come on, set off fireworks, set off fireworks, and tell the outside of the mountain that the mission has been successfully completed! ”

"Yes!" In all directions, the answer was extremely loud. The soldiers who received the order took out the fireworks specially used for long-distance transmission of news at night from under the inner lining of the wire vests, and ran to the highest point of Ziyuntai to light the fuse.

Suddenly, brilliant fireworks exploded in mid-air, falling colorfully, illuminating the surrounding mountains as bright as day.

"Order, the 305th and 306th brigades tightened their pockets. The other brigades, attack and advance as planned! Looking at the fireworks blooming in the night sky, Xu Da, the commander of the Third Army, took a deep breath and loudly announced the start of the general offensive.

"Yes!" The herald quickly ran up the nearest hill and passed on the commander's order with light balls, fireworks, and suona.

The commanders of the brigades, who had been waiting anxiously for a long time, saw the signal and immediately rushed towards the mountains in accordance with the battle plan sent in advance. Strings of torches were lit, lanterns were lifted into the air, and groups of well-trained soldiers, either with their rifles or steel swords and shields, launched a final assault on their intended targets.

The Miao army, which had lost its command center, was unable to organize effective resistance at all. The outermost hill quickly changed hands, and the toasts, headmen, gongs, and twine took the lead in escaping for their lives. The Huai'an soldiers who rushed up the hill followed and killed, and soon pushed the rout to another nearby hill. Then there were rows of muskets, a few grenades, and the Miao army on the second hill also turned around happily, abandoned their positions, and joined the ranks of fugitives.

Stalemate rarely occurs, and the speed of the Huai'an army's attack can be described as devastating, which is not an exaggeration. The sudden disappearance of the shouts of killing and the flames rising in the sky on the Ziyun Platform had already told the news of Yang Wanzhi's defeat to all the people with eyes around him. Therefore, from Tusi and the cave master, down to Ah Ge and Yakzi, no one wants to stay in place and bury a guy who has failed.

The full moon, which had been setting in the west, suddenly became extremely abominable. Under such bright moonlight, the defeated had almost nowhere to hide. They could only blindly follow the brigade, climb over the hills that could have been used to block the Huai'an army, rush to the lowest valley with rolling and crawling, and then continue to rush along the valley under the pressure of muskets and shouts.

As he ran, the valley, which was originally wide and desolate, became narrow and crowded. The Miao army, which had been defeated from under the Ziyun Terrace, met unexpectedly with the escapees who had abandoned the outer positions, pushing each other, and neither of them would let the other go first.

The Huai'an scouts, who had been ordered to create chaos in the mountains and interfere with the command of the Tusi at all levels, emerged from behind the rocks on the slopes of the mountain and in the woods. Raise your flintlock pistol and shoot your prey condescendingly. Anyone who has a war horse to walk, or who is gorgeously dressed, has become their focus of attention. One by one, they were hit by bullets and fell into the crowd screaming. Then it was trampled by thousands of pairs of fleeing big feet, and instantly turned into a puddle of meatloaf.

There were no Miao soldiers, and they turned their eyes to the hillsides on both sides. Before they knew it, running for their lives had become their only skill. Even if the Huai'an scouts were less than ten steps away from them, even if they only needed to turn around and make a counter-charge, they would be able to kill those Huai'an scouts and let all the other escapees completely get rid of the threat. However, they absolutely refused to make an attempt, only willing to slash the steel knife in their hands at the robe that was blocking them, and then step on each other's corpses and continue to run wildly.

This disorganized retreat has no efficiency to speak of. Soon, the 301st and 303rd Brigades of the Huai'an Army caught up from behind. The 302nd Brigade, which lacked a part of its strength, decisively detoured back to the slopes of the Miao army's flank, and then took advantage of the terrain to effortlessly throw rows of grenades into the valley.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" The sound of continuous explosions sounded in a straight line. Along both sides of the straight line, countless Miao soldiers were blown up and broke their tendons. They were so flustered that they couldn't even think of dodging. Too dense a team will explode each grenade, multiplying the damage effect.

Hearing the sound of a grenade explosion close at hand, the Miao army, which was fleeing for its life, completely collapsed. Pushing each other, trampling each other, slashing each other, just to be able to run three or five more paces longer than their accomplices. No one cares who is his brother and who is the enemy across the mountain. No one recognizes which one is the elder brother and which one is the twine and the little gong. All order and hierarchy, family ties or clan rules, were completely shattered at this moment. As long as you can run faster, the twine is not afraid of cutting down the owner of the village, and the yak is not afraid of chopping off the toast. The efficiency of cannibalism between the routs and the routs was ten times higher than the bullets and grenades of the Huai'an army. In less than half an hour, the valley was full of corpses with round eyes, bleeding and drifting.

"Surrender, the villain has been a soldier for less than three months, has never killed anyone, and is willing to pay for himself!!" Seeing that the accomplices who fled in front of him were either killed by other accomplices, or died from the grenades of the Huai'an army. Several of the routed soldiers who had fallen behind suddenly and decisively dropped their weapons and turned to their knees.

The Huai'an army will not kill prisoners indiscriminately, this is a well-known fact in the whole world. Even the soldiers of the Miao Army who are far away in the south of the Yangtze River are convinced of this. So in a desperate situation, they would rather give each other their lives. Even if he didn't escape the judgment of the legendary King Luo Yan in the end, at least, he would be able to die a more clear death, so that he wouldn't be stabbed in the back like other robes and go on the road in a daze!

"Surrender! The villain was forced to be a soldier by the toast, the villain, the villain is willing to pay for himself! ”

"Surrender, the villain threw away the weapon, please spare your life!"

"Surrender"

"Surrender"

In desperation, since someone took the lead, the reaction of the routs was logical. Along the end of their own line, like crops beaten by hail, one row after another, they took the initiative to kneel on the ground. Copper hammers, iron maces, one-horned bronze figures, iron thistles bones, and all kinds of heavy and clumsy Qimen blades are thrown everywhere.

The soldiers of the Huai'an Army, under the leadership of the company commander and the head of the capital, ran past them in groups. Everyone repeated loudly, "Put your hands behind your heads, and don't kill them." "Everyone's face is full of the pride of the winner.

The Huai'an army auxiliaries, who followed the soldiers into the mountain, soon arrived. One was responsible for greeting three or five, skilfully tying the surrenderers with their own belts and escorting them to a makeshift shelter. Some mountain people who were cut by their own people, rolling and wailing in pools of blood, were also discovered by the Huai'an army and dragged up the hillside one after another. There was a person who was dying, obviously a god who could not be saved, but was cleanly killed by the Huai'an army auxiliaries, completely getting rid of despair.

Because the number is too large, the Huai'an army can't catch it for a while. The Miao army, which saw the opportunity the fastest, and slashed and killed their own robes, broke out of the valley on the west side of Baiqiling before the moon completely sank into the woods. However, they were greeted by a rain of bullets. The 305 Huai'an Army had already been ordered to wait here, just waiting for the prey to jump into the trap by itself.

"Mother's ——!" With a scream coming out of their mouths, the routs who had managed to escape from the valley of death left behind hundreds of corpses and turned around and rushed to the southwest. Whether there was a road to the southwest leading out of the mountains, they also did not know. But the terrain in the southwest is always lower than in the northwest, and there has been no musket fire in the southwest.

The musketeers of the 305th Brigade did not follow the pursuit, but only cleared the chambers of their guns in place and quickly loaded their ammunition. Soon, another wave of routs escaped from the valley and came within range of the flintlock muskets. The musketeers followed their positions, and three platoons took turns to shoot. Bullets flew out in rows and columns, beating the rout all over the field.

After three rows of fire, at least forty percent of the rout was left. The rest turned around, followed the path paved with the corpses of their companions, and rushed to the unknown territory in the southwest. No one had time to think about why the Huai'an army waiting here didn't completely seal the valley. No one ran to the heights to see if there was really a way out ahead.

More routs rushed out of the valley one after another, like a migrating flock of wild sheep, leaving some of their companions to the lions on the roadside, and then burying their heads and continuing to run. They were so docile at this moment that the musketeers of the 305th Brigade couldn't help but close their eyes when they pulled the trigger. Their numbers were so large that soon a barrier of corpses was formed in front of the positions of the 305th Brigade, layer upon layer, turning a corner, turning from northwest to southwest.

When the fastest "wild sheep" finally thought that they had escaped from the lion's hunt, the sky was gradually brightening. One by one, they were exhausted and faltered. Suddenly, there was a familiar suona sound in my ears, "tick-tock, tick-tock" crisp and agitated. The hearts of the "wild sheep" trembled violently, and they raised their heads gasping, only to see a group of Huai'an soldiers, lined up in a neat military formation, across their path.

"Each battalion and a company raise their guns, prepare, release!" The regiment commander Jia Qiang decisively waved the order flag and pointed forward with his right arm.

The white smoke rolled out, and the fastest Miao army collapsed in a whole row, dying.

"Second company raise guns, prepare, release!"

"Raise your guns three times, prepare, release!"

"Raise your guns in a row, prepare, release!"

/ "Boom, boom, boom" muskets are endless. The well-trained soldiers of the 306th Regiment of Huai'an pointed their guns at the front of the enemy's chest, shooting rows of hot bullets.

The Miao army, which fled one after another, did not have the strength to turn around and flee again, nor did they have the strength to rush forward desperately. In the continuous rain of bullets, they fell one after another. Seeing that the situation was not good, a few clever people who still had their senses were still sane and decisively lay on the ground, holding their heads in their hands and crying for mercy. Most of the routed soldiers lost their courage to even beg for mercy, they just stopped blankly, and then watched as the bullets punched blood-red holes in their bodies, and then suddenly showed a relieved look on their faces, and slowly sank into a pool of blood.

When Chaoyang unconsciously jumped to the top of the mountain, the whole battle was nearing its end. The Miao army, which had been crisscrossing the south of the Yangtze River for several years, slaughtered millions of innocent people, and was wiped out under the blow of the Third Army of Huai'an.

Ten thousand volunteer soldiers, pseudo-hussar generals, and Yang Wanzhi, the barbarian Tusi of Feishan, were captured. His two younger brothers, Yang Tongtai and Yang Zhiwei, died on the way to escape, and his henchmen Li Caifu, Xiao Yu, Jiang Ying, Liu Zhen and others were all arrested. Only the fierce general Zhong Shorty, who is usually very highly valued, got a good death because of his defection. Leaving behind the iron thistle terrestris bone Duo'er, he followed Xu Da's war horse like a hunting dog, the commander of the Third Legion, with a smile on his face.

"Those who sell for glory will not die well!" The old Confucian Zhang Yuwu was unwilling to be lonely, and spat hard in the direction of Zhong Xiaozi, cursing loudly.

Xu Da's eyes were really attracted by his actions, and he frowned and looked up and down.

The old Confucian Zhang Yu immediately came to his senses, opened his throat and shouted loudly, "The old man is a disciple of Yu Wenjing, the nephew of the Hanlin scholar Zhang Yu'an, and Zhang Guangbi of Luling, unfortunately fell into your hands today."

"Noise!" Xu Da glared at him disdainfully, and pouted lightly, "Helping beasts and eating people, what qualifications do you have to let Xu remember your first name?" Squat on the ground honestly, don't stain Xu's ears! ”

After that, he ignored Zhang Yu, who was so angry that he was shaky, and quickly turned his head to Wang Bi beside him, "Brother Jingfu, I bother you to send someone to send a letter to Hu Dahai." Tell him that the road ahead is clear, and go forward! ”