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The Wenden battalion went down without a fight.

Assembled outside the east gate, the battalion commander who had lost their beloved not long ago, had already held back his strength, and the Red Second Division's special agent battalion, which was red-eyed, did not wait for a chance to vent.

In the early morning of the same day, the south gate of Qingzhou City, an important town in central Lu, was also opened. No matter how tightly he defended it, the head of Enhua, the deputy capital of Qingzhou, was finally thrown from the high city, and at the same time, there was also the Manchu Yellow Dragon Banner that had been blown up by artillery fire on the city many times and turned into strips of rags.

Ye Yunlai's Third Division of the Red Eighth Army was the first to enter Qingzhou City.

Suddenly, red flags flew and military trumpets burst out, converging with the words "For the Celestial Empire, forward!" The roar shook the heavens and the earth shook in Qingzhou.

Looking forward to the stars and the moon, and finally looking forward to the arrival of the Heavenly Army, the people of Qingzhou picked up their own flat poles, wooden sticks, shovels, kitchen knives and other things that could be used in groups, rushed out of their homes, rushed into the streets and alleys, and gathered into the ranks of the Red Army of the Celestial Empire.

They are not accustomed to it, and they will not shout "For the sake of the Celestial Empire, forward", but they are also shouting, and each one of them is shouting slogans that can arouse their own blood, and they are rushing forward without hesitation, rushing towards those old men who have ridden on their heads in the past.

Under the deterrence of this powerful power, the defenders of Qingzhou disarmed and defected, and the city gates were opened one after another. All the flow of people, all the voices, all the anger, finally gathered together and converged to the "full city" of the city within the city in Qingzhou.

This is an elegant gathering area for "good breed people", and a symbol of the privilege that has been pressed on the people of Qingzhou for more than 200 years; This is a demon cave that turns people into ghosts, and it is also a sad place that records the countless sorrows, blood and tears of the people in the city.

Kill! Burn! Destroy this symbol of human shame. This is the only wish of every citizen who spontaneously rushed here.

For the only remaining more than 1,000 Eight Banner soldiers in Qingzhou, including the thousands of families with noble Manchu blood in the "Mancheng", of course, it is inevitable that there will be some people who have been lifted up in the middle, and they are also honored to be able to occupy a place to live here, and they will never recognize themselves as Han Chinese, at the time when the city is in danger, they do not choose to quickly escape from this desperate place that is likely to bring them ruin, and beg the Red Army of the Celestial Empire for surrender and protection. Instead, they all cowered in this hot pot without exception, as if there was an aura here, and the shade of their ancestors could bless them from a calamity. Unexpectedly, this just gave all the people gathered outside, who were extremely angry and like **, a chance to fully vent.

Outside the "full city", the layers of people in front of them were full of angry Qingzhou people, like angry tides, they carried huge trees, in the deafening shouts, once, twice...... Crashing against the closed gates.

Groups of Red Army soldiers could only watch from afar, and there was nothing they could do except use their long and short weapons to suppress the few Eight Banner soldiers who still dared to resist on the battlement wall, and to protect the boiling people.

They dissuaded, even pleaded, but no one listened. The persuasion of Qiē seems so small and helpless in the wave of tens of thousands of people who want to be truly individuals.

Ye Yun, deputy commander of the Red Eighth Army and commander of the Third Division, came to see the scene in front of him, silently took the reins of his horse, and left. The guards around him could clearly see that his eyes had become damp.

Can anyone shamelessly say that this is a riot that exterminates humanity? Why is there no chaos in the whole city, but it is chaos here? Why did no one in the shops along the street take the opportunity to burn and loot, but they only rushed in and burned this place that was once so "noble"?

From Ye Yun's point of view, for those who have long been accustomed to the tragic scenes of bloodshed and torture, those who have become insensitive, degenerate and degenerate under the cruel persecution of the colonizers; Those who have been destroyed and degraded because of the slave mark of shaving their hair and being easy to obey, because of the tyrannical and tyrannical ** system, and because of the literary prison that destroys the essence of a nation's culture, they can no longer remember any true hero of their nation in their hearts; Those so-called saints who have been arbitrarily processed and exaggerated in the face of the colonizers and their minions, only know how to worship religiously, learn to submit from these saints, learn to put their lives and property completely in the hands of those officials who are also shouting "benevolence, righteousness and morality" in their mouths, but are the most despicable and unpopular officials in the world, and in the hands of those judges who can only be moved by bribery, and let them turn their hands into clouds and their hands into rain; Those who dared to rebel against the unjust rule of the colonizers were to be killed by "a thousand cuts" according to the law, beheaded at the slightest suspicion, and those implicated in the rebellion were also to be killed. Today, they can dare to take up arms to pay off the blood debt, what is wrong with killing? What's wrong with burning him? That's how it should be! For those bastards who relied on brutality to start their lives, they must treat others the way they do.

Ye Yunlai was thinking that if because of this incident, his "compatriots" would come to him in the future to settle the account, saying that he was inhuman and unconscionable. Then he could only lament: Poor people, where are you a sleeping lion, you are completely a sick lion that has degenerated to the point of missing a few teeth. If you don't learn to be bloody, don't talk about dogs, rabbits will kick you, and pestilence chickens will dare to bite you.

Burn, kill, no one is afraid, with General Ben, there will always be all the fathers and fellow citizens. I hope that you can destroy this "paradise on earth" built by our ancestors with their own blood and tears, and at the same time, you can really straighten your waist and never bend again.

When tens of thousands of people in Qingzhou City slammed into the solid city gate and vowed to destroy the dirty "full city", outside the Lishan Gate (South Gate) of Jinan, more than a dozen war horses slowly walked out of the company camp that could not be seen at a glance of the Red Army of the Celestial Empire. Then, a hundred paces from the city gate, the small group of men and horses came to a halt.

The tall and sturdy war horse at the head seemed to be covered with a layer of snow-white satin, the white one was not a little variegated, and the white one shone dazzlingly in the sunlight. At this point, it seemed unwilling to stop, and it seemed to feel something different from usual. Its two pretty ears moved back and forth from time to time, probably hoping or wanting to hear something. Occasionally, its head is tilted back, perhaps because it doesn't feel like it should be so quiet in the back? More often than not, however, its head was raised high against the castle tower in front of it, and it was vigorously scraping on the ground with a long front leg like a jade pillar, as if it was expecting the master on its back to jump out at the first order.

On the back of the white horse, sitting upright, is a handsome young soldier whose eyebrows are full of heroism and heroism, and whoever sees it can't help but admire in his heart. He was none other than Chen Yucheng, the commander-in-chief of the Third Front Army of the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

According to the agreement in the letter in advance, he is here today to wait, waiting for Kuang Yuan, the governor of Shandong of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, to send someone to greet him, and he will immediately enter the city of Jinan in person to discuss with Kuang Yuan and others the matter of accepting the surrender of Jinan.

In the company camp, on the surface, it was still the same as usual, there was no change, and there was no crowd of onlookers. Even the soldiers at the various posts did not seem to be paying attention to the dozen or so knights in the clearing.

But I couldn't see it outside, and in all the camps and positions, the hearts of all the Red Army soldiers were raised in their throats. No one in the entire army on the Jinan front did not know what was going to happen today, and no one knew what would happen next. They were all silently preparing to break the city, and each held their breath. Almost everyone is swearing in their hearts that today, whoever dares to touch a single hair of their commander-in-chief will become a no-man's land, and they will definitely erase Jinan City from the earth forever! Is it ruthless? Is it cruel? Others may say that, but they never feel that way.

Three rumbling cannons rang out in the camp.

"Mr. Chen, the time has come." Captain Wang Hu looked at the city gate that was still closed, looked at Chen Yucheng in front of him and smiled lightly.

"Hehe, go and inform them that I've arrived." Chen Yucheng turned his head to look at Wang Hu, and also smiled lightly.

"Yes." Wang Hu agreed, raised his right hand, and waved it forward cleanly.

From behind them, a horse sped out. The maroon red war horse kicked its four hooves, the horse's belly almost rubbed the ground, and in a blink of an eye came to the head of the suspension bridge by the moat. Only then did the guard on the horse straighten up and shouted loudly, "Yucheng, commander-in-chief of the Third Front Army of the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, has arrived, and he will immediately go out of the city to greet him!" ”

Wang Hu, who was slightly behind Chen Yucheng, was in the position of the horse's head, his eyes staring ahead. On the surface, he seems to be relaxed, but in fact, he is clutching a heart, and even the nerves in his whole body are tense. This little tiger, who defended Shi Dakai last year and went to Shanghai to deal with the Hong Renda case, is here today with the same heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

He was originally an official of the Intelligence Department of the Front Army, and it is said that he had nothing to do with this escort mission. It's just that he was racking his brains and must be equipped with a few of the best guards for Chen Yucheng's trip, and Chen Yucheng reluctantly agreed to be the captain of the guard when he came. Wang Hu is very special today, because he is different from everyone including Chen Yucheng, except that he did not wear the military uniform of the Red Army, but put on another set of original robes. No one could have imagined that in addition to the short gun hanging from his waist, there was also a short gun tied to each of his two forearms, and as long as there was an accident, he could have two guns in his hand in the blink of an eye.

Chen Yucheng didn't think as much as Li Shixian and Wang Hu and others. Especially for Li Shixian's busyness, he appreciates it, but he doesn't think so. When Li Shixian finally even wanted to equip him with a company of guards, and Jian Yiyi, who accompanied him into the city, brought it up, he almost fainted with laughter. A company? Will people let you in? Even if you go in, once something happens in the city, it doesn't work? Besides, who's afraid of whom? If you want to go, just go simply, what is the fear of the husband's life, and what is the pity of death? The most important thing in life is commitment.

Kuang Yuan had already come to Lishanmen. However, he did not climb to the top of the city, but sat in a house at the gate of the city with a frown, accompanied by General Qiu who was guarding the Lishan Gate, and more than 20 civil and military staff. When it was rumored in the city that more than a dozen horsemen and horses from the other party had already left the camp, Kuang Yuan's body seemed to be excited, and he subconsciously looked up at the henchmen around him, is he really here?

The staff looked at each other, as if in shock.

"Master Kuang, they won't be pretty, right?" The political envoy looked at Kuang Yuan, and then at the others. Actually, he said it politely, what he really wanted to say was that the Chen Yucheng who was going to come was a fake, a fake.

Yes, no one has ever seen what the real Chen Yucheng looks like, and there is no guarantee that there will be a transfer. The puzzled eyes of everyone in the room naturally gathered on Kuang Yuan's body.

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