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Gradually, Huang Zonghan couldn't be happy anymore. The Taiping army no longer attacked the city at all, and its plan to use the fortified city to consume the other party was in vain. The local counterattack became vulnerable in the face of the opponent's strong defensive line. And with batch after batch of opponents flocking here, it is difficult to get out of the city to fight back.

Standing on the head of the city, all you see are the red flags that are connected into a piece, and then look at the fire-like "ancient persimmon" from a distance, Hangzhou is simply surrounded by the red sea to death, Hangzhou has really become a dead city. He began to regret that he should not have left the common people behind, and the soldiers and civilians fought for food, which also shortened his own lifeline.

The vast accumulation of grain and grass is long gone, and the next thing that will appear is the war disaster! The Qing army, which has no food and grass inside and no rescue soldiers outside, is like a group of wild beasts, robbing, first robbing small families, and finally developing into large wealthy families, as long as they find even a grain of grain, they will pounce on it with red eyes. Then there was adultery, venting that despair to the fullest, turning a beautiful Hangzhou into a living hell on earth.

Now, the officers and soldiers and the common people have eaten up all the living things that can be put in the mouths of the city, and the bark and grass roots, and even the "yellow flowers" that Hangzhou is proud of in the golden autumn and October, have become food to fill the hungry stomachs of the people. In the west of the city, it can be seen that the sweet fire persimmons that were almost tired of eating in the past are now like gluttonous insects, seducing the officers and soldiers in the city, with straight eyes, salivating at the corners of their mouths, and shriveled stomachs croaking. I can't tell when, but some soldiers will fall down with a cry of "hunger", staring at a pair of big eyes of longing, and slowly die.

The forest is large, and naturally there are all kinds of birds. When Hangzhou ran out of grain and grass, starvation was everywhere, and there were even rumors of cannibalism, more than a dozen shops selling roasted cakes popped up in the streets and alleys of the city within the city of "Manying". Not to mention how prosperous the business is, since August, the nearly two months of fire storms have almost wiped out the wealth of Hangzhou. Strange? Not surprising at all. Behind them, the supporting master is Ruichang, a Hangzhou general who once had more than 3,000 Eight Banner soldiers, but was already beaten by the Heavenly Army in the First Battle of West Lake and became a half-crippled general. The strange thing is that even if the minimum survival guarantee has been lost, when everyone dreams at night and thinks about the sweet white rice during the day, no one dares to touch them, the people don't dare, the officers and soldiers don't dare, and Huang Zonghan doesn't dare.

Hunger, as well as the endless and powerful psychological offensive of the Heavenly Army outside the city, made those places where all the places gathered to practice Yong lose the will to resist first. The lowest treatment made them the first to go into famine, and even if they went to the people to grab food, they would not be able to take the first turn. As a result, no matter how Huang Zonghan forbade it and what methods he used to prevent it, starting in August, the number of people who went out of the city to surrender to the Heavenly Army became more and more day by day, and it slowly spread to the Green Battalion soldiers.

There is no hope for a single qiē, and the 60,000 "male masters" that were once proud have become "bear masters", and the ending is clearly there without thinking about it. Huang Zonghan returned from his last tour of the city and sat in his governor's yamen sighing. Are you wrong? He was reflecting.

Of course, it is not wrong to defend Hangzhou, and throughout Zhejiang, it is Hangzhou that can be suitable for long-term perseverance. Of course, it is not wrong to use the strong city to consume the opponent's vital force, but the mistake is to ignore the huge power of Hangzhou's hundreds of thousands of people. But if all the people of the city had been let out, would the city have been able to hold it? I'm afraid that it may not be, the whole territory of Zhejiang is in the hands of the opponent, just so lonely Hangzhou, who knows that the opponent will not surround you for a year or two. He thought about it backwards and finally figured it out.

What Hangzhou can't hold is not whether there is grain and grass. If he had withdrawn from Hangzhou as soon as possible, it would have been just a lost dog, and he would eventually be driven out of Zhejiang, and the emperor would not like to see him running all the way to Fujian or Guangdong alive. "Die!" In fact, it was destined to be this path from the beginning.

Huang Zonghan got up from his chair, lifted the placket of his shirt and gently wiped it on the plaque given to him by the emperor. The plaque, which had been hanging above the main hall, had been removed by him and placed on the bookcase in recent days, and he would look at it silently every day.

"Sir, let's have something to eat."

Huang Zonghan turned his head, still a plate of pickles and a small bowl of rice. Since the city was trapped and died, he called on the soldiers and civilians in the city to farm together, and the back garden of the governor's yamen asked him to change it into a vegetable field. He instructed his subordinates to be careful, and sometimes even went to the hands himself, and the vegetables he harvested were pickled into side dishes according to his wishes.

He looked at the subordinate who was also dish-looking, smiled and shook his head, "Put it there." Here, help me put it on the bed inside. He pointed to the plaque on the case......

In late October, the Qingtai Gate, Wulin Gate, and Genshan Gate, which are located in the east and north of Hangzhou, were opened almost at the same time, and after nearly eight months of siege, the Red Army troops entered Hangzhou without bloodshed.

"It's really strange that there are so many gold, silver and jewelry hoarded here, these guys can't forget their money until they die." As soon as he arrived at the Hangzhou General's Mansion in Ruichang, he saw more than a dozen warehouses here, and Lin Fengxiang was a little confused.

Huang Zaixing smiled, "Isn't it very good, the things that have been accumulated are not to be handed over to us as they are." ”

"Huang Zonghan committed suicide by swallowing gold, and when he was dying, he still held the plaque given to him by the demon head of Xianfeng, but Ruichang was willing to be a prisoner, he really fucking has him." Qin Rigang scolded with a smile while pointing to some Manchurian soldiers who were being escorted down, "Look at them, they don't look like they have eaten a few mouthfuls of food." ”

"Hehe, that's what they think they're noble. They think of themselves as human beings. Wait, when they are handed over to the people of Hangzhou for trial, they won't eat anything, you say, Commander Lin? Huang Zaixing smiled and looked at Lin Fengxiang.

"Of course, these things that are used to being uncles, once they are handed over to the people, there is absolutely no good fruit to eat." Lin Fengxiang said, sighing, he thought of the corpses, men, women, and children that he could see everywhere along the way, which had already begun, or had already been **, "The people of Hangzhou have suffered a lot. ”

"Yes," Huang Zaixing sighed. In fact, although Hangzhou was taken, the psychology of several main generals was the same, and they completely lost the pleasantness of attacking cities and grabbing land. "War is like that, no matter what the outcome is, it is the people who suffer the most. We don't want to see this outcome, but after all, it is for more people to get rid of suffering as soon as possible. ”

"Alas!" Lin Fengxiang shook his head, "Be kind to Hangzhou, be kind to the people here, they have paid too much for the future of the Celestial Empire!" ”

"Yes!" Huang Zaixing looked at Qin Rigang beside him, "Before going south, everyone must mobilize and quickly deal with the affairs of Hangzhou, so as not to cause the spread of the plague in the future." Your army is temporarily responsible for the garrison of Hangzhou, and you must cooperate with Li Kaifang to do local work. Inform the people, don't eat too much, you will die. ”

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