Wan Qian refers to whether the peak can bear the fifty-third section of the red water (II)

September 21, the seventh year of the Apocalypse, on the south bank of the Chishui River

Between the camps of the Ming army, a large number of bonfires are still faintly emitting green smoke, and the firewood on them has basically been burned white, and the Ming soldiers use the residual heat of the fire to heat breakfast and boiling water. Yesterday officers and non-commissioned officers at all levels were informed that there might be fierce fighting today, and they also informed the soldiers of the news.

Last night, the command of the Xuanfeng battalion ordered the soldiers to eat meat openly, and the soldiers tasted the steaming pork, knowing that there would be difficult work waiting for them the next day. More than 2,000 recruits in the battalion had enlisted in Fujian, and although they had encountered hardships along the way, they were still a little nervous. But the veterans were all idle, they feasted on the delicious food in front of them, and the main topic of discussion was the reward after the war.

After eating and drinking, the battle-hardened veterans went into the tent and fell asleep, and in the blink of an eye the snoring resounded in the camp. Their performance reassured the recruits, and they all stopped chattering nervously. The entire camp soon fell silent, with only the footsteps of the Patrol Non-commissioned Officer occasionally breaking the quiet atmosphere.

This morning, the fruit chiefs went to the camp to collect the fish, and yesterday the Xuanfeng battalion netted a lot of river fish from the Chishui River, and this morning they could take one of each fruit for breakfast, and when the soldiers got up, the fruit chiefs had already cooked the fish soup, and then they divided the fish soup and pastry for breakfast one by one.

These people are the non-commissioned officer group of the Funing Army, and they serve as a bridge between officers and soldiers, and they play a role in connecting the upper and lower levels. It is also the most important wealth of the Funing Army. Needless to say, most of the officers under Huangshi were promoted from the rank of non-commissioned officers, and they all realized the importance of non-commissioned officers.

Therefore, the Funing Army has a lot of rules to help non-commissioned officers win respect, such as being responsible for distributing meals, and they have to be the last to eat. Of course, all of this also pays off. Not only do they have the opportunity to be promoted to officers, but they also earn medals more easily than ordinary soldiers. In the end, Huangshi gave them a special reward: Guo Chang did not have a mouth, and every month, in addition to the one or two and a half coins of silver that the soldiers deserved, Huangshi would also give each of them a red envelope in his private name, which usually had a silver coin equivalent to five coins of Funing Town.

After breakfast, the soldiers helped each other put on their armor, and Jia Minghe had already ordered the hoplites to put on their armor and prepare. When the soldiers were busy putting on iron armor, there was already a faint sound of cannon in the direction of the Chishui River. When they were clothed, they silently picked up their spears and followed the officer towards the river.

There are many black reefs in the Chishui River, and there are a few large areas in the central channel, on which the river water laps white waves. When the river is shallow, more rocks emerge from under the water, and some rocks are hidden a little below the surface of the water, and their shadows can be seen through the river.

On each side of the Chishui River there is a flatter riverside. From time to time, cavalry flew by the riverside, passing information and orders back and forth. The height of the river bank and the water level are about the same, and there are a large number of pebbles on the boundary between land and water. The sappers of the Selector Battalion were busy by the river, tying the felled branches into bundles with ropes, then sandwiching some stones and throwing them to the Chishui River. The water flows at a slower rate, and these mixtures of wood and stone are not washed away, so they are all silted up next to the rocks on the banks of the river.

The gentle riverside was not very long, and a steep dirt slope soon appeared not far away, with some low shrubs and small trees growing on it. On this slope, there is a relatively flat woods and meadows, and Jia Minghe is now standing on the high slope on the south bank, surrounded by a group of officers of the General Staff.

The artillery behind Jia Minghe was conducting a test firing, not only to adjust the angle of the artillery, but also to undermine the morale of the rebels by the way. The sound of artillery firing gradually subsided after a while. The rebels on the other side of the river are also gathering more and more. Soon in the distance, a black ground appeared with a crowd of heads. Jia Minghe raised his binoculars and looked at the rebels carrying a large number of bamboo rafts and wooden rafts. Slowly coming from the north with heavy steps.

A staff officer walked quickly behind the Jia Ming River and reported aloud: "My lord, there is no sign of large-scale rafting by the rebels anywhere else, and the rebels all along the river seem to be pouring towards us. ”

"Got it. ”

After a while, another staff officer leaned over and reported, "My lord, the selection battalion has been assembled. ”

Jia Minghe put down his binoculars, turned around and explained a few words, and immediately staff officers and heralds scattered his orders. The musketeers of the Ming army strode to the slope on the side of the river bank and began to set up firing positions. Most of them placed their firearms on the slope facing the riverside mud beach from the high ground, and looked down on the Chishui River from a high position.

After the musketeers were deployed, the vanguard of the rebels also reached the opposite riverbank. A large number of rebel soldiers ran down the high slope on the opposite side, and as soon as they came into contact with the land on the riverside, they immediately ran towards the river, diligently clearing the reef and debris on their side.

Then a large number of bamboo rafts were pushed down the high slope, and they carried up large clouds of sand and gravel, swooped down violently from the slope, and fell heavily to the ground by the river, making a continuous and violent crashing sound. The rebel soldiers followed behind these rafts, jumping swiftly over the obstacles on the steep slope to the ground, and nimbly dodging the rafts and rafts that caught up behind.

At this time, the Ming army had already reported that there was still no large-scale river crossing in other places, and Jia Minghe asked the heralds to inform the friendly troops, so that they could strengthen their vigilance and notify themselves as soon as there was a situation. He raised his binoculars again, and on the opposite road, the rebels were still pouring here, which was really a sea of people.

"My lord, do you want to order artillery firing?" a staff officer reminded Jia Minghe behind him when he saw this momentum.

"Of course not," Jia Minghe said in a slightly upward tone. There seemed to be a hint of surprise in it, and he said without looking back, "Let's get our pikemen into position first." ”

"Yes, sir. ”

The drums of the Ming army sounded rhythmically,

"All the troops stand up!"

"Forward!"

With the powerful orders of the officers, the more than 2,000 infantry of the Ming army followed the drum beat and walked towards the slope with neat steps, and the sun shone on the iron armor and gun blades of these soldiers. From the sky, it looks like there is a patch of mercury flowing through the trees.

The soldiers suddenly appeared in front of the rebels on the opposite side. The woods beside the shoal, which were more than a mile long, were full of silver light, and hundreds of Ming ironclad infantry flashed from it, and this silver light soon flowed to the edge of the high slope, and then quickly flowed down the slope, and in a short time it was all over the opposite riverbank.

"Look to the right!"

"Look to the right!"

A large number of Ming officers turned their backs to the enemy and issued orders to their subordinates. The pikemen of the Ming army stood in a horizontal column in two lines, as if they had inlaid a thin silver border for the Chishui River.

"The whole army - sit!"

After issuing this order. The Ming army all sat on the riverside, and at the same time raised the nine-foot spear in their hands high into the sky. The officers in front of them also turned around, one by one put their hands behind their backs, hid under their red cloaks, and looked coldly at the rebels on the other side.

Gusts of wind blew over the river and passed over the heads of the two thousand officers and soldiers, and the white feathers on their helmets made a thin whistling sound in the wind, which was the only sound on the Ming army's position.

More rebels on the opposite bank rushed down the high slopes. They used their hands and feet together by the river, shouting in unison to push the reef away from the river. Many of them were bare-handed and barefoot, bloodied by the rocks and weeds, but one by one, as if unconscious, was still trying to clear the obstacles to crossing the river, as if none of them had seen the Ming army waiting on the other side.

After receiving a report that the infantry had been deployed. He commanded softly, "Let's start shelling." Then he walked slowly to the edge of the high slope and looked at the crowd on the other side without saying a word.

According to the current distance between the two armies, the Ming army still began to bombard with solid shells in accordance with the artillery regulations, and the ten field guns were ignited one by one in turn, some hit the high slope on the opposite bank, some fell into the Chishui River, but more still hit the bank of the river with dense crowds, or the steep slope with a surging flow of people.

The debris from the shells knocked the people around it to the ground, and from time to time someone screamed and rolled down the steep slope onto the riverbank, and the bamboo raft lost control and broke free from the ropes that bound it. A long roar soared down a steep slope to the earth. Pin the rebel soldiers who couldn't dodge directly into the dirt on the riverside.

One round of shelling was followed by a new one, and this time a bamboo raft laid flat on the bank of the river was accurately hit. The bamboo poles on this large raft are four layers thick. They were tightly tied together, looking like a large raft full of gas. With this ferocious blow, the raft first bent violently, curling up like a ball of waste paper rubbed by a child.

Then the bamboo raft bounced violently from the ground, and the four layers of long bamboo poles were either shattered to pieces, or burst out of the bamboo raft like wild horses, they twisted their bodies and rolled in the air a few times, and then they screamed and rushed to the ground, deep into the earth like rows of throwing guns, and the bamboo poles were still dripping with the blood of the victims.

As the shelling continued, more and more rebel soldiers fell on the opposite riverbank, and more than a dozen bamboo rafts were torn to pieces by the shelling, but more people arrived with more rafts. They pushed the corpse of their companion aside, then dragged the raft on, or ran two steps closer to move the reef with their partner in front of them.

In front of the artillery of the Ming army, these people simply cleared a smooth road surface by the shallow river, and a dozen rebel soldiers carried cables on their backs and quickly ran to drag a bamboo raft into the water, and when the large bamboo raft proudly floated on the river, the rebels on the other side of the river let out a loud cheer.

"Change the shotgun—"

As the rebels' bamboo rafts continued to start in the water, the Ming artillery also changed to short-range weapons. When the Ming army changed ammunition, the rebels had already jumped into the water and jumped on the bamboo raft, rowing towards the south bank. At the same time, many rebels climbed the bamboo raft with one hand, stepped on the water and desperately pushed the bamboo raft into the heart of the river. The rebels on the bamboo raft rowed and sang mountain songs.

Although this is a shoal, but there are many bamboo rafts in the water, it is inevitable that some will be pushed to the reef, and before the Ming army can fire, there is a bamboo raft that hits it, and then it is swept by the current and turns over. The people on it were thrown into the water, and several people were filmed directly into the river.

"Shoot!"

The Ming army's shotguns were sprayed at people who had nowhere to hide on the water. Half of the people on the two people on the bamboo raft who were leaning together suddenly plunged into the water, and the remaining few people also fell on the bamboo raft. Uncontrollably, the raft spun around and slid downstream, and the river repeatedly washed the surface of the raft, washing the blood on it again and again, but more blood flowed out of the human body, soaking the upper bamboo raft in the red liquid again.

However, the continuous artillery bombardment apparently could not stop the rebels' determination to cross the river, and as the Ming artillery stopped bombarding the riverbank. More bamboo rafts were sent down the Chishui River by them. More than the few rebels who boarded the rafts, many jumped directly into the river, mostly armed with weapons, and many tied a section of the cable around their waists.

While it is indeed a shoal that is easy to navigate, the current in the middle of the river is still relatively rapid. When they reach the middle of the stream, whether they are rebels on bamboo rafts or swimmers in the water, they must use their strength to fight the rapids. And this time was the best time for the Ming army to shell.

Each shotgun claimed a lot of lives, and even minor injuries were fatal enough at this critical moment of crossing. The Ming artillery fired again and again. After each cannon fire, a group of rebel soldiers who were fighting bravely against the river could be seen abruptly stopping, and their stiff bodies would be turned several times by the river when the next wave hit. Then roll it downstream.

One after another, the bamboo rafts that lost power were pushed hard onto the black reef by the Chishui River, and the corpses of countless people were thrown into the air in this violent collision, like a thin piece of paper, repeatedly hitting the reef or water. After the rebels had passed the midstream, the Ming gunners began to shoot, and they carried out the rounds of fire in an orderly manner under the orders of the officers, and after each platoon of gunsmoke, some of the rebel warriors who rushed over and fell into the river.

The closer they got to the south bank, the more cautious the rebel soldiers became, carrying their already empty rafts in front of them. Pushing it hard to swim over. Condescendingly, the Ming gunners kept shooting. Stir up waves around the raft, or break the raft itself into debris.

Bamboo rafts are close to the south bank. But one by one, they were swept downstream by the river. Gradually, some of the floating corpses were pushed to the south bank by the river, and most of them stuck their heads in the water, only showing their backs on the water, and when these drifters were caught by the branches on the south bank, they would stop and gather more and more.

Not only here on the south bank, but even on the reef in the middle of the river, some corpses are starting to hang on them. The dead were sometimes blocked by the reefs below the surface, where they slowly accumulated, and gradually even the large rafts began to be hindered by them, stopping between the reefs and the corpses.

"How many people have the thieves lost?" Jia Minghe asked the staff officers behind him, his tone so calm that there was not the slightest fluctuation of emotion.

"Six hundred?"

"Seven hundred?"

"Seven hundred and five?"

Several staff officers behind him gave their approximate numbers, but Jia Minghe did not reply noncommittally, but just picked up the telescope again and raised it in front of him to observe the situation on the other side.

The rebels on the opposite side are still coming. Someone dragged more bamboo rafts down the riverbank, and then shouted in unison to push it into the Chishui River, and then jumped on the raft vigorously and began rowing with a relaxed expression. Yes, it was the relaxed expression that made it as if I was peacefully embarking on the journey home.

More and more corpses and bamboo rafts were blocked on the river, and the water downstream was gradually dyed pink, while the one-sided slaughter continued. Finally there were so many obstacles on the river that the new rafts had almost lost their navigable path, but their brave sailors were still struggling to find their way, and as they had been before, they were still singing as hard as they had done last night.

The people on the riverside who were not in the water for a while also sang this ballad, and as time went by. The earth-shattering song rang out again on the north shore. This loud southwestern folk song easily suppressed the guns of the Ming army. Countless people sang the praises of their ancestors and heroes, and rushed to the south shore with weapons or cables on their backs.

The first rebel to step on the bottom of the river on the south bank alive did not survive any longer, and the moment the bullet struck him the moment he stood up. The companion behind the forerunner pushed away his corpse and reached the obstacle where the Ming army was still on the shore with his hand, as he gasped and tried to move it away. Another fire bolt slammed into his chest, and the rebel soldier's eyes widened. With blood foaming in his mouth, he lay backwards, allowing the wide Chishui River to take in his body.

When the Chishui River took the man away, several more rebels stood up, and they gasped violently and rushed over the obstacles of the Ming army. Another man untied the cable from his waist and tried to put it on a reef. These people were noticed by a group of Ming gunners, and they took a closer look. Then a salvo was fired under the command of the officer, and several of the rebels fell into the obstacle they wanted to move away from and became part of it.

When the Ming gunners were loading, more than a dozen rebels ran quickly, first tearing off the corpses and still on the side, and then working together to drag a piece of the Ming army's obstacle out of the riverbank. Just as they shouted again and pulled it into the river, the Ming army's guns rang out again, and the rebels also fell. The leader clutched his chest with one hand and spun backwards and fell. But the right hand was still firmly attached to the branch, and the tremendous impact of the fire could not separate them.

A cable was attached to a reef on the bank of the river, and at this time the faces of several staff officers behind the Jaming River had begun to turn pale, and one of them could not help but sigh: "As long as an army is willing to shed blood, it can always advance." ”

Another staff officer also sighed approvingly: "It is no wonder that the rebellion of Lu'an has spread to the four provinces, and it is so difficult to calm down. Although there are few thieves, there are such tenacious people. ”

More and more cables were fixed to the reef near the south bank, and the songs of the rebels on the north bank became louder and louder, and they walked down the Chishui River in whole formations, holding the cables to the south bank.

The Ming army's obstacle line was already covered with corpses, but the line was also opened by the rebels, and finally one of the rebels staggered to the land on the south bank. On the riverside, the officers of the Ming army were still standing with their hands in their hands, watching the exhausted man staggering and moving towards them, in the next shot. The rebel soldier was beaten and bounced backwards. became the first person to die on the south bank of the Chishui River.

Jia Minghe looked at the Chishui River at his feet, this river is really well deserved now. The firepower of the Ming army has been concentrated on the breakthrough of the obstacle line. A large number of firecrackers formed a rotation of fire at this gap, which made the rebels unable to go ashore for a while, but the rebels were also constantly expanding the barrier line to break through the section, and it seemed that the firecrackers could not stop them for any longer.

"It's time for the pikemen to get on. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

The drums of the Ming army on the riverside sounded again, and the Ming hoplites who had been recuperating for a long time heard the sound, and the Ming officers in front of them also turned around and began to issue orders. After a few simple group movements, they began to stride forward, past the officers and to the rear of the obstacle line.

"Stand!"

"Look to the right!"

"Look ahead!"

According to the orders of the officers behind them, the ironclad infantry of the Ming army formed a battle formation close together, and finally formed a long three-row horizontal formation, and the musketeers crossed them and fired at the rebels in depth. When the pressure suddenly lessened, more rebels swarmed up and removed a lot of obstacles at once, and then more rebel soldiers walked from the river to the shore.

The Ming infantry all put their long guns on the ground and quietly watched the rebels move in front of them, and several, dozens, hundreds of rebels came out of the murky Chishui River, their eyebrows, eyes, and beards were constantly dripping with red droplets, and their coarse cloth clothes turned black and red.

The men gasped for breath and walked on the mudflats by the river, their hair and clothes twisted and shivering in the wind. The rebel soldier clenched the weapon in his hand and stared at the Ming army in front of him. Slowly, slowly, it pressed over.

"All - get under the mask, get ready for battle!"

The hoplites of the Ming army lowered the masks on their helmets with their left hands in unison, and then pulled out of the shelves one after another, leveling the spears in their hands.

The rebels let out a long-suppressed roar and shout, concentrated the last bit of strength in their bodies, and rushed towards the Ming army's defensive line.

"First row - stab to the right!"

......

The battle had been over for a long time, and Jia Minghe and the staff officers behind him were still standing upright. Looking towards the Chishui River.

"Report—"

A soldier's long voice sounded behind him, and the casualties of the Ming army had been counted.

"Your Excellency. Eighty-seven of our troops were killed and one hundred and ninety-five wounded. ”

"Got it, go down. ”

After the soldier saluted and left, Jia Minghe sighed and took a few more steps forward. The Ming army is clearing the battlefield on the riverbank, and today's beheadings cannot be estimated, there must be thousands. However, many more of the war dead were taken away by the Chishui River, and countless rebel soldiers were killed today. Several staff officers under Jia Minghe estimated that there were more than fifteen thousand.

Looking at the blood-red river, Jia Minghe gently took off his helmet, held it in his arms with one arm, looked ahead and said loudly: "Brothers, let us salute this group of brave enemies. ”

Several staff officers behind Jia Minghe also silently took off their helmets.

They looked at the undulating corpses and bamboo rafts on the river for a long time, and only then did one of the officers whisper: "All of our Funing Army are warriors, so we also admire warriors the most." But we are dignified kings, and they are thieves...... Since the marshal became an army, he has been completely destroyed. It is not something that an opponent can compete with by being brave. ”

......

On September 23, the seventh year of the Apocalypse, Chishuiwei

The gate of the Chishui Acropolis was wide open, and on both sides of the road from the outside of the city gate to the temporary government office in the city, there were densely packed with Ming soldiers, all of whom were wearing iron armor and helmets neatly worn.

Two people approached. Walked to the front of the Ming army outside the city, then knelt down in front of him, bowed a big bow and then kowtowed, stood up and bowed forward three small steps, then knelt down again and bowed, and then got up again...... Bow down again...... And so he walked from outside the city to the city gates, and from the city gates all the way to the temporary government office.

Zhang Heming was dressed in a big red official robe and a black gauze and jade belt, sitting in the middle. After these two people saw Zhang Heming, they didn't dare to get up again. He knelt on the ground and crawled slowly. Zhang Heming snorted. Holding the jade belt around his waist, he stood up and strode forward to the steps of the middle door. Huangshi was dressed in military uniform. With his left hand pressed the hilt of the sword, he followed Zhang Heming's side with a calm face.

Zhang Heming's face was full of anger, his long white beard shook involuntarily, his left hand was kept on the jade belt around his waist, his right arm leaned forward and leaned down, his index finger and middle finger halberd out, and he shouted at the two people kneeling on the ground and asked, "Luxury Chongming, An Bangyan, can you two be guilty?"

Yu Chongming and An Bangyan didn't answer, but just kowtowed to the ground. Zhang Heming saw that the two of them were bleeding from their scalps on the ground, so he snorted coldly again and waved his hand at the surrounding soldiers. Immediately, a few soldiers came out and tied up Yu Chongming and An Bangyan. The two men were dejected, and they had no intention of resisting at all. After the Ming army tied up the two of them, they dragged them down and put them in the prisoner car, waiting for the weapons to be sent to the Beijing Division.

After dragging the two away, Zhang Heming swept away the anger on his face just now, he laughed three times, turned around and walked back to the middle seat with satisfaction, leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, and gently tapped his fingers on the table. Huangshi's location is on the side of Zhang Heming. In addition to the two of them, there were two battalion officers in Huangshidi in the hall at this time: He Dingyuan and Jia Minghe, both of whom also had a bench to sit on, and they were sitting under Zhang Heming and Huang Shi, and they held the door like two generals.

Zhang Heming is old, so the surrender ceremony is officially over. He first praised Huangshi's martial arts again, and then praised He Dingyuan and Jia Minghe as well. He said that whether it was He Dingyuan's stubborn defense of the lonely city or Jia Minghe's efforts to suppress and return to the division, it was a great credit, of course, this was also inseparable from the leadership of Huangshi, the so-called "strong generals have no weak soldiers".

In this battle, He Dingyuan fought a little depressed. He thought that the rebels would attack Chishuiwei, but Huangshi's agitation before leaving made him hold a kind of "wind and water cold." The strong man is gone, and he will never return". But I didn't expect that the rebels couldn't withstand a dozen at all. This Chishui Acropolis is not large, with a circumference of less than three miles. The five thousand Ming army stayed in the city of Chishuiwei, it was really impenetrable, coupled with the fire and artillery of the Funing army, the rebels definitely came and died.

At the beginning, Yu Chongming came to test twice, but before the Ming army could use all its firepower, he let the rebels run into a nose and walk away twice. Since then, the Yongning Army has never come to Chishuiwei again. Later, Ahn Bangyan arrived. Another tentative offensive was organized. The scale of the enemy attack was not small, and the rebels surrounded three sides. Almost 10,000 people were mobilized to attack the city at the same time. Seeing that the other party was menacing, the Panshi battalion naturally did not dare to slack off, and the cannons and firearms were fired out openly, and as a result, the Shuixi army never came back a second time.

After that, it was a long time to keep the city on hold. Although He Dingyuan wanted to rush out of the city several times to fight a counterattack, before leaving, Huang Shi repeatedly explained that "Chishuiwei cannot be absent, absolutely cannot be absent", and "if Chishuiwei is lost, the Funing army will be wiped out" The warning has always lingered in He Dingyuan's heart. He pondered it several times. felt that he couldn't try to be happy for a while and trap the whole army in danger, so He Dingyuan simply suppressed his desire to attack, and waited every day for the rebels to attack the city.

Unexpectedly, before the rebels attacked the city, they waited for the Huangshidi fire battalion. After He Dingyuan connected with the fire battalion, he knew that there was no chance to annihilate the enemy, and the destruction of the rebels was already a matter of time. Deaths and injuries are inevitable in order to win the battle, but it is a bit too much to let the soldiers take risks for the sake of personal desire to make meritorious contributions, and there is no suspense in the war. He Dingyuan is happy to be able to get more soldiers to return home in good health.

And Jia Minghe was very disgusted with Luxury Chongming and An Bangyan, and when the atmosphere relaxed, Jia Minghe immediately shouted: "The bones of the two thieves of Luxury Chongming and An Bangyan are too soft, so many people have died for them, how can they still surrender and still want to live?"

Huangshi smiled and did not speak. Zhang Heming, who was in a very good mood, explained his doubts to Jia Minghe: "How can these two thieves survive? They just wanted to trade their bodies for the court's leniency towards their people. ”

Jia Minghe was stunned for a moment, he seemed to have seen the scene of the southwest rebels desperately crossing the river again, he couldn't bear it for a while, so he asked again: "Lord Zhang, will the imperial court be lenient in dealing with the chaotic parties in Shuixi and Yongning?"

Zhang Heming twisted his long beard and said with a smile: "I'm afraid not." If only the two thieves are arrested, maybe the court will recruit their son. But now most of the thieves in Shuixi and Yongning are tied up, and the remnants of Shuixi and Yongning are not in trouble, and the old man thinks that these two Xuanfu Divisions should be uprooted, slaughtered their clans, and used them to deter other local officials. ”

Although Zhang Heming said what he thought would happen to the imperial court. In reality, however, the imperial court generally recognized the determination of the local officials in charge of the purging of the land. Therefore, Huang Shi knew that most of the lives of many soldiers and civilians in Shuixi and Yongning were actually in the hands of Zhang Heming. After He Dingyuan and Jia Minghe left, Zhang Heming pondered for a moment. He turned around again and asked Huang Shi: "Huang Shuai, in your opinion, how should we deal with these tens of thousands of rebels?"

This time, with the defeat of Yu Chongming and An Bangyan, the encircled enemy army also surrendered to the Ming army. In addition to the soldiers they brought, there were also many local soldiers who transported grain, plus the Yongning army that had surrendered to Huangshi before, the Ming army captured a total of 50,000 rebels, including more than 3,000 strong women, who were also requisitioned and sent to transport grain.

"Huang Shuai has beheaded tens of thousands of people this time, but the more the better, right?" Zhang Heming's tone of voice was very flat, and the expression on his face was not wavering.

"I heard what Elder Zhang meant just now, I'm afraid I want to play to the court, so that this Yongning and Shuixi will change the land and return to the stream, right?"

"Yes, so it's a problem for these people to stay, maybe it's all the other way around in a blink of an eye. ”

Huang Shi had long thought about the issue of prisoners, and he also knew that it was definitely a great achievement for such a large piece of land to be "changed and returned to the stream", and Zhang Heming would definitely not let it go. After he saw Zhang Heming admit that he had this intention, he cautiously said: "Old Zhang, the last general feels that it is ominous to kill prisoners, and besides, these native soldiers may be able to let us raze them." ”

"Oh? ”

......

October 16, the seventh year of the Apocalypse

The emperor has been speechless for the past few days, and he almost suffocated several times yesterday. Today, the apocalypse seemed to be a little better, and he motioned to the queen with his eyes, asking her to summon King Xin into the palace immediately, and at the same time let the entire cabinet serve outside the palace.

In the afternoon, when King Xin stumbled in, he opened his mouth to speak, and burst into tears, and although he lay on the ground and bowed to the emperor with the courtesy, he could not utter a word. The queen and the little eunuch who were waiting were shocked when they saw this, although everyone was mentally prepared, but the apocalypse had not yet returned to heaven, and it was definitely a great faux pas for King Xin to do this.

Instead, Apocalypse smiled, and his blue and black face once again glowed with a kind glow. While struggling to keep breathing, he squeezed out a few words intermittently: "King Xin is really my own brother." ”

After saying these words, Apocalypse stopped speaking again. As he tried to breathe, he motioned with his eyes for his attendant to bring him a seat. After the eunuch moved the bench, no matter how he placed the apocalypse, he frowned and expressed his dissatisfaction, and finally let King Xin sit on the side of the sickbed before he was satisfied.

With each breath, there was a high-pitched metallic wheezing sound in Apocalypse's chest, and although he was about to lose the strength to cough, he still put his hand on Shin-wang's hand and gently stroked the back of his brother's hand with his fingertips. After a while, Apocalypse looked at the door again, his eyes showing anticipation and persistence.

Until the sun was setting in the west, Apocalypse was still looking at the door from time to time, and there was a deathly silence in the hall, except for the emperor's wheezing sound like a bellows.

"Long live the lord, long live the lord!" Wei Zhongxian shouted all the way to the dormitory, his heavy footsteps echoing throughout the corridor and the palace.

These days, Tianqi sent Wei Zhongxian to the General Administration Department as soon as he woke up, and after hearing Wei Zhongxian's shout, Tianqi's eyes also lit up, and he raised his head hard, as if he wanted to sit up, but finally gave up.

"Long live the lord," Wei Zhongxian knelt on the ground as soon as he rushed through the door, holding a copy of the song and shouting: "Great victory in the southwest! Huang Shuai broke the thieves in Chishuiwei, beheaded 12,655 corpses, and captured more than 45,000 people of Hao Chongming, An Bangyan and their subordinates. ”

After speaking, Wei Zhongxian put aside the song and grabbed the ground with his head: "Long live the Lord is happy, Long live the Lord is happy." ”

Apocalypse suddenly seemed to lose all his strength, he lay flat on the bed and flicked his fingers lightly, and everyone retreated obediently, leaving King Xin alone.

Tianqi was angry for a while, and squeezed out a sentence: "The Donglin Party is not credible, don't listen to their nonsense." ”

King Shin cried and said, "Yes, Imperial Brother. ”

Tianqi nodded slightly, and after a while, he hissed again: "Make good use of Wei Zhongxian, and Huangshi." ”

King Shin wept and nodded desperately: "Yes, Imperial Brother." ”

The next few words, Apocalypse, said very simply: "Be kind to the Queen." ”

At last King Shin burst into tears, and he lay on his brother's bedside and cried, "Yes." ”

Shin felt a hand touch over his head, and it was very strong, and he looked up with tears in his eyes, and vaguely saw that his brother was still smiling at him.

"Come-" The last words of the apocalypse were spoken very loudly, as if he had regained his strength and vitality, and he spat out loudly with full hope: "My brother should be Yao Shun!"

On October 16, the seventh year of the Apocalypse, the Ming Xi Sect collapsed.

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