When the city fell, Ding Guotai, the prefect of Jingzhou, did not flee to the city like those fearless Eight Banner soldiers, he knew that once the city was broken, no matter how big the city was and how many houses there were, it was just a cage, and at most he could live a little longer.

Descend the thief, Lord Ding can't do it.

His family was favored by the emperor, his grandfather was a governor of Jiangsu during the Kangxi period, and his father was the governor of Jiangxi.

Unfortunately, with the destruction of the city, his path of progress came to an end.

Watching those Manchurian soldiers with white braids jumping down from the city one after another, and watching those former green battalion soldiers with shaved heads frantically slashing and killing the Eight Banners soldiers there, Lord Ding's heart really hurt.

He was unwilling, his heart was bleeding, and it hurt a lot.

However, what was in front of him was beyond his control, and he could only stumble on the city wall and walk in a daze, with only a desperate voice in his head - it's over, it's all over.

"That's the official!"

In the distance, the Xinghan army found Lord Ding wearing the prefect's official uniform, and they rushed over excitedly to capture the prefect alive.

But at the moment when the soldiers of the Xinghan Army rushed closer, Ding Zhifu mustered up the courage to walk under the battlement, pouted his ass and climbed onto the battlement, and then looked at the Xinghan Army who said the same thing as him, but dressed completely differently, and scolded: "Dog traitor, the Qing Dynasty will never let you go!" ”

The aftermath was still lingering, and the prefect's body quickly fell downward.

In the distance, there was a shout: "Jump, I won!" I'll just say that the prefect has a kind! ”

"Where did this bullshit prefect get the guts?"

The loser reluctantly hands over the copper to the winner.

"Hurry up and cut people down, and follow me down to town!"

Xiang Yong Ma San, who was requisitioned by the government from Xiangyang to encircle and suppress any thief, worked with his companions to push a Manchurian Eight Banners soldier down the city from the battlement, picked up the spear leaning against the wall and looked excitedly at the Mancheng that he had never seen before.

When he was forced to attack the city by the Xinghan army the day before yesterday, Ma San and his fellow villagers were very afraid, because the soldiers of the Eight Banners of Manchuria were very scary.

Unexpectedly, these Eight Banner soldiers didn't have a few more heads, and the knife also called their father and mother.

I knew that the Manchurians were so unbeaten, and he Ma San could also gather people to wash this city!

Thousands of bald-headed green battalion soldiers rushed into the city like this, and the Xinghan army did not have any restraint on them, even if the above asked to keep women and not men, but when the actual order was conveyed to the grassroots level, even the Jinchuan officers, who were most loyal to Gu Dashuai, refused to obey.

Hatred, it's too big.

The green battalion soldiers who rushed into the city chased the fleeing Eight Banners soldiers with the Xinghan army and killed them all the way, some people didn't know how many Manchurian Tartars they had killed, but some people remembered it clearly.

Because, every time he kills a Tartar, he will cut off the other's braids and tie them around his waist.

The Manchurian soldiers did not resist, they allowed themselves to be slaughtered, but surprisingly, the Xinghan army encountered stubborn resistance from the Han people.

Thousands of Han people took up arms when their masters fled in confusion and were unable to give up, and engaged in fierce street battles with the Xinghan army that poured into the city.

There is a cunning subordinate Bao Yi slave who shouted in Chinese: "I am a Han, not a Tartar, don't kill me!" ”

When the Xinghan soldiers who rushed up were stunned, these cunning clothed slaves suddenly took out short knives from their sleeves and behind them, and rushed towards the soldiers frantically, constantly stabbing them at their vital points.

Some people even shouted with red eyes: "You god-killing thieves, why do you want to rebel against the master, why do you want to rebel against the master!" ”

The stupidity of these Han enslaved enraged the Xinghan army, so much so that in the end, many women who should have survived were mercilessly killed.

The city was full of blood, the streets were full of blood and corpses, and the screams and cries rose and fell with each other.

Shang Jianbao, the general of Jingzhou, trembled and sealed the gate of the yamen with his own soldiers before the Xinghan army attacked the general's yamen, and then brought all his wives and children to his study.

A fire took away Shang Jianbao's family, and also destroyed the Xiangwang Mansion in the Ming Dynasty.

The killing continued throughout the night.

At dawn the next day, Gu Shidao, the commander of the Xinghan Army, led people into the city, and what caught his eye was the corpses of the city.

The smell of blood in the air did not make the Confucian marshal feel any discomfort, but he ordered: "Let people clean up and burn the corpse as soon as possible, so as not to cause a plague." ”

According to preliminary estimates, there are more than 20,000 dead bodies in the city, and if they are not dealt with as soon as possible, they will definitely decompose in such a hot weather and lead to plague.

"After the city was cleaned up, Zhang Bang Anmin, told the people that my Xinghan army was the army of the revival of the Ming Dynasty, and the people restored the clothes of the Han family, and the original owner of the original Mancheng house will be returned as long as the ancestors have a certificate..."

Wang Laoxuezheng, who had just been temporarily appointed as the prefect of Jingzhou, was busy writing them down one by one, and asked again what to do if someone was unwilling to braids and restore the Han family's clothes.

"Some are obedient to the people, but no are refugees, and at the moment our army is still weak, so there is no need to force the people to braid. Those who take the initiative to remove braids are exempt from paying taxes for one year. Officials and scholars who come to cast their braids should be brought to me. ”

After arranging this matter, Gu Shidao was about to ride his horse to the Yamen of the Jingzhou general, which was still burning, but his eyes were attracted by a lying corpse not far away.

If he wasn't mistaken, the corpse seemed to move.

Although Gu Shidao, who read the sage book as a child, has an iron-blooded side, he also has a generous side of Confucianism, sighed slightly, and led people over, regardless of whether this person is Manchurian or not, as long as he can still be saved, he will be given a way to live.

The soldiers stepped forward and turned the body over, and it was a young face.

He was hit by a musket in many places, and his face was very pale due to excessive blood loss.

"Let's see if there's still salvation,"

Gu Shidao was just about to ask someone to treat this young man, but the young man's eyes opened violently, and his eyes were full of hatred and anger.

Due to the severity of the injury, the body could not move, the mouth was opening and closing, but the voice was very small, and the corners of the mouth were constantly flowing blood.

Gu Shidao wanted to know what the young man was talking about, so he stepped forward and squatted down to listen.

The young man muttered, "Master... The master is gracious, and I will be... It's the flag man. ”

The eyes of hatred did not move, and lost all brilliance.

Thousands of miles to the East.

Shu Hede, a bachelor who led Cangzhou Manchu soldiers and hundreds of palace guards, rushed to Linqing non-stop and was stunned by the scene in front of him.

In front of the city gate, the heads of the main backbones below the thief leader Wang Lun were lined up on the long table.

Jia Jiashikai, who had been dismissed from the post of prime minister of Shandong's military affairs, stood solemnly in front of the long table, his face solemn, as if he had fought a battle that he had never lost.

The head of the thief Wang Lun was scorched black because it was burned by the fire.

The heads of the others were still clear, but they were all cold in the heat of the day.

At the head of the city, military flags fluttered gently in the breeze.

The peasant uprising of the Qianlong Dynasty, which was closest to the city of Beijing, was suppressed by Jia Liu himself.

However, the doom of the Qing Dynasty really came.

The ghost family of the West has already shown its fangs.

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