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Chapter 368

When the city fell, Ding Guotai, the magistrate of Jingzhou, did not flee to the city like those frightened Eight Banners soldiers. He knew that once the city was broken, no matter how big the city was, no matter how many houses there were, it would be nothing but a cage, and at most he would be allowed to live for a while.

Mr. Ding can't do it to subdue the thief.

His family background was favored by the emperor, his grandfather was the governor of Jiangsu during the Kangxi period, and his father was the governor of Jiangxi. Although he is only the prefect of Jingzhou, he is only 40 years old, so he may not be able to be a local official like his father and grandfather.

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

Seeing those Manchurian soldiers with white braids jumping down from the city one after another, watching those former Green Battalion soldiers with shaved heads slashing and killing the Eight Banners soldiers frantically, Mr. Ding's heart really ached.

He was not reconciled, his heart was bleeding, and he was in great pain.

However, he couldn't stop everything in front of him. He could only stumble and walk on the city wall, with only a desperate voice in his mind-it's over, everything is over.

"That's an official!"

In the distance, the Xing Han army spotted Mr. Ding wearing the prefect's official uniform, and they rushed over excitedly to capture Mr. Ding alive.

But at the moment when the soldiers of the Xinghan Army were approaching, Zhifu Ding mustered up the courage to go to the crenel, climbed up the crenel with his buttocks sticking out, and then looked at the group of people who said the same thing as him but wore completely different clothes. The Xinghan army yelled angrily: "You traitors, the Qing Dynasty will never let you go!"

The lingering sound still lingered in his ears, and the body of the prefect quickly fell downward.

Applause came from a distance: "Jumped, I won! I said that the magistrate is kind!"

"Where does this bullshit magistrate have the guts?"

The person who lost the bet reluctantly handed over the coins to the winner.

"Hurry up and kill the man, come down to the city with me!"

Xiangyong Masan, who was conscripted by the government from Xiangyang to encircle and suppress some bandits, worked with his companions to push a Manchurian Eight Banners soldier from the crenel to the city, picked up the spear leaning against the wall and looked at him excitedly Passed all over the city.

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

Unexpectedly, this group of Eight Banners soldiers didn't grow many heads, and they also called their parents and mothers when they were cut with a knife.

If he had known that the Manchurians were so ungrateful, he, Ma San, would have gathered a crowd to wipe out the entire city!

Thousands of bald-headed green battalion soldiers rushed into the city like this. The Xinghan Army did not have any restrictions on them. Even though the higher-ups asked to keep women but not men, when the actual order was delivered to the grassroots, even the most loyal Marshal Gu The direct line Jinchuan officers refused to obey.

The hatred is really too great.

The green battalion soldiers who rushed into the city and the Xinghan army chased and killed the fleeing Eight Banners soldiers. Some people didn't know how many Manchurian Tartars they had killed, while others remembered it clearly.

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

The Manchurian soldiers did not resist, and they allowed themselves to be slaughtered. However, what is surprising is that the Xinghan army encountered stubborn resistance from the Han people.

Thousands of Han Baoyi took up arms when their master fled in embarrassment and lost his mind, and fought fierce street battles with the Xinghan army that poured into the city.

A coat slave under the cunning banner shouted in Chinese: "I am a Han, not a Tartar, don't kill me!"

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

Some people even yelled with red eyes: "You bloody thieves, why are you rebelling against your master, why are you rebelling against your master!"

The stupid behavior of these Han coat slaves angered the Xinghan army, so that in the end, many women who should have survived were also mercilessly beheaded.

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

General Shang Jianbao of Jingzhou, before the Xinghan army invaded the general's yamen, tremblingly led his own soldiers to seal the gate of the yamen, and then took all his wife and children to his study.

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

The killing continued all night.

At dawn the next day, Gu Shidaofang, commander of the Xinghan Army, led people into the city, and what he saw was a city full of corpses.

The smell of blood in the air did not make the Confucian Marshal feel uncomfortable, he just ordered: "Someone clean up and burn the body as soon as possible to avoid plague."

According to preliminary estimates, there are at least [-] dead bodies in the city. If they are not dealt with as soon as possible, the hot weather will definitely rot and cause plague.

"After the city was cleaned up, I put up a list to comfort the people, and told the people that our Xinghan Army is the army that revived the Ming Dynasty. I asked the people to restore the clothes of the Han family. The original owners of the houses in the city will be returned as long as their ancestors have left a certificate."

Wang Laoxuezheng, who had just been temporarily appointed as the magistrate of Jingzhou, hurriedly wrote down one by one, and then asked what to do if someone refused to braid and restore the Han family's clothes.

"Those who have hair are obedient citizens, and those who have no hair are refugees. At present, our army is still weak, and there is no need to force the people to get braids. Those who take the initiative to get braids will be exempted from tax for one year. Those who have officials and scholars who don't braids and come to vote should be cited. Come and meet me."

After arranging this matter, Gu Shidao was about to ride his horse to the burning Jingzhou General's Yamen, but his eyes were attracted by a prostrate corpse not far away.

If he read it right just now, the corpse seemed to have moved a bit.

Although Gu Shidao, who read the sage's books as a child, has a side of iron and blood, he also has a generous side of Confucianism. With a slight sigh, he led people over.

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

He was shot in many places by muskets, and his complexion was very pale due to excessive blood loss.

"See if there's any help,"

Just as Gu Shidao was about to get someone to treat the young man, the young man's eyes suddenly opened, and the eyes were full of hatred and anger.

Due to the seriousness of the injury, he was unable to move his body, his mouth was opening and closing, but his voice was very low, and blood flowed continuously from the corners of his mouth.

Gu Shidao wanted to know what the young man was talking about, so he got off his horse and squatted down to listen.

But the young man murmured: "Master. Master has granted me permission. I will be a Bannerman from now on."

The hateful eyeballs did not move, losing all their luster.

Thousands of miles away in the east.

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

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

Jia Jiashikai, who was dismissed from the position of Prime Minister and Minister of Military Affairs of Shandong Province, stood in front of the long table with a solemn expression, as if he had lost a battle he had never experienced before.

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

The faces of the other people were still clear, but all of them were cold under this hot sun.

On the top of the city, military flags fluttered gently in the breeze.

The peasant uprising closest to Beijing in the Qianlong Dynasty was suppressed by Jia Liu himself.

However, the doom of the Qing Dynasty really came.

The ghosts of the West have already bared their fangs.

(End of this chapter)