Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 660
The begging army did not enter Jinling, but was carried in by the people of Jinling. Although time was tight, it was already midnight when Jurong was defeated. In order to maintain the combat effectiveness of the soldiers, Song Qingshu ordered to repair in Jurong, and planned to attack Jinling tomorrow. .

However, in the early hours of the morning, tens of thousands of Jinling people came out in full force, trekking to Jurong in person, waking up the begging soldiers from their sleep, and marching towards Jinling by force.

What is Tanshihu pulp?In Jinling City, the begging army who entered the city met with an unprecedented warm welcome. Whether it was the working class who supported Song Qingshu, the petty bourgeoisie, or the scholars and landlords who had previously stood on the side of the Donglin Party, they were all empty-handed. Confucian scholars wearing Confucian crowns, coolies in short jackets, and even prostitutes from the Qinhuai River all crowded along the main road of Jinling, welcoming the troops entering the city.

Fragrant flower petals, hot eggs, sweet wine, rice dumplings, etc., were stuffed into the hands of these people crazy like soldiers entering the city. Never before has the Ming army been so popular with the people.

It is said that soldiers in this era are greedy for life and afraid of death, greedy and cruel, but their hearts are full of flesh. On weekdays, scholars and clans will drive soldiers to be criminals and running dogs. The stock welcomes the support of relatives, which makes every soldier of the beggar army who has been fighting hard and attacking since yesterday feel warm in his heart, and his blood rushes straight to his forehead, wishing to fight Jianu now.

Their wishes will soon come true.

"Big guy!"

"Master!"

When the army marched into the inner city, a large group of worker leaders surrounded them excitedly. Among them, Han Dahu took the lead. After fighting with Jiannu all night, all the blood-stained men had tears in their eyes. They kowtowed and followed. Hundreds of thousands of workers in the inner city of Stone City surrounded the back and bowed down like dominoes. Looking at this magnificent prostration, the scene of tens of thousands of people admiring, especially this is a battlefield full of corpses. The inner city is towering and strong Under the city wall, workers who died for rioting and freedom were sleeping there in disorder, and Song Qingshu's heart was filled with mixed feelings.

They were not taken away at the beginning. On the one hand, the begging army really couldn’t afford such a capacity. On the other hand, it was Song Qingshu who wanted to keep them here as pawns for his comeback. But even if they were used, these people were still willing to Fighting for himself, bleeding and even giving his life for Song, Song Qingshu's voice was choked up a little.

Facing the crowd of workers, Song Qingshu also bowed heavily.

"Everyone, I, Song, have returned, and even if I die in Yingtian City this time, I, Song, will never leave again!"

These words were like water dripping into hot oil. Surprise quickly appeared in the eyes of these workers who had also fought hard all night, and the shouts rang out again.

"Long live the handsome!"

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The last time before Chen Bing and the Forbidden Palace in the Inner City, there were various reasons that they failed to fight. It seemed that God wanted to make this battle more heroic and meaningful, rather than Ming people fighting each other and bleeding each other. The second time , The cannons of the Qihuo Army were once again densely placed under the stone city. This time, these capable fighters did not hesitate any more.

Even in order to vent their anger, the established artillerymen were even willing to risk deafness, and uniformly inserted red-hot iron bolts into the gun holes under the order of the officers. Shocked, on the top of the city, those Zhengbai flags who were tensely defending with firecrackers, bows and arrows were submerged in the artillery fire for an instant, and those murderers whose hands were stained with blood of the Han people finally paid the price for it. The head of the city shook down.

A Jiannu Ezhen was still holding a long knife high and roaring, ordering his subordinates to fight back, but suddenly a string of grape bullets pierced together roared from in front of him. With a crisp muffled sound, the brutal barbarian general disappeared in a blink of an eye. The remaining two thighs that were spraying blood were still running forward, rushed to the edge of the city wall and fell straight down.

A total of five rounds of shocking shelling were carried out, and every gunner's ears even had a trace of bright red, but the results were brilliant, similar to the Opium Wars of more than 200 years later, the Qing army was not good at defending the city, and strengthening the defense was only It was because more people were filling the fort on the city wall. Under the intensive artillery fire, the Jiannu guarding the Dingnan Gate were all turned into one piece, with stumped limbs and rotten flesh. Looking at the messy city head after the gunpowder smoke cleared, The Ming army below, the workers' volunteers cheered like heaven, especially the workers' volunteers who suffered heavy losses under the guns of Jiannu last night, and they were so excited that they once again had tears in their eyes.

"Revenge for the little scholar!"

At the front of the entire team, Zhang Tangba let out a loud roar, holding the bayonet he had just received overnight, and the densely packed rebels carried the ladder again, roaring and charging towards the city wall.

It's not that Song Qingshu wanted to use the workers' rebel army as cannon fodder, but they asked for it. During the few months of the slavery, every inch of land in Yingtian City was stained red by their butcher knives. I don't think it's an exaggeration. During the riots last night, these beasts even killed the unarmed civilians. Almost everyone has reached the level of utter hatred for Jiannu. Once this kind of hatred bursts out, it will be ruined power of the earth.

Amidst the courageous shouts of the southeast gate, the southeast gate was captured in an instant, and immediately along the central axis, crowds like the flood of the Yellow River rushed all the way. In the streets and alleys, ferocious Jiannu roared their round knives and rushed into the crowd, waving their long swords like beasts. The knife chopped down several people in a row, and then was stabbed by the angry bayonet, and was tied into a sieve. There were fights along the way, and Jiannu died tragically along the way, but Jiannu's defense was defeated all the way.

When barbarism and fear can no longer dominate the hearts of the people, they are as fragile and vulnerable as sand sculptures.

Jiannu is also a human being. In the end of such a cruel national war, Jiannu was killed to the bitter end. The Jiannu guarding the Jinchuan Gate simply dropped their weapons and fled in all directions, hiding in the homes of ordinary people nearby.

However, the ordinary people who looked down on them with low eyebrows and looked like lambs seemed to have turned into wolves. Many Jian slaves were beaten alive by the owner who broke into the house with a kitchen knife, sticks, or even hacked to death. in the yard.

The last time the palace was besieged, Zhu Yousong and others still guarded the palace city and waited for help, but Duoduo didn't even dare to defend for an hour. He knew how much the people in Jiangnan hated Jiannu. As soon as he entered the city, he simply rushed out of the palace with a group of personal soldiers, fled to the southeast, trying to go around to Zhenjiang from that direction, and join forces with Boluo, Kong Youde and other troops.

The soldiers around the Jiannu Banner owner are indeed tough. On the street, seeing the Jiannu cavalry running wildly, a large group of worker rebels immediately roared and intercepted them, but the galloping horses cut the tofu as easily as they The workers rushed away, and the sharp sabers were drawn by the wind like horsepower. Amidst the sound of puffing along the way, workers who lacked armor fell to the ground in groups.

But Duoduo's good luck didn't last long. He just rushed out of the south wall of Stone City, turned a corner, and just ran into the Luzon Third Division who had entered the city head-on. The two sides were a little caught off guard, more than 30 meters apart, the begging army who was marching forward suddenly retreated to both sides of the street with an order, and Duoduo immediately showed strong contempt on his face watching this scene.

"Weak and incompetent good-for-nothing southerners, when this king joins the army, I will clean up you bunch of slaves!"

Violently pumping the Liaodong war horse, Duoduo became more arrogant and rushed forward as if no one was there, but in the next second, Baiduo paid the blood price for the prince's arrogance, and retreated to both sides of the road. The third division, which seemed to be in a somewhat chaotic formation, was in a state of chaos, and under the order of their respective battalion commanders, they neatly raised their flintlock guns.

"Fire!"

Even the blunderbuss of the Napoleon era could not completely counteract the cavalry impact, and it was necessary to fight the final battle after the shooting, not to mention Song Qingshu's flintlock gun, which was still a little behind, but the poor should not chase after it, and the third division can't do it in Duoduo. Jiannu, who was fleeing, wasted his life. With a roar, the toothbrush that swaggered out of the way in the third division was like an eggplant that was knocked down by the strong wind. It fell down in a large piece, and the horses knelt one after another. Falling down, the knight above was thrown to the ground fiercely, cracking crackling sounds one after another.

"Quick, let's go!"

The contempt just disappeared completely, and it was completely replaced by panic. Dodo yelled loudly in Manchu, and the rest of the Jiannu under his body were even more frightened, pumping their horse's butt in horror. You have to run for seventeen or eighteen seconds, which is enough time to train the loading training until the third Luzon Division completes the second round of loading. Once again, the volley is fired in all directions, and the teeth and stabs of the galloping horses are like being hit behind. Like a hammer, he screamed and threw his saber and fell off the horse. With such a dense bullet, even those strong and strong horses crashed to the ground.

The snowflake horse under Duoduo's crotch also wailed, and swayed headlong into the nearby houses, throwing the distraught Duduo to the ground, unable to get up.

"Protect Prince Yu!"

Bai Yala's wealth and life are completely tied to his master. Watching Doduo fall off the horse, the remaining ten or so remaining on the horse or who were thrown off the horse scolded his mother in his heart, gritted his teeth and They turned around and rushed towards the third division, but this time the third division returned to the main street and set up their formation even more leisurely. After the third round of bullets was fired, those charging teeth were almost smashed by the storm-like lead bullets!
"I am the Prince of Qing Yu! You Nanmans quickly let me go, or my Eight Banners army will arrive and slaughter your city!"

After being dragged out of the pile of corpses, the Yangzhou, Jiaqing butcher, the executioner whose hands were stained with the blood of the Ming people, was still yelling domineeringly, but then Zhao Hoe, who was in charge of capturing him, went straight up and killed him. After several big slaps, Duduo's face was swollen from the slaps, and he was perplexed. He unloaded the bayonet, and Zhao Hoe wanted to stab the dog tartar, but fortunately, the team next to him pulled him hard.

"This Jiannu wears a dragon, so he should be a high-ranking official, so I have to hand it over to the commander-in-chief!"

"It's cheap for you bastard! Let you live a little longer!"

Only then did he reluctantly put away his bayonet, and amidst Duduo's screams like killing a pig, he dragged his leg that was crushed by the horse, pushing and shoving towards the inner city.

At this time, in front of Suzaku Gate, the Eight Banners of Manchu and Qing Dynasties that had been hanging for several months were cut off to the ground one after another like fallen leaves in the autumn wind. Once again, the banner hangs high above the city gate, and under the sunlight at noon, it exudes a charming golden light!

(End of this chapter)