Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

The rising sun shone, and on the vast desert, the corpses of the rebel soldiers were scattered everywhere. The fresh blood was dazzling amidst the faint yellow light.

Hay, wolf dung, cow dung... The black smoke that was mixed together was like a black dragon as it twisted its body and charged into the sky!

The thousand Shu Army looked at the vast view of the Black Dragon soaring into the sky. At that moment, it was as if their hearts were filled with something, and the heroic souls of the original soldiers, who had been sleeping on the Western Regions for thousands of years, suddenly revived at that moment.

The wind blew the Black Dragon into the sky, and those dozens of kilometers away, they could clearly see it!

"This is a beacon! Was this what the Han people meant when they said wolf smoke warning? "We can see the capital city from a thousand miles away …"

"F * ck!" The dirt that the Old Ancestor beat down cannot be left in our hands! Kill your way through, and start moving towards the plaid smoke pillar! "

No one would have thought that the Old Ancestor would be so wise, for a fire warning to be so quick, these surprise Shu Army s had still not escaped from the abutment's line of sight, when suddenly a shadow appeared from the north side of the west.

The eyes of the little herdsman warrior who just joined the army were very good. He pointed his finger and shouted, "Over there is the grid smoke station!" "The smoke from the wolf is starting to rise …"

The grid of the smoke pier was an important checkpoint on the road leading to the Hami. There were also the thousand years old fire beacon left behind by the Han Chinese!

The most important purpose of these Chinese beacons from the day they were established was to send war signals to the east. He had no other use for them.

Of course, Yaqub's rebels would not take the initiative to signal the Central Plains to attack. These rebels were just using the ancient stratagem as their sentry posts.

From the Han Dynasty onwards, the map of the Western Regions had been figured out by countless strategist. These beacon platforms and mountain passes were all important strategic points.

Either it was easy to defend, hard to attack, or he could control one side, or he could support the city!

The rebels didn't have any real strategy, much less a geographical geologist. They were just like thieves who had been replaced by a new batch of garrison troops according to the defence system the Han Chinese operated a thousand years ago.

These rebel soldiers did not understand the purpose of these stones and mounds, but that did not mean that the Chinese and other natives did not understand!

When the abutment's beacons lit up, the slaves of Smoke Stub immediately understood what was going on. Everyone exchanged glances and didn't need to speak to know what was going on.

"It's impossible for the rebel army to light a fire, only our own people would light a fire and report to the East Central Plains …" "Mom, it must be Marshal Zuo's army!"

"That's right, the abutment has already lit a beacon, it means that the Stellar Gorge has been conquered!"

"The chance has come, it's time for us to return home …"

Do you dare? Do you want to do it? Should he make a move?

The 50 + rebel soldiers had no idea what their 300 + slaves were conversing with. However, they could sense a hint of danger from the low voices.

"Pa …" The whip lashed against the slave's back. You are not allowed to speak Chinese! "Hurry up and get to work, move the rocks …"

Pui … A mouthful of saliva sprayed out, "I am not a lowly commoner!"

The two slaves suddenly rushed up. One of them had his left and the other had his right hand tied tightly together by a leather chain. This was one of the ways the rebel army took care of slaves.

But today this pissot had become their noose!

The pitch black chain instantly wrapped around the rebel soldiers' necks, turning their positions into a gallows!

"Go to hell …" Everyone, make your move! The army from the east had already arrived … Light a beacon... Carrying firewood and cow dung! "

At this time, only one person would be able to move, which would immediately ignite the anger of everyone, and the three hundred slaves roared loudly, "Fight with them!" light a beacon to tell the villagers that we are here... "

"Kill …" Kill them... Light a beacon to tell the army where we are! "

The rebel soldier's neck was almost strangled. His eyes bulged out like a dead fish, his tongue extended out three inches and his feet trembled non-stop on the ground.

The remaining slaves attacked the rebel army like madmen. The rebel army did not expect slaves to rebel at all.

Why was Yaqub nicknamed the Central Asia's Butcher? What he meant was that this person was very cruel and easy to kill. He had to kill at least a third of the population every time he attacked, and he even had to slaughter most of the cities and towns that resisted.

Such a bloody rule made all the citizens not dare to resist at all, which created a false sense of peace and obedience on the surface.

However, he never knew that massacre was just a way to make people hide their thoughts of resistance even deeper. Once foreign aid came to this volcano, it would erupt even more ferociously!

Three hundred slaves attacked the guards together. They used stones, wooden sticks, and even a pissot as weapons. They almost exchanged their lives for weapons and the keys to the dungeon.

More and more slaves were released, too old and too young to fight, and they used all their strength to carry firewood and dried cow dung through the winter.

A third of the plaid smokes had already eroded. More than half of the foundation has been buried by the sand and the stairs inside have already rotted away.

People were climbing a corner of collapsed rock as the steps led up to deliver dry wood and cow dung!

"Light the fire! Tell the army where we are... "It's finally over. I've finally managed to struggle out of it!"

The Black Dragon flew up into the sky from the plaid smoke pillar, coordinating with abutment who was tens of kilometers away!

"We are here... To save us... Wu wu wu … "Someone from the Central Plains has finally arrived …" Three hundred slaves were kneeling around the fire beacon, wailing and crying!

The body of the rebel army of more than fifty was hung on the smoke pillar, the northwest wind was blown back and swaying!

Treason! Return to the country! How could there not be human life as a sacrifice!

The sounds of horse hooves were like thunder. Before the main body of the Hami's rebel army could react, the slaves at the smoke piers finally saw the Shu Army from the east.

It is hard to tell how long the culture has been permeating the soil and water.

On the other side of the pillar of smoke, the slaves even used their lives to light the beacons, but in more places, the beacons left behind by the ancient Chinese were nothing more than a pile of ruins.

It was a wasteland that was more than 50 kilometers south of Hami City. It was close to the edge of the desert, where only a small number of herdsmen lived. Even the rebel army did not send anyone to guard this place.

Here was a piece of ruins. The rebel army did not know where this place used to be. However, the older Han Chinese and the herdsmen knew that this place had been called the Long Ride Guard since the Ming Dynasty!

After the name was the word "Guard", which meant that this place had once been a small Swallowing Station. In history, this place should have been a warning city that protected the southern entrance of Hami.

However, at this moment, there were only desolate ruins. There were traces of damaged buildings and broken walls underneath the buried layer of yellow sand!

Wearing an old sheepskin jacket, the herdsmen rode thin horses as they gazed far into the east.

He suddenly took out a dilapidated sheepskin map from his robes. On the map, there was the name of the Jiju River and the Longevity Guard!

There were even small characters drawn in the lower corners of the sheepskin map for eleven years!

This old man was actually the descendant of a veteran that was left behind when the dryad conscripted the Western Regions!