Han’s Son is Not a Slave: Chapter 569 precarious

On the hillside, the ranks of the common people mixed with Qing soldiers covered half of the hillside, and the sound of the Taiping army's guns was getting thinner and thinner. On the contrary, the sound of Qing army guns from down the **** became more and more intense. The Qing army learned the lessons of the failure of the previous attack. They mastered the trick of the Taiping army's round shooting at the fastest speed. More than 2,000 Dingnan vassals went down to the Han army in several groups, with 30 to 40 people in batches, without interruption. The guns were placed on the slope, and the Taiping army who were hiding behind the fortifications could not raise their heads.

Groups of people were either coerced or led by the Qing soldiers who were in the middle to continue rushing towards the Taiping military fortifications on the slopes. Behind them, thousands of auxiliary soldiers kept removing the piled up dead bodies and driving away. Create a road that is flat enough for the Qing army to follow.

Looking down from the top of the slope, you can see three flat avenues. Unlike the passage built with wood on the back hillside, the road on the front hill is paved with corpses. Numerous pits and obstacles that could take lives were filled with corpses and lost their original function.

Zhao Xiaomei cried and jumped over the ditch filled with countless corpses under the drive of the Qing soldiers. Her upper body was bare, but her lower body was surrounded by a rag, and her body no longer had any secrets. .

There was no blood on the little girl's body, but her knees were covered in blood, which was sticky and could not be wiped off. The sight in front of her couldn't allow her to bend over to wipe any filth, she only knew that she was walking forward. Sometimes, the little girl really wanted to stop, but the people behind her made her unable to control herself, even if she just wanted to stop and take a breath.

A lot of people died, no need to say, Xiaomei also knew, because she saw the corpses all the way. She had also searched the corpse with her eyes, and she was afraid to see a familiar face there. What a pity, until now, the little sister has not seen a familiar face. Of course, this may have something to do with the dirt and blood on the faces of the dead.

There were still people dying on the **** in front, and the little girl saw a lot of people rolling down the mountain, some men and some women. When it was difficult to climb a fenced **** with the flow of people, the little girl suddenly screamed "ah", and she didn't know whether to cover her eyes or mouth with her hands, because she saw that there was something under her feet. A familiar face was looking at him unyieldingly.

That was her third brother, the third brother who loved her the most, the third brother who said with tears that he would take her back.

Zhao Xing's body became part of the road leading to the hillside, and his body was nailed to the ground with iron nails and bamboo spears. Countless men and women stepped over his corpse, only to be the next corpse to pave the way. Zhao Xing's eyes were not swallowed until he died because he was not reconciled.

The little sister couldn't even squat down to touch the third brother's face, and the people behind her kept pushing her forward.

The women had to squeeze, and they had to move forward, because the Qing soldiers behind were not beating them with whips, but slashing them with knives. Even if it was only one step slower, the Qing soldiers would not hesitate to chop and kill. No matter in the past or now, the Qing soldiers have never cherished incense and jade. Just as their admirals treat these people and women as cannon fodder that consumes the other side's medicine, these Qing soldiers have also never considered that these may be returned a few hours ago. The women who were humiliated under them were seen as human beings.

As long as there is a knife in hand, women are not rare. If this batch is dead, as long as the Qing soldiers are willing, they can immediately get another batch. It's not a big deal to spend a lot of time searching for it. Not far from the Liujiang River, last year, the Qing soldiers drove more than 7,000 women who had had enough toying, collapsed, and fell ill into the river. At that time, the Liujiang River was cut off.

Down the mountain, the artillery of the Qing soldiers was still rumbling. Overhead, from time to time, guns flew past. On the mountain, the cannons of the Ming soldiers were almost inaudible.

The little girl was sluggish with a piercing heartache, as if she had lost her soul, and continued to walk up the **** with the crowd of intimidated people. A dozen feet in front of her, a group of Qing soldiers were frantically slashing and killing men and women who were afraid to move forward because of their fear.

One after another, men and women were chopped down to the ground, and the Qing soldiers took their lives like chopping melons and vegetables, while those men and women obeyed the Qing soldiers to slaughter as if resigned. There were even many men and women who did not dare to go forward to die, kneeling on the ground and letting the Qing soldiers chop off their necks. From beginning to end, he (she) neither cried nor shouted, and no one resisted. Perhaps, what they thought more about was to reincarnate as soon as possible, so as not to suffer in this world.

The dead were quickly pulled aside, either to fill in the pit dug by the Ming army, or they were directly piled on the side, becoming a warning object for the latecomers.

Those headless corpses with their necks chopped off or those with four limbs chopped off seem to be Da Xiaobing deliberately telling the next group of people: Look, this is the end of disobedience!

The men were crying, the women were screaming, but no one dared to look back. They could only keep their eyes closed and stumbled to continue climbing.

Seeing Xiaomei and the others coming over, those Qing soldiers had hideous smiles all over their faces. They pointed at the women they played with every day with the tip of their knives, and made lewd and lewd screams from their mouths. Xiaomei couldn't understand what these Qing soldiers were saying because they were from the north. I heard that these northerners came from far away.

For this attack, Xian Guoan waited for more than ten days, and also deployed for more than ten days, and detailed which soldiers were responsible for driving the cannon fodder, which soldiers were responsible for leading the cannon fodder, and which soldiers were responsible for cutting and killing the cannon fodder.

Xian Guoan has always believed that he is a perfect person, and everything in front of him has confirmed that he is a perfect person. The offensive was proceeding in an orderly manner, as he had done and expected in advance. Maybe there are still some flaws, but at least, the Ming army in Xiaobei Mountain was really used up by him. Before the war, some of the subordinates were worried that the cannon fodder would turn around and scramble their own troops and horses because of fear, but it did not happen, and even Lin Guoan never considered this issue when deploying. Because of his investigation, he understood that the Taiping Army in Xiaobei Mountain was completely defensive, and they had no ability to drive back the cannon fodder, and Liuzhou City, the only one capable of doing so, was completely silent. Perhaps, Liuzhou's defenders naively thought that this time the Qing army's offensive was just as useless as the previous ten days.

"Release the gun, release the gun!"

Baihu Lin Zhensheng's voice was hoarse, but there were not many gunshots around.

"Why don't you let go of the gun!"

Lin Zhensheng pulled a gun soldier and asked him loudly. The gun soldier handed the cowhide bag containing the medicine to him with a bitter look, "Sir, there is no medicine!"

Not only this gun soldier lost his medicine, but also Lin Zhensheng's other subordinates lost their medicine.

The fire gun without the medicine is not as good as the fire stick, and the artillery without the medicine is the same.

The Xiaobei Mountain defense line is in jeopardy. In the city of Liuzhou, Shao Jiugong, the governor of Guangxi, is calculating how many troops the Qing army will lose this time.

In the past two days, I have been looking for a house to rent in the town. My son will go to the town for a big class in the second half of the year, so he will directly enter the town's central primary school next year. In addition, the relocated house of bones may be divided in the second half of the year, and it will definitely be renovated by then, so Bones and his wife decided to rent a house in the town, so that they would not have to run back and forth in the second half of the year, and it would be convenient for their son to go to school. Because of looking for a house and relatives coming over, the bones have been updated less in the past two days. I'm sorry everyone.

Tomorrow, I will strive for more festivals, move house in the morning the day after tomorrow, and go out for a relationship at noon, but I promise not to drink alcohol. After I come back, I will go to the Internet cafe to update the code words, and it will take about three days to transfer the broadband. Updates will no longer be interrupted.

When a person reaches middle age, there are many things.

I owe a total of five chapters now. I bragged about the five changes that day, but it turned out to be only two changes, three chapters missing, plus the two chapters I owed yesterday), and I promise to make up for it before the 20th.

Two updates are finished today. (To be continued.)()