"Steady, steady!"

Shangguan Yunjie, a native of Shaanxi Province, was a little painful and slowly commanded the retreat of the post with the support of his personal guards. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Brigade has fought until now, and there are less than 1,000 of the more than 2,700 soldiers left in the brigade, looking at the corpses of those subordinates who fell on the battlefield, Shangguan Yunjie's heart hurts.

It is said that when a soldier eats a severed head meal, if you choose to eat this severed head meal, you must have the consciousness of a severed head, but when so many familiar subordinates and colleagues died in front of him, Shangguan Yunjie still couldn't accept it. He was shot in the waist by an arrow from the Qing army, and the wound was very deep, and the arrow was still in his body and could not be pulled out. His brow furrowed, I don't know if it was because of the pain of the wound or because of the defeat in the battle.

Since its establishment until now, the Fifth Town has always won battles, but today it has suffered such a defeat, and the casualties are far greater than in previous battles. Shangguan Yunjie's heart was dripping blood, he really couldn't accept that the soldiers he had worked so hard to train would die on the land of Jiangbei like this.

On the opposite side, a group of Qing cavalry drove thousands of infantry and was slowly pressing up. Xu was afraid that the retreating A Brigade had powerful firearms, and the pace of these Qing soldiers was not large, even if the Manchu and Mongolian cavalry who supervised the formation urged them, the battalion soldiers deliberately slowed down. Perhaps in their opinion, this battle has been won, as long as the remaining Taiping Kou are thrown into the village, they will be trapped to death when they are sleepy, and they will starve to death if they are hungry, and they will not be able to fight with them with their lives. In the battle just now, the strong combat effectiveness displayed by the Taiping army not only surprised the Manchu and Mongolian soldiers, but also frightened these battalion soldiers. Hard bones, no one has ever wanted to gnaw, and they have to take their lives to gnaw them.

The Qing soldiers didn't dare to come up, Shangguan Yunjie was also a little settled, what he was worried about now was that the Qing soldiers were desperate to bite up, so that the remaining soldiers of the A Brigade might really not be able to retreat into Zhuangzi. But this state of affairs did not last long, when another large group of Manchurian cavalry with the red flag arrived, the green battalion soldiers finally let go of their steps under the pressure of the Manchurian soldiers and Shangguan, and rushed towards the Taiping army with shouts.

"Let go of me!"

Shangguan Yunjie saw the Qing army rushing up, asked the guards to put himself down, he stabbed his waist knife in the soil, held the knife in one hand to stabilize his body, raised one hand high, and shouted loudly to his subordinates: "Brothers, Qinggou is coming up again, they want us to die, and if you don't want to die, fight with them!" ”

"Fight, fight!"

The remnants of Brigade A shouted in unison. They had no way to retreat, and they had no choice, and when the marshal ordered the Qing prisoners to be killed, they, the Taiping army, had no room to surrender. Now, they will either die in battle, or they will repel the enemy and return alive.

Zhang Erhu, a soldier who joined the Taiping Army after being captured in Guangxi, was a veteran soldier, who served in the Ming Army in Guizhou, the Great Western Army, and later the Qing Army, and then became the Taiping Army. In this troubled world, Zhang Erhu has seen through his mother, everything is fake, and living is the most important thing. Otherwise, let you be a big official and make a lot of money, and when you die, you will be cheaper than other bastards!

"Phew!"

Zhang Erhu spit out a mouthful of blood foam from his mouth, wiped his mouth with a hand full of blood, and then looked at the companions who were shouting to fight with the Qing army, and sneered in his heart, but after the sneer, he sighed, he understood that these people were not stupid, nor were they really afraid of death, but they had no way out.

Thinking of the Qing army captives who were burned alive at the mouth of the Bianjia River, Zhang Erhu shuddered and snorted again: Damn, that dog handsome man forced Lao Tzu to death!

"Fight with the Tartars, fight!"

Zhang Erhu raised his spear high, staring at it with big eyes and almost roaring. Even if his heart was trembling, even if his legs were shaking, he was still roaring. He didn't want to die, he wanted to live, so he could only fight hard. He didn't want to be burned alive, he didn't want to be pressed and his head cut off, and he didn't want to be buried alive! He still wants to go back alive to beg for a mother-in-law and pass on the incense of the old Zhang family.

The roar suddenly fell silent, and the two sides stopped shouting and killing as if they had a tacit understanding. At that moment, it was like the calm before the storm, and the depression was terrible. Then it was like the tide crashing on the shore, and the two big waves crashed together.

"Fire!"

Shangguan Yunjie's voice rang out, and more than 300 firearms were fired, round after round, and there were corpses in front of the formation. However, more Qing troops rushed up under the pressure of the Manchu and Mongolian soldiers, and finally the dense sound of guns stopped, and in the smoke of gunpowder, long and short weapons were intertwined, and the moment the two sides handed over short soldiers, flesh and blood flew sideways.

The Qing soldiers and the Taiping army wanted to take each other's lives, as if they were not human beings, but pigs and sheep. They all want to live, for these ordinary soldiers, whether it is the Ming or Qing Dynasty, they don't care if they are compatriots cannibalism, and they don't care what Emperor Zhu and Emperor Man, they only want profit.

This is the benefit they can bring to their relatives, and the benefit they have earned by their hard work. Without this benefit, you are the emperor who came to promise them all the benefits, as long as they can't touch it, they will still be ruthless and even the emperor will be chopped.

The benefits of the green camp were the benefits given to them by the Manchus, and the benefits of the Taiping army were also the benefits given to them by their commanders. If they want to get the benefits forever, they have to fight hard, and now there is no way back for either of them.

The Manmeng Tartars in the rear just watched the soldiers of both Han people fighting together, swords and spears, rolling desperately on the ground, holding daggers to pierce their opponents who were also Han Chinese, smashing stones with picked up, and picking each other's eyes with hands full of mud.

Molohon and Esen looked at the scene in front of them and smiled knowingly. Chang Adai, who was in the distance, put down the clairvoyant mirror and smiled at Goshha on the left and right: "The Han people in the green camp are still used, and the more Han people like this, the longer our Manchurian people can last." Sometimes, I think about it, or when Uncle Dolgon was there, he did the right thing, and we in Manchuria had to reuse the Han people to work for us. After the death of the uncle, Jidu and his gang looked at the immediate benefits, did not know the long-term benefits, and always wanted to instigate the emperor not to use the Han people, but they did not want to think about how many children of our Manchurians could withstand this kind of vicious war without these Han people. ”

Goshha cooperated very interestingly: "What Lord Belle said is right, these Han people are very useful, give them a bone, they don't recognize their ancestors, only our Qing Dynasty." ”

"When I can be re-promoted to the prince, I have to tell the emperor about the benefits of using Han people."

Chang Adai smiled, rode his horse and walked forward, he wanted to personally see how the southern barbarians of the little Zhuangzi died, and by the way, also look at the generals of the southern barbarians, if they want to surrender, they will be under the banner, and give him a future in the future so that he can work hard for the Qing Dynasty. This is the way to employ people. (To be continued.) )