"Amuqi, Han Chinese! The Han people are chasing after them! ”

By the Baitazi River, a Manchurian boy cried out in horror. www.biquge.info With the screams of the Manchurian teenagers, the group of Manchurians who fled from Liaoyang were suddenly frightened, the women and children screamed again and again, and the men were shocked.

"Drive, drive!"

Blantai, the leader of the Manchurian refugee procession, was just forty years old, and he looked as white as a sixty-year-old man.

Blantai whipped the horses desperately, but the two horses had been running for a long time with his family, so he didn't have any strength. No matter how Blantai whipped, the two black horses couldn't move their hooves.

Blantai was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and three days ago, when he learned that Liaoyang City had been slaughtered by the Han army, he had turned gray overnight.

He was afraid, afraid that the Han people would cut off his head, cut off the heads of his family. He ran desperately south with his family, with the Baitazi River in front of him. After crossing the river, you can go to Jinzhou, where there is a garrison, and if you enter the city, you can be safe.

However, the Han people still caught up!

"Brantey, leave us alone, run with Almu, quick!"

Branthai's mother, Uzara, was blind, but her ears were not deaf, and she heard the cries of her grandson and the sound of horses' hooves getting closer and closer.

She trembled and held on to the carriage, shouting loudly, her eldest son died in Guannei, and the youngest son's family was cooked by the Han people in Gaizhou, and she could not lose her second son and only grandson no matter what. Otherwise, the Kuyala family would be doomed.

"E-niang!"

Brantey's eyes were red, he was very filial, how could he leave his mother, not to mention, there were his wife and daughter in the car!

"Brantey, you still treat me as a mother, so hurry up and take Alam away! Or I'll die in front of you!" ”

Uzara screamed, her hoarse voice heartbreaking to hear. Brantey's wife, Tokoro, was also full of tears when she held her daughter, and her mother-in-law's words made her heart ache to listen, but she knew that her husband could no longer take their mother and daughter away. If he doesn't go, everyone will die here.

"Madam, I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving, Womoro wants to be with you!"

Alam hugged his grandmother tightly, lest if he let go, he would leave his grandmother who loved him the most forever.

"Let's go!"

Wu Zara pushed away his young grandson and urged his second son again. She was old and blind, but her heart was bright. She knew what was the wisest thing to do right now.

"E-niang! No! ”

Brantey cried and hugged his nephew, because he saw that the Han cavalry had drawn his long knife and had no time for him to hesitate.

"Ahh

Brantey shouted, and with a single blow he severed the reins of the horse, and the carriage sank to the ground. The two black horses that had lost their shackles were as if they had unloaded the burden of 10,000 catties on their bodies, and they were extremely relaxed.

"Amuqi, I'm not leaving, I want to be with my wife, you let me go!"

Alam struggled to leave his grandmother behind, but his uncle was pinned to his horse.

Brantey didn't dare to look at his mother, let alone his wife and daughter, his red eyes were full of tears.

"Amma, Amma..."

Brantey's daughter muttered as she looked blankly at her father, who was holding her brother and stepping onto the black horse.

"Brantey, go away, live well, and never come back!"

Tokoro wiped away tears from his face, holding his daughter tightly in one hand and trying to pull her father, but holding a pair of scissors in the other.

"Drive!"

Blantai, who couldn't hold it up for a moment, raised his whip fiercely and slapped it on the buttocks of the two black horses. The black horse let out a wail and ran forward desperately.

"Ma'am, ma'am..."

Alam could no longer cry because his eyes were dry.

Wu Zara stood there quietly, listening to the hooves of his son and grandson in the distance, and listening to the chasing Han cavalry shouting.

After a while, she suddenly sat down and said lightly to Wei Lun beside her: "As long as the man can live, we Manchurians will have a day of revenge." ”

"Ma'am, why is this happening? Why did those Han people kill us! ”

Tokoro didn't understand, she couldn't figure out how she was living well on her own land, why those Han people from the south came to occupy her land and hunt down her family.

"Why?" Wu Zala's voice was calm, "Because everything you have belongs to those Han people." Because..."

Wu Zara did not continue, because forty years ago, when she was still a girl, she had witnessed her father and brother like today's Han people, chasing and killing those Nikans who desperately wanted to flee to the south.

There were screams of the clansmen in his ears, many of which were all too familiar to Wu Zara. But instead of being frightened by this, she asked her Okuro, "What kind of place is this?" ”

Toko Luo was stunned for a moment, looked up into the distance, hesitated, and said in a low voice: "It seems to have arrived at the Baitazi River." ”

"Baitazi River?" Wu Zara let out an "oh", "That's Da Ling River." ”

Wu Zara was a little distracted, she thought about the past of this place, too much of the past.

In the distance, Alam on horseback couldn't stop sobbing as his uncle led the black horse under him and galloped forward. Behind, there were no pursuers, but nothing could be heard, nothing could be seen.

"Amuqi, where are we going!"

Brantey didn't answer his nephew because he was desperate.

In front of him, at some point, an army of Han people appeared, waving red military flags, quietly looking across the Baitazi River.

Alam also saw the men and horses on the other side of the river, and his face became distorted.

Jinzhou lost?

Brantey was so discouraged that he stopped the black horse. At this moment, even if he crossed the river, it would be useless.

The Han people laid a net in the land outside the Guan, and the Manchurians were like birds in the net, and it was difficult to fly anymore.

The Baita River is just a mile away.

It's like the boundary between hell and heaven, out of reach.

A group of cavalry whizzed by, without a pause.

After the sound of horses' hooves, two ownerless black horses ran alone to the Baita River, they were really thirsty.

In the distance, more and more flags appear on the horizon.

Bands after teams of Taiping troops converged on the banks of the Baita River from all directions.

Here, there is another name, it is called Daling River.

"Ready!"

"Beat the drums!"

"Knock knock!"

On the banks of the galloping Daling River, the drums of the conjuring spirit resounded in the sky.

Amid the sound of drums, tens of thousands of soldiers of the New Second Army stared at them.

They couldn't see anything, but under the black soil, tens of thousands of bones were buried.

The once fortified city is gone, and all that remains on the surface is the ruins and three old locust trees.

The years have taken away Dalinghe City, and also taken away everything that has happened in this land.

But someone remembers.

The mountains and rivers are difficult to move, the ambition is noble, although the country is broken, the red heart is soup. Obviously below, Hehe is above. The sun and the moon are clear, only I am bright!