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The wind swept the yellow dust into the air, and the horses were silent and lonely.

In front of the Qin army, hundreds of Hundred Tiger Arrows had been refilled, and more than a dozen cannons were lined up, and the muzzles of the cannons were clear.

Five hundred captives were pressed to their knees, with a rat's tail on their bare heads, which illustrated their identities well.

Qin Mu was dressed in Xuanjia, with a huge sword hanging from his waist, stationed between the two armies, and said proudly to Azig on the other side of the trench: "Azig, this official heard that you have written to Dolgon: it is advisable to take advantage of this military power to slaughter and leave the kings to suppress Yandu, while the soldiers will either guard Shenyang or retire to protect the mountains and seas, but there will be no trouble;

Massacre! Azig, aren't you going to slaughter on a large scale? Today, I will let you also taste the taste of being slaughtered; At the same time, let you understand, don't talk about surrendering Shenyang, even if you return to the boar cave, the official will chop you up and feed the dogs. ”

"Qin Mu, if you dare to kill them, this king will definitely pay you back a hundred times." Azig looked at the five hundred banner soldiers who were kneeling in front of the Qin army, his eyes were split, and he jumped like thunder.

The five hundred tartars were pressed hard by Qin Jun, their mouths were gagged with rags, and they could only make a whining sound, dying, struggling, but how to break free from the five-flowered rope on their bodies. The Qin army's steel knife behind him was like snow, dazzling and cold.

Qin Mu Senran said: "How much does the Manchu Qing owe me a hundred times the blood debt of my Han people? Hundreds of thousands of unjust souls in Yangzhou are watching from the sky. Agji, I told you that I would return as many Han Chinese as you killed me, until all the Tartars were slaughtered. ”

When Qin Mu said this, without waiting for the angry Azig to answer, he immediately instructed Niu Wanshan: "Pass on this official order, cut off all my tongues for me first, and I'll let him scream!" ”

"Qin Mu, you are looking for death!"

Qin Mu sneered and looked at Azig on the other side of the trench, no matter how he jumped, Niu Wanshan's order flag had been drawn, and the Qin army was in front of the formation. When the soldier received the order, he immediately rushed up to remove the jaws of the five hundred tartars, and then forcibly pulled out the tongues one by one, and the cold steel knives were on the rack, and many of the fierce and tyrannical tartars of the past were so frightened that they peed their pants, their eyes bulged, and they struggled desperately, but the steel knives pulled along the way, and one tongue was still cut off.

A strange howl followed, like a wild ghost crying. Give somebody the creeps.

Qin Mu was unmoved, and then shouted: "I saw them puff out their eyes and give orders to gouge out all their eyeballs. ”

Qin Mu's orders were given one by one, cutting off their ears, cutting off their noses, chopping off ten fingers, and the five hundred captives were tortured to the point that life was worse than death, as brutal as Azig. I was also frightened and stunned when I saw it.

In the distance, the thousands of troops and horses of the Tartars were watching this scene, and they did not dare to attack indiscriminately without receiving an order from Azig. It's really a thousand horses, sad and miserable.

In the past, they treated the Han people like pigs and dogs, slaughtering them at will, without even blinking an eye.

However, since meeting the Qin army. Not only did they suffer setbacks on the battlefield, but now they had to watch their clansmen being tortured by the Qin army in every way, and they couldn't survive. Unable to die, Qin Mu's ruthlessness made them frightened.

Qin Mu pressed the hilt of his sword and said sarcastically to Azig coldly: "When Duoduo slaughtered the people of Yangzhou, he still said that it was not his intention to slaughter the city, and he had to do it as a last resort. It's really a bitch, and I want to set up a torii. I, Qin Mu, don't come to this set of pretenses, I just tell you with bloody facts, I just love to kill Tartars, as long as it falls into my hands, I will definitely let you suffer all kinds of torture first, and then die slowly, without any explanation. ”

Like a wild beast, Azig squeezed out a series of low roars from his throat: "Qin Mu, you wait, this king will make you pay, and this king will soon let you see how I tortured and killed the Han people." ”

"Kill, you are also killing anyway, but this official might as well settle accounts for you first, your total number of Mengmeng banner soldiers is only 100,000, and 3,000 died under Hanyang City, here together with the number of those captured by me, there are 3,800, and Shang Kexi counts 6,000 over there, the total is 13,000, and ten pavilions have gone to one pavilion. Azig, let's kill, let's kill each other, and see if you kill all the Han people first, or if I slaughter all your Tartars first. ”

Qin Mu's words suddenly poked at the sore spot of Azig, no matter whether the Qing Dynasty could unify the Central Plains or not, his casualties this time were so large, this life was over;

Dolgon will not let him go, the princes and nobles of Manmeng will not let him go, thinking of this terrible consequence, thinking that all this is due to Qin Mu, Azig's eyes breathed fire, and he roared: "Qin Mu"

"You bite me! You have the ability to bite me! Qin Mu said as if he was teasing a dog, with a disdainful face. What bullshit and Prince Shuoying, it's just a defeated commander under Qin! ”

"Qin Mu, this king will not kill you, and you will not be a man." If it weren't for the fact that Azig was like a devouring wolf, he would have pounced on him if he hadn't been through the trench.

Qin Mu once again contemptuously said, "Huh! He sneered: "I still have more than 600 captives in my hands, and there will be several thousand more escorted to Shang Kexi tomorrow, such a good show will be staged every day, if His Excellency Prince Heshuoying can't enjoy watching it, please come again tomorrow, let's continue." ”

After Qin Mu finished speaking, he patted the horse and returned to his home formation leisurely, and the Azig behind him seemed to him like a fart, not worth mentioning.

"The Art of War" has a cloud: soldiers, sophistry. Therefore, it can be shown but cannot be used, it is not used to show it, it is near and it is far away, and it is far away and it is shown to be near. Profit and temptation, chaos and take, real and prepared, strong and avoid, angry and scratch, humble and arrogant, hard work, kiss and leave, attack its unpreparedness, surprise. The victory of this soldier cannot be passed on first.

Azig is brutal and resourceful by nature, which is just right for him to scratch in anger.

When a person is in a state of rage, he is prone to lose his mind.

The enemy who has lost his mind is the most haode enemy.

Azig did not disappoint Qin Mu, and faithfully annotated Sun Tzu's Art of War with his actions.

A frenzied offensive with no casualties began again.

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Rumble!

Under the city of Chizhou, the smoke of gunpowder is filled, and the sound of killing is like a tide.

The roar of the red-clothed cannon overshadowed the sound of fighting above and below the city, and the whistling projectiles bombarded the city wall violently, the bricks and stones flew out, and the unbearable city wall collapsed a section, and some Qin soldiers in the city could not escape, and were buried by the collapsed city wall in an instant.

"General Cui, I can't hold it, I can't hold it, what should I do?"

Cui Feng wiped the blood on his face and shouted: "Pass my order, let Li Chen lead a thousand men and horses to fight in the Tartar streets, cover the retreat of the army, quickly!" ”

Li Chen was a member of the first batch of training camps that Qin Mu trained in Huichang, and he was the descendant of Qin Mu's lineage, and his loyalty was beyond doubt.

In order to cooperate with the annihilation battle on Qin Mu's western front and delay time as much as possible, after receiving Cui Feng's order, he led a thousand elites without hesitation to launch a desperate street battle with the Tartars who poured into the city like a tide.

This time, Tong Tulai and Kong Youde gathered 70,000 troops and stormed Chizhou, coupled with the help of Hongyi artillery, the city wall collapsed in one day, and Cui Feng had to retreat to the next blocking point in a hurry.

Li Chen was in Chizhou City, relying on his familiarity with the terrain, street by street and Tartar fighting to the death, using the mines and explosives planted before the war to give a heavy blow to the Tartars who rushed into the city.

Seeing that the battle lasted for an afternoon, with more than 2,000 casualties, which was greater than the casualties during the siege, and that the tragic street fighting had not yet been able to end, Tong Tulai could not help but be angry in his heart, and he brazenly ordered arson and burned the entire Chizhou.

Li Chen's 1,000 men and horses, when he escaped from the West Gate, there were only 400 left, looking at the blazing Chizhou City, everyone's eyes were blood-red.

When the order was given to clear the wilderness, some of the people in the city were reluctant to leave, but now the city is burning with flames, and those who do not want to leave are afraid that few people will survive

"General, let's go, if you don't leave, it'll be too late."

"Let's go!" Li Chen squeezed out a low roar from between his teeth, and quickly disappeared on the west path with more than four hundred pieces.

Tong Tulai and Kong Youde led the army to chase after them, but they couldn't chase ten miles, and when they came to Qiupu, they saw the soldiers on the west side of the Qiupu River, and Cui Feng's army had already laid a blocking line here.

The mountains and rivers around the Qiupu River are beautiful, the scenery is pleasant, the poet immortal Li Bai has been to Qiupu for five years, and wrote seventeen poems singing about Qiupu before and after, "the white hair is three thousand zhang, the fate is like a long, I don't know where to get the autumn frost in the mirror", this poem that recites the world is the fifteenth song in the "Qiupu Song".

And today, the Qiupu River is destined to be dyed red with blood, and the tragic battle will be as described by Shixian in the second song of "Qiupu Song", which will make the Qiupu ape sad at night, and the Yellow Mountain can be white. Qingxi is not Longshui, and it is turned into a broken intestine flow

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(To be continued......)