Dominate the Country

The military rebellion in Lanzhou subsided, but the pain caused to the locals by the Qing soldiers and the hostile armed forces of Gansu and Shandong was firmly engraved in the history of Lanzhou City. The street scenes of the past have turned into ruins, and the peace and tranquility of the past have become a purgatory on earth. The busy streets are deserted, and there is no longer the bustle of the past. A father is kind, a son is filial, brothers, friends and younger brothers are respectful, becoming a yin and yang forever separated.

The unprepared Lanzhou City was looted by tens of thousands of rebels. The loss of property must have been extremely painful, but the tragedy that occurred among the rebels was not limited to mere property. Life is the most precious thing, but it is also the most insecure thing in a war.

There was blood dripping on the door sill and the door was open. Scenes like this could be seen everywhere in Lanzhou City.

The whole city was engulfed in the cries and tears of the people.

The war turned the once bustling streets into ruins, and the war turned people's originally happy homes into the past.

Families were reduced to ruins, and the magnificent Buddhist and Taoist temples and Xingyue Temple were all devastated. Blackened and mutilated corpses were weighed down by broken bricks and tiles. The alleys were strewn with corpses, including men, women, the elderly, and children. The brutal Qing army and the hostile armed forces in Gansu destroyed some of the kindness in the world.

The door is cracked, the beams and columns are broken, the dilapidated house, bricks and tiles scattered on the ground, and there is no sign of going west. In some places, fires are still raging, and everything was burned to scorched earth.

The sun was completely covered by dark clouds. I couldn't bear to see the miserable situation below me.

There were cries, cries, and collapses. I don’t know how many people were buried in the ruins. How many people died in Lanzhou City. The souls of the dead were everywhere.

Many refugees gathered on both sides of the road. They had nothing and could only look at the groups of Qing soldiers patrolling the streets and alleys with hatred. They were silently looking forward to it in their hearts, hoping that the Fuhan Army would come over as soon as possible.

Yong Rong's face looked ugly now. He had just been told that Qiaomen Temple had been burned down. How does he deal with this?

Will the rioters be held accountable? Who knows who did it? That is self-disruption to military morale. And can you appease those H people by doing this?

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At this moment in western Sichuan, in the Aba area in later generations, just when the Fuhan Army's war against Lanzhou was beginning, Sonomu, the chieftain of Dajinchuan, and Senggesang, the chieftain of Xiaojinchuan, faced the large Fuhan Army that suddenly appeared outside the mountain. His face was also livid and embarrassed.

At this time, the Fuhan Army suddenly launched troops against Xiaojinchuan. Two armies attacked Xiaojinchuan from Wenchuan and Dajianlu. The artillery was pulled outside. Only then did Sengge Sang report the news and hurriedly ordered the soldiers and horses scattered outside to return. At the same time, he personally led the army to come here to support. Another thing is that Sonomu, the chieftain of Daijinchuan who had just received his reward, personally led his troops to the front line to support him.

After Sonomu and Senggesang rushed to the front line, they immediately sent a letter to the Fuhan Army, asking the Fuhan Army to withdraw immediately. Although both of them were trembling in their hearts, they still sent people to shout to Chen Yanxue that they wanted to shout Tuktu's will. As long as there was a Tibet shouting Tuktu's will, they would rather be captured.

But it's no use.

Chen Yanxue just asked someone to deliver a letter to the mountain, giving Sonomu and Si Seng Gesang one day to consider whether to surrender unconditionally or to fight. There was no other word. The attitude is not ordinary tough!

It's nine o'clock in the morning. In another hour, the time given by Chen Yanxue for the day will have passed.

Sonomu and Senggesang didn't sleep all night, and several of their main generals also didn't sleep all day, and all of them had eyes as red as bloodshot glass beads.

"Treacherous Han people, treacherous Han people. They used us as guns and used the lives of our Jinchuan and Jinchuan warriors to pacify the surrounding chieftain territories. Then they let the cowards who had lost their land run to Lhasa and cry, and in the momentum Suppress us, and finally take action against us before Hutuktu’s decree comes..."

Things have developed to this point, what else doesn't Sonomu understand? But it was this kind of 'understanding' that made everyone here furious. While they were furious, their hearts were also cold and cold. The Han people were obviously fully prepared and had deep plans, but they only just realized it when the knife cut them off.

Senggesang's son Losanke slapped the table hard and said, "The Han people are not trustworthy, so we cannot surrender. Our warriors are not afraid of the Han people's guns at all. There are many obstacles in Jinchuan and Jinchuan that are difficult for apes to overcome. This place has been lost." , we retreated to the mountains Go deeper, just like my grandfather did back then." The sharp dagger in Luosanke's hand was completely pierced into the meat, and the wine bowl decorated with gold and silver flower in the highland barley wine fell to the ground. The bowl was not broken because it was made from a human skull.

It was made from the skull of Shaka, the leader of the Malbang chieftains who lived near Xiaojinchuan. In the battle at the end of last winter, Shaka was beheaded by Losank himself. This chieftain, who was very respectful to Tantric Buddhism, showed great dignity to Zhangjia III's mediation. Unfortunately, his opponent did not follow the rules at all. He not only lost all his wealth, but also lost his own life.

As the first chieftain to be killed since the beginning of the war, Losanke, who received this honor, was very excited to take out Shaka's skull, and then asked the best craftsmen to make this wine bowl for him.

Seng Gesang closed his eyes. In the past year, in order to gain support from Tibet, how many treasures and slaves did he and Sonomu send to the monks and nobles in Tibet? Now it's all in vain.

And he had an intuition in his heart that told Sengge Sang that they might not be able to hold out until next year, until the will of the Great Hutuktu came.

But he could not oppose the determination of the crowd, otherwise the fate that awaited him would definitely be miserable. Just as Sengge Sang was unwilling to spit out the land and slaves he had obtained, how could his leaders be willing to take back the fat meat in the bowl? An hour passed quickly.

Chen Yanxue, the commander of the mountain division, waved his hand. There was no white flag on the mountain. This should have made him very unhappy, but in fact it made him feel relieved. "God bless, these barbarians did not surrender." Otherwise, the military merits of their mountain division would be lost again.

Now he has a complete artillery regiment under his command, including 24 heavy artillery with 15-jin shells alone, and a rocket unit. Since the decision to fool the big and small Jinchuan last year, Sichuan has stockpiled a large number of rockets, regardless of the size, and eats them all.

"Concentrate firepower and carpet bomb."

After receiving the order, the commander-in-chief of the artillery had a tense face that turned into a flower. He waved to the flag bearer with a smile, and the red flag could be raised. The battle between the Fu Han Army and Xiao Jinchuan will no longer consume the most basic human lives in the war, but artillery shells and Chen Han's powerful military and industrial forces. They want to make all the chieftains in Sichuan recognize a fact-the power of industry cannot be stopped by mountains and ridges! Countless ammunition, inexhaustible ammunition, overwhelming the mountains, and shells exploded one by one, with flames everywhere.

An artillery regiment plus part of the artillery of the first division, a total of 130 artillery pieces, and 40 large-caliber mortars.

The great power of nature has given Xiaojinchuan an absolutely favorable defensive terrain, but can this withstand the continuous artillery fire of the Fu Han Army?

This is a duel between the great power of nature and the ultimate destructive power of modern humans. Is the mountains and ridges of nature better, or is the destructive power of humans breaking through the sky?

The bombardment began on July 22, the 146th year of Chongzhen.

The balloon team was the eyes of the artillery team. The balloon team flying at an altitude of 50 meters had already found prey for the artillery team. When the red flag fell, there was suddenly a flash of storm-like light in the world of green mountains and white fog! Hundreds of explosions were like small suns, completely dispersing the mist floating in the mountains, followed by a violent tremor of the earth and a thunderous roar!

It was like the collapse of the mountains and cracks of the earth in myths and legends. Sonom, Senggesang, Losangke and others in the hall were suddenly startled. When have they heard such a fierce bombardment?

The mountains are shaking, and their headman's hall is shaking.

This is the roar of the powerful Fu Han Army artillery cluster! More than a hundred cannons, and countless rockets, such a bombardment power, the entire Asian Fu Han Army is unique!

A huge roar sounded, and the whistling sound like a hurricane passed through the ears of every Tusi who was watching in formation. The mountains and rivers were burning, and the earth was shaking. The dust raised by the explosions of rockets and shrapnel went straight up into the sky. The wrath of the God of War made everything here go to destruction.

Such a powerful bombing force, which is inseparable from the efforts of the transport troops. The mountains and rivers were broken in front of him. At this moment, Chen Yanxue, who was in control of such a huge military force, raised his chin unconsciously.

This is the influence of combat effectiveness. The "man" who holds such great power in his hands is a god walking on earth in front of the Tusi of western Sichuan.

The Tibetans in the deep valley exist in silence. Sonom and Losangke's faces were frozen with anger, and the anger of everyone in the lobby stopped. In the mountain stronghold outside the lobby, everyone was trembling, and everyone's ears were filled with the rolling sound of artillery like thunder, which could not be blocked!

I don't know how many people knelt on the ground and prayed to the Buddha in another space. These ignorant people thought that it was the gods who were sending down their angry thunder.

The hill leading to the core area of ​​Xiaojinchuan, facing the front of the Fu Han Army's artillery position, was filled with explosions. There were dozens or hundreds of explosion points at the same time, and the smoke and burning flames completely changed this hill.

There was no time interval between the flashes of all sizes, like a rainstorm washing the slope of the mountain.

Those rockets were dazzling even in the daytime, like countless meteors falling from the sky. All the stone forts and deer horns designed and built by local Tibetans were submerged in the sea of ​​fire!

The fortifications were blown up to the sky, and the stone forts that were painstakingly arranged were swept away by the huge power. The worst were the local soldiers who were hiding in the stone forts, and the casualties were too great. Because the stone fort was the focus of the Fu Han Army's artillery bombardment, there were naturally broken limbs flying everywhere, and wailing and crying.

The shrapnel flying in all directions was sharper than the sickle of the god of death, harvesting lives unscrupulously!

The soldiers were completely stunned by such extremely powerful firepower. Their tragic fate of being blown to pieces was just like the attitude of the chieftains of western Sichuan outside who surrendered, and it was determined early.

Some of the Xiaojinchuan soldiers who climbed over the hill were like frightened ducks, running for their lives, throwing away all their weapons, and shouting at the top of their lungs, venting the infinite fear in their hearts.

The battle of Jinchuan was not difficult at all. The Fu Han army swept across the entire Jinchuan with artillery and rockets. The chieftains in western Sichuan all lowered their heads. Wu Xueli, who was in charge of the government affairs of the four provinces, began to work on the reform of the chieftains in western Sichuan before the battle of Jinchuan was over. Pang Zhenkun, a good friend who had been transferred back to Nanjing from Guangdong, wrote him a private letter, saying that it would be best to complete the reform of the chieftains in western Sichuan before the end of the year. Regardless of the actual ruling power, the status should be determined first, so that Wu Xueli's position as the governor of the four provinces can be truly secure.

At the same time as this battle, the battle of Zhongwei in Ning was also fought.

"Swoosh--" Amid the sharp whistling sound, deafening explosions rang out one after another among the hostile cavalry in Gansu and the small number of Qing cavalry behind them.

"Swoosh" sounded in his ears, and an iron bullet also brushed Dong Wei's cheek. He immediately felt his left cheek, which was covered with stubble, immediately became hot.

In the cavalry battle on both sides, the Fu Han army used a few mortars to fire at full speed, and the Qing army also fired bullets.

"Don't stop, don't stop, the Han dogs are right in front of us. Let's rush up, tear them all into pieces, and let them all go to hell-" These hostile cavalrymen of Gansu S were really brave. Batches of war horses fell in the explosion, but the latecomers roared fearlessly and kept charging.

The sound of gunfire rang out like fried beans, and the cavalry on the front lines on both sides fell one after another in the sound of gunfire, and the bloody bodies of people and horses fell to the ground. But the distance between the two sides was also rapidly closing, and the sound of horse hooves was loud in the ears of the cavalry on both sides.

Galloping horses, sharp sabers, both sides were very traditional oriental cavalry. After the muskets were fired, they were thrown down immediately.

The sound of gunfire was covered by the loud sound of charging.

"Charge--"

"Charge--"

Thousands of cavalrymen waved their sabers and urged the horses under their crotch to sprint quickly. The next moment, blood and flesh flew everywhere.

The wailing of the war horses was endless. Dong Wei didn't even know the crisp sound of bones breaking under the hooves of his horse, and whether the people or corpses trampled by the war horses were his own people or enemies.

Charge, charge, charge!

Kill out of the siege and kill the enemy.

When he finally rushed out of the battlefield, Dong Wei looked at the team behind him. Was it three hundred or two hundred people?

It didn't matter. The important thing was that he had fought his way out. He could lead the small troops behind him to find the enemy's weak points and stab them hard.

"Brothers, follow me to kill..." After taking the horse team behind him for a small circle, Dong Wei inserted into the battlefield again from the side.

In the distance, the flags of the Qing army's infantry brigade seemed to be faintly visible. In front of them was only a battalion of Fu Han army cavalry, with a number of three or four hundred cavalrymen.

Su Tu held a telescope in his hand and looked at the Fu Han army from a distance, with a leisurely look on his face.

He was very satisfied with the current speed of marching.

"Sir, why don't you hurry up to reinforce Zhongwei?"

Su Tu glanced at the person who spoke, and gave two words in his mind: idiot. "Why go so fast? Are you rushing to die?" Waiting until Zhongwei is defeated is the best opportunity.

Now rushing up, in addition to scaring the Fu Han cavalry away, it is to give those bandits face, they defeated the Fu Han cavalry.

"But now..." Su Tu thought he was a fool, but if he was really a fool, he would have died on the battlefield long ago.

"What about now? Even now, it would be better if these bandits died. Remember, those who are not of my race must have different hearts."

If the world was not supported by the great god Fu Han Army, the chaos caused by these bandits in Gan S would have been ruled by the Qing Dynasty. The bandits who are said to be good bandits are the real good bandits.

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