Han’s Son is Not a Slave

"Amuqi, the Han people! The Han people are chasing after us!"

By the Baitazi River, a Manchu youth screamed in horror. Update the fastest With the screams of the Manchu teenagers, this group of Manchurians who had escaped from Liaoyang was instantly terrified. The women and children screamed again and again, and the men were horrified.

"Drive, drive!"

Zuoling Blantay, the old surname of the Cuyala clan, was the leader of this Manchu refugee team. He was just forty years old, and he looked like a sixty-year-old man with gray hair.

Blantyre beat the horses desperately, but the two horses had been driving his family for a long time, so he had no strength. No matter how Blantyre whipped, the two black horses couldn't move their hooves.

Brandai was sweating profusely. Three days ago, when he knew that Liaoyang City had been slaughtered by the Han army, his hair turned white overnight.

He was afraid, afraid that the Han people would cut off his head, and cut off the heads of his family. He took his family desperately to the south, and in front of him was the Baitazi River. After crossing the river, you can reach Jinzhou, where there are garrisoned troops, and when you enter the city, you will be safe.

However, the Han people are still catching up!

"Blantai, leave us alone, run with Alam, fast!"

Although Blantay's mother Wu Zara was blind, she was not deaf. She heard her grandson's cry and the sound of horses' hooves getting closer and closer.

She held the carriage tremblingly and shouted loudly, her eldest son died in Guannei, and the youngest son's whole family was cooked by the Han people in Gaizhou. In any case, she could no longer lose her second son and only grandson. Otherwise, the Kuyala family would be doomed.

"Mother!"

Brittany's eyes were red, he was very filial, how could he abandon his mother, let alone his wife and daughter in the car!

"Blantai, you still think I'm a mother, so hurry up and take Alam! Otherwise, I'll die in front of you!"

Wu Zara screamed, a hoarse voice that was heartbreaking to hear. Blantay's wife, Tocorro, was also in tears while holding her daughter. Her mother-in-law's words made her heartache, 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 going, I'm not going, Wo Moruo wants to be with you!"

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

"Come on!"

Wu Zara pushed his young grandson away and urged his second son again. She is old and blind, but her heart is bright. She knows what the wisest course of action is now.

"Emother! No!"

Blantai cried and hugged his nephew, because he saw that the rushing Han cavalry had drawn their long swords, and there was no time for him to hesitate.

"what!"

Blantai shouted, and cut off the reins on the horse with a knife, and the carriage sank to the ground. The two black horses that lost their shackles felt extremely relaxed as if they had unloaded a 10,000-pound burden.

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

Alam struggled not to leave his grandmother to escape, but his uncle held him firmly on his horse.

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

"Ama, Ama..."

Blantyre's daughter stared blankly at her father who was holding her brother on the dark horse, murmuring in her mouth.

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

Tocorro wiped the tears from his face, and hugged the daughter who wanted to pull his father tightly in one hand, but held a pair of scissors tightly in the other.

"drive!"

Blantai, who couldn't take it any longer, raised his whip fiercely and slapped the two black horses on the buttocks. The black horse let out a whimper and rushed forward desperately.

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

Alam could no longer cry because his eyes were dry.

Wu Zara stood there quietly, listening to the sound of the hooves of his son and grandson leaving, and the shouting of the Han Chinese cavalry chasing after him.

After a while, she suddenly sat down and said lightly to Wei Lun who was beside her: "As long as men can survive, we Manchurians will have a day of revenge."

"Ma'am, why is this happening? Why are those Han people killing us!"

Tocorro didn't understand, she couldn't figure it out, she lived well on her own land, why did the Han people from the south come to occupy her land and hunt down her family.

"Why?" Wu Zara's voice was calm, "Because everything you have is those of the Han people. Because..."

Wu Zara did not go on, because forty years ago, when she was still a young girl, she witnessed her father and brother, just like today's Han people, chasing and killing those Nikan who were desperately trying to escape to the south.

There were the screams of the clansmen, many of which Wu Zara was familiar with. But she was not frightened by it, but asked her tail: "What is this place?"

Toko Roche was stunned for a moment, looked up into the distance, hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice, "It seems that we have reached the Baitazi River."

"Bai Tazi River?" Wu Zara said "oh", "That's the Daling River."

Wu Zara was a little lost. She thought about the place's too many pasts, too many pasts.

In the distance, Alam on horseback could not stop sobbing, letting his uncle lead the dark horse under him to gallop forward. Behind, there were no chasing soldiers, but nothing could be heard or seen.

"Amuqi, where are we going!"

Brittany did not answer his nephew because he was desperate.

In front of him, an army of Han people appeared at some unknown time. They were wearing red flags and looked at the other side of the river across the Baitazi River.

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

Jinzhou lost?

Brantai was despairing, and he stopped the dark horse. At this moment, it is useless for him to cross the river.

The Han people laid a net of heaven and earth on the land outside the customs, and the Manchurians were like birds in the net, unable to fly again with wings attached.

Baita River, just a mile away.

Here, it is like the boundary between **** and heaven, far away.

A line of cavalry roared past without a moment's pause.

After the sound of the hooves, two black horses without owners ran to the Baita River alone. They were really thirsty.

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

Teams of Taiping troops gathered from all directions on the banks of the Baita River.

Here, there is another name, it is called Dalinghe.

"preparation!"

"Drumming!"

"Dong Dong Dong!"

On the galloping Daling River, the sound of soul-calling drums resounded in the sky.

In the sound of drums, tens of thousands of soldiers of the New Second Army were watching.

They couldn't see anything, but beneath the black soil were tens of thousands of skeletons.

The once fortified city is no longer there, and all that is left on the surface are the ruins and the three old locust trees.

Time has taken away Dalinghe City and everything that has happened on this land.

But someone remembers.

The mountains and rivers are hard to move, the aspirations are high and pure, although the homeland is broken, the heart is full of soup. Obviously below, hehe above. The sun and the moon are shining, only I am the brightest!

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