Han’s Son is Not a Slave

"No prisoners, not one..."

The heavy casualties in the rear camp made Zhou Shixiang subconsciously want to kill the prisoners. Otherwise, he could not take revenge for the dead old and weak women and children, and if not, he could not ease the flames of anger of the soldiers in the front camp.

With the situation under control, many soldiers from the former battalion have already learned about the death of their relatives. Soldiers are also human beings. Men do not cry easily, but facing the bodies of their relatives, no matter how hard-hearted people are, it is impossible to remain unmoved. , it is impossible not to cry.

In Yutai Temple, at the foot of Guifeng Mountain, the cry of a sergeant has already been heard, and the campers who survived the death are again distraught after the initial happiness and joy.

Looking for a father, looking for a mother, looking for a son, looking for a daughter... The miserable screams drifted in Guifeng Mountain, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Zhou Shixiang did not send someone to stop the campers from crying, nor did he force the soldiers who were crying and weeping to put down the bodies of their relatives and return to their ranks. Zhou Shixiang was also a human being. The feeling of reaching the dead body of a loved one.

Military law would not be used in this scene, Zhou Shixiang could only try his best to ask the hundreds of households to select soldiers who had no relatives in the back camp to perform the task, and leave a little time for those men to cry enough.

On that day, he was in grief in front of the empty tomb outside Xinhui City. He didn't cry because his tears had already dried up, and his voice had been hoarse.

However, how to deal with the prisoners of the Qing army has become a big problem for Zhou Shixiang. Executing all these prisoners seems to be the best way for the subordinates to vent their anger and comfort the hearts of the people, but doing so is the least A cost-effective solution.

There were only more than 200 men left in the rear camp, and the casualties in the front camp were also close to that of a reorganization battalion. Taking Guifeng Mountain was not the end of the Taiping Army. The next target of the Taiping Army was the incomparably strong Xinhui City, which is Xiangshan County. , is the entire Qing army in Guangzhou. Even the Qing army was slammed down by Guangdong Province, so Zhou Shixiang needed reinforcements and human life to make up for the upcoming wars one after another. In the absence of a large number of people actively joining the army, he can only be realistic. He needs these prisoners. .

"Let's follow the example of Gaoyaocheng."

Zhou Shixiang glanced at Tie Yi, who didn't understand, with some guilt, shook his head, and ordered Shao Jiugong to take all the prisoners to Qianshoutang.

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After 415 Green Camp prisoners and 46 flag soldiers were taken to Qianjutang, they were immediately divided into two sides by the Taiping Army.

In addition to Lin Youxian, the general manager who was found dead, the captured officers also had the wounded general manager Wang Wu. Su Xianting, the leader of the Han army flag, had already run away. However, his Goshha Zhao Quan did not die, but had his hand blown off, and this meeting was also brought over. Zhao Quan's face was extremely pale because of the excessive blood loss from the severed hand.

Surrounded by officers such as Shao Jiugong, Wu Mazi and Wang Youxi from the Xiongwei Camp, Tieyi from the Baihu, Zheng Tiezhu, Zheng Daniu and other officers from the Xibaihu, Zhou Shixiang came to Qianshoutang in a strong suit.

After glancing at the flag soldiers with their heads drooping, Zhou Shixiang's eyes fell on the frightened crowd of Green Battalion soldiers, and he took two steps forward. Without a word of nonsense, he said: "The green camp is all Han, and my Taiping army in Daming is also a Han. Therefore, the camp soldiers are willing to surrender. My Taiping army accepts all of them. Now those who are willing to surrender will kneel, and those who do not want to surrender should stand."

"I've been waiting for it to come down, and I've been waiting for it to come down!"

Zhou Shixiang's voice just fell. The battalion soldiers knelt down in a large area, and only a few dozen remained standing, including the two green battalion officers Lin Youxian and Wang Wu.

"Aren't you willing to surrender to me?"

Zhou Shixiang looked coldly at the dozens of soldiers who refused to kneel. Under his gaze, another seven or eight battalion soldiers bowed their heads and knelt down. Lin Youxian and Wang Wu still didn't move, the former had a strange look on his face, while the latter had a look of disdain.

"Are you going down or not?"

Zhou Shixiang raised his right hand lightly and pointed at the disdainful Wang Wu. He was about to kill the chicken and warn the monkeys.

"I am a dignified man, how can I surrender to you thieves!"

Facing Zhou Shixiang's stern gaze, Wang Wu was not afraid, sneered, his neck was stabbed, blue veins burst, and he said proudly: "Life is a Daqing person, death is a Daqing ghost, you thief don't want Lao Tzu to surrender, you want to kill If you want to be wise and respectful, if Lao Tzu frowns even a little bit, she will be forced by her little mother to raise her!"

Zhou Shixiang's brows rose sharply, and he gave a high five and praised: "What a man, he has kind!"

The suffix of the word "you kind" was still dragging, and there was already a long knife in his hand. After the knife light passed, a column of blood spurted out from Hu Quan's neck. When he looked again, he saw how far his head had fallen.

Zhou Shixiang put the knife in his hand, glanced at Wang Wu's brows, and said with sincere admiration: "The brows are really not wrinkled. It is indeed not raised by a young lady. Come on, take this hero down and bury it."

"You... ah!"

Lin Youxian was so frightened by this sudden scene that he knelt on the ground with a "thump", and his head kept knocking on the ground: "General spare your life, general spare your life, small vows, small vows!"

"what about you!"

Zhou Shixiang ignored Lin Youxian, who was kowtowing, and pointed his knife at the Green Battalion soldiers who were still standing. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but there was no smile on his face.

"It's down, it's down, I'll be down!"

"I'm also a Han Chinese, and I didn't want to help the tyrants of the Tartars, but now I'm being accepted by the Taiming Army, and I'm willing to submit!"

This group of battalion soldiers who were still standing had the intention to surrender, but it was because Lin Youxian and Wang Wu, the two officers, had not yet surrendered, so they bravely stood still. The head of General Wang Wu will be chopped to the ground, and Qian Zong kept kowtowing on the ground like a soft egg. There is no one who is not afraid of death. Why should he be buried in the Qing Dynasty?

Zhou Shixiang was very satisfied with the performance of the battalion soldiers. He nodded and his eyes slowly fell on the faces of the 46 banner soldiers. He could clearly see that these banner soldiers were not much better than the battalion soldiers. Their faces were full of fear. Seeing Zhou Shixiang looking at them, a dozen people were so frightened that they immediately knelt on the ground and shouted that they were willing to surrender, lest this murderous Ming army thousand households would attack them.

Zhao Quan, who was holding his broken arm and gritted his teeth to endure the pain, saw this and ignored the injury on his broken arm. He suddenly pointed his other finger at the dozen or so flag soldiers who were kneeling and surrendered, and cursed, "You guys These eggless cowards, there are only dead Manchurian warriors in the world, and there is absolutely no man of the Eight Banners who surrendered! All stand up for Lao Tzu, all for Lao Tzu. Be like a man, don’t be like a motherfucker, all Get up!"

However, no matter how angry Zhao Quan was and how he reprimanded him, the kneeling bannermen refused to get up, and the two bannermen who saved their lives in the back mountain even scolded Zhao Quan in turn, calling him unscrupulous. , if he hadn't blocked the road, the brothers wouldn't have called the Taiping Army to arrest him, so angry that Zhao Quan's bloodless face suddenly turned ashen.

"Shut up. Shut me up!"

Zhou Shixiang shouted violently, and the group of flag soldiers immediately shut up, leaving only Zhao Quan staring at them angrily, as if he wanted to eat these people.

Zhou Shixiang pressed his anger down, looked Zhao Quan up and down, and said sarcastically, "What kind of Manchu warrior are you, you are obviously a Han!"

Hearing this, Zhao Quan started drinking as if he had suffered some kind of humiliation: "Bah! I, Zhao Quan, have been loved by Prince Zhao Quan, and I have already entered the Eight Banners. I am not a Han Chinese, I am a bannerman, a bannerman!"

"So, you are determined not to recognize your ancestors?" Zhou Shixiang laughed instead of anger. "Unfortunately, even if you entered the Eight Banners, you are still a third-class Han and Eight Banners. In the eyes of the Manchu Tartars, you are still a Han!"

"I'm a banner man, not a Han man!" Zhao Quan's face flushed red.

"Okay. Ben Qianhu thinks you are a bannerman, but Ben Qianhu doesn't believe it anymore. There are really only Manchu warriors who died in battle. Are there no surrendered Eight Banners men?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Shixiang turned around and took the firearm from the hand of a soldier in the trap camp. He pulled the firearm and lit it towards the matchlock, but when he heard the loud noise of "Bang!" Down, but was hit by the gun firmly on his right leg.

Zhou Shixiang threw the fire gun back to the soldiers on the side. He didn't even look at Zhao Quan, who was struggling on the ground. He only asked the stunned flag soldiers, "Do you kneel?"

Here, Tie Yi took another fire gun and handed it to Zhou Shixiang, who took it.

Seeing the fire gun pointed at him, and then looking at the miserable state of Zhao Quan, who was in the middle of the gun, all the flag soldiers were really not afraid of death, and they couldn't stand up again, and they knelt down and shouted: "Come down, the small wishes come down, the small Your wishes come down!"

A flag soldier who had surrendered to Manchuria as early as the 12th year of Chongzhen did not kneel. He felt terrified. The Ming Dynasty was over, and Nanming would not jump for a few days. But if he doesn't surrender, the Ming army general in front of him is going to kill someone. What the **** is going on? !

After hesitating again and again, the flag soldier was unable to make up his mind, but after seeing Zhou Shixiang impatiently raising the mouth of the fire gun and aiming it at himself, he couldn't think about it any more, and he couldn't get down. He kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Little wishes come down! Small wishes come down!" But in his heart, he wanted to save his life first, but he couldn't really let down these unsustainable thieves, and in the future he would find an opportunity to escape. He didn't know that most of the flag soldiers who were also kneeling on the ground and shouting their willingness to descend had the same thoughts as him.

"Wouldn't it have been done sooner?"?

Zhou Shixiang turned his gaze to Zhao Quan, who was struggling, but did not cry out from the beginning to the end. He was a little admired in his heart, but still sarcastically said: "You see, your companions have all kneeled and surrendered to Ben Qianhu, among them There seems to be no Eight Banners warrior who is not afraid of death."

"You bastards... disgrace your ancestors, you are not worthy... be my Eight Banners warriors, you... cowards! The thieves are... if you don't kill... now... you will live. Torture to death... torture you to death!" Zhao Quan's voice had stuttered because of the pain, but he was still panting and cursing.

"Are you really afraid of death?"

Zhou Shixiang didn't want to see Zhao Quan cursing, he just wanted to know if Zhao Quan was really not afraid of death.

"Pooh!"

Zhao Quan glared at Zhou Shixiang fiercely, and his eyes told Zhou Shixiang unmistakably: I'm just not afraid of death!

Zhou Shixiang sighed: "You are indeed a man. I will give you another chance. As long as you say that you are Han, I can not only not kill you, but also let you go. Would you say no?"

"Humph!"

Zhao Quan turned his head and said nothing, the flesh on his face was twisted together, looking so scary.

Seeing this, Zhou Shixiang snorted coldly and didn't say anything to him. The fire gun pointed to Zhao Quan's left leg and lit the match. After a few seconds, the black hole of the gun spewed out a deadly flame, and the lead shot out of the hole. Immediately, Zhao Quan's left leg was smashed into pieces.

"Uh!"

Zhao Quan's left leg was smashed into blood, and he finally couldn't bear the pain and let out a loud cry. Sweat dripped from his forehead, but he gritted his teeth and tried to support himself. He didn't want these Han people to see his jokes! There is nothing to fear in death. What is frightening is that the reputation of the warriors of the Eight Banners of Manchuria cannot be lost by oneself!

"Speak or not!"

Zhou Shixiang simply ignored Zhao Quan's pain and was speechless, and asked him another question with a blank face.

Zhao Quanguo was really a tough guy, and he let out an angry roar from his throat: "Don't say it! You hateful Chinese dogs and thieves, Daqing will definitely pacify you, hang your heads on the city gate to show the public, and kill your nine clans. Let you die without a burial!"

"boom!"

There was another gunshot, but this time, it hit Zhao Quan directly in the chest. The gunshot slammed into his chest, and blood flew out from his chest. In the blink of an eye, Zhao Quan stopped twitching and didn't move.

"Carry down and feed the dog!"

Zhou Shixiang gritted his teeth. He really couldn't imagine that a Han man would die for the Manchus so desperately, and he couldn't imagine a Han man who didn't even recognize his ancestors and claimed that he was a banner man, a banner man!

After Zhao Quan's body was carried down, both the battalion soldiers and the flag soldiers knelt there and dared not move. The soldiers of the Taiping Army on all sides were all relieved, and they only hated that Lord Qianhu had to keep prisoners, otherwise the brothers would make a joint effort and chop these **** into mashed meat, in order to sacrifice the spirits of the dead relatives in heaven!

"Qianhu, let them do it now?"

Shao Jiugong looked sideways at the green camp soldiers, UU reading www. He couldn't wait to watch the good show of uukanshu.com Gaoyaocheng again.

Zhou Shixiang moved his cheeks and spit out two words: "Do it!"

Wang Youxi, who was testing the Hundred Households in the Xiongwei Camp, said hesitantly, "Qianhu, the people from the Han Army Banner have already descended, are we?"

Zhou Shixiang's eyes were fierce, and he said categorically, "Not a single one!"

Wang Youxi was stunned and did not dare to persuade.

Zhou Shixiang also instructed Shao Jiugong: "After the battalion has made a move, they will be interrogated separately. Anyone who has killed our elderly and children will not stay!"

Shao Jiugong took the order, this is what should be done, fighting on the battlefield, the enemy and the enemy, it doesn't matter how many people kill, but if you want to attack the defenseless old and weak women and children, you should die.

"Move quickly, all the front camps will be assembled after an hour," Zhou Shixiang looked at Xinhui City in the southeast, and said decisively: "No matter how many people die, Xinhui City must be taken!" (To be continued.. )