Han’s Son is Not a Slave

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The "accidental bombing" of the Taiping Army brought the flag soldiers not a stimulant, but a return to the light. Even if it were bombed ten more times, Mancheng would not be able to keep it, because the city wall had collapsed.

Without the protection of the majestic and sturdy city walls of the Ming Imperial City, and the number of Gao Han in the city, the Manchurians who call themselves conquerors are just poor people waiting for the Ming army's revenge. They will pay the price for what their father and grandfather did and what they did in this Han land.

"The Tartars are no different from beasts. In the past, the scholars and officials often talked about virtue, thinking that the Tartars could be taught by benevolence and righteousness, so that they would be envious and close to China. Heart. If my China is strong, they will be afraid; if my China is weak, this generation will take advantage of the weakness to enter. Looking at the history of China for thousands of years, there are Wuhu in the past, Mengyuan in the back, and Manzhou today. I don't talk about civilization, I only have a tyrannical heart, kill my **** people, and slaughter my bare hands, just to make me a slave, become his horse, and think that he will be a slave for eternity.

Although I have raised people and been taught by sages, the sages have never taught me to speak morality, benevolence and righteousness, and civilization with the barbarians. Today, China has been invaded by Manchuria, most of the country has been reduced to fishy mutton, and hundreds of millions of people have been slaughtered. This is a catastrophe for thousands of years in China. In Manzhou, my Han people, their crimes are too numerous to write down, and Huang Yan is not talented. I also asked the prince to let me count Manchu, so that Huang Yan would do it with his own hands, so as to comfort the spirit of Xihou and hundreds of millions of Han people in the sky! "

Zhang Huangyan looked at the Taiping soldiers who rushed to the city like a tide, and listened to the roar of "Broken the city, don't seal the sword", he couldn't bear it at all, but tears filled his eyes, and he begged Zhou Shixiang to count the clowns. Cut it with your own hands.

"No matter the size!"

Zhang Huangyan was resolute. At this moment, in his heart, only the relatives who died tragically under the sword of the Qing Dynasty, only Zhang Mingzhen, the Marquis of Dingxi, was crying with his mother's body in Zhoushan, and only that miserable scene where the whole city was full of dead corpses.

"Scholars must not disappoint Lord Shangshu."

Zhou Shixiang nodded slowly.

Not far away, Yue Le, who was already numb and expressionless, stood there blankly like a walking corpse, the saliva in his mouth wet his feet.

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The 300 flintlock gunners in the first town shot down the full soldiers on the collapsed gap, and then the gunmen who followed up rushed up from the ruins and suppressed the Qing army archers on the gaps on both sides with their platoons, hitting them in the head. Can't stretch. Under the gap, dozens of soldiers armed with knives and hundreds of women looked at the Taiping army who rushed down, and rushed up with desperate shouts.

"Envoy Lu, it's a girl!"

An old Cantonese lady was hesitant to see a group of Manchu girls rushing up with weapons.

"If you don't kill her, she will kill you!"

Lu Yi jumped off a protruding city brick and slashed a Manchu woman shouting "Aah" to the ground. The woman thought that she ate too well on weekdays, but she didn't cut the bone with a knife, but cut out a piece of yellow fat. Lu Yi was disgusted, stepped over her and slashed towards the soldiers down the slope. The woman wasn't dead, but she couldn't get up again, and was just cursing something heart-piercing in Manyu.

"An Shi is good at it!"

Baihu Liu Bangdong smiled, cut off a spear with one knife, and kicked the old Manchu bangzi holding the spear down the slope. A cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and a sharp arrow hit his chest, but only with a "bang" sound, and the goggles on his body bounced off.

"What a thief girl!"

When Liu Bangdong saw that the one who shot him was a handsome Manchu girl, he laughed and charged at the girl with a knife.

Sir, how can the soldiers hesitate, they are not afraid of the Man Tartars, let alone the old Tartars, the small Tartars and the female Tartars. Under the slashing with knives, the men and women of the Tartars fell to the ground like reaping rice, which was horrific. It's just that every time the Taiping army slashes and kills a Tartar woman, it will be a pity, especially the good-looking ones, even more and more pouted.

There were only more than 200 full soldiers on the Qingmen side, and the rest were old and weak and women. They had been bombed to death before, and the main force of the Taiping army who had attacked from Guangdong and Guangxi was attacked all the way. They could not stop it. Under the gap in the city wall, there are dead bodies next to one another, both men and women. Tong Guonian and Zuo Ling Hashtun saw that the city gate could no longer be held, so they led people to retreat into the city, and they wanted to fight the Taiping army to the end.

Some of the slaves under the banner of the Han people shouted in Chinese when they saw the Taiping army coming, "I'm a Han Chinese, don't kill me!"

When the Taiping soldier who rushed up was stunned, the clothed slave rushed forward and stabbed the soldier with a short knife. , From now on, my family has been a banner man for generations! ... You gang of thieves Han people, why don't you die, why do you want to rebel against your masters! Why do you want to cut off the grace of my family to carry the flag!..."

The soldier who was stabbed was pushed back by the crazy coat slave, and the corners of his mouth were full of blood, and he seemed to be dead. When the companions on the side saw it, they were all furious, and rushed up to smash the clothed slave to pieces. When the clothed slave was dying, he only muttered: "My family will be a bannerman from now on..."

Blind Li fell while climbing the collapsed city wall. By the time he got up, hundreds of people had already rushed in, and he couldn't help but scolded him. He patted his butt, carried a hammer, and went up to the top in a lackluster manner. He swept around, only to find that there was a little Tartar at the gate of the city, pulling the little Tartarian and trying to run into the city. He couldn't help grinning, and from a distance, the little Tanya had a very good figure.

One hundred households from the first town who brought the soldiers up knew the fierce man beside the big handsome man. Seeing the blind man Li staring at the two little tarts, he couldn't help but smile: "Blind lord~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Do you want me to capture that little girl for you!"

"Go, go, you don't need to be involved in the blind master's affairs."

Blind Li glared at the Hundred Households angrily. Seeing that the pair of little Tartars had run away, he hurriedly jumped down and chased after them. In terms of running, Blind Li was ranked second in the Taiping Army, but no one dared to rank first. Back then, he was chased by the Manchu cavalry and ran for dozens of miles in one breath, but he threw the Mantartar on horseback for more than a dozen miles. As a result, the Taiping soldiers who were slashing and slaughtering the stubborn Tartars and women saw the blind master flashing in front of him like a black whirlwind.

The little girl that Blind Li was interested in was Guan Jia Lingzhi, who was being dragged by his little lover, Mi Sihan, to the city. In the chaos in the city, Mi Sihan is young, but how calm can he be? He only knows how to drag Lingzhi, who will become his daughter-in-law in the future, to find Ama and Tong Zhangjing. He was also a lover, no matter how slow Lingzhi ran, Misihan held her hand tightly, lest he would never see Lingzhi again after letting go.

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In the fifth year of Hongzhi, Chunhe Jingming. Xie Xiaolangjun traveled to a poor family in Yuyao, determined to join the cabinet and be the first assistant, and embarked on a magnificent journey to the sea. ----"Shoufu of the Poor" (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.