Han’s Son is Not a Slave

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The fire at the mouth of the Bianjia River was still burning, and the fire was reddening the sky. In some places, people could no longer enter, and with the sound of "thunderbolt", the beams and tiles kept falling. The fire caused the temperature of this area to rise sharply, causing the faces of the Taiping soldiers who were searching for and treating the wounded to be flushed and hot to the touch.

In the fire, not only house debris but also corpses were burning. No one knew how many corpses were burning in the fire, but the smell of charred meat permeated the air. Many brave Taiping soldiers could endure the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the ground covered with human organs, brain blood, and broken arms, but they could not bear the smell of corpse oil.

When Zhou Shixiang came all the way, he saw that many soldiers were vomiting. He shook his head, and when he looked back, he found that many of his personal guards were also vomiting, but Yao Wenlong, a fellow from Xinhui, had a calm expression. Zhou Shixiang did not ask Yao Wenlong why he was so calm, because he knew the answer. This answer was also the most painful memory in his heart.

Not far away, the long beam on a large house finally fell heavily in the flames, smashing smoke and dust and sparks everywhere.

"help me..."

In the fire, there was a faint cry for help. Yao Wenlong stood sideways in front of the commander, lest there be any danger there.

Zhou Shixiang looked intently, and a person was slowly moving towards this side with difficulty. Said he was a man, but he wasn't, because the man was smoking.

Yao Wenlong walked up to the man and looked at it. It was a Qing soldier. His back and limbs were all scorched, and his face was black. He couldn't tell whether it was Han, Manchu, or Mongolian. When the man saw someone approaching, he tried to hold up his arm and call for help, but just as he lifted his arm, it snapped with a bang, the broken bones were heavily stuck to the ground, and a burst of hot air gushed out from the fracture. . Yao Wenlong looked blankly at the Qing soldier who was almost cooked, and cut open his back with a knife. Like a knife cutting tofu, the Qing soldier's back was easily slashed by the tip of the knife. The top layer of the skin is cooked, the bottom is half-baked, and the moment it is cut open, the same hot air gushes.

Putting the knife into the scabbard, Yao Wenlong came back and reported, "It's a Tartar."

Zhou Shixiang nodded slightly, since he is a Tartar, no matter whether he is Han or Manchurian, there is no need to save him, and looking at him, it is impossible to save him.

"Big guy!"

"Your Highness!"

Walking along the way, all Taiping soldiers who saw Zhou Shixiang shouted excitedly. The ones called Dashuai were the direct descendants of the Taiping Army, and the ones called His Royal Highness were the original Zheng Army and Zhejiang Army. These two titles sound no different, they both represent Zhou Shixiang's identity, but if you taste them carefully, they are somewhat different.

The soldiers were busy treating the wounded and searching for available ordnance supplies. Zhou Shixiang raised his hand to signal them to do their own thing. He stopped in front of a seriously injured Baihu. This Baihu was: a Guangdong veteran, a native of Xiangshan.

"Master...I...mother..."

The Baihu murmured a few words before he died. Although he didn't know what he wanted to say to him, Zhou Shixiang understood what he meant. He turned around and instructed an envoy of the An Army who was registering the wounded: "Go back to his mother. Settled in Guangzhou, the military commander's mansion is dedicated to support."

Zhou Shixiang sighed after watching the corpses of the hundreds of households being carried away. The specific losses of this battle are being counted in each town, and there is currently no accurate result, but judging from the piles of corpses and the seriously wounded in front of him, Zhou Shixiang knew that there were no casualties. will be small.

Some civilians dispatched from Nanjing are using stretchers to transport the wounded to the hospital located in the canal, where the lightly wounded will return to the army after being simply bandaged, while the seriously wounded will be sent back to Nanjing by the navy in batches.

On the bank of the canal, the sound of pain filled the ears, and soldiers died from their injuries from time to time. Their bodies were carried out by their companions and placed one by one along the river. Each Taiping has a name tag on its neck, which is engraved with their name, place of origin and the battalion guard they belonged to during their lifetime.

Due to the influence of his previous life, Zhou Shixiang asked every Taiping soldier to register one thing with the Anjun envoy when they entered the camp, that is, whether they would like to be buried in the collective cemetery of the Taiping Army after their death, or whether they would be transported to the cemetery. Back to their hometowns and buried in the land where they grew up. At the same time, the Ministry of Industry was ordered to cast iron nameplates to ensure that every Taiping soldier who died in battle could leave their names and deeds in the world.

Maybe, some people are destined to flash by like a shooting star in this troubled world, but even a shooting star, there is always starlight when it flashes. If you are a person, you have a name, you have a hometown, and you have concerns.

According to the statistics of the Military Commander's Office, less than ten of the ten thousand soldiers are willing to be buried in the collective cemetery, and the rest are all asking the troops to transport their bones back to their hometowns for burial in case of death.

It is the custom of the Han people that when people die and leaves return to their roots, even if they become officials outside and make a lot of money, most of them choose to return to their hometowns to die, because that is where their roots are.

It is very difficult to transport a corpse back to the hometown for burial. It can be done in winter, but it is almost impossible to do it in spring and summer. Carrying corpses across thousands of miles is certainly a feat and a righteous act, but it will cause unnecessary epidemics. At present, Zhou Shixiang does not have good transportation conditions to ensure that every soldier's bones can return to his hometown after death, so if conditions permit, such as autumn and winter, he will meet the wishes of the soldiers. Otherwise, they can only choose to be cremated and send their ashes back to their hometowns.

In the medical camp, Zhou Shixiang saw a scene like **** on earth. The wounded soldiers struggled in pain, which made him see it in his eyes and hurt in his heart. Everyone is raised by their mother and father, no one is more noble than anyone else, and they are born above others. Therefore, he does not think that these soldiers should die for themselves, for the rejuvenation of the Han nation, they are just one of the unfortunate ones. However, no one can stop this misfortune from happening. On the contrary, this misfortune will continue until there are no more alien races in China.

No soldiers struggled to get up when they saw the arrival of the commander, and Zhou Shixiang didn't need them to say anything touching. The atmosphere in the medical camp was very negative, even hopeless. Zhou Shixiang also didn't think that his comfort and encouragement could make these dying soldiers survive, and those soldiers who had broken hands and feet could be reborn. All he can do is to walk forward while wailing, and he can't even affect the rescue work and the guards.

After walking out of the medical camp and coming to the canal, Zhou Shixiang exhaled. His breath was like fog in the icy air. The cold wind blew the water of the canal, but behind it was a fire that reflected half of the sky.

Blood and fire, cold and heat, are intertwined here.

Yu Shizhong and Tie Yi came over, and they told Zhou Shixiang that they had captured more than 10,000 prisoners, including more than 2,000 Manchu soldiers.

"There are quite a few of these Qing soldiers~www.wuxiaspot.com~ We have too many casualties, so we can make up for them in various towns."

Yu Shizhong suggested not to kill the prisoners. Although this battle was won, it was a tragic victory. There were more than 8,000 casualties in each town. Not so good.

Tie Yi was noncommittal.

After Zhou Shixiang stared at the canal for a moment, he turned sideways and said, "Kill all of them, but leave none of them."

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