Han’s Son is Not a Slave

"Nanmanzi is here, Nanmanzi is here to kill!"

The exclamation soon sounded in the Qing army camp, and Agula jumped up from the ground in fright, and instinctively pulled out his knife to find the horse. I don't know if he was too frightened, or if he drank a little too much, he almost choked a dog and ate shit.

"Don't die, get on the horse soon!"

After jumping on the horse, Agula was so angry that he saw that his clansmen were still standing there stupidly. Only when he yelled, his clansmen reacted, shouting one by one, throwing the bones and broken bowls in their hands on the ground, or fetching the knife and axe on the side of the tent, or rushing to lead their war horses.

The screams of the Taiping Army are getting closer and louder, like the dull thunder of summer coming close to the ground. Agula was startled on the horse, and saw that in his sight, a group of armored cavalry with no less than a hundred people had rushed to within a few miles of the camp. The leader of the horse was a thief in a white robe with a spear in his hand, and the cavalry behind him all held a spear. It was like being pulled out of a bucket of blood.

After this team of Taiping cavalry arrived, there was a team of Mongolian Eight Banners soldiers to block it, but they were scattered by the other side. The Taiping cavalry did not go to kill the scattered Mongolian Eight Banners soldiers, but went straight to the Qing army camp. Not far behind them, there were hundreds of Taiping cavalry roaring, and the sound of hoofs rose into the air with murderous aura, and their charge was enough to make the Qing army in the camp tremble.

The cavalry marched forward like an iron wall, the sky and the earth were filled with hooves like thunder, and as far as the line of sight was, there were large lumps of mud rolled up by the iron hooves of the war horse. In the Qing army camp, there were full of Mongolian soldiers who were alerted and ran. Tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, but no one stopped them, allowing the hundreds of Taiping troops to pierce the camp like sharp arrows.

"Go, let's go!"

Without any hesitation, Agula hit the horse and ran to the camp. If the Manchurians didn't come to stop him, he wouldn't be stupid enough to die for them. As soon as Agula ran, his clansmen followed, just like a domino falling. The Outer Mongolian soldiers either ran to the camp with their horses, or they ran away without even having a horse. The posture was as if the Taiping army was slaughtering thousands of troops.

The morale of the Qing army was already extremely low, and they were suddenly killed by the hundreds of Taiping cavalry. At this moment, the battalion was really in chaos.

Wang Fuchen and his troops rushed into the Qing army camp in a blink of an eye. Immediately, the knight threw the spear in his hand and smashed the soldiers to the ground. Agula was very unlucky. Although he moved quickly, he was still hit by a spear. The spear pierced his entire body from behind, and the horse bounced around ten feet before falling off the horse.

There were few obstacles in the Qing army camp, not even trenches, so the Taiping army rushed left and right in the camp, stirring tens of thousands of Qing troops into a pot of porridge. Below Aobai, no one thought of resistance, and everyone wanted to retreat.

"Don't be entangled, scatter them!"

Wang Fu shouted loudly, ordering his subordinates not to patronize killing people, but to keep the Qing army in chaos, so that they could not gather together. As long as the Qing army collapsed as a whole, they could free up their hands to harvest their lives.

Wang Fuchen was galloping on his horse, but his eyes were constantly searching. He was looking for Ao Bai. He wanted to kill the general and capture the flag, but there was no Ao Bai in sight except for the rushing Qing army.

In the south, there was another cry of killing, and more Taiping cavalry and infantry arrived. In front of them, there are Man Mongolian soldiers who are constantly retreating. Every Man Mongolian soldier looks extremely vulnerable on horseback.

The Qing army really lost the courage to resist. Many of these Mongolian soldiers who were sent out by Obai saw the golden banner by the pontoon of the Yizhen River and the thief on the white horse. The Man Meng soldiers who discovered that the thief was not dead were like a ghost. They quickly thought that they had been tricked, so they didn't stay for a moment.

The wooden figure roared forward, driving more Mongolian soldiers to roll forward and collapse. Under the horse's hooves, the living people who fell from the horse could not be stepped on, and the fallen soldiers of the Qing Dynasty were trampled to death.

Wang. Fuchen succeeded in the surprise attack, and became more and more proud. He wanted to collapse the entire Qing army, let them mix with each other, and let them crowd each other to fight for the way to escape to the north. When the infantry brigade came up, the chief merit was that of his king and assistant minister.

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Originally wanted to do more, but tomorrow will be a little troublesome, this chapter is also sloppy, mainly absent-minded.

The situation is roughly like this. In July of this year, because I went to buy salt, I found out that no matter whether it was a grocery store or a supermarket, all of them were selling halal real salt (Huai brand). At that time, I was very angry because my hometown It is Yancheng, Jiangsu Province, where the authentic Han people live. We Yancheng people have been eating Huai salt for thousands of years, but now we are forced to eat halal salt. The most ridiculous thing is that a shop owner whose husband and wife both believe in Christianity also strongly recommended halal salt to me, saying that this salt is good or something. At that time, I bluntly told him that you Christian is a speculator after all.

After returning home, the more I thought about it, the more injustice I became, so I reported to the provincial, municipal and county governments that the forced implementation of qingzhen salt in Han population areas seriously damaged the feelings of the Han people and violated the spirit of the Central Ethnic and Religious Work Conference. Calm down and feel that it is impossible to get the attention of the officials. Sure enough, it's been half a year and I haven't heard back.

However, on the 13th, when I went to Shanghai to participate in the online literature (history) seminar held by the Writers Association and China Literature, the salt bureau of this county suddenly called me and said that they wanted to have an interview with me. When I went back on the 18th, they told me to wait for me to come back. I thought this matter would not be written down, but I received a call from them again during dinner today, saying that they would come to my house to talk to me tomorrow, which made me very strange, I don't know why they must come to my house to talk to me~www.wuxiaspot.com~ What do I think, it seems inappropriate to come to my house to talk about things.

Well, let's talk about it, let's see what kind of demons they get, the Salt Administration Bureau, they still can't scare me. This is the end of it, find some information and take a look. If you put a big hat on me tomorrow and "theorize" with me, then we can't keep the gentlemanly demeanor like we met a clear-cut girl. Whether it's useful or not, let's talk about the head office. Not for anything else, just because we are Han Chinese.

My wife scolds me for meddling with my own business, trying to make trouble after I’m full, I think maybe it’s right, but some things seem to be small things, but they are actually big things. do it. Even if I am just a hanging silk, hanging silk is also a citizen, and a citizen has the freedom of speech, the right to speak, and an opinion on things. If you find that something goes against the central policy, you must reflect it, even if it is useless, because this is an attitude. If everyone doesn't do it, everyone points to others to do it, and points to others to get ahead. Wouldn't that be a repeat of the tragedy in the late Ming Dynasty? Everyone didn't resist, they all wanted others, and as a result, they became slaves for more than 200 years.

This halal salt is not a trivial matter. The contents contained in it are very large and terrifying. I don't want some things not to be mentioned when my generation can, so that my children and grandchildren will suffer in the future.

Well, that's all, I'll tell my readers about the specifics tomorrow. (To be continued.)