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Part Three: Pagoda Chapter 0255 On the Road to Huangquan

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    The winter ocean, the white waves and the vast field of vision are refreshing and refreshing from a distance. Although there are no flocks of seabirds, there is a more peaceful beauty.

    However, this is naturally not a day suitable for fighting waves. The biting sea water can freeze people to death in just a cup of tea.  The Dahua soldiers who plunged into the cold water in groups soon felt the cruelty of the winter sea.

    The rumbling horseshoes behind them drove most of the soldiers into the sea. After just one round trip, there was no longer a living Dahua soldier on the beach.  The blood-red winding out of thousands of corpses turned the beach, which was still wet after the tide had just faded, into dark red.

    The Jianzhou cavalrymen who were slowing down their horses' hooves on the beach lowered their swords and guns, tilted their heads and looked coldly at the sea. At this time, the morning sun slowly rose. This was the first sunny day after many days of wind and snow, and it was still cold.  In the bright sunlight, the armor of the cavalrymen reflected the cold light, and the blood stained on the swords and guns in their hands and even on the horses' hooves stood out clearly in the sunlight.

    In the sea, desperate cries rose from the sky, and countless pairs of arms struggled in vain to stir up white flowers on the sea. People who were not familiar with water had begun to sink, and their hands as tight as hooks left only a ripple on the sea.  , even people who are familiar with water properties will never be able to swim a mile in this cold and biting sea water.  The mass burial at sea of ??more than 10,000 people, although there was no light or shadow of swords, was even more desolate and tragic than the sight of flesh and blood flying everywhere.  The beach was gradually filled with Tatar cavalry. They all looked at the tragic scene in the water silently. They didn't laugh or curse, and they didn't mean to reach out to rescue. They just stared coldly.

    One pair after another, the hands of the Chinese soldiers disappeared into the waves, and the loud cries, curses, and curses gradually weakened, until finally only the eternal humming of the tide was left. In the cold eyes of the Tatar cavalry,  There were only a few black spots left on the sea, where the best people in the water were making a death struggle.

    Finally, only one of the last few black spots is left.  A wave flashed past, and the black spot emerged from the sea tenaciously again. This was a young soldier. The broad-brimmed military hat with the characteristic of Dahua had long disappeared. But even after going through the test of siege, hunger and escape, this man of at least twenty emerged.  The young man's hairpin is still tied tightly and neatly at the roots, but his young face has turned a blue-grey color, and his arms are almost unable to wave. And on the green-gray face, a pair of young people reflect the black tide of Tatars on the beach.  The figure's eyes were burning with angry flames.  Struggling and using up his last bit of strength, the young man suddenly jumped half of his body out of the water, looked up to the sky and shouted: "You damn Tartars, grandpa, I'm waiting for you in the underworld", and then,  Like a falling boulder, the young man fell straight into the water and never rose again.

    There was silence on the beach, with only the sound of waves and the occasional neighing of horses. The Tatar soldiers still looked at the sea coldly, as if they did not see the sinking people and did not hear the last screams.  At this time, corpses were gradually floating on the sea, more and more, more and more. With the rise and fall of the waves, they gradually filled the bay, quietly, as if they were floating and sleeping in the sea.

    The melodious horn horn sounded, echoing from the north to the south like last night, one after another. Tens of thousands of Tatar cavalry still made no noise, turned their horses' heads, and drove away in all directions. Gradually, they gathered into rolling thunder. Soon,  On the originally crowded beach, only countless hoof prints and thousands of bloody corpses were left.

    The blood blends into the ocean tide and gradually gathers into strands, like winding and soft arms, penetrating into countless bodies sleeping in the sea, entangling and comforting them, telling the story of past friendships and nostalgia for life.

    In Songshan City, the East City Gate, which had been closed after the breakout team left the city, was never opened again. Even when they watched the Tatar cavalry chasing the lagging Dahua soldiers away, it remained tightly closed.  What no one noticed was that the west gate facing the direction of the Tatar camp quietly opened a gap after everyone's attention was focused on the east, and a man sneaked out of the city, heading west until he disappeared.  In the front camp of the Tatars.  When the sky showed white light, the sneaky figure quietly returned and entered the city silently.

    The sky was getting brighter. In the commander's camp in the center of the city, Hong Chengchou seemed to have never moved. He just sat there and meditated until dawn.  Opposite Hong Chengchou, Zhuo Bufan actually fell asleep in the Taishi chair, leaning on a soft silk satin pillow he found from nowhere, snoring slightly and sweetly.

    Disturbed by the bright light on the window lattice, Hong Chengchou woke up from his thoughts. He looked up and saw Zhuo Bufan, who was sleeping next to a flower that was still full of energy. He couldn't help but shook his head and smiled bitterly. This mighty general Zhuo Bufan is really extraordinary.  Sighing, Hong Chengchou's tired and distracted eyes showed a hint of determination. He stood up and stretched his muscles, making a sore joint sound.

    Zhuo Bufan¡¯s eyelids moved and he yawned and slowly woke up. Damn it, he didn¡¯t even know when he fell asleep. In his dream, he leaned against the soft body of a flower, just like he had been in a snow nest in recent days.generally.  It's just that the warmth and dryness here in Xuewozi are nowhere to be found. This sleep is so comfortable.

    Zhuo Bufan rubbed his eyes and saw Hong Chengchou in front of him. Zhuo Bufan perked up. It seemed that he didn't need to say anything more.

    At this time, outside the city, at the west gate, at the Manchu camp, the large piece of felt cloth on the red cannon had been removed, and the gunner had begun to clean the barrel of the cannon with the same wooden cloth plug. In front of the gun position, there was a huge black mass of Tatars.  There is a neat and dense square formation, and the triangular military flags of different colors are neat and orderly. Behind the artillery position, there are several cavalry lined up in columns. Among them, the cavalry with the yellow flag is in the center. The cavalry under the yellow flag alone is more than 10,000 cavalry.  many.

    The horns sounded, and thousands of people moved together. In front of the infantry phalanx, shield soldiers held up their heavy shields and walked toward the still-standing city wall amidst the sound of neat footsteps.  Behind them, the neat artillery formation was ready, and the torches in the hands of the gunners were already lit. However, until the infantry entered the arrow range, they still did not fire, as if they were waiting for something.  What's even more surprising is that Dahua's artillery at the top of Ximen City seems to have misfired.

    Finally, a gap opened in the thick and tightly closed city gate. Then, it opened quickly. Suddenly, Songshan City, which had been tightly defended and blocked the Qing army for more than a year, opened its arms to the Tatar army.

    In the city gate, a group of Chinese soldiers with white cloths on their arms quickly ran out and moved all the Juma stakes and other debris in front of the gate. At this time, the road leading to Songshan City was no longer blocked.

    A burst of cheers like a landslide and tsunami rose into the sky from the Tatar army. Behind the Tatar infantry, the cavalry under various army banners suddenly accelerated and rushed over, quickly surpassing the infantry and heading straight for the city gate.  Until the cavalry vanguard rushed into the city gate, on a slope behind, under a big yellow triangle fluttering, and on a wooden raft padded with thick fur, there was a Manchu man in his forties wearing a yellow robe.  He put down the peep show and breathed a sigh of relief, but then he started to cough violently.

    "You guys, please remember that we must capture Hong Chengchou alive and suppress Shengjing." The man finally stopped coughing and ordered with difficulty to a large group of officers of all colors who were bowing and waiting. Immediately, his expression was complicated.  He looked at Songshan City and said softly: "The matter here is over, let's go back to the capital."

    Immediately, the man leaned tiredly on the raised fur behind him and slowly closed his eyes.

    At this time, a general stepped out, bowed and asked respectfully: "My emperor's divine power is to annihilate the elites of Dahua. However, this Songshan City"

    The man did not open his eyes and was silent for a while, then finally said: "Tear it down."

    The fluttering triangular yellow flag gradually went north, followed by the yellow flag cavalry that never attacked.  The group bypassed Songshan City in a mighty manner and disappeared in the northeast.

    At this time, the Songshan City was filled with the sound of killing and the light of swords and blood.

    Led by the Dahua soldiers with white scarfs on their arms, the Tatar cavalry group that broke in first broke into groups and quickly broke into all directions of the inner city. Along the way, they only defeated the Dahua troops that blocked the road, without stopping, and faintly moving toward  The city center surrounded them.  Subsequently, a large number of Tatar infantry entered the city and began to follow the cavalry route to clear out the city. At this time, cries and screams rang out from all over the city.

    The Chinese army in the city fell into extreme panic. From the beginning of the Tatar siege, the commander-in-chief did not issue a military order. He did not hear the sound of artillery attacking and defending the city, but suddenly saw Tatar soldiers all over the city.  At this time, everyone was stunned and could no longer organize a decent resistance. Occasionally, individual teams rushed to join the fight, but they were rushed away by the sharp Tatar cavalry. The Tatar army led the way, and it turned out that it was Dahua.  Soldiers and horses.

    Some troops stationed in the city were just relying on their survival instinct to subconsciously prevent the enemy troops from attacking the commander's camp. However, in the commander's camp in the center of the city, a middle-aged general with a sword and two men walked out of the main room that had been closed for midnight.  There were two young sergeants dressed in personal guard uniforms, one of whom was quite small and handsome.

    Standing in the courtyard, Hong Chengchou held a sword in his hand and looked at the more than a hundred personal guards in front of him who were tensely deploying the final line of defense against the courtyard wall. Zhuo Bufan and Yi Zhihua, who had changed into Dahua military uniforms, were following behind him with bare hands.  Not far behind him, there were seven people wearing personal guard uniforms but holding strange weapons standing quietly. They were the seven Shenyin Camp masters who had been hiding nearby.

    Not long after, a lieutenant covered in blood rushed in. When he saw Hong Chengchou flying to his knees, he cried: "Sir, it's over. This bitch Xia Chengde has surrendered to the enemy. Lord Qiu died in the battle, Lord Wang and Lord Cao."  We were captured, all four gates were broken, and now, the Tatars are surrounding us, my lord!!¡±

    When Hong Chengchou heard this, the veins on his forehead flashed, and the sword in his hand trembled slightly. He glanced at the people who were all looking at him, and said word by word: "You should be a hero in life, and you will be a hero in death! Brothers, today, we are all here  Going to hell is not lonely at all!"
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