The Qing Dynasty is about to end

Chapter 119 As long as we have the Bull Demon King, our battle will be considered a success (Please subscribe and vote)
How can such a good head be broken into pieces?
Fucheng just happened to witness the skull of his beloved little Gosha shattered, and his face was splashed with brain and blood plasma. He reached out to touch it, and it was slippery and a little warm.

Although his brains were still warm, the little Gosha was already dead and there was no chance of saving him. He didn't even have time to scream before he fell off the horse's back twitching!

Fucheng was stunned by this scene. His mind went blank. Before he could figure out what was going on, he suddenly heard a series of screams.

"Oh my god, why is his neck broken?"

"Blood, blood, blood"

"Oh, oh, my arm!"

"Help, save me."

"There are gunmen, there are gunmen lying in ambush ahead!"

"Damn it, they are foreign rifles that use self-ignition, without a matchlock! And, they are sharpshooters, and there are quite a few of them."

"They must have fired at the torchlight!"

"Throw away the torch!"

Thousands of Taiping soldiers were still singing and the accompanying drums covered the sparse gunshots. In addition, Li Cuihua and her men were using flintlock rifles, which had no fireflies flickering in the dark night. Only the muzzle flames of the rifles were easily overlooked. So at the beginning, the Green Camp soldiers and Goshha had not reacted yet, and they were still foolishly holding torches in the dark as living targets.

However, the Green Camp troops in Gansu and Shaanxi were still quite alert. Soon someone saw sparks suddenly flashing in the darkness, and immediately thought of the legendary Western "self-igniting" guns!
This group of experienced soldiers were worthy of being the elite troops of Gansu and Shaanxi. They reacted extremely quickly when faced with danger. When they found many sharpshooters with foreign rifles ambushing in the darkness dozens of steps away, they immediately dropped the torches in their hands and stomped on them a few times, extinguishing all the enemies!

As soon as the torches went out, the Qing army's formation disappeared into darkness. Even though Li Cuihua's eyes had been "nursed" for many days, she could not see the target dozens of steps away.

But the little girl knew that this would happen, so she calmly put away her musket, stood up, turned around, and ran towards her own position illuminated by the light of torches and bonfires. The other sisters who had been lurking in the dark and fired a round of cold shots also retreated with their flintlocks like Li Cuihua.

Their first mission has been completed. Next, it is the turn of the brave men of the Taiping Army to take over, while they can disperse among the various formations and find high-value targets to snipe and kill on their own.

Li Cuihua ran very fast in the dark and soon arrived in front of a brigade-level formation of the Taiping Army who had just finished singing "A Man Should Be Self-reliant".

A strong man with broad shoulders and a big head and a horn helmet stood in front of the square formation. He held a red flag in his hand and looked very majestic. The strong man recognized Li Cuihua and was very excited. He smiled and greeted her, "Sister, how many Qing monsters did you kill today?"

Li Cuihua looked back and saw a man with a broad forehead, a protruding chin, a big and high nose, and a thick beard. It was Zhu Ba, her classmate in the lecturer class.

Li Cuihua held up two fingers and replied with a smile: "Brother Zhu Ba, I shot twice today, but I don't know if I killed anyone or not."

"He must have been killed, he must have been killed," Zhu Bamei said with a smile, "Our sister Cuihua is a sharpshooter!"

Li Cuihua was delighted by Zhu Bayi's praise and replied, "Ba Ge, you should also fight well and don't let your fellow apprentices laugh at you."

"Great!" Zhu Ba waved the red flag in his hand and shouted, "I, Zhu Ba, will lead the troops again today. It's really great!"

"dong dong dong"

At this moment, a dull drum sound suddenly rang out.

Zhu Ba stopped talking to Li Cuihua and pointed the red flag in his hand forward, shouting angrily: "Kill the Qing monsters, divide the land, and move forward!"

After drinking this, he held high the red flag and marched forward while singing passionately: "My pride laughs at the waves, and my blood is hotter than the red sun."

"Courage like iron, bones like steel"

The soldiers behind Zhu Ba also started singing "A Man Should Be Self-reliant". Thousands of soldiers marched forward while singing!

"Boom boom boom boom."

The four small cannons that had already been moved to both sides of the Taiping Army's front line also aimed at the place where the Qing Army's torches were extinguished, and roared again!

"Hold on! Hold on! Don't panic! Maintain your formation."

Fu Cheng, the general of Xi'an Town of the Qing Dynasty, almost shouted his throat out, but the moment his Green Camp soldiers dropped and stepped on the torches to extinguish them, he had already lost control of more than a thousand Green Camp soldiers under his command.

Almost all of his Green Camp soldiers from Gansu and Shaanxi were experienced soldiers who understood best "for whom and why they were fighting", so they would not give up their lives for a little more than one or two taels of silver a month.

Not to mention that they probably couldn't defeat the Taiping Army, which was full of morale and had more people, even if they could defeat the dark and blind, they wouldn't fight to the death. What was the point? They only had a few dollars, and the Qing Dynasty was not theirs, so why would they fight to the death? If they had to fight, the 1,000 or so Eight Banners soldiers should fight!
If it were daytime now, or if the torches had not been thrown away and extinguished, then Yin Lipei, a veteran general from the Green Camp of Gansu and Shaanxi, would lead the cavalry to supervise the battle and command the infantry to withstand the fierce attack of the Taiping Army.

But now it was pitch black. As long as they were far away, Lord Fu, Lord Yin, and the cavalry supervising the battle would not be able to see anything.
If you don't run now, your life will no longer be your own!

Just when a group of veteran soldiers from the Green Camp in Gansu and Shaanxi began to quietly escape under the cover of night, someone suddenly started yelling at the top of his voice.

"Oh no! The Bull Demon King is coming!

"Oh no, there really is a Bull Demon King over there with long hair."

"There really is a Bull Demon King!"

How can this clamor be tolerated?
Everyone originally wanted to escape quietly - after all, they still received a little over one or two taels of salary from the court every month, and if they kept silent and escaped quietly, they would be doing their duty to the emperor.

Now that the legendary "Bull Demon King" who was sent from heaven to help the Changmao conquer the world has arrived, it is justified for them to run fast.

So for a while, the battlefield was filled with shouts of "The Bull Demon King is coming!"

"How is it possible? How is it possible? How is it possible? This is the Gansu-Shaanxi Green Camp. This is the Gansu-Shaanxi Green Camp. How could they collapse without a fight?"

Fucheng's eyes were not night blind, so he could see clearly, where was the Bull Demon King on the battlefield? He was just making a fuss.

The 1,200 Gansu-Shaanxi Green Camp infantrymen under his command did not even come into contact with the thousand-man formation of the four long-haired bandits. Because of this "scream", they collapsed on their own in the night and fled everywhere like a group of headless flies.

What is this? Hearing the wrong news and running away?
But they are the Gansu-Shaanxi Green Camp! They are the second strongest force of the Qing Dynasty after the Sauron soldiers. Are they so vulnerable?

If the Green Camps in Gansu and Shaanxi are so incompetent, what kind of military force can the Qing Dynasty rely on?
Born into a family of Manchu generals, he grew up listening to stories about the Gansu-Shaanxi Green Camp and the elite troops of Solon conquering the world for the Qing Dynasty. He also fantasized that one day he would be able to lead the Gansu-Shaanxi Green Camp to fight the enemy and make contributions to the Qing Dynasty.

His dream was half fulfilled, and he really became the commander-in-chief of the Green Camp in Gansu and Shaanxi.

But this power seems to belong to the enemy!

When Fucheng thought of this, he was filled with despair and drew out his sword with a clang - this was a precious sword that had helped his ancestors fight against Wu Sangui, Galdan, the Jinchuan Empire and Zhang Geer.

Now the person this knife can kill is Fucheng himself.
Fu Cheng, feeling hopeless, sighed, tears streaming down his cheeks. He put the knife to his neck and was about to kill himself when his good friend Goshha suddenly grabbed his knife-holding hand and cried, "Sir, please don't be upset! If you die, what will I do?"

Another favorite of Fucheng, Goshha, also rode up and grabbed his blade tightly with his hands. Blood flowed out along the blood groove of the precious sword, but the man did not feel any pain at all, but just shouted: "Sir, you were ordered to lure the enemy out. Now the Bull Demon King has asked you to lure him out. You have completed the order of Lord Sheng. Why do you still want to die?

If you die, how can we slaves survive?"

"Bull Demon King? There is no Bull Demon King." Fucheng said this, but his hand that was tightly gripping the handle of the knife loosened, allowing Goshaha, whose hand was covered in blood, to take away his precious sword.

"Sir, the emperor believes that there is a Bull Demon King, so there must be one!" Goshha, a favorite of Fucheng, advised, "As long as there is the Bull Demon King, our battle will be considered a success!"

Is this meritorious?

Although Fucheng was a playboy since childhood, smoked foreign cigarettes, was addicted to gambling and homosexuality, and was a confused official, he still had some conscience. He dared not report his achievements after the battle had gone this far.

At this time, the deputy general of Tongguan Association, Yin Lipei, had already arrived at Fucheng with a group of Gansu and Shaanxi cavalry holding torches. Seeing that Fucheng was safe, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "My lord, please retreat quickly. I will lead the cavalry to cover your rear!"

Fucheng was moved by the old general's words and thought, "I have connections in the court, so I am not afraid of being dismissed. But this old man is pitiful. He spent a lot of money to recruit a deputy general. If he reports a great defeat, he will be dismissed."

Thinking of this, he said to Yin Lipei: "Don't worry, old general. We originally wanted to lure the Bull Demon King into the Huangdao Gate. Now the mission has been completed. Even if there are more casualties, as long as we can kill the Demon King, it will be a great achievement!"

After saying this, he left a stunned old man behind and rode his horse away from the battlefield.

General Yin's heart sank like a huge rock, thinking to himself: "Where is the Bull Demon King? It's clearly an excuse made by the treacherous minister Sai Shang'a after his defeat. Now the Taiping Rebellion is so fierce, the Green Camp and the Eight Banners are useless, and the Ming Dynasty is already in the same decline as after the Battle of Sarhu, but these people are still lying and still hiding their defeat. The Qing Dynasty is probably finished! And what should I do?"

Yin Lipei was stunned for a moment, but finally shook his head helplessly, drew his saber, pointed at a square formation of 1,000 Taiping troops that was advancing slowly in front of him, and shouted, "Boys, follow me and charge at him!"

"Follow General Yin. Charge at him!"

The Green Camp cavalrymen below seemed to be inspired by this veteran who led the charge and cheered: "Mighty old general!"

(End of this chapter)