Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 178 Bloodbath

There is no good banquet in this year, but Hong Chengchou often hosts banquets for the leaders of the peasant army who have taken refuge, and then kills them at the banquet. Wang Zuohang on the other side of the river died like this in the history books that Song Qingshu read. Later, Sun Chuanting held a banquet to kill He Renlong, and Li Zicheng held a banquet to kill Cao Cao and Luo Rucai. Luo Rucai did not dare to come, so he killed Ge Liyan and He Yilong. Zhang Pu, the leader of Fushe, is said to have also attended the banquet held by Zhou Yanru, a senior scholar of the first auxiliary university. He was poisoned in the hospital, and this person who was able to interfere with the court's wind, rain, and lightning died at home for unknown reasons.

At such a juncture, Wang Zuogua, the leader of the peasant army who killed the same surrender, suddenly came to entertain him with a group of officers and soldiers. If Song Qingshu was less sensitive, he would have died long ago.

The only advantage of Zhao'an in the past two months is that there is a stable base, and the number of ordnance has doubled. The number of revolvers has increased to more than 100, and each person has six hanging on his waist. Song Qingshu predicted in advance that the officers and soldiers would attack, and he was prepared The officers under his command relied on the chopping board, and in a short period of time, a frightening density of firepower broke out in the tent.

In the era of cold weapons, the feudal army usually collapsed after one-tenth of the casualties. It fought against the Mongolian tribes all the year round. The frontier army was considered elite. If so, it was shot at close range by 36 rounds per person, almost 400 rounds of lead bullets, on the spot Three or forty people died, and the remaining ten or so elite frontier soldiers still screamed that there was something wrong, and fled out in a f*cking mess.

But the outside world is not peaceful. Knowing that the trend of hot weapons will eventually surpass cold weapons, Song Qingshu replaced all his cronies with flintlock guns that are much more advanced than the army, and used Japanese cast iron casting technology. It is not the time-consuming and labor-intensive technology of rolling the wrought iron barrel and drilling in the middle. Although it is not as light as the Ming army's guns, the advantage is that the casting is fast.

The six hundred firecrackers were shot in three sections, and the long gun bullets, which were far more powerful than the six-round short guns, pierced into human flesh like blood-sucking leeches. The Ming army inside the tent fled in despair, and the Ming army outside also collapsed.

The cavalry cavalry and Monk Zhao and Wang Biao who had been hiding in the woods were the last blow to this attack on the Ming army. They had already heard the passionate soldiers chasing and killing the dejected frontier soldiers. , not one of them was spared!
More than 150 people attacked the Ming army. In just ten minutes, only about forty of them survived. They were carried back triumphantly by Monk Zhao's soldiers, threw them on the ground, and kowtowed like garlic. Forgive me, sir, there is no arrogance like showing off your might when you come here.

At this time, Li Zichong also lost the viciousness composed of resentment and pleasure. He collapsed on the ground and shivered, unable to utter a word, but Ma Er was really fateful. During the fierce battle in the tent, Song Qingshu three All the guns were aimed at him, and now there were three big holes in his chest, but he was still alive, his broken lung was panting like a bellows, and he also collapsed on the ground, with pus and blood gushing out of his mouth, but he was still alive. Staring at Song Qingshu fiercely like a dying wolf.

At this time, he felt a little pity for the two of them. After all, his whole family fell into his hands. With a sigh, Song Qingshu walked over from the door of the tent that was already riddled with holes, and looked at the two of them helplessly. Said: "If it wasn't for the repeated stabbing by the Li family of Longhu, I would still be in Funiu Mountain! If it weren't for your brothers from the Ma family not giving me a way to survive, I wouldn't be the one to kill you. Be a good person in the next life." !"

Saying that, he stretched out his hand to the dying Ma Er, wanting to give him a shot of mercy.

Wow, he spit out a mouthful of blood, this Ma Er was about to die, and he even laughed arrogantly, his hoarse voice, which was almost like a broken gong, still carried that kind of resentment, pointing at Song Qingshu viciously and laughing wildly.

"Fool Song, don't think you fucking won, ahem, ahem, to tell you the truth, even without the two of us to falsely pass on military orders, he, Du Wenhuan, would have wanted to kill you a long time ago, haha, at this moment, your mountain top is estimated Du Wenhuan has already been burned to nothing, just wait for you to go back and seek death!"

After finishing the difficult sentence, another mouthful of blood spit out, that Ma Er seemed to be more happy, and laughed wildly with his head raised.

"Kill me! I'm waiting for you below!"

bang bang

Two sharp shots landed on Ma Er's chest again, but it was still not fatal. The collapsed lungs were completely useless, and blood and mucus rushed up from the respiratory tract. While pouring out these things, he stretched out his hand to Song Qingshu in pain, but this time, Song Qingshu didn't care about him anymore.

It's really a thousand calculations, Hong Chengchou needs to rely on him, but he forgets that Du Wenhuan is not the actual executor.Holding the gun, Song Qingshu staggered back several steps in a row, his face turned pale quickly, and he felt his ears buzzing, and Song Qingshu couldn't even raise his head for a while.

"Don't worry, my lord. We still have Xing garrison in our guard, and there are more than 3000 defenders. Your lord has worked hard. Du Wenhuan still wants to attack Wang Zuogua. He can't beat our guard!"

At this time, Wang Biao, who had surrendered later, came over and persuaded him. Song Qingshu raised his head and yelled loudly: "Assemble immediately! Go back to the guard!"

At this time, it can be regarded as life and death, and they did not hold back. Amid the crying of the Ming army prisoners, the cavalry rushed into the group of prisoners and slashed fiercely. , this end, the muskets were reloaded, and more than 600 infantry quickly lined up. Seeing this, Song Qingshu was once again angry, carrying the reloaded revolver, and rushed straight to Lizi.

There is no Li Wenjin dude, but it seems that the gene of the Li family's fear of death has been fully displayed in this generation. Seeing Song Qingshu rushing towards him with a murderous look, this guy has no consciousness at all, so scared that he cried and knelt down and begged for mercy. Unfortunately, Song Qingshu, who had already been filled with anger, had no compassion at all, and he was so angry that he pointed the gun at his forehead and was about to embrace the fire.

"Wait a minute, my lord!" Diandengzi actually intercepted him at this time, quickly grabbed Song Qingshu's hand, and persuaded him: "This person may still be useful, please save his dog's life first."

He glanced at Zhao Sheng suspiciously, seeing his sincerity, hesitated for a moment, Song Qingshu finally withdrew his gun, jumped on the horse and waved his hand.

"go!"

At this time, it was almost two or three o'clock in the afternoon. Although the sun was still viciously hanging in the western sky, the decline was particularly obvious. The tragedy that happened to Wang Zuohangbu on the other bank was repeated in Qingquanwei.

When Song Qingshu came back, the entire guardhouse was also shrouded in thick black smoke, and the two wooden gates were bombarded open. The corpses of Liu Baihu, who was guarding the gate, and dozens of people under his command lay messily on the ground, blood It had solidified and turned black on the ground.

His heart fell to the bottom all of a sudden, and he didn't care about the team anymore. Song Qingshu left his subordinates, whipped his horse and was about to rush into the stockade, Scarface grabbed him by the collar in a panic, The ears screamed desperately: "The officers and soldiers are still killing and looting in the stockade. If you lose the team, you will lose everything!"

Is it a veteran? Turning around, Scarface yelled at the guards who were also impetuous: "Everyone is worried about family members, and I am also worried! I am only a niece, without her, I am meaningless to live , but if everyone is scattered now, they can only be defeated by the officials one by one, and they can't even take revenge, let alone protect their families! Hold on tight, everyone!"

The extremely impetuous team calmed down a little amidst Scarface's roar, but those men in paper armor and Fan Yang Li had tears in their eyes, and a kind of black fire was burning fiercely.

Protect your family!revenge!
A total of more than a hundred infantrymen rushed forward in a skirmish line with flintlock guns. The cavalry also dismounted and advanced carefully in the formation, forcibly suppressing anxiety and anger, holding a knife in one hand and a revolver in the other. Song Qing wrote Walking in the formation with a gloomy look, his face became more and more gloomy as he walked forward.

It's not that Song Qingshu has never seen such miserable scenes. The scenes of starvation, illness and death in Chengcun Chengcun are everywhere. If the weak died unexpectedly, the corpses were superimposed, and the blood flowed like a river.

But even after going through all this, Song Qingshu's head is still buzzing at this moment, it's so miserable!

The back-shaped main street in the center was almost filled with corpses. The blood was so thick that it was almost hard to breathe. Every cave dwelling was kicked open. The guards and military households who were celebrating the festival were almost in an instant. On the head, and the inhumanity of these massacres is vividly displayed.

The female corpse whose clothes were stripped, the old man whose head was beheaded, and even the children who were a few years old were not spared. They were still alive in the morning, but now they showed all kinds of bloody and miserable appearances in front of them. The peasants in the army formation The army infantry staggered and almost fainted.

The street is not long, but every step is incomparably tormenting for the peasant army of over a thousand. After struggling for a few hundred meters, there was another terrified cry for help. The subordinates were in despair, but after hearing the woman's scream, hope poured into everyone's heart like a stream of clear spring.

Before Song Qingshu could give an order, the infantrymen in front had already ran over like crazy. At the corner, a young woman was running towards the street in fear with her child in her arms. Behind her was a grinning smile followed by several Ming soldiers covered in blood. Smiling and chasing.

Seeing her own black paper armor, the woman seemed relieved, but the last bit of strength was exhausted, her legs gave way, and she fell to the ground.

Seeing someone, several Ming soldiers were also dumbfounded. Before they came to kill them fiercely, a dozen Song Qingshu soldiers with tears in their eyes had already pulled the trigger viciously, and those beast Ming soldiers immediately fell to the ground in disorder.

Seeing Song Qingshu approaching tremblingly, the woman burst into tears and hugged his leg...

(End of this chapter)