Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 758 The White Pole Soldier

Loyalty is a beautiful slogan. In peaceful times, I don’t know how many people can shout it more passionately than anyone else. But when the mountains and rivers are really lost, and when an inch of blood is really needed, the scholar-bureaucrats who used to speak beautiful words, the Donglin Party, don’t know how many people can say it. It's shrinking and disappearing without a trace, and there are people like Hou Fangyu who bow their knees and slaughter their former compatriots and brothers for the alien race, and are loyal to the imperial court regime.

But true loyalty still exists, and it exists here in Chongqing Mansion. Even if Jiannu swarmed and invaded, Sichuan and Huguang all fell, and the world has changed, there is still a place that still stubbornly flies the banner of Ming Dynasty.

Shizhu Xuanfu Division!
All the way from Xunyang, Wushan, two 10,000+ troops trekked for more than a month. Near the battlefield, they were welcomed like family members. In the narrow valley, tens of thousands of tents were planted like mushrooms after the rain. Among the piles of campfires, the hospitable Tujia people transported the same piles of mushrooms, wild vegetables, game and other mountain delicacies collected from the mountains to the supply camp. , not even a chance to postpone.

Among the stacked mountains of Chongqing, Song Qingshu held three sticks of incense with a stern face, bowed heavily towards a tomb, and finally inserted the incense squarely in front of the tombstone.

On the tombstone, there was a line of large characters written on iron paintings and silver hooks.

Doctor Guanglu Town of Shangzhu State, Sichuan Admiral, Han native officers and soldiers, Chinese Army Dudu Mansion, Zuo Dudu Prince Taibao Zhongzhenhou!

The tomb of General Qin Liangyu!

This is not only the home of a heroine, but also a family, the utter loyalty of the people to the Ming Empire!In the Battle of Bozhou, the traitor Yang Yinglong and the nearby Shengmiao rebels fell under the guns of the elite white soldiers. In the bloody battle in Hunhe, Qin Liangyu's brother Qin Bangping died on the spot. The elite white soldiers who had been fighting for a whole day were almost wiped out. But he also killed Jiannu to be terrified, since then he knew that I am not a nobody in Ming Dynasty!
What is even more tragic and heroic is that in the 15th year of Chongzhen, Qin Liangyu's only son Ma Xianglin guarded Xiangyang. Before the city was broken, he wrote a letter to his mother: My son vowed to live and die in Xiangyang, and I hope that adults will not worry about their safety!And Qin Liangyu's reply letter was only one sentence.

it is good!My son!
A mother even puts the safety of the country above her most precious son. One can imagine the loyalty of the white soldiers from this family and this land!

It's a pity that such a loyal woman still didn't see Wang Shibei setting the Central Plains Day in the end!Four years ago, Song Qingshu defeated Wu Sangui, but stopped in Huguang. Two years ago, with infinite regret to the south, Qin Liangyu let go and went west. In the end, he still failed to realize his dream of revitalizing Daming.

Although the chaotic times at the end of Ming Dynasty were tragic and cruel, there were still a large number of talented people. However, as the outstanding figures of this era, most of them were either driven by Song Qingshu, or they had already fallen. You can let him comment and point at will.But Qin Liangyu is definitely an exception. Everything she has done deserves Song Qingshu's greatest respect and memory.

"If grandma knew that the cabinet ministers came to offer incense in person today, and that the heavenly soldiers of the imperial court are coming roaring in to restore peace to Sichuan, even under the nine springs, she would smile!"

Standing aside, I have been watching Song Qingshu complete the worship ceremony. Ma Zongda couldn't help crying because of the stone pillar advocacy. place!Looking forward to this day for too long, the man in his thirties couldn't help but lower his head, sobbing violently.

But looking at his appearance, Song Qingshu couldn't help showing a look of shame on his face, and he didn't bother to urge him, just waited quietly for a few minutes, Shizhu chieftain just came again Resentfully wiped the traces of sweat and tears from his face, and clasped his fist at Song Qingshu sonorously.

"The supervisor is laughing, the last general, the last general..., the supervisor, please give me an order, we Shizhu men are still white-armed soldiers with a straight waist! Brothers have long been looking forward to fighting the Tartars again!"

Family enmity and national hatred are not talking about. Ma Zongda's thick eyebrows and bloody eyes, which are mixed with Han and Tujia dual blood, stare like copper bells.

However, to his astonishment, Song Qingshu shook his head in shame.

"It is not yet possible to attack Chongqing and recover Sichuan."

"why?"

In an instant, this descendant of General Fubo Ma Yuan's cheeks were almost swollen, his chest heaved violently, his eyes were red, almost dripping blood, waiting for Master Wang, looking forward to Master Wang, revenge for so many years The great cause is imminent, but hearing such words, it is estimated that it would be difficult for anyone to accept.

Clenching his fists and rattling, with unprecedented disappointment and resentment, Ma Zong looked at Song Qingshu in bewilderment, but after a while, reading the confidential military situation that Song Qingshu handed over, this man with the blood of a hunting nation, but But he couldn't help but fell silent, and after a while, he actually hit his chest heavily.

"Don't worry, the supervisor, the White Pole Army is the Sichuan Liangzhu of the imperial court. It is in the hands of grandmother and father, and it is also in the hands of the last general! Supervisor, just lead the army back! The thieves of Chongqing Mansion, the last general will resist, and will never fight!" Let them jump one step further east!"

"Before our army withdraws, we will leave all the equipment, supplies and food behind!"

Slapping Ma Zongda's shoulder heavily, Song Qingshu also nodded his head in awe-inspiring assurance.

"This is the last battle, and it won't be long before not only Bashu, but the entire Central Plains will return to Ming's embrace!"

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120 cannons were pointing at the city wall of Chongqing Prefecture. The shelling that had lasted for three days had caused the canine teeth of the city wall to collapse. Large sections of stone walls fell down, and the crenels were also damaged section by section. In two days, this important fortress guarding eastern Sichuan was about to fall into the hands of the Ming army, and the last checkpoint behind Diaoyu City could not stop the devastating cannon attack.

But at this juncture, the Ming army withdrew.

On the battlefield, a large-scale handover of the defense line was underway under the amazed gaze of the Qing army at the head of the city. The black armored formation of the Ming army disappeared like a tide, and was replaced by Tujia white soldiers in homespun clothes and holding ash spears. , The old and the young are uneven, the old is over sixty years old, and the young are only fourteen or fifty-six.

"Marshal, can you leave the cannons and guns to them?"

Looking at this military uniform, it is a bit like the peasant army that I have encountered before. With a rough voice, Liu Zongmin asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, there are no less than [-] cannons in Yingtian's warehouse, and your cannons are indispensable!"

He was also tidying up the paperwork, but Song Qingshu responded easily. Hearing these words, Liu Zongmin's square face flattened again, and he spread his hands sadly.

"Marshal, that's not the meaning of the last general. I mean, if these guys lose all the gunpowder for the cannon, wouldn't it be difficult to fight Liu Tichun? And in the future, when our army makes a comeback, we will encounter a hard nail!"

Finally, he stopped cleaning up and put the copy aside. Song Qingshu suddenly put his hand heavily on Liu Zongmin's shoulder, turned his head to look into his eyes, and shook his head very seriously.

"Old Liu, isn't that how we got here?"

"I trust them!"

The Ming army was well-trained, and it only took half a day to retreat. In the afternoon, the Tujia white army with [-] stone pillars had completely taken over the position. Brand-new firecrackers and shiny cannons put these people under siege. The tough fighters who have been together for almost ten years can't put it down.

Holding a musket with a bayonet, Ma Zongda squinted his eyes and aimed forward. With a bang, the can standing on the muzzle was split into two. Qin Liangyu's grandson, Qin Dingchuan, was also hugging him excitedly. More than a dozen cans came in hastily.

"Brother, this superintendent is really kind. He left us a hundred thousand shi of grain, which piled up into a hill with nothing but canned meat. There is also 60 taels of military pay, which can let the brothers loosen their belts that have been loosened for several years. Yes, I have given orders to go down, everyone is ready to retreat to the stone pillar with food and cannons!"

"retreat?"

Suddenly throwing the gun on the table, Ma Zongda glared at him with scarlet bull eyes.

"Have you forgotten the legacy left by my grandmother? The Qin and Ma families, those who do not return to Sichuan, will not be able to enter the ancestral grave! Now that Jiannu is in front of you, how can you say retreat? After a hundred years, how can you have the face to see your grandmother? And the ancestors and ancestors?"

"But, brother, the officers and soldiers have retreated, let us go up by ourselves?"

"We are the official army! And the supervisor is not fleeing cowardly. He is going to fight the next battle to restore Daming. We are not lucky. We cannot participate in this battle in person, but we must not shrink like a turtle, Dingjiang, and pass on orders." , Let the brothers let go of their stomachs and eat, quickly familiarize themselves with the muskets and cannons, and tomorrow morning, we will continue to attack the city!"

Qin Dingjiang was also a hot-blooded man, he immediately threw away those cans and walked out with a military salute.

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The white poles in their hands were replaced with bayonets, and the [-] former white pole soldiers lined up chaotically and regularly in front of the Chongqing Mansion. In the mist that filled the mountain city, they looked forward gloomyly like a group of warriors from the underworld.Sitting straddling a cannon, holding the revolver given by Song Qingshu in his right hand and the handle of the waist knife in his left hand, watching the soldiers of the stone pillars, Ma Zongda suddenly pointed the revolver at the Chongqing Mansion dormant behind the mist like a giant beast. , shouting loudly.

"Brothers, where is the front?"

"Chuandong!"

"What is our white pole army going to do?"

"Fuchuan!"

"Then what the hell is I doing in a daze?"

The voice rose in vain, and Ma Zongda's revolver rang three times in succession, just like a signal, a hundred gates marched together, and on the top of the wall, they were shaken down like the watching Qing Army's Eight Banners garrison unloading dumplings, crying for their father and mother Dodging in all directions, without waiting for the artillery fire to stop, each of the short but high-moralized white elite soldiers rushed towards the thick city wall with scarlet eyes, as if they didn't know death at all.

The third generation of the Qin family, Qin Dingjiang rushed to the forefront.

Even after several years of frustration and silence, the white soldiers are still singing generously. The white soldiers on the banks of the Hunhe River are still the white soldiers in Xiangyang City, who will carry the military flag and never die. The soldiers are still Qin Liangyu's invincible white soldiers.

The soul of Sichuan army, immortal!
(End of this chapter)