"Mom, are there Manchurian soldiers above?"

Downstairs of the North Gate, a seven or eight-year-old child was a little uneasy and curiously looked up at the Manchu soldiers who were hanging and turning around from time to time.

Mother nodded.

The child was even more surprised: "Why did the Manchu soldiers ask people to hang them on them? Didn't my aunt say that the Manchu soldiers are very powerful, and one can beat us one hundred Han people?"

"this"

My mother didn't know what was going on. In the morning, these Manchu soldiers were still riding horses in the city, but in the afternoon they turned out to be like this.

Just as he was thinking about how to talk to his son, the crowd suddenly exclaimed, and a Manchu soldier fell down from the city wall and fell heavily two or three feet in front of the mother and son.

Flesh and bloody, motionless.

On the city wall, the original position where the Manchu soldiers were hung was empty, and there was only a rope tied with a leather braid fluttering in the wind.

After the crowd exclaimed, they were silent in an instant.

A man's voice came out.

"You Jinan people who survived should still remember what happened in Jinan six years ago?"

Lu Si walked to the Han soldier with a scalp that was not as hard as his braids, but did not look at the unlucky Han army, but looked around the Jinan people in front of him.

"If it weren't for Manchus back then, the city would have been very lively and prosperous, and it would not be like the ruins now."

Lu Si sighed lightly, walked to an old woman, and asked in a harmonious voice: "Old man, tell me, do you have any relatives who died at the hands of Manchurians?"

The old woman hesitated for a while, her eyes turned red and she nodded.

"Where are you?"

Lu Si handed his handkerchief to the old woman, held her hand and looked at the Jinan people next to him.

There was no answer, but some were sobbing.

The mother held her son's hand sorely. Six years ago, her husband was driven away by Manchus and jumped off the city wall.

It's right here in this North Gate Tower.

There were more than 3,000 Jinan people forced to fall from the wall to die.

"Thirteen thousand people, six years ago, died under the butcher knife of the Manchus in Jinan City! They had old men, children, men and women, scholars, pot makers, tailors, and friends who did something wrong. Should they die?"

Lu Si's voice was loud.

"No, they did nothing wrong, they shouldn't die, but they died! From living people to cold corpses!

Six years have passed, and their flesh and blood have rotted. You don’t even know where they are buried. Even if you know, you don’t know which bone is your relative!”

More and more Jinan people are focusing on the North Gate Tower, and more and more Huai Army soldiers are also moving closer to this place. They want to listen to the voice of the governor.

"During the holidays, the only way for you to commemorate your loved ones is to draw a circle at your doorstep to burn some paper money, because your dead relatives do not have a grave, and you don't even have the chance to visit your loved ones!

Six years can dilute your thoughts on your loved ones and your hatred for your loved ones being killed, but can you really forget what happened six years ago?”

Lu Si shook his head.

"If there were no Manchus, these 130,000 people would not have died. The scholars at that time would probably be admitted to the juren, go to Beijing to get a Jinshi, be released as an official, and then be granted a wife and son, and enjoy all the wealth..."

"If there were no Manchus, the apprentice at that time should have been a master at this time. He should have started his own business by relying on his own skills, marry a wife, and then use the savings he saved to buy a piece of land, and his descendants will be full of children and grandchildren..."

"If the Manchus hadn't come, the dead children would have thought they would have grown up. The babies in the cradle would be several years old now. They would either write, read, or play with their friends in vain, pinch mud, and jump shuttlecocks."

"if…"

Lu Si's voice became lower and lower, and he looked at the north, as if he wanted to pierce the sky with his eyes.

Twenty years ago, if it weren't for Manchus, the 3.6 million people in Liaodong would still be alive, and every year during the festival, the people gathered together to go to the market and enjoyed their happiness;

Fourteen years ago, without Manchus, the 100,000 people in Zunhua City were still preparing rice, flour and pork for the New Year;

Ten years ago, if it weren't for Manchus, thousands of women and young girls in Chun County would still live happily with their husbands and fathers at home;

Eight years ago, tens of thousands of fellow villagers in Dingxing County

Six years ago, millions of fathers died in Shandong

Over the past twenty years, there have been tens of millions of people under the butcher knife in Manchu.

"For twenty years, there have been no Manchus, Shenyang, Tieling, Guangning, Jingai Fuxing states in Liaodong, Xuanfu, the capital, Guangping, Shunde, Daming, and the Dezhou, Laizhou, Qingzhou, and the millions of fellow villagers in Shandong, most of them are still alive.

But where are they? Where are they! When they die, they become bones, and they become namesake bones in the wilderness, and they become slaves to the Manchus!”

The grief and anger made Lu Si's eyes full of anger, and his chest kept rising and falling.

"You think that as long as you obey, the Manchus will not treat you like six years ago. I tell you, it's not because the Manchus have really improved, but because they want to turn all of us Chinese into their slaves! It's because the Manchus are eating other people's meat, and it's not your turn yet!"

"Maybe the braids have been very good to you these days, and those officials who claim to be the Qing Dynasty are kind and righteous to you, but let me tell you clearly here that as long as the Manchus are still there, you will be pigs and sheep to be slaughtered! There is only the difference between being slaughtered sooner or later, and there is no freedom not to be pigs and sheep."

"But even if it is a pig or sheep, you have to howl and struggle when you are killed! As long as the Manchus are there, there will always be people rebel, there will always be people resisting, there will always be people who don't want to be pig or sheep, and they want to be human!"

"There are always people who remember the hatred of their loved ones who died. Not everyone is born with cowardice and timidity and has no blood!"

"We must not be confused by the little mankind and righteousness of the Manchus. We are willing to be their obedient people and forget their true colors. We must resist!"

"Yes, you are weak, you are unarmed, you can't defeat the Manchus, but now I have me and our Huai Army!"

"The Manchus are not very scary. Look, those who are hanging are Manchus! They are no different from us. They will be frightened and afraid too!"

"Believe me, follow me, I will take you to resist and take you to avenge your relatives' bloody feud!"

"The moment when the Manchus arrive, I will always stand in front of you!"

Lu Si's voice gushed out like volcanic lava.

"I, Lu Wenzong, the governor of the Huai Army, led my Erlang into this Shandong territory. I only do one thing, that is, to prevent the people of this world from being slaughtered by the Manchus, and to let everyone have fields, food, clothes, and clothes, and not be insulted or robbed or killed. The elderly can be filial and young children can be favored."

"But as long as the Manchus are still there, as long as they are still on our land, they will definitely not want us to live such a life, because they need to eat our meat and drink our blood!"

"We must resist. We cannot turn the Manchus with our hands covered in blood into our masters, and let the Manchus who kill our loved ones become the masters of this China!"

"Remember, my name is Lu Wenzong!"

Lu Si's clenched fists suddenly stopped in the air.

His heart hurts so much, it hurts so much.

This world is not Lu Wenzong who is resisting, but many people are resisting.

But, it was defeated.

Yan Dianshi of Jiangyin City was defeated, Du Junmen who wanted to counterattack Huguang was defeated, Cangshui Gong in Zhoushan was defeated, King Li Jin in the southwest was defeated, King Yanping in Xiamen was also defeated, and Duke Lin in Kuidong was also defeated. We were defeated again and again, and the military and civilians who were united in their hearts and righteousness must not stop!

But we eventually lost.

In this defeat, the inheritance of the ancestors was cut off, and the hair given by the parents changed, nothing was gone, nothing was lost, nothing was destroyed, and everything was destroyed.

Civilization is gone;

Culture is gone;

Only words that have been tampered with over and over again are left.

Most of us have become walking corpses with flesh and blood, but soullessness. They either obey, or are willing to be accomplices of the Manchus, or even slander and suppress the heroes of us who are still insisting on not being pigs and dogs and rising up to resist.

Fortunately, we have Zou Rong, Qiu Jin, and Lin Juemin

Fortunately, we have the "Letter to Wife" that will cry every time we read it.

"I have never talked about you in my life, because I am not the one I am; but I am afraid that you will worry about me every day. I sacrificed a hundred deaths and refused to refuse, and made you worry, but I am not tolerated by what I love you, so I am afraid that those who have planned for you will not be able to finish it.

If you are lucky and I am not happy, why are you born in China today? If I am lucky, why are you born in China today? I can’t bear to take care of it alone.

Alas! There are still thousands of things that have not been completed, and you can simulate it. I can't see you now! You can't give up on me, have you always got me in your dream? I'm so sad."

These few of us, those who are not understood by most people, have always been persisting because their bones are engraved with the eight big words "Expel the Tartars and restore China".

Generations, engraved in it.

"It's here that the Manchus burned Lord Song Xuezhu, who led the people of Jinan to fight against the Manchus to the death, and killed Zhang Bingwen, the governor of Shandong who was wearing armor and swords, and fought to death with them!"

Lu Si pointed to the North Gate Tower in anger and pointed to the city gate tower with dozens of braided soldiers hanging.

"They burned the heroes who guarded Jinan City to death. Today we will burn their governor to death, making Jinan the first city in China's fight against Manchuria today!"

Lu Sida shouted: "Put the traitor as the governor Wang Aoyong for me!"

"yes!"

Niu Da and others rushed to the general, who had already collapsed, and Wang Aoyong carried the firewood pile.

"Go, spare your life!"

This iron-strong governor finally begged for mercy in fear, but it was too late.

"Today I will use this traitor to sacrifice to my thirteen thousand innocent lives and deaths in Jinan City!"

As Lu Si waved his gesture, several torches ignited the wood at the same time, and the pile of firewood poured with tinder oil immediately rose.

In the fire, Wang Aoyong shouted shrillly.
Chapter completed!