When Zhuoliktuta's cloth bag fired in the forest, he knew something was wrong. The fires surged into the sky from the woods, and the soldiers escaped from the forest, fled like headless flies, and then they knelt down one by one and begged for surrender.

In his sight, Zhuoliketu could not see the figures of Zhao Guohua, Zeng Zifeng and other green camp generals, nor their flags. He knew that the green camp was over. He had no fighting spirit, so he ordered to retreat, turned his head and rushed to the Bianjiahekou camp. Unexpectedly, about two miles northwest, a cavalry of the Taiping Army rushed towards him under the leadership of a white-robed yellow horse general.

Zhuoliktuta Bunang was shocked and unwilling to respond. Under the protection of his personal soldier Goshha, he fled towards the camp. King of Horse Harrier and the auxiliary minister led his troops to chase him. Zhuoliktuta Bunang whip and ran wildly like a big red horse under his squad.

On the water surface of the canal, a fleet suddenly drove from the south. The ship looked not big, similar to the merchant ships that had been walking on the canal all year round, but there were artillery on each ship. The Taiping Army set fire to the shore together, causing heavy casualties and injuries to the fleeing Mongolian soldiers. Zhuoliktutabunang finally escaped back to the Bianjiahekou camp, and the Taiping Army's naval and land cavalry surrounded the Bianjiahekou.

Looking at the Mongolian cavalry of Zhuoliktuta Bunang who fled back in a panic, Dirksuni panicked. He lost nearly 10,000 infantry and cavalry in this battle, and one-third of his troops were broken. The Bianjiahekou was surrounded by the Taiping Army again. He had to command the troops to defend the enemy while quickly seeking help from Oboi and other Qing troops in the north.

The Taiping Navy jumped across the Qing army camp along the canal and went straight to the north. When there was a floating bridge, it was destroyed, making it difficult for many Qing troops on both sides of the canal to reinforce the Bianjiahekou. After learning that the Bianjiahekou was surrounded, Obai immediately led more than 20,000 Manchu and Mongolian cavalry to rush to the Bianjiahekou to help.

Late at night, Bianjia Hekou Town was brightly lit and crowded, and there were figures running around everywhere. Hundreds of people who lived in the town were either killed by the Qing army or driven away. The huge town seemed like a large military camp.

Dirksuny ordered the reinforcement of the fortifications of the camp. As the supervisor, the Manchu and Mongolian Qing army held a torch and urged the Green Camp soldiers to work quickly. Under the supervision of the Manchu and Mongolian soldiers, these Green Camp soldiers worked very hard, digging trenches, strengthening fences, and setting up obstacles. The whole town was like a large construction site, with wooden fences erecting one by one, and many viewing buildings were built. Together, the viewing buildings were immediately filled with Manchu and Mongolian soldiers, everyone carrying bows and arrows, and they kept looking into the night in the distance. The deer fort was also dragged over and hit the ground heavily. The several deer forts were tied together with iron chains, so it was difficult for the Taiping Army cavalry to rush in.

Outside the town, a fire dragon was there. Under the firelight, the Taiping cavalry quietly dismounted and waited there. The Mongolian war horses that had been through the battlefield did not neigh, and were also quietly waiting by their masters.

The blind Li sat lazily on the ground, and hundreds of elite iron armored soldiers also sat on the ground. However, behind each iron armored soldier, there was an auxiliary soldier. The task of these auxiliary soldiers was to use the fastest speed to disguise the iron armor for these warriors when the Iron Man Guard launched an attack.

A large pot was supported by iron stands by each bonfire. The soup in the pot was boiling, making the air full of the aroma of meat.

Zhou Shixiang's banner of King Qi was erected on a high ground in the southeast of the town, with dozens of burning bonfires under it.

Zhou Shixiang rode on the horse. Although he was far apart, he seemed to be able to see everything in the Bian Family Town in the distance.

He was thinking about whether to attack.

The Qing army general Bianjiahekou was like a fortress. If it was attacked for a strong force, the Taiping Army would have great casualties. But if it only surrounded three parties and gave the Qing army a way out, a large number of Qing troops would inevitably flee north from the Bianjiahekou. It was obviously impossible to surround and not attack. The Qing army at the Bianjiahekou was like a nail. If they were not pulled out and went north, the Taiping Army would be trapped in the attack of the Qing army in the front and rear. Moreover, detailed information showed that in the Gaoqiao area not far from the Bianjiahekou, there were more than 20,000 Manchu and Mongolian Qing soldiers led by Oboi personally eyed it, so there were not much choice or time left for Zhou Shixiang. In the end, he decided to attack. No matter how many people died, he would pull out the Qing army at the Bianjiahekou and never let anyone go. Otherwise, next time, he would suffer greater casualties.

Dirksunny stood on the top of the tower and looked at the fire dragons of the Taiping Army in front of him. The mouth of the Bianjia River was a commercial area with heavy traffic on the canal twenty years ago, but now it is just an ordinary town. The stiff night wind blew on Dirksunny's face, with a cold stinging pain. In his sight, the canal was very busy. He knew that it was the Taiping Navy who was transporting the weapons used for siege from the ship. When the weapons were in place, it might be the time when the Taiping Army launched an attack.

Tong Guogang, Duo Bi, Ehe Ke and other generals stood downstairs, and their faces were not good-looking. If Oboi could not lead his troops in time, the scene that happened in Guazhou would likely be staged here again.

Several miles away, smoke was still coming out in the woods that were set on fire during the day. From time to time, Mars emerged, and from time to time, the burning branches were "bang". A gust of wind blew, and Mars fluttered in the woods like sparks. Blowing black smoke with Mars blew through, making the eyes flash like fireworks from afar.

There were corpses in the forest and outside the forest. The scorched corpses in the forest exuded the smell of meat and burnt smell, but no one could have appetite for the Qing army prisoners sitting on the ground dejectedly outside the forest. There were corpses everywhere, and even Qing soldiers who were not dead were struggling on the mud not far from the prisoners, but no one cared about him. He let him slowly lose consciousness and become numb in the cold weather until he died.

The captives were Green Camp soldiers, Manzhou soldiers, and Mongolian soldiers. After kneeling down and surrendering, they were not massacred by the Taiping Army, but were ordered to sit on the ground, with thick hemp ropes on their hands and legs. The Taiping Army surrounded by swords and spears, each pair of eyes reflected by the flames was so hideous, and they seemed to go up and chop with a big knife and stab with a spear at any time.

The captives did not know what their fate would be, and the Manchu and Mongolian soldiers were even more trembling. They were afraid that the Taiping Army would suddenly pick them out of the crowd, and then drove them down the river, or chop them down one by one in front of these green camps.

Fortunately, these did not happen. Zhisheng and the others had been here for more than two hours, and the Taiping Army did not take any action against them.

Until hundreds of Taiping troops picked up dozens of big baskets from the boat on the canal. The prisoners in front could see clearly that the big baskets were all clothes and red clothes.

Shang Keyuan picked up a military uniform from the basket and looked at it, then waved his hand. Hundreds of soldiers rushed into the group of prisoners with short swords, causing the prisoners to scream and a commotion, until they found out that these Taiping troops were not here to kill them, and the commotion calmed down.

"Look down!"

A Guangxi Wolf Soldier General Banner named Pan Mengzi grabbed the braid behind a Manzhou soldier's head, and then cut off the braid from the Manzhou soldier with a dagger. Pan Mengzi didn't care whether the dagger would cut the scalp of the Manzhou soldier, and only cut it away hard. As a result, when the braid fell to the ground, blood surged from the back of the Manzhou soldier's head, but a piece of skin that was as big as a palm was cut off.

With screams after screaming, one by one, one with scalp braids were cut off. The fire fell, and the blood-stained braids were as terrifying as a black snake. After another, the Qing soldiers with scalp were cut off their heads and screamed. Some soldiers wanted to touch the back of their heads, but they could not move because their hands and feet were tied. They could only feel that their necks were warm first, and then became cold and cold.

"Take off their clothes!"

Shang Keyuan ignored the tragic situation of the Qing soldiers in front of him and ordered the soldiers to take off all the clothes of the prisoners. Because the prisoners were tied up, it was difficult to take off their clothes. As a result, the soldiers who tried to save trouble directly cut the prisoners with a knife, cutting them while cutting them. The prisoners who were stripped naked were naked and covered with knife edges. Some people couldn't help but screamed in pain, but the Taiping Army cut them hard on him with a dagger. Seeing this, even if the people behind him felt pain, they gritted their teeth and dared not make any sounds.

More than 4,000 prisoners stripped naked and covered in blood were ordered to sit on the ground, enduring the cold wind, and there was no warmth on their bodies. The trembling sound of the "creaking" teeth could be heard from afar.

After about a stick of incense, Shang Keyuan waved his hand again. So the prisoners were dragged from the ground by a team of hundreds of people. After untiing the rope, they ordered them to take a piece of clothing from the basket and put it on their bodies.

Recommend the same work written by Nanming, "The Counterattack of the Scholar"

A scholar in Jiangnan in the late Ming Dynasty was framed and buried in prison. The bandits in Shaanxi ravaged the Central Plains, and the Qing Dynasty in Northeast China repeatedly entered the pass and robbed. The Ming Dynasty was already in a turmoil. Should we accept the rebellion and wait for the revenge, or should we fight for it and make a fight and break out our own counterattack path! Save yourself, save the Ming Dynasty, and save the Han people in the world!

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