Hundreds of prisoners shook and put on the red army uniforms of the Taiping Army, and after wearing the Taiping Army's cloak-shaped military cap, they stood there at a loss, not knowing what the Taiping Army would do next. The prisoners who were still sitting naked on the ground trembling saw the vitality in it. They thought to themselves that since the Taiping Army asked them to change their clothes, they must have been to incorporate them, otherwise why bother to do this?

The Green Camp was full of Han soldiers, and they had no resistance to transforming from the Qing army into the Ming army. On the contrary, they were very happy. Because in their consciousness, whether they were the Ming army or the Qing army, they could rob and make money. They didn't care who was the emperor, nor did they kill Han compatriots or Manchu and Mongolian captives. What they cared about was whether they could continue to eat imperial grain and whether they could continue to make money. Some officers were even more thinking that they were officials in the Qing army. If the Taiping Army really wanted to recruit them, they would definitely have to rely on them to manage their troops, and they might be able to be promoted to the next level. Now the Ming Dynasty seems to be expected to revive, and then they can turn back to protect the Ming Dynasty, which may be a very cost-effective deal.

The Manchu and Mongolian soldiers were actually "stricken", but no one was resistant. They just wanted to live well. The moment these Manchu and Mongolian soldiers knelt on the ground and surrendered, they had already lost their glory. Now, all that is left is Gou Nian who begs for life.

"Follow me!"

A general flag walked to the team of dressed prisoners with a knife, shook the torches three times, and signaled the prisoners to follow him. The prisoners naturally did not dare to refuse and followed them obediently. No one dared to escape, because the Taiping Army with torches were everywhere in their sight, and the long flames extended from the woods to the canals several miles away. In the dark places without fire, the neighing of war horses can be heard from time to time. Occasionally, cavalry holding torches passed by, and black shadows standing on horses could be seen.

After the dressed prisoners were taken away, the remaining prisoners continued to change their clothes in a team of hundreds of people, and were immediately taken away after they were replaced. In this way, 2,000 prisoners soon came to the canal wearing the red uniforms of the Taiping Army. By the canal, thousands of Taiping cavalry stood by the river with torches, and about 3,000 infantry holding muskets and spears were waiting for the battle.

When the last team of disguised prisoners walked to the river, they found that the prisoners in front were sitting on the ground in groups, with about 500 people in a square formation. There was a Taiping Army monitoring each square formation. There was a Taiping Army holding a long bamboo pole standing there in front of each square formation, but they didn't know what they were doing.

"sit down!"

The Manchu-Zhuling Carmu, the Han and Mongolian soldiers in the same team, sat on the ground together. He quietly looked up and looked around, confirming that it was five or six miles away from the mouth of the Bianjia River. During the day, they were pursuing the escaped Taiping Army and lured into the forest.

More than 4,000 prisoners were divided into eight square formations, and no one dared to make a sound. The Taiping Army, who was guarding them, did not make a sound. The atmosphere was very depressing. From time to time, ships rowed by the canal. The sound of paddlings and paddlings reached the prisoners' ears rhythmically. The temperature was very low, and the prisoners near the canal could see that the water under the river bank had frozen.

The military uniforms sent to the prisoners by the Taiping Army were thin summer clothes, which made the prisoners' bodies cold and all trembled with cold. But soon, the prisoners would feel the warmth. The hot warmth

On the front line that lasts more than ten miles around the Bianjia River mouth, countless fires dotted in the dark curtain like stars.

A war is about to break out, and this is a war that does not change from human intentions to transfer. Neither side has a way out.

At the hour of Hai, Zhou Shi told him that he would attack with great force, and ordered all troops to take over the Bianjiahekou before dawn tomorrow, and at all costs. He personally came to the first station to supervise the battle.

With a "swoosh", a rocket of the Sky Dragon that the Han people often fired during the Chinese New Year rose into the air with a scream.

Amid the "swoosh swish swish swish", the Qing army in the mouth of the Bianjia River looked at the Taiping army surrounding them with great flames.

After the flames, the god of death came.

With a "boom", an eight-pound iron ball flew towards the Bianjia River mouth in the night with a scream, and then the sound of deafening cannons resounded over the Bianjia River mouth. The Taiping Army attacked from four directions at the same time, continuously firing cannons and rockets into the town, and digging caves and explosions everywhere, destroying the obstacles set up by the Qing army around the town. The offensive was very fierce.

When the first signal of the Dragon Crawling sounded, a thousand-household Taiping Army guarding the prisoners on the river bank shouted: "Go forward!"

As soon as the words were finished, soldiers holding long bamboo poles in front of each square formation immediately came to the square formation with long bamboo poles. When the bamboo poles fell, the prisoners in front had to get up and walk forward, while the ones behind were waiting for the next group.

"Run, run!"

Under the threat of countless Taiping Army holding swords and spears, about 800 prisoners ran forward in panic. On both sides of the team were full of Taiping Army riding horses. Whoever had a slower pace, the knights immediately whipped it off.

At this time, fires were rising from the mouth of the Bianjia River in the distance, and cannons were heard. The prisoners knew that they were running towards the camp, and some people had realized that the Taiping Army was going to drive them to be cannon fodder. But no one dared to turn back and resist. They rushed forward numbly under the crowd. At this time, whether it was an official, a soldier, a Manchu and a Manchurian, or a fourth-class Han soldiers, they had only one identity, that is cannon fodder.

Carmu was also among the first batch of cannon fodders, surrounded by battalions and Mongolian soldiers he didn't know, so he couldn't even find a partner to speak. The only thing he could do was to walk forward with the constant urging sounds on both sides. He didn't want to be whipped half to death like the battalion soldiers just now.

When there was more than a mile away from the mouth of the Bianjia River, Carmu saw dozens of bonfires burning in front. Around the fire, teams of Taiping troops were looking nervously ahead with various weapons. Not far away, dozens of artillery were being set up there, and the gunners were happily firing into the town.

"Those who want to survive will take their weapons and rush forward. Those who dare to retreat will kill them!"

Zhu Qinglai, the deputy general of the first town who was organizing the attack, saw the captive cannon fodders being driven over, and immediately sent an order to distribute the weapons seized by the day to the prisoners, and then drove them to attack.

Countless swords and spears were either set up together or were randomly discarded on the ground. The captives subconsciously picked up weapons at the urging of the Taiping Army, and then ran forward unconsciously. Their nerves were already tense to the extreme, and the Taiping Army's constant urging and whipping made them unable to think and only know how to obey.

"If you want to survive, you will rush forward!"

A hundred households of the Taiping Army shouted with a sword. After hearing this, the prisoners responded and rushed forward with shouts.

By a bonfire not far away, Zhou Shixiang rode on Daqing and observed the Qing army in the Bianjia Town. Those prisoners who were being forced to be cannon fodder were unable to let him take a look from beginning to end.

The Qing army in the town saw countless Taiping troops wearing red uniforms coming to the town, and the cannons placed on the fort opened fire immediately. Iron balls fell among the charge group of prisoners, reaping lives at will.

The prisoners, who simply held weapons, no armor or shields, braved the artillery fire of the Qing army and the arrows shot from the towers from the town, attacked the trench with difficulty and tragic strength. The Qing army on the opposite side fought back frantically, and the trench was filled with corpses. Finally, the Qing soldiers collapsed and they turned around and ran back.

Carmu did not turn around, but instead squeezed the crowd that was running back, rushed to the trench and shouted to the Qing soldiers opposite: "Don't shoot arrows, I'm from Manzhou! Don't shoot arrows, I'm from Manzhou!"

This was the only chance in Carmu. As long as the opposite side stopped shooting arrows, he could cross the trench and return to the embrace of the Qing Dynasty, and no longer had to be tortured and oppressed by the Taiping Kou. He waved his hands desperately and shouted loudly, but then he had no reaction to his shouting. A sharp arrow shot into his chest. He leaned violently and fell heavily to the ground. Blood kept spraying out of his chest, but he couldn't find anything to block the wound. He held the arrow shaft on his chest tightly with both hands. He didn't understand why he was already shouting that he was from Manzhou, and why the damn Han people on the opposite side were still shooting him!

Behind the wooden fence of the Qing army not far away, a young green camp soldier excitedly waved the bow in his hand and shouted to the veterans who usually underestimated him: "See, I shot a thief to death, I shot a thief to death!"

The retreating prisoners soon discovered that going back was a more crazy nightmare than moving forward.

"go back!"

Teams of Taiping Army holding spears were storming forward step by step, and hundreds of corpses were undulating behind them. Each corpse had a distinct characteristic, all of which were pierced through the chest and abdomen by the spear. The captives retreated in horror, and no one had the courage to rush forward to fight the Taiping Army who wanted them to die.

In the face of the death threat of the Taiping Army, the prisoners had to turn around again. Their existence was to consume the Qing army's arrows and cannons.

When the first group of prisoners were exhausted and exhausted, a long bamboo pole fell down by the canal. This time, more than a thousand prisoners were charged with cannon fodder. No one told them that the group of people in front of them were killed or injured, and even they themselves knew that the chance of survival was very slim. But no matter how slim, there was a chance of survival. Even if nine out of ten people died, wouldn’t all be alive? Perhaps, the person who survived in the end was me.

Every prisoner thought so. In the end, more than 4,000 prisoners piled up corpses in front of the Qing army camp at the mouth of the Bianjiahekou. They were still effective. The Qing army's trenches were filled, the wooden fences on the front line were overthrown, and even more than a dozen towers were pushed down.

With a loud "bang", the fifth town attacking from the east successfully blew up the Qing army's fortress, rushed into the town, and began to contact the Qing soldiers with the short sword.
Chapter completed!