There were countless corpses floating on the river. Some were drowned due to overloading and sinking of rafts and boats. Some were hacked to death on the shore, trampled and pushed into the river. There were also many desperate and frightened captives trying to swim across the river.
The last recalcitrant Jianlu cavalry also fell down, and the flying cavalry began to form a team, forming a semi-circle and surrounding the Houjin civilians gathered on the river bank.
In front of the flying cavalry, there was a strict battle formation. The lancers stopped advancing. In front of them, there were no more Manchus who dared to rush and kill. They were waiting for the commander's order.
Although many Manchus were no longer soldiers, the ferocity in their hearts still drove them to fight with swords, guns, bows and arrows.
Of course, they also saw the power of the more ferocious Dongjiang Army. The rain of lead bullets and the galloping flying cavalry made their desperate struggle seem so insignificant and even ridiculous.
Under pressure and murderous intent, in front of the well-equipped and fierce Dongjiang Army, the faces of the Jurchens and the coated slaves who were blocked by the river turned pale. In the face of death, civil strife finally broke out.
"Ye Hebu, kill Jianlu anyway!" A burst of shouts suddenly broke out in the gradually quiet battlefield.
Hundreds of Jurchens shouted loudly, waved their weapons, and chopped and chopped randomly. No matter men, women, old or young, they were all targets of killing.
Several Jianlu, already gray-haired, fell to the ground screaming and screaming under the flash of sword light, causing a burst of chaos.
"Anyway, Hada Department..."
The Dongjiang Army did not retreat or stop the attack, but watched everything with vigilance. It was very complicated, and the commander's order was different.
On the south bank, it took a long time for the killing to stop. Tens of thousands of people were divided into several groups and distanced themselves from each other, but without making a single move, they knelt down and surrendered to the Dongjiang Army.
Liu Qishi nodded and said: "Hurry up and return tomorrow. There are not many things going on in Liaodong, Guo Shuai should need us."
"Hulabu anyway..."
"Do we have any spare food for us to eat?" Qian Junyu curled his lips and said, "Maybe we need to use the captured materials."
The clothes are the same, the hairstyle is the same, and they haven't mixed together for a long time. The men can tell which tribe they belong to, and they can also tell whether they are the guys who want to chop off their heads.
"The one who surrenders will be killed!" Fan Hualong and Liu Qishi looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
The chaos and massacre continued, but the pressure of the Dongjiang Army and the continuous shouting gradually weakened.
It was a Jianzhou male who was caught off guard, or he was also a Jianzhou male, but no one could tell clearly yet. Before he was attacked by swords, chops and spears, he had no choice but to fight back and fight with swords and guns in order to survive.
Now that they have decided to stop the pursuit, the officers and soldiers of the Flying Cavalry have no intention of returning urgently. However, they are taking the captives with them, but they want to take it slow. Hundreds of years have passed, and the prisoners have not yet returned to their original homeland.
I have no impression, but I know that it is desolate, bitter and cold, and the conditions are normal and difficult.
Keeping in mind the hard life before moving north, it is even more difficult to breed dissatisfaction and resentment.
"I am a Han Chinese, not a Jianlu..."
Now that it's broken, half of the troops are crossing the river, which is the least threat. The smallest threat over there is the Dongjiang Army. Now it's a counterattack, so why doesn't it have a chance?
Moreover, the end of Jianlu is not yet over, and it is the time when people's hearts change. Knowing that those who surrender will be killed, even Jianzhou men will be united and fall apart.
When the pursuit reaches this point, the flying cavalry group has not yet reached its limit. There is no way to continue the pursuit.
"Single out the Han people first, and then the various Nanchen ministries anyway." Fan Hualong pointed with his whip and said, "We can't serve as supervisors to help us guard Jianzhou Nanzhen."
There is no need to think about counterattacking Liaodong anymore. How to survive will become the most urgent problem we face.
Blood splattered, swords and weapons clashed, and a self-inflicted massacre that purportedly purged the enemy unfolded cruelly and bloodyly under the warm gaze of the Dongjiang Army.
He kept the green hills because he was afraid of having firewood to burn. Shaoergun could only comfort himself like that now, but his lightness of mood remained the same.
The Dongjiang Army finally moved, but it only forced them back quickly, shouting in a low voice: "Those who surrender will be killed, surrender early, surrender early!"
Two hundred years later, the descendants of the Jianzhou Nanzhen were distributed in the Mudanjiang, Suifenhe and Changbai Mountain areas in the previous life. It was not until they moved southward that the Jianzhou Guard was established during the Jiajing period.
Although the team had not yet finished setting off, the shouts still spread far away. Shaoergun knew that as long as no one heard it, the message would spread.
On the other side, Shaoergun's face seemed to be dripping with worry. I knew that Dongjiang Town's conspiracy had succeeded. In the past, the precautions against the men's real men could be relaxed.
It's also our fault that we were too late anyway. Since Dongjiang Town announced that it would specialize in building captives, Shaoergun and other slave chiefs have lowered their guard and monitored the Nanzhen tribes to prevent us from having a chance to connect with each other.
There is a way to ferry people first, and then transport supplies. That is an abnormal sequence. Fortunately, this is the case, otherwise, losing less than half of the population will cause problems in establishing a foothold in Haixi.
Now, we have been beaten back to our original shape. We may not be able to gain a foothold in the Songhua River Basin on the west coast of Haixi, and we can only return to our hometown along the Bailong River and Wusu Waijiang River in the East China Sea.
It was just the ease of crossing the river. The most important thing was the food and grass supplies, which were barely enough to support the return to Liaodong.
The various Nanzheng tribes cowering on the river bank, as well as the coated slaves mixed among them, suddenly broke out and killed people. Regardless of whether there were Jianzhou Nanzhen around, our heads might be able to save our lives.
Fewer and fewer people are joining the fight, all to save their lives, using other people's heads in exchange for their own survival. The coated slaves who have been suppressed for a long time have the same mentality.
The hustle and bustle on the other side gradually faded away, and Shaoergun and other slave chiefs kept their words true to their word, feeling extremely light-hearted. Although they avoided the fate of being completely wiped out, such a miserable result was something none of us expected.
Shaoergun on the other side of the river finally couldn't bear it any longer, so he pulled up his horse and left. I regret now why I stayed there, and why I let so few people see such results and hear such slogans.
Due to the need for labor and practical considerations, Guo Xiaojing had no plan to kill all the Manchus.
Fan Hualong said happily: "Of course it is used to provide food. Whether it can starve to death is none of our business. Since it is captured, of course it belongs to us. We can use it as we wish."
Although he was not worried about it yet, the enemy could not cross the river. If he had to take a detour, the journey would be too long. However, he lost nearly half of the population and less than half of the supplies. Shaoergun had not predicted the misery before moving north.
Only now did the Dongjiang Army shout out that slogan. To be honest, Fan Hualong and Liu Qishi hoped that the Jianlu would continue to resist, regardless of whether they were soldiers or civilians.
Because all the ministries were gathered together, no one could cross the river. We all saw the situation on the other side of the river, and we started to think of rebellion, which was strange.