After dawn, Shangyang Fort was in ruins. Except for the south city, the fire last night basically burned Shangyang Fort into ruins. What was floating in the air was either the choking smell of smoke or the disgusting smell of blood. 【】Everything you can see.
, there were burnt corpses everywhere, as well as the wounded who were still struggling and wailing.
There are no more mobs on the street, only groups of soldiers and bannermen who have gathered are running around hurriedly with swords in hand. Bannermen and people of all ethnic groups who have lost their homes and relatives are struggling after experiencing the violent storm last night.
, began their revenge, targeting Wu Ni and the Han people who had not yet escaped.
"Kill him, beat him to death!"
More than a dozen Daur young men who worked as clerks in a grain store took big sticks and beat out a Han citizen who had nowhere to escape and sneaked into the half-burned grain store in a panic. Then he beat him to death on the street.
Not far away from them, two flag men cruelly dragged a Han woman to a square stone, and then put her two feet down. One of them held down the Han woman's body with all her strength, while the other held her in a lewd manner.
Laughing, he raised his big knife and slashed hard at the woman's feet.
"ah!"
The huge pain made the Han woman scream heart-breakingly. She opened her eyes wide and looked at her feet in horror as the flag ding took them in his hands and played with them like treasures.
"Lord Du Tong has issued an order to massacre all the sinners of Wu Ni who have not escaped!"
Officers of the Qing army all over the city, big and small, received orders from Lord Dutong. Soon, the Qing army and the bannermen began to massacre in an organized manner, while Aha Pijia and those people of all ethnic groups who had lost relatives or suffered serious losses
They spontaneously searched the city for those Wu Ni and Han people who were hiding.
Blood debts must be repaid with blood! If Han dogs kill my people, I will kill all Han dogs too!
Hatred turned the bannermen and the people of all ethnic groups who had never killed anyone into angels of hell. Their ferocious faces formed a strong contrast with the pleading voices.
In Xicheng, hundreds of Qing soldiers surrounded the largest shantytown area where the Wu rebels lived. There were still more than a thousand Wu soldiers and their families who had not had time to leave the city. When the Qing soldiers surrounded this place, these Wu soldiers, women and children
Know what awaits them.
Some people are no longer afraid of death, some are numb, and some are trembling with fear. Most of them did not participate in last night's rebellion. They naively believed that as long as they stayed in the house and did not go out,
The government will definitely not pursue themselves. After all, although they are just slaves, they are also subjects of the Qing Dynasty. The emperor said that we are his subjects, we are his subjects, some timid Wu Jun men repeated this
Muttering the same sentence, he looked uneasily at the Qing soldiers who looked like wolves and tigers.
But the emperor of the Qing Dynasty had abandoned them. Perhaps, they had never been the people of the Qing Dynasty.
"Huang Xiaoliu, Qi Youguang, Qin Haogu, Dazhu!"
Dozens of Han Chinese looked like they were holding a roster and reading out their names one by one. Every time they read one name, a man was dragged out of the crowd, always accompanied by the sad begging for mercy from his wife or relatives. And those Han people were
I checked the box on the list and then looked on with an expression on my face, not a trace of sympathy or intolerance in sight.
This scene is all too familiar. When they were defeated and captured, the Qing army picked out their young men one by one and killed them in this way.
"No, no, please, please, let him go, let him go, he didn't rebel, he didn't kill anyone..."
"I am loyal to the emperor and the Qing Dynasty. I have not collaborated with those rebels. You can't kill good people, you can't."
The pleading only made the Qing soldiers more cruel. They ignored the cries of women, children and those involved, and dragged away the Han people whose names were called like pigs. Some who were bothered by this even swung their swords on the spot to kill the Han people who were crying fiercely.
hacked to death.
When dozens of people were dragged out, Asiha, the leader in charge of the West City, nodded coldly. Last night, he was frightened by the rebellious Wu Ni. He would definitely vent his anger in this meeting.
.
"Cut it down!"
At the command, dozens of heads fell down, and more than a hundred Han criminals waiting aside hurriedly snatched them away, dragging the corpses and heads.
Before the body was dragged away, those voices came again:
"Guo Tie, Wan Dacheng, Zhang Lu, Wang Tianlin!..."
In less than half an hour, all the men were killed, leaving only old people, women and children.
"kill!"
Asha showed no mercy and did not even spare the lives of those children who were only a few years old.
Swords and spears were brandished, leaving wounds after wounds on the bodies of unarmed women and children. The children who were learning to speak could no longer call "Mother", and the dying mothers would never hold their babies again.
Feed him a sip of milk
"Lord Zuoling, can you bury the bodies of these people?"
"Excuse me, sir."
On a hot day, these corpses should not be dragged out and buried, but there would be a plague. Asiha nodded slightly and signaled to Chen Menglei, who was behind him, to take people to collect the corpses.
Looking at the old and weak corpses of Wu Ni lying on the ground, Chen Menglei sighed softly and motioned to the Han people he brought who did not participate in the rebellion to drag the corpses outside the city.
Chen Menglei's heart ached because the whereabouts of his only son Chen Zhao were unknown. He did not know whether he was dead or alive. After dragging Wu Ni's corpses outside the city, he collapsed on the ground and looked at Wu Go.
The sky above the sky was silent.
Heavy rain fell, thunder and lightning struck, and strong winds raged across the land. As far as the eye could see, thousands of old, weak, women, and children huddled together in a pile, trembling in the biting cold wind, moaning, complaining, and sighing. The women shouted softly.
They cried sadly in the names of their men. The children huddled in their mother's arms, crying and crying, tearing the adults' hearts apart.
"Master Pan, Brother Wu, the rain is too heavy, we can hold it, but those women and children can't!"
"You have to hold on even if you can't. Changshou's people are less than ten miles away from us. As soon as the rain stops, they will definitely chase after us. Not only women and children, but also men will die!"
Pan Changqing did not expect that a good uprising would end up like this, leading thousands of old, weak, women and children to flee. Pan Changqing did not expect, and Wu Dakeng did not expect that, but they had no choice but to flee north, otherwise they would be killed by the Qing army.
Kill them all.
When he learned that Wu Da had not captured Chang Shou and was leading people to attack the Dongcheng barracks, Pan Changqing knew that the situation was over. The news brought back by the Ghost Head Sword made him decide to organize the women and children to escape from the city, because Shangyang Fort
Except for the west gate, the four city gates were captured, and the remaining three gates were controlled by the Qing army. The ghost-headed sword clearly saw the Qing army's fast horses galloping away from the city.
If Wu Da could capture the Dongcheng Barracks, things might turn around. However, as news of the unfavorable attack on Wu Da's side came, Pan Changqing could only make up his mind to withdraw immediately without delay, otherwise the Wanjiu troops would be destroyed at dawn.
The women and children of the Yunnan people have really become turtles in a jar.
There is definitely no way to go to the south. The only way to survive is to the north. A few days' walk north from Alchukha is the territory of the Rakshasa people. Pan Changqing has never seen the Rakshasa people. He only knows that they are heart-eating demons.
But he is also an enemy of the Tatars, and perhaps he can bring people to join them.