Li Yunquan launched the charge for the third time. The first team followed the assault route and quickly crossed two streets. After several attacks, the defenders had retreated to a bunker. The four teams plunged back into the army position like four sharp knives.
The firepower of four artillery pieces tightly covered the returning army position.
The returning army's counterattack became more and more powerful. There was only one trench in front of the bunker, and at this time, the captain Gu Xin had jumped into the trench. In this trench of more than 100 meters, there were more than ten corpses lying in staggered directions. The oil gourd of the third team
A prisoner was caught in a collapsed hiding place. His nose was sliced off, exposing his white bones, and blood foam spattered in all directions as he breathed.
"Damn it!" Youhuulu disliked the ugly appearance of the prisoner, so he pulled the trigger and solved the trouble with one shot.
The other soldiers seemed not to have seen this scene, and turned to look at the huge bunker in front of them. This was a big thing. Li Yunqing raised the telescope on his chest, observed it, and said: "Blow the trumpet, ask for support, we can't chew it."
it."
The bugler immediately blew the bugle, a short rhythmic melody, telling the commander behind him that there was a large group of returning troops here and asked for artillery reinforcements.[
Before the backup troops could arrive, a white flag was stretched out from the bunker and waved desperately in the air. Someone from the returning army shouted, "Brother Qing Army, our leader wants to negotiate. Don't shoot. I'm coming out."
Hearing the loud shouts of Huijun, Li Yun shouted: "Don't shoot, let him come out."
The Qing army shouted loudly, "Come out, we won't shoot!"
Soon a returning soldier walked out of the bunker holding a white flag and hunched over.
The buck-toothed returning army was escorted in front of Li Yunqing. Li Yunqing took off his helmet and said with a stern look, "Tell me, what do you want to talk about, leader?"
The buck-toothed soldier took a peek and immediately lowered his head and said: "Our leader is Zhang Daiyu. He wants to negotiate with your army and surrender on the battlefield in the name of uprising. We also have a bunker and can fight with more than a thousand soldiers."
"Thousands of people!" Li Yunquan originally wanted to refuse. If he lost the battle, he would start an uprising on the battlefield. How could it be so cheap? But when he heard that they were the marshal's troops returning to the army, he couldn't make the decision. He immediately asked the messenger to
Reporting the new situation to the rear commander, the battlefield calmed down for a while.
Soon the high command post received the information. Guo Baochang calmed down slightly and asked: "Chief Li, what do you think? Do you want to get back home easily?"
Li Guolou scratched his head and said: "It's a bit unjustifiable to count Zhang Daiyu as an uprising now, but I think this kind of person also has difficulties. If the war doesn't turn out like this, his subordinates won't listen to him. Everyone's leadership ability is different, you
Nor can we demand that our enemies are all heroes who stick to their word."
"Indeed, Zhang Daiyu is the marshal of the whole army. I can do a few jobs to show my magnanimity and count him as an uprising on the battlefield. You can go and accept it. Don't shoot anyone to death. All of them have to be searched." Guo Baochang thought.
We wanted to resolve the battle as soon as possible. We didn't want to waste time on such nonsense for a return army. Should we revolt or surrender? We agreed to the rebellion of Marshal Zhang Daiyu of the returning army on the battlefield.
Li Guolou was so suffocated in the command post that he was so happy that he grabbed a helmet and rushed out, shouting: "Yes! Don't worry, Commander Guo, I will come back alive."
"This kid looks like a monkey." Guo Baochang laughed wildly with his mouth wide open. Groups of returning troops surrendered on the battlefield. The war progressed extremely smoothly. As expected, Li Guolou had predicted that Ma Zhenghe, the commander-in-chief of returning troops, would not survive today.
Li Guolou led a team of Goshhars and quickly passed through a stone bridge. Sporadic cannons exploded not far away. Along the way were dilapidated buildings and houses with black smoke. Civilians were already putting out the fire. There were also continuous fires.
The transport team carried stretchers to transport the wounded and sick to the field hospital in the rear. The defeated and surrendered returning troops raised their hands and lined up in a dejected manner, and were escorted out of the city by Qing troops armed with guns.
Led by the messenger, Li Guolou quickly arrived at the front line and saw the commanders and soldiers of Li Ziying whom he was most familiar with.
"It's our Chief Li!"
"Chief Li is here!"
A soldier from the Li Ziying camp saw Li Guolou coming to the front line, and his eyes filled with excitement. There was no more exciting news than this. The soldiers had high morale and stood in front of Li Guolou with their chests and belly raised.
Li Guolou shook hands cordially with every soldier around him and said loudly: "Li Ziying soldiers are all good. Victory is at hand. The imperial court will not forget your contribution to the great cause of the reunification of the motherland. What will happen next?"
There will be a heavier burden for you to carry, and you will fight to the end for this glorious flag. Do you have the confidence?"
"Yes! Chief Li, please take a look at our performance." The soldier at the sixth post of Li Ziying replied with confidence.[
"Okay! I believe you can do it." Li Guolou put his hands on his hips and looked at each soldier with an expression of "I am the only one who respects me". He will not forget these people. His men should be better than those who surrendered.
Huizi has a better tomorrow, and there is no reason to give in to those duplicitous capitulationists.
"What are the casualties of the troops?" Li Guolou was most concerned about this situation. Although there were very few student soldiers in the Sixth Post, the civilian husband had become a member of Li Ziying. It was the elder husband who died, and he felt heartbroken.
"It was limited to 20 people, and there were no major casualties." Li Yunquan's ears were a little hard to hear due to the loud noise from the bombing, and he spoke very loudly.
The soldiers at the sixth post of Li Ziying did not participate in the night battle, so the casualty situation was still within the controllable range. Seeing the horror of the night battle, Li Guolou did not hug the enemy and die as a last resort. So he had to die early.
They arranged for the sixth post of Li Ziying to retreat last night, allowing more than a hundred soldiers of the sixth post of Li Ziying to have a good night's rest.
"That's good, Sentinel Li will take me to see the returned soldier who came to negotiate." Li Guolou patted Li Yunqing on the shoulder, and it was his relatives who wanted to help him gain face and make new achievements this time.
Li Guolou conveyed the instructions of Supreme Commander Guo Baochang to the buck-toothed returning army, and gave the returning army in the bunker half an hour to consider. After that, without waiting for Zhang Daiyu, more than 30 artillery pieces of the Qing army had been transferred and were ready at any time.
Bomb the returning army positions.
Li Guolou held a leather whip in his hand and pointed at the buck-toothed returning soldier, saying, "Good luck to you. Commander Guo is in a good mood today. Please tell Zhang Daiyu to come out quickly. My patience is limited."
"Thank you very much, Chief Li, for your generosity. I will go back and report the good news to Zhang Daiyu." After receiving a satisfactory reply, the buck-toothed soldier turned around and left, crawling out of the trench on his hands and feet. The surrounding positions were full of gun barrels, at least there were
Hundreds of guns were pointed at the buck-toothed soldier, and the feeling of surviving a disaster was something he would remember for the rest of his life.
"Grandma, it's easy for Zhang Daiyu. It's an uprising at this time, so who are we?" At some point, Hu Dagui approached Li Guolou, and commanders from several positions nearby gathered around. As long as the returning troops walked out of the bunker,
There would be no fighting here, and the Qing soldiers felt much more relaxed.
Li Guolou did not want to openly harm these surrendering factions, so he could only console him: "Hu Dagui, you can't think like this. End the battle quickly, and our army can save dozens of soldiers. Besides, Zhang Daiyu is also a sign, and he is better off alive than before.
A good death."
"I don't think so. It's enough for those of us who are authentic uprisings to support the scene." Hu Daguitian was so shameless that he even looked down on Zhang Daiyu, who was preparing to rebel.
Li Guolou laughed and said: "I am Han Xin's commander. The more the better. There are not too many heroes who know the current affairs. The imperial court regards you as meritorious officials, and we will share wealth and honor for a lifetime. Those kind of people are just merit dogs.
I can’t compare with you.”
"Yes, yes! We have made great contributions to the liberation of Dong Zhiyuan!" Several capitulationists were very satisfied with Li Guolou's metaphor and thought they had met Bole. In fact, in Li Guolou's mind, it is best for these capitulations to be together at once
In this battle, they were exhausted. This is the fate of the surrender faction Song Jiang.
The commanders of the Qing army in the trenches were sitting in the mud, smoking cigarettes, and talking nonsense. They were waiting for the final reply from the returning army. The war was like this, and there was no suspense anymore. This was a battle of mass annihilation, and the people were struggling to the death.
Returning to the army, even if they die in battle, it means nothing. The losers have no chance to write history. These returning soldiers who died will be reviled by the Chinese people forever.
"I'll tell you a joke, it's about God." Li Guolou said with a smile: "There once was an old woman who was very devout to God. One year, there was a flood where she lived, and she could only crawl
On the roof, a big wooden
The barrel floated to her side. The old woman looked at it and opened the barrel. She said, "I don't want the barrel. God will save me." A young man sat on a door panel and asked the old woman to
Come up too. She still said, 'No! Come up'
God will come to save me.' After a while, an old man rowed a boat and asked the old woman to get on the boat and leave the dangerous place. But the old woman still stubbornly said, 'No! I want God to save me.
.'Finally the water flooded the roof, and the old woman
A man drowned in the flood, and she saw God in heaven. The old woman blamed God and said angrily, 'God! I am so pious to you and worship you so much, why don't you come to save me?' You guys?
Guess what God said?”
Li Guolou bought a barrier and let these capitulationists who deserve to go to hell guess!
Suddenly, a horn sounded in the bunker, and a desolate and distant sound filled the battlefield. White flags were raised in the sky above the bunker, symbolizing that the returning troops who were not afraid of death had no fighting spirit and could only surrender. The largest army in Dongzhi County
The returning troops announced an uprising on the battlefield. The high flying white flag severely damaged the morale of those returning troops who were still stubbornly resisting.
A long line of returning soldiers raised their hands high and walked out of the fortress in fear. The losers were afraid that the Qing army would carry out a massacre. This was also a gamble. Zhang Daiyu actually made a bet at the last moment of his life, and won the bet. In an instant, he became a national
A righteous man will at least have an official hat.
The Qing army sneered at the returning troops who raised their hands in the uprising, and made bursts of boos. No one gave the insurrectionists the respect they deserved, and no one regarded the returning troops who raised their hands in surrender as patriots for the uprising. The Qing army commanders and soldiers looked after themselves.
They hugged each other and celebrated the victory of the Qing army.
The swarming soldiers of the Qing army, holding high the snow-capped lion flag, rushed into the enemy's fortress, and a strong fortress was easily captured. This was completely different from the situation at night. The returning troops had lost their fighting spirit and lost their personality.
After the test of ice and fire, the Qing army was proud of themselves and sad for their dead comrades. They were laughing, they were crying, they devoted their lives and shed blood on the battlefield for the country. The Qing Dynasty also had a proud moment, when it was reborn from blood. At this moment, it was
History remembers that the northwest has left too many graves of Qing soldiers, and the people will always remember Zuo Zongtang's great achievements.
Li Guolou held his head proudly, put his hands on his hips, and looked at the mountains and hills. He did not take Zhang Daiyu seriously. He praised Zhang Daiyu and others with a few formulaic words, and then dismissed these rebels. The Qing army escorted these national heroes of the uprising.
Leave the city and hand it over to deputy commander Xu Zhanbiao. He will not reward Zhang Daiyu even a single copper plate.[
Li Guolou stepped into the fortress like a victor and looked at the smoke-filled battlefield in the distance. Ma Zhenghe should have seen the white flag rising here.
The end of a hero, when it is cut off, it is the end of life and it is time to commit suicide. Tragic heroes will not even retain their bones. The Qing army likes to use their heads to claim credit. Ma Zhenghe's head will be sprinkled with quicklime and sent to the Jin Dynasty.
On the Jibao front line, let Ma Hualong see what the outcome will be if he resists the Celestial Empire?
Life is like a ghost, and death is like a ghost. Ma Zhenghe picked the right time to rebel in the next life. Let’s talk about the awakening of democracy and the choice of history!
Li Guolou ran down the fortress and got the latest news. Ma Zhenghe's head had been placed in front of the commander-in-chief Guo Baochang. If he had known today, why would he have done it in the first place? Li Guolou shook his head and sighed, agreeing that the emperor should be the king's father, it is also the choice of history, why not?
Why not? There was a weird smile on his face, and it seemed that he was thinking wrongly again.