The Qing army's counterattack comes as the sun rises!
In order to put out the uprising as soon as possible and minimize the impact, the Qing army mobilized almost all the forces that could be mobilized within the time limit.
Meishan, Yibin... A large number of Qing troops immediately gathered at the foot of Leshan City, including the most elite new troops:
Thirty-three mixed association sixty-six bids!
The Qing army, armed with new weapons and eyeing eagerly, has surrounded Leshan.
When Liu Hongkui's order was issued, the most brutal defense battle in the history of the Sichuan Revolutionary Party uprising began!
More than a thousand rebels had already put their life and death at risk. While desperately resisting the enemy's attack, they used their last strength to launch a final attack on the Leshan Arsenal!
Under the attack of the Qing army's new firearms, most of the insurrectionists who fought with primitive weapons fell one after another. Leshan was instantly enveloped in the thick smell of blood!
The rebels were dying in large numbers, but they were fearless and continued to defend the city!
Those dead rebels would never know that an officer named Wang Hengyue had tried his best to get everything he could for them, and the most terrifying shelling did not happen.
If the artillery team arrives, then the entire Leshan will become a hell on earth, and all the insurgents, innocent people, and "our own people" holding on to the arsenal will be drowned in the rumbling sound of the artillery.
Perhaps because he was not very reassured about Wang Hengyue, or perhaps in order to reward Wang Hengyue, Liu Hongkui did not let the first team participate in the attack, but only asked them to be on strict guard to prevent the rebels from escaping.
From this point of view, Wang Hengyue is still grateful to Liu Hongkui.
I don’t want to get the blood of the rebels on my hands...
The brothers in the first team were a little regretful. The rebels had become the prey in the urn. It was a pity that they could not catch up with such easy-to-capture achievements.
Wang Hengyue could not tell his brother that he would not want such credit now or in the future...
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Leshan.
Bullets roared in the air, and flames filled the city.
A dozen rebels were surrounded by a large group of Qing troops in a small room. One of them, a rebel soldier from the New Army, kept shooting with the gun in his hand.
He had to stop the enemy from approaching. Apart from himself, there were more than a dozen insurgents in the room who only had swords and spears.
The firepower of the Qing army was so fierce that the rebel soldiers tried to help their companions open a bloody path several times, but were pushed back every time by the Qing army.
Suddenly, the gunfire in the room stopped, and the rebels looked there anxiously.
"No more bullets." The rebel soldier shook his head in despair.
"What a fool, let's all die here today!" A big man laughed and stood up, holding a big knife tightly in his hand:
"Brothers, there is no way to survive. It belongs to a man. Let's fight out together. Eighteen years later we will be a good man again. Go ahead!"
The big man rushed out first, but then there was intensive shooting outside. The big man took two steps forward and fell down with bullet holes all over his body.
"Brothers, rush out, you will be a good man again after eighteen years!"
The people in the room rushed out one after another, knowing that there was death outside and knowing that there was no way to survive if they rushed out, they still rushed out without looking back!
Not for anything else, just to live vigorously and then die vigorously!
Many of them used to be a group of ordinary people: porters, vegetable sellers... They don't know anything about revolution. They only know that life is really unbearable. They only know that the leader gave an order.
I only know that if I can't survive, I will have to rebel. I only know that if my rebellion fails, I will definitely die.
That's all!
So every one of them died, and these people who were still alive and kicking fell into a pool of blood in an instant. The rebel soldiers watched helplessly, and just watched helplessly as their companions died in front of them.
Tears flowed from his eyes.
Why did so many people die? Why didn't they have reinforcements?
They had been fighting hard since the beginning of the uprising. They thought they could succeed, but they still failed.
He didn't want to die. This soldier didn't want to die at all.
How good is it to live? You can see the blue sky, you can see the white clouds, you can eat Bangbang chicken that makes people drool when they hear the name... Unfortunately, all of this will be gone soon.
Already......
With only a gun without bullets left in his hand, the soldier glanced outside and saw the enemy approaching cautiously.
The soldier sighed, wiped his tears, and then pulled out his bayonet.
But as soon as he pulled out the bayonet, his tears started flowing down again. He pointed the bayonet at his heart with trembling hands, but he couldn't do anything.
If you really can't make the move, committing suicide requires far more courage than ever before.
He scolded himself in his heart for being a coward, but no matter how much he scolded him, he just didn't have the courage to take action.
He looked around and saw the door. He walked over, closed the door, then stood behind the door, pointed the tip of the bayonet at his heart, and pressed the other head against the door.
Go away, and you will be able to leave this world in a while.
He just wanted to ask, why did every previous uprising fail one after another? Why did so many people sacrifice fearlessly, but couldn't win even one victory?
Unfortunately, he never knew the answer.
The door was kicked open hard, and then the bayonet plunged deeply into his heart...
The soldier fell softly, and he completed the last feat in his life with the help of the enemy's hands!
No one knew his surname, his name, or how old he was. In the eyes of the rebels, he was a martyr, but in the eyes of the Qing army, he was a rebel.
Just like those comrades who died one after another, in a few years, when people celebrate their victory, they will be forgotten by everyone.
Victory never belongs to the dead.
Not many people will remember that victory is obtained by failure again and again, and success is obtained by ignoring the blood of people with lofty ideals.
Victory belongs only to those who are still alive in the end!
At most, many years later, a monument will be erected here, with the number of tombs of the martyrs of the Leshan Uprising written on it. Even their names, future generations will not bother to ask.
At most, on the anniversary of the uprising, one would go to the monument to pay homage, and then turn around and forget that many, many people who sacrificed their lives for victory are buried here.
At most, when winning, a certain victorious leader will take a few seconds with a heavy heart and say in brief words that an uprising happened here, and then the victors will smile.