Han’s Son is Not a Slave

"Brothers, hold on, hold on!"

"You can't retreat, you mustn't retreat, and you have to stand up to the Tartars!"

"For your wives and children, for your parents, fight with Tartars, fight with Tartars!"

"There aren't many people in Tartar. Brothers, stand up. As soon as the sun rises, the reinforcements from Lord Qianhu will come to rescue us!"

"......"

Although Song Xianggong has been in the bandit den for so many years, he is still a talented person with no power to hold a chicken. Therefore, although he has a knife in his hand, he never rushed to the front and fought with the Qing soldiers from beginning to end. . However, he was not afraid, nor did he run away. Instead, he stood on a high platform that everyone could see. He kept swinging his sword and shouting at the Taiping army below who were desperately resisting, cheering them on and bringing them along. to hope.

The Qing army also found Song Xianggong on the high platform. There were flag soldiers shooting guns at the high platform, but they were far away, and the guns did not hit Song Xianggong. The latter also continued to stand up and command the battle after a short crouch. Seeing this, everyone in the rear camp was refreshed.

It has to be said that the existence of Duke Xiang of Song is like Dinghai Shenzhen. Although he did not personally go into battle and fight against the Qing soldiers, his existence is visible to everyone, and his voice is also audible to everyone. It is the biggest sedative for the young and old in the rear camp who have been in extreme panic and are unwilling to slaughter. Throughout the ages, the courage of a leader is the soul of an army and the courage of an army.

Will be here, soldiers are here!

"Brothers, fight with Tartar, fight with Tartar!"

"Kill the Tartars!"

More than 300 men from the Taiping Battalion gathered from all over the country desperately resisted the attack of the Qing army in front of them. Their bravery and sacrifices successfully blocked the advance of the Qing army, and they also won a chance for the rest of the Taiying army to breathe, and they also won a chance for those old and weak women and children who escaped from the back mountain.

Piedmont. The Qing army had already launched an attack on the mountain. When Zhao Sihai led his troops to defend, he still sent a team of 100 people to reinforce the mountain. The leader of the team was Zhao Hu, a bandit from Daqiao Mountain. At this moment, he was also injured in many places, but he still gritted his teeth and rushed towards the back mountain for reinforcements.

More than 200 women hid in the forest of steles, or climbed to the high steles, or hid in the dark, smashing stones at the Qing soldiers. The strength of the women is not very large, and the stones will not cause fatal injuries to the Qing soldiers, but the flying stones that hit them like dark arrows still cause great trouble to the Qing soldiers.

in chaos. The flag soldiers' fire guns could not play an advantage, and they could only use long swords to slash and kill like the battalion soldiers. In addition to being killed and injured by the Taiping army with a thunderbolt, more than 10 Qing soldiers were injured by the Taiping army who desperately resisted in the chaos.

However, as time passed, and as the Qing troops gradually concentrated, the numerical advantage of the Taiping army was gradually offset. After all, the weapons in their hands were no match for the Qing army, and their combat skills were not as good as those of these beasts who had been killing people for years.

More and more people fell, and the number of Taiping troops around Song Xianggong was less than 100, but Song Xianggong was included. They still did not retreat, but were nailed there. The men have no hope of surviving at this time. They only hope that their struggles can hold back these beasts for a while, and can persist until dawn.

Before dying, many people are thinking about the same question: when will the reinforcements from Lord Qianhu arrive. Can their wives and children survive until the reinforcements arrive?

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"Do your father's job, want the life of the young master, in the next life!"

Among the slaughtering crowd, a young man with a hatchet in his hand stood out in the crowd. This young man was Pan Mengzi, who was sent to the prison to wait to die because he accidentally injured his master's son. After he was exchanged from Deqing prison that day, he was young because of his young age. The body was too thin, so Zhou Shixiang did not let him stay in the ranks of the dead under Chen Mo, but sent him to the back camp to be placed by Duke Xiang of Song.

In the rear camp of the Taiping Army, Pan Mengzi had a full stomach for the first time, so he was willing to follow the Taiping Army with all his heart. On the way south of the camp, Pan Mengzi signed up as a security guard, not because he wanted to get ahead, but because he wanted to repay his gratitude. To repay the Taiping Army for his meal.

The wooden gun originally issued to Pan Mengzi was broken during the breakout battle a few days ago. He found this hatchet in the firewood room of Yutai Temple. It became sharper, and Pan Mengzi sharpened it on the stone for a long time until the blade was completely shiny. At this time, the hatchet was covered with blood, and the wooden handle became loose due to the excessive force several times. The blade seemed to fly away from the wooden handle at any time.

Pan Mengzi had never killed him. He had seen dead people in the breakout battle a few days ago, but he didn't kill anyone. The wooden spear was broken because he fell to the ground. Tonight was his first real fight and his first murder.

What it felt like to kill, Pan Mengzi had long forgotten, he only knew that he had indeed hit a Qing soldier in the jaw with a hatchet, and he could clearly hear the scream of the Qing soldier, but now let him do anything. Feelings, he couldn't tell what it was like to kill~www.NovelMTL.com~ The situation did not allow him to calm down and experience the taste of killing, and it would not allow him to have time to reminisce. There were swarms of Qing soldiers everywhere, and he had to keep swinging the hatchet again and again. Although this action did not let him kill the second Qing soldier again, it gave him enough security. .

Swing, chop, swing, chop....

Repeated movements again and again made Pan Mengzi's arm become sore and numb, and also made his mind numb, until when he swung the knife arm down again, he felt his arm slump, and the tiger's mouth was also shaken and painful. There was light in his eyes.

I killed two tartars, I killed two tartars!

Pan Mengzi couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, and an unknown scream came from his throat. His face and body were all splattered with blood, as if he had climbed up from the blood. In front of him, a burly Qing soldier was holding his head and screaming and screaming. Under the light of the fire, everyone could see clearly that the Qing soldier's head had been opened, blood and milky white. The brains flowed down his face.

The battle continued, and the fighting continued. The death of one Qing soldier would not affect the pace of the other Qing soldiers' attack. The sound of the horn below the mountain is getting closer and closer, and the shouting and killing from the foot of the mountain is getting louder and louder. (To be continued..)