Han’s Son is Not a Slave

"Is there alive, or not!"

The Taiping soldiers who were searching on the battlefield shouted one after another, carefully looking for every quagmire, found the wounded soldiers mixed with the silt, and carried them out of the quagmire for treatment.

Wounded Taiping soldiers were found constantly, and there were also many wounded Manchu soldiers. To them, the Taiping army stepped forward without exception to make up for the knife, and the screams resounded from time to time in the ears of the surrendered Manchu soldiers. Make them tremble. They didn't dare to look at the heads that were brought over by the Taiping army one by one, they just drooped their heads and closed their eyes, waiting for the fate of their lives, hoping that Suna didn't lie to them, and the Taiping army could really spare their lives.

There were 126 Manchu soldiers who surrendered. They were all young Manchu soldiers. The oldest was only 30 years old.

Suna pressed the knife and looked at these compatriots, waiting for Zhou Shixiang's arrival. He has persuaded these Manchu soldiers to surrender, but it is not up to him to decide what to do with them. Even if Zhou Shixiang ordered all these Manchu soldiers to be executed, Suna could only go forward and chop them down one by one.

With the help of his personal soldiers, the wounded Ge Yi staggered through the corpses, searching for them. He didn't even look at the corpses of the Manchu soldiers. In front of the commanding Manchu general, he stopped and couldn't move any further.

A general flag of the right battalion of the infantry stepped forward and whispered: "Ge Ying Guan, this is the leader of the Tartars!" Then his eyes fell on the leader of the Tartars, where there was a headless man kneeling. There was no blood flowing from the neck of the corpse, and it was covered with a thin layer of blood, but the corpse's right hand held a spear tightly, and the spear pierced through the abdomen of that Tartar Zuoling.

"Brother Qin!"

Ge Yi knelt down and hugged Qin Zhisheng's headless corpse. Tears poured out before he could speak. He howled loudly, but couldn't say anything.

Soldiers all around were crying. No one spoke, just looked at Qin Zhisheng's body silently.

Qin Zhisheng's head was found, his eyes widened in anger

"Boss Hu is gone. My eldest brother is also gone, Peng Dazhu, Lin Lao Er, Song San are all gone, and now Qin eldest brother is gone, the brothers in Daqiaoshan are about to die, and the Xiucai is about to die. Our brothers are about to die, they are about to die!"

Ge Yi cried bitterly, and Zhao Sihai also cried bitterly. Zhou Shixiang's tears were still in his sockets, but he held back no tears. He carefully placed Qin Zhisheng's head on his neck, and ordered someone to bring a needle and thread. He sewed it together, just like he was sewing for Hu Quan one by one, with a very serious expression when he inserted it and pulled it out.

After stitching up Qin Zhisheng's body, Zhou Shixiang got up and asked the officers in the right battalion of the infantry army, "What did General Qin say before he died?"

The officers shook their heads. Qin Zhi's life and death were too sudden, and it was too late to leave any last words. A general flag seemed to murmur something before Qin Zhi's life and death, but he didn't know what he was talking about. He hesitated and finally didn't say anything.

"Click on General Qin's relics, and find a way to open the coffin. Forget it, let's bury it here. The loyal bones are buried everywhere in the green mountains. Why not return the body in horse leather!"

Zhou Shixiang originally wanted to order Qin Zhisheng's spiritual pivot to be transported back to Xiangshan for burial, but he finally decided to bury it on the east bank of the Huangsha River. Buried with the fallen soldiers where they fought and watched their comrades continue their march north.

With a deep sigh, Qin Zhisheng's death was too unexpected, and Zhou Shixiang was unprepared. He was also caught off guard, he knew he had lost a good helper.

"General Qin and the brothers who died in the war are buried on the east bank of the Huangsha River. The names of the dead brothers must be made clear, and the pension money must be sent to their relatives in a large amount. We will take care of and support the minor children. Our Taiping Army will raise them. Teach them to read and read, and when they grow up, they will also become Taiping Army soldiers. The supply to them must be doubled, and we must not let the fallen brother Jiuquan feel chilled!”

Zhou Shixiang was a little regretful. He didn't know where Qin Zhisheng's hometown was, otherwise he would have to transport the body back to his hometown for burial. The Han people say that the fallen leaves return to their roots, and they should be buried beside their parents when they die.

Quietly wiping away the tears with his sleeves, Zhou Shixiang looked at the bodies of the fallen soldiers on the ground. Like Qin Zhisheng, they were all companions who had followed Zhou Shixiang along the way. They were the ancestors of hundreds of millions of Han children in later generations. Without blood, they are also the ancestors of the Han people!

I am fighting with my ancestors!

Fight, we once fought together!

Zhou Shixiang was silent, knelt down on one knee and gently held Qin Zhisheng's right hand, which was strange to say, Ge Yi couldn't separate Qin Zhisheng's right hand holding the spear, Zhou Shixiang gently pulled, Qin Zhisheng's right hand The spear fell off.

"Brother Qin, please close your eyes with peace of mind. We won and the show led us to win again. This time, we cut off a lot of real arrogant heads. There are a lot of them, but you should open your eyes and see. Dasheng, Dasheng, uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu} Why did you go ahead of your brother? Brother Qin, brother, I'll close your eyes. You can go and see my eldest brother and tell him, I'm here for everything All right, tell him not to think about anything, I will marry a daughter-in-law after this battle, and if the first child is a son, I will adopt it to my eldest brother, so that he will not break the incense"

Ge Yi choked up and raised his hand to close Qin Zhisheng's eyes. With a light touch, Qin Zhisheng's eyes were closed.

"Commander, what to do with the surrendered Manchu soldiers?"

Suna found Zhou Shixiang uneasy and asked him how to deal with the surrendering compatriots. He himself is a Manchurian, and he is not willing to say that he is a Tartar.

Zhou Shixiang put away the sadness in his heart, glanced at Suna, and instructed him: "I'll leave it to you to deal with it, you can choose from them, and resolve them on the spot if you have two hearts."

Suna breathed a sigh of relief and said hurriedly: "Don't worry, Commander, these people will not have two hearts. The military discipline in Manchuria in the Qing Dynasty is harsh, and losing a general is a capital crime. Even if these people go back, they will not be able to save their lives. Some means, including them honestly serve the commander!"

"That's good."

Zhou Shixiang nodded slightly, and said with a "hmm", "I'll give you a guard first, but it will still be a cavalry. You will be a hundred households for now, and in the future, the troops from Manzhou will be handed over to you."

"Thank you sir!"

Suna's face showed joy. After surrendering to the Taiping Army, Zhou Shi didn't use him much. As long as he led the dozen or so soldiers to serve in the cavalry camp, he didn't even have the rank of sergeant. , and also gave himself a cavalry system of guards. It seems that his performance has been recognized by the other party. If the Taiping Army continues to grow, it is impossible to say that he, a Manchurian, can still get a high-ranking official in the Ming Dynasty, just like The great ancestor of the year, Nurhaci, was ordinary.

In addition to being happy, Suna said again: "Does the commander want to deal with Geng Jimao's Left Army in the next step?"

Zhou Shixiang did not speak, and glanced at Suna lightly. Suna hurriedly bowed her waist and said boldly, "I have an idea, I don't know if I should say it or not."

"You said, it doesn't matter if you have an idea but say it, it doesn't matter if it's right or wrong." Zhou Shixiang was a little curious about what Suna had in mind.

The idea of ​​Suna has been brewing in my heart for a long time~www.NovelMTL.com~ If the Taiping Army can't win Hahamu, this idea is naturally a joke, but now it can be realized. If this strategy is successful, he will be in Suna. The status in Zhou Shixiang's mind was about to be greatly improved again.

"I think the commander should immediately command Guangzhou instead of attacking Geng Jimao's Left Army!"

Suna excitedly expressed his thoughts, but Zhou Shixiang was surprised: "Playing in Guangzhou?"

"Yes, immediately march north, take Guangzhou directly!"

Suna looked excited and waited for Zhou Shixiang to say yes, but Zhou Shixiang shook his head: "Your idea is good, but our army has no ability to conquer Guangzhou City for the time being. You must know that Guangzhou City is stronger than Xinhui. Much more. Before the two Qing troops, Geng Jimao and Shang Zhixin, were resolved, this commander had no intention of taking heavy casualties to seize Guangzhou."

Not wanting Suna, he shook his head and said: "The commander is wrong. The emperors and officials of the Ming Dynasty in Guangzhou City also thought the same way. They thought that the Qing troops could not conquer Guangzhou City, but Li Chengdong took only a dozen cavalry. Guangzhou City.” (To be continued.) Mobile users, please visit m.

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