Dominate the Country

The feeling of dying is an extremely painful torment, like a spiritual torture that is going on all the time - regret, guilt, shame, timidity, fear, all kinds of emotions take turns to impact the human psychology. Death is much more pleasant than this.

Duan Xiulin persisted in this difficult 'torture' for twelve days. The huge change in his thinking was like the bombardment outside day after day. Waves of thoughts were like waves of cannonballs, and finally he was destroyed. A final resistance of his will, and then he gave in. And when he first connected with the Fuhan Army, when the news about the Fuhan Army was definitely sent to him, Duan Xiulin looked at the small bamboo tube with a very horrified look.

The small bamboo tube weighed only a few dollars, but it felt like he was holding a huge boulder. The cool bamboo tube was more like the hot magma, which made his hands burn.

Hiding in his bedroom, Duan Xiulin didn't close his eyes for a minute that night. He stretched out his hand to touch the small bamboo tube again and again, and quickly retracted his hand as if he had touched hot iron.

Even Chen Ming didn't know that Duan Xiulin had lost three or four pounds in the following few days, and his eyes had a smoky look and were full of blood. Duan Xiulin once very much hoped that his "sneakiness" would be discovered by Feng Sheng'e and the others, and then he would chop off his head mercilessly. For the sake of their own lives, the Fuhan Army would definitely protect their children and grandchildren.

But Feng Sheng'e, whose spirit had been burning, didn't notice his 'wrong' at all, and kept directing people to demolish houses and build barricades.

And An Ming, who was assigned by Fengsheng'e to be his deputy, is even more useless!

The heavy pressure broke An Ming mentally before Duan Xiulin was crushed.

Of course, Duan Xiulin's deputy general An Ming did not "surrender" to the Fuhan Army because he was a bannerman of the Manchu Army and his surname was Guarjia. On this point, he had to be strong.

But the price An Ming paid was also huge. Duan Xiulin could hardly recognize An Ming in front of him. Is this still the same Gualja Anming who "everyone calls his integrity"?

The person in front of him was just a fierce ghost wearing An Ming's flesh and skin.

Duan Xiulin could not forget the Zhejiang Army soldiers who An Ming had 'killed' these days. Two of them were just because the soldiers got up to urinate in the middle of the night. Those who were in urgent need of urination did not ask the night watchman for a sign, and then two of them were accidentally killed by An Ming. They bumped into each other, and An Ming beat him to pieces with a military stick in front of tens of thousands of people from the Zhejiang Army in Xiyingmen.

Duan Xiulin also heard that more than one female corpse was carried out of Anming's room at night.

There will be no women in the army under General Feng Sheng'e, but there are still women in Changzhou City. Most Changzhou people fled the city before the war started, but there were always some Changzhou people who were reluctant to leave home and stayed in the city.

And then these people suffered in these days.

The female corpse carried out of Anming's room was not the only one. There was more than one Gualjia Anming in the entire Changzhou city. Fengsheng'e has a thousand and eight new banner troops under him. After a battle outside the east gate, there are still more than 800. There are also three thousand bannermen in Hangzhou, and there are so many bannermen and military attachés in the army. And it wasn't just the bannermen who did such bastard things.

Duan Xiulin reported this phenomenon to Chen Ming, because it was the most direct manifestation of the low morale and confusion of the Qing army in the city. Chen Ming’s letter back summarized the situation in one sentence: madness before death.

This is the ugliness of human nature. The madness that precedes the Great Disruption.

Don't worry about making a list in the future just because you have a good time today. Such people, regardless of whether they are Manchu or Han, will be executed even if they surrender in the future.

"Haha, Master Junmen, has he suddenly become enlightened? Actually..." An Ming saw the difference in today's Duan Xiulin at the first glance. There was no trace of military spirit in his whole body. How could this be possible?

Duan Xiulin joined the army as a young man and spent forty years in the army. The murderous spirit of the army and the majesty of the generals have been engraved in his bones.

But now Duan Xiulin looks like a country gentleman who enjoys his life at home.

Duan Xiulin looked at An Ming and smiled, a harmless smile.

"He looks like...a rich man from the countryside. Master Junmen, this is..." An Ming was very surprised, very, very surprised. He really thought that Duan Xiulin had understood some great path in life. Otherwise, how could it have changed so much overnight?

Duan Xiulin looked at An Ming with his eyes, revealing a feeling that could not be expressed in words. After taking this step, he would never be able to look back, but he had already thought through it. I also know that it is best to do things in a decisive way. "A wealthy man from the countryside? Thanks to your good advice, it's enough for me to be a wild man in the countryside for the rest of my life." After today, Duan Xiulin will say goodbye to the battlefield. It is the greatest happiness to be able to live as a complete family under the rule of the Fuhan Army, in peace and security, and to have grandchildren.

An Ming, whose eyes were completely focused on Duan Xiulin, had no idea that Duan Xiulin's personal soldiers were already standing behind him, his entourage, and Goshiha, far or near.

Duan Xiulin didn't sigh or close his eyes, he just waved his hands calmly. Then the sound of the steel sword being unsheathed sounded behind the heads of An Ming and others, but before they could react, the sharp sword light had already tasted the blood of these people.

Puffs of blood spattered on Xiyingmen. An Ming's head fell to the ground, his mouth still wide open.

He must be very puzzled by Duan Xiulin's choice, but he will never have the chance to ask again.

At Xiying Gate in Changzhou, rows of earth bags and sandbags were piled up on the bare city wall. The parapet on the city wall had collapsed. How could people stand on the bare city wall? They could only pile up earth bags and sandbags. But this thing was even less reliable than the original parapet.

A row of Qing soldiers stood upright on Xiying Gate, and shotguns, broadswords and spears were thrown down from the top of the city.

"Go up, hurry up..."

Below the city, the attacking troops of the Fu Han Army rushed towards the city wall around Xiying Gate with long ladders. The sound of gunfire and fighting had been heard in the distance. The entire western city wall was guarded by Qing soldiers. The Fu Han Army's rush immediately attracted the attention of the Qing army in other positions. When they found that the Zhejiang soldiers defending Xiying Gate did not shout, shoot, or ring bells and fire cannons, they understood all this.

Under the command of the officers, the Qing soldiers at both ends pressed towards the Zhejiang soldiers in the middle, and then the battle began.

Pan Mancang was the first to climb up the Xiying Gate. He did not wave a sword or a bayonet, but held a battle flag of the 1st Garrison Division. He pulled down a green camp pennant from the top of the city wall, and then the bright red flag fluttered on the top of Changzhou City.

"The city is broken, the city is broken..."

The Zhejiang soldiers that Duan Xiulin had arranged earlier suddenly shouted and rolled to the east, shouting along the way: "The city is broken, the city is broken..."

"Boom boom boom..." The artillery positions outside the city also fired at the right time, without using shrapnel shells, but all iron shells, which fell far into Changzhou City. Duan Xiulin's Zhejiang soldiers were all guarding the Xiying Gate, and the shells passed through the Xiying Gate and hit the houses and streets in the city. The firing frequency of each cannon was very slow, but there were still continuous cannon sounds. Who made Changzhou City have so many cannons?

"Charge..."

The ferocious Fu Han army rushed to both sides along the city wall. The convenient and fast mortars had been sent to the top of the city. The fighting Zhejiang soldiers withdrew from the front line, surrendered their weapons in the city wall, and squatted obediently on the flat ground inside the city wall. After half an hour of transportation, the blocked Xiying Gate was completely cleared, and Duan Xiulin led the Zhejiang soldiers in the city out of the city.

The Fu Han army soldiers poured into Changzhou through the city gate.

"The general situation is determined!" Chen Ming clapped his hands lightly. He seemed so kind to Duan Xiulin, who played an important role during this period. But he sneered at Duan Xiulin's "wish", "Old general, don't forget the Qing Dynasty's sticking pole office!"

Just like the dark camp has the nature of assassination, the sticking pole office also engages in assassination.

If Duan Xiulin really does nothing and wants to be a country savage, how many days can his family live?

Duan Xiulin's face suddenly froze. "I'm confused, I'm old and confused." Otherwise, how could he forget the Qing Dynasty's sticking stick.

"Haha, the old general wants to let his horse go to the south mountain and enjoy the countryside, how simple it is. When my Fu Han army sweeps China and washes away the Hu dust, the old general has plenty of time to enjoy himself."

"Then how many years does your highness plan to sweep the world?"

"What do you think, old general?"

"I am nearly sixty years old, and I feel that my body is still strong and I can reach the age of seventy. If your highness wants me to enjoy the countryside peacefully, you only have ten years to use." Duan Xiulin looked at Chen Ming carefully.

Chen Ming looked at the morale in Changzhou City and laughed very happily, "Why ten years? At the shortest, our army can enter Beijing in two or three years; at the longest, the Qing Dynasty can be reduced to ashes in five or six years. When Zhu Hongwu was named King Jianwu, he only took five years to sweep the world..." Ten years? That's too long. In addition to China, there are also European foreigners in this world. To the north of the Qing Dynasty, there is Russia, the greedy polar bear. It is better not to let them have time to collude with the Qing Dynasty.

Although the polar bear is now fighting with the Ottomans holding the crescent-shaped flag.

"Mancang, slow down, pay attention to the battle surface, don't rush too deep."

"Team officer, the Tartars are too weak. They are just mud, and they will be penetrated with one stab!"

A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger, and a young tiger who has just seen blood is ten times braver than a calf. Pan Mancang is such a young tiger. After leading the team into Changzhou City, he was still worried about the barricades and obstacles in Changzhou City at first, but when he found that the Qing soldiers hiding behind the barricades were all vulnerable rotten goods, he was no longer afraid.

Grenade, bayonet!

If his team officer hadn't pulled him back, Pan Mancang would have left behind the tiger squat gun and mortar.

Relying only on grenades and bayonets, he cut through layers of panicked and panicked Qing soldiers like cutting melons and vegetables, and killed his way to Changzhou government office and the center of Changzhou.

"Ready, fire--"

Ayintu was followed by 500 new Eight Banners soldiers, and behind the Eight Banners were Feng Sheng'e's personal army. Now he had only these few people under his command. The other troops fell apart after the Fu Han Army broke into the city. Not to mention transferring them to resist the Fu Han Army, even the organization was completely messed up.

"Bang bang bang..."

The battle of Changzhou was at the last moment, and the Qing army fired neat volleys. The figures of the Fu Han Army soldiers were already faintly visible, and grenades covered the sight of the banner soldiers with smoke.

"Follow me, follow me. Quick, quick--"

Pan Mancang didn't think there was anything special about the Eight Banners New Army on the opposite side, just because they were just for show. Taking advantage of the rising smoke, he jumped and rushed up with his soldiers. The Fu Han Army soldiers behind him naturally would not let their platoon leader charge alone, and loud shouts of killing suddenly broke out.

In the Changzhou government office, Yin Jishan and Feng Sheng sat across from each other. There was a bottle the size of a snuff bottle on the table in front of them, but it was not snuff, but deadly arsenic.

Changzhou is finished.

Who would have thought that Duan Xiulin, the governor of a province, would surrender to the enemy? The Xiying Gate suddenly opened, and the Fuhan Army swept all the way. There were only a few recruits from the Eight Banners outside. How long could they stop the Fuhan Army even if they were covered in iron? Today they must be loyal after all.

Yin Jishan's face was gray and cold, and his face, which was as stern as a rock, concealed endless annoyance in his heart. After the Battle of Danyang, he should not have stayed in Changzhou, but should have taken a big step back. That way, even if the emperor wants to chop off his head, the Qing Dynasty will still have contacts and soldiers in Jiangnan. Instead of this, Jiangnan was captured without blood by the Fuhan army!

"Bang!" One shot knocked down a Fuhan Army soldier who rushed towards him. Ayintu dropped his empty gun and swung his saber to chop off the fallen Fuhan Army soldier's head. The Eight Banners New Army's volleys did not fire a few rounds before they were bombarded by the mortar troops arriving from behind, forcing them to take the initiative to attack, and then the two sides got into trouble.

But one Fuhan Army soldier fell, and the second, third... and tenth Fuhan Army soldier rushed up. However, one-third of the Eight Banners New Army under Ayintu had fallen, and the soldiers were already in chaos. The Fuhan Army shouted at the Han army to surrender and refused to kill them, allowing Feng Sheng'an's soldiers to see a glimmer of hope. They are not bannermen?

Only the Eight Banners New Army was fighting to the death. Some of them died by gunfire, some by explosive shells, some by grenades, and more in bayonet battles.

The soldiers of the Fuhan Army were still crowded, and gunfire came from all directions. Ayintu once looked back, and there was also a fierce battle in the rear. The blood of the new recruits of the Eight Banners was flowing continuously, while the men and horses of the Fuhan Army were covered with shadows, showing no signs of decreasing at all.

How long can the eight hundred Eight Banners recruits withstand attacks from all directions? The whole of Changzhou was captured by Chen Ni, right? Otherwise, why would the government office be besieged from all sides?

The Eight Banners recruits who experienced the Battle of Taizhou [the remnants of the thousand who followed Hailancha] were sent back to Beijing. Together with Hailancha, the remaining two thousand Eighth Banners recruits were given one thousand points to Rong Bao, and he also Two thousand Jiangning bannermen were taken away.

In the Battle of Changzhou, in addition to the cavalry, Feng Sheng'e also held a thousand and eight new banner troops and a full three thousand Hangzhou banner soldiers.

Three thousand Hangzhou flag soldiers were dispersed inside and outside Changzhou city as supervisors. They also suffered heavy losses that night. Now that the Fuhan army has entered the city, they are even more stunned. More than 800 Eight Banner recruits were firmly held in Feng Sheng'e's hands, and they were still able to offer his final resistance.

"Charge, charge forward with me -" Pan Mancang roared, waving the saber in his hand. His team officer died and fell in front of him. On the eve of the final victory in the Battle of Changzhou, Pan Mancang was unprepared. The commander he respected as a father and brother died just like that. This bad news and a violent potion made Pan Mancang crazy. After a slight pause, Pan Mancang dropped the rifle bayonet in his hand and picked up the team officer's waist knife, "Kill! Kill! Kill!" Today, only "kill" can vent the volcanic eruption of anger in his heart.

The sound of gunfire has long since become sparse, and bayonet fighting and hand-to-hand combat have become the mainstay on the battlefield. A soldier was stabbed down, but the soldiers behind him still charged forward without fear. Until death or victory comes!

"Ah uh--" Pan Mancang made a muffled sound, and his right arm, which was wielding the sword, hung down weakly. His right arm was stabbed. Although the armor blocked it, there was a sudden pain in his arm, which still made him scream out. Come.

With blood dripping down his arm, Pan Mancang hit him diagonally and pushed the flag soldier who had just stabbed him to the ground. He grabbed the waist knife in his left hand and slashed downwards.

"Kill, keep moving forward and kill -"

When several soldiers around Pan Mancang saw that he was injured, they couldn't help but stop. Pan Mancang himself didn't take it seriously. He glared at the soldiers who stopped and shouted loudly. "Don't stop, charge me, charge me -"

"Cut off Fengsheng's head to avenge the team officer!"

"Victory is at hand——"