Dominate the Country

At Dagukou, Ekorn stood blankly like a withered bamboo on the city wall, looking at the little lights to the north and listening to the thundering cheers from the Fuhan Army in Beitang and Xinhe. Everything in his heart felt... All hopes collapsed.

This cheer was the clarion call for the victory of the Fuhan Army and the prelude to the defeat of the Qing Dynasty...

The Qing Dynasty is over!

It’s over!

Completely finished!

Most of the night had passed, it was already past three o'clock, and Ekorn was still standing alone on the top of the fort, looking to the west and saying nothing. Like a lifeless stone sculpture!

The excited Fuhan troops were noisy until 12 o'clock at night, and then they all fell asleep. Flying pigeons brought the good news of Du Ji's victory, and the Fuhan army who stayed behind almost exploded with joy. But their cheers and celebrations were like the iciest cold air, sweeping across the entire Dagukou.

"Second uncle, let's withdraw. Chen Ni is out of energy after celebrating. It's daybreak and he can't leave even if he wants to!" the nephew advised Ekorn. Ekorn ignored it. The atmosphere in the entire Dagokou was tense, and Ekorn felt that the camp would be blown up.

However, God soon started to rain, and the Fuhan Army in Beitang did not reveal its intention to attack Dagukou the next day. The tense nerves of the Qing army in Dagukou were relieved a little.

In a house in Jizhou, Jin Jishi, a missionary who was brutally taken out of the capital by the Qing Dynasty but abandoned, after experiencing a "shocking" day, wrote in his diary, "A small army of Tatars The defeated troops fled to Jizhou, and they brought news of the defeat of the main Tatar army led by General Agui. The Tatar army in the city was greatly stimulated, and the entire Jizhou city has fallen into hysteria. Big chaos...

The situation here is quite bad, and the Tatars have abandoned their agreement with His Highness Chen Han. Their troops began to loot some of the Chinese property that was still left in Jizhou City. During that period, there would inevitably be killings and more brutal atrocities. They also robbed us and wrapped up the silver crosses with the wealth that the Emperor of the Tartars had given us. They also beat Zipporah who stopped them from doing so, breaking Zipporah's right hand. God bless Zipporah's right hand will be completely restored to its original state, otherwise Zipporah will never be able to pick up a paintbrush again.

Like any city caught in a war, everything here begins to develop in a bad direction.

The first to take action were the defeated soldiers who fled into Jizhou, and those officers turned a blind eye to the atrocities committed by their soldiers. The Tatar soldiers arbitrarily plundered all the wealth of the Chinese people, and strong women did such shameful things from time to time...

The officers' indifference and indulgence in atrocities allowed looting and killing to spread rapidly throughout the city. There is no law and order here..." With the collapse of humanity, the loss of morality, and the release of emotions in times of extreme fear, the Qing army in Jizhou would not know how much trouble they had caused their master at this time.

The rain continued to fall, and in Junliang City, Kui'an once again tasted what it felt like to have a heart as cold as an ice cellar.

Kuian experienced the bone-chilling cold and endless despair again today. He thought that after Fuller took the main force, he would no longer care about everything. But the words of the person kneeling at his feet made his heart break into powder again. Kui'an sat on the chair with eyes blank, as if he was dumbfounded, and did not move for two quarters of an hour!

"How could this happen? How could this happen?" He asked himself crazily again and again in his heart.

I was struggling to support myself in Junliang City, but news came from outside that the main force was defeated. Now Junliang City has completely turned into an isolated city!

"Agui, Agui, you ruined the Qing Dynasty..." Kui'an looked up to the sky and choked. He originally hoped that Agui could fight the Fuhan Army to the point of losing both sides, so that the Army Food City could be defended more securely. But now all these plans have come to nothing!

Kuian himself had the integrity to be loyal to the Qing Dynasty. But he knew that his soldiers would not all be as loyal as he was. If his brave soldiers, especially the Eight Banners soldiers, lost their fighting spirit and wanted to surrender, he would have no choice but to die.

The feeling in Kuian's mind at this moment was called hatred. Deep despair engulfed his entire body and mind.

The generals of the Eight Banners Army who were summoned by Kuian's men in the hall were also lonely and silent at this time, with endless anger, anger, anxiety and sorrow on their faces. There is no way forward, and the way back is cut off. Will he, who is a member of the Qing Dynasty who is less than 5,000 people, really want to die with the country? They don't want to die yet, but there is really no chance of survival.

Kuian was silent and never spoke again.

The generals retreated silently. Everyone's expressions changed several times, and finally they sighed.

In the heavy rain that followed, representatives from Junliangcheng finally arrived at Dagukou and brought the exact news of the Qing army's defeat in the Battle of Duji. Seeing that Eken was silent for a long time, the visitor became anxious and said, "Junmen , Junliang City and Dagukou are all counting on Junmen to decide where the souls of thousands of soldiers will go. Now that the situation is over, what are Junmen’s plans? "

Should he surrender, or should he stay where he was and contain the Fuhan Army? Or break out on a rainy day? The commander-in-chief of Junliang City, Kuian, urgently needs to find the answer from Ekorn.

"The Qing Dynasty is over, but there are still three pounds of nails in the ruined ship. How can there be no loyalty?"

"I have decided to go north. Even if the soldiers die, I will not let Chen Ni have an easy time. As for Junliang City, let Kui'an decide for himself whether to fight or surrender!"

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Without this rain, Eken would not have broken through and headed north. But with this rain, everything is different.

All the cannons at Dagukou Fort had their firing ports nailed shut, countless barrels of gunpowder were tied together with matchlocks, and several wounded soldiers of the Eight Banners who volunteered to stay took on the task of finishing it all.

Okoen abandoned all his baggage, and all the soldiers carried nothing but swords, guns, ammunition, and some food. But when the blocking troops sent by the Fu Han Army set up a tarpaulin roof on the battlefield, and then aimed the muzzles of the six-barreled rocket launchers at the Qing army that was shouting and charging, everything was over.

The sound of the rocket launcher firing was not loud, and the tail flames ejected from the back of the muzzle instantly raised the temperature in the tent by more than ten degrees. Thick white smoke enveloped the entire tent, and rocket shells were fired one after another.

Okoen clearly felt the ground under his feet shaking, and the sound of extremely huge shells exploding told him that this was not a shrapnel shell in the usual sense, but a fire dragon shell.

The ground trembled continuously, and Okoen, who was stiff all over, estimated the number of explosions in his mind, but he couldn't do it. Such a dense roar was beyond the limit of his ears. He only knew that the battlefield was filled with smoke, and the black smoke from the explosion of the fire dragon bomb enveloped the entire battlefield.

The ground was shaking violently, and the huge sound waves in the air surged into people's ears like waves. Zheng Wenzhi, the deputy commander of the 1st Division of the Jiangxi Army, was excited! Zheng Wenzhi, who was easily persuaded to surrender by Xie Hu's handwritten letter, is now also a deputy commander. But Zheng Wenzhi knew that the foundation under his position was very weak, so he personally led his troops to block the Qing army's northward escape at Dagukou this time.

The shrapnel that exploded all around penetrated the human body like a sharp blade piercing through paper, ruthlessly tearing and cutting everything he encountered, heads, arms, legs and feet, and even splitting the bodies of Qing soldiers in two, decorating the battlefield with bloody and bright colors.

In the sound of artillery that vibrated the eardrums, countless groans and screams were heard clearly.

"Brothers, follow me--"

Beside Zheng Wenzhi, there was the regiment commander of the first brigade of the first division of the Jiangxi Army. Zheng Wenzhi raised his arms and shouted, while the regiment commander waved the military flag in the rain. The soldiers of the regiment shouted loudly, and no one hesitated, charging towards the chaotic Qing army with swords and guns in their hands.

The rain turned the musket into something worse than a fire stick, but there was a bayonet on the musket.

"Hold on! Hold on--" O'Keen's nephew shouted loudly, and the officers on the front line of the Qing army also shouted loudly. O'Keen sent follow-up troops to rush up, but could they hold on?

The second batch of rocket shells was fired again, just four or five hundred meters in front of the Fu Han Army's front line, countless explosion points gathered into a flash, and countless sounds condensed into a loud bang!

The fire, smoke and a large area of ​​gray-black earth columns once again flooded the battlefield.

The smoke had not completely dissipated, and the Fu Han Army had already rushed over with swords and guns.

There were no more explosions on the battlefield, but fierce shouts of killing.

The rain was pouring down, and rocket shells blasted out craters of all sizes in the muddy fields. The white blades reflected the cold light, shining a little. Abandoning all hot weapons, hand-to-hand combat became the key to determine victory or defeat.

Zheng Wenzhi rushed to the front, and I don’t know where the hat on his head was thrown. Two rounds of rocket shells dyed the yellow silt into an absolute black color. Attack and counterattack, the black was filled with fresh blood. I don’t know how many soldiers and officers fell on both sides. If you fall down and grab them casually, you may be able to grab a pale hand!

A Qing soldier wearing only a middle coat grabbed a waist knife and chopped Zheng Wenzhi. The red military uniform turned completely muddy. Zheng Wenzhi, who was born as a military scholar, had good martial arts. He blocked the waist knife with a light block, and then took advantage of the situation and punched the Qing soldier in the throat. The Qing soldier dropped his sword, his eyes widened, and when he fell backwards, Zheng Wenzhi's punch broke his throat and even his cervical vertebra.

Zheng Wenzhi saw more Eight Banners soldiers holding swords and guns coming from the muddy position. Many of them were injured and were also rolling in the mud. There was also a short and fat officer, waving his sword and shouting like a madman.

"Fuck him——" Cursing fiercely, Zheng Wenzhi took out a double-barreled pistol from his waist with his left hand, "bang bang..." and fired two shots in the direction of the officer. The Fu Han soldiers following behind him shouted firmly, and the swords and guns passed him and rushed forward.

The two sides collided and wrestled into a ball. There was a constant sound of gunfire and screams.

In the desperate situation, the Qing army burst out with all their strength, and the sound of the sharp blades piercing into the flesh and blood was so creepy that it gave people goose bumps, but it continued to ring. Soldiers from both sides came up in an endless stream, consuming each other as if human lives were worthless.

Zheng Wenzhi didn't have time to reload his pistol, so he rushed forward with his sword. He was an officer!

An Eight Banners soldier was shot in the leg, half-kneeling there, still yelling and waving his sword. Zheng Wenzhi approached him from the side, slashed straight, and the blade cut into the junction of his left neck and shoulder.

The carotid artery was cut off instantly, as if it had stopped for a moment, and the blood column suddenly rushed up high, spraying Zheng Wenzhi's face with blood foam. Then it was washed away by the rain, and most of it was washed away. Only the blood on the military uniform was deeper into the fabric.

The Eight Banners soldier screamed in his throat, covered his neck and half turned around as if he wanted to stand up, and finally fell down with a bang.

The fighting lasted for less than two-quarters of an hour. As follow-up troops from the Jiangxi Army's First Division arrived one after another, the Qing army finally collapsed and fled, abandoning their guns and swords. These guys are no longer organized, and they collapse towards the back of the position like wandering ghosts.

Four-color dragon flags were trampled into the mud, and a bloody tiger flag fluttered in the wind on the position that changed hands.

"Boom boom boom——"

Continuous explosions illuminated half of the eastern night sky. The explosions came from the direction of Dagukou, and Kui An was in agony.

The Qing army in Junliang City was marching slowly on the muddy road fleeing north. Kuian carried twelve of the highest cannons, and he prepared twelve horses for each cannon. Each cannon was pulled by horse-drawn men, and they marched arduously toward the north in the midst of heavy rain and mud.

All the Qing troops in Junliang City were Eight Banners soldiers, and their 'loyalty' was much purer than that of the Qing troops in Dagukou. Under the heavy rain, the roads were muddy, and regardless of whether they were on foot or on horseback, they could not move very fast, at least they would not throw off the cannons pulled by twelve horses. The horses neighed loudly and struggled to pull on their hind legs. The horse drivers waved their whips and shouted loudly. Qing army artillerymen who rolled like mud monkeys crowded on both sides of the carriage and pushed the wheels desperately. .

Ekorn burned himself to illuminate the military food city.

When Kuian heard the reply saying that Ekorn was about to go north to break out of the encirclement, he knew that this was the best opportunity for him.

Therefore, he decisively abandoned Junliang City and pushed towards Lutai Town. After Lutai Town, he would reach Zunhua, where the Qing Dynasty was still under the rule of the Qing Dynasty, and his troops still had a glimmer of hope.

After a burst of rumbling gunfire, the shells quickly passed through the white smoke of gunpowder, passed through the dark night, and turned into beautiful arcs in the sky. Accompanied by sharp whistles, they landed on the ground. Among the panicked Qing troops.

As soon as the rain stopped, the Fuhan Army appeared in front of Kui'an's troops. He had just sighted Lutai Town.

The long tail whistle seemed to still be echoing in the ears, and the explosion of "boom-boom--" came from the ranks of the Qing army. More than fifty light and heavy mortars fired rapidly, and the shells fell as densely as rain.

The banging noise keeps going!

Every time a thick cloud of smoke rises into the sky, several or more unfortunate Qing soldiers will be killed, wounded and bleeding. At this moment, the whole world seemed to be shaking with the sound of explosions...

The air in Kuian's chest seemed to freeze. The joy of seeing Lutai Town disappeared, and in the blink of an eye he fell from the nine heavens to the eighteenth level of Abi Hell.

There is a faint fishy smell floating in the air, which is the smell of blood.

The Qing army has artillery, but their twelve artillery pieces have not even had time to be disassembled at this time. The soldiers are extremely tired. From last night to this afternoon, this Qing army did not have a hot meal. I rested in the abandoned village for two hours. He didn't dare to light a fire yet, for fear of being discovered by the Fuhan Army.

The Fuhan Army's musketeers appeared. From Kui'an's perspective, these troops were obviously not the main force. No matter the formation or the firing rate of the volley, they couldn't even match the Eight Banners New Army. What's going on with the elite of the Fuhan Army.

However, the Qing army, who was already frightened by the rumbling cannons, was still beaten and unable to fight back.

The Qing army was already littered with corpses.

"Fix bayonets, everyone, put on bayonets." A small officer shouted loudly, raising his saber in his hand.

"Brothers, the time has come to make great achievements, come and kill me..." Another officer shouted loudly.

"Tiger tiger tiger..." I don't know how many people shouted in unison.

On the night of March 15th and the early morning of March 16th, the Dagukou Qing army and the Junliangcheng Qing army, which both chose to break out to the north, were completely wiped out in different places. Generals Ekorn and Kuian, die!

The Dagukou Fort suffered comprehensive damage, but the waterway from Dagukou to Beijing was completely connected.