"Don't take prisoners, don't even one..."

The heavy casualties in the rear camp made Zhou Shixiang subconsciously want to kill prisoners. He would not be able to avenge the dead old, weak, and children, nor would he be able to ease the anger of the soldiers in the front camp.

With the control of the situation, many former battalion soldiers have learned about the death of their relatives. The soldiers are also humans. Men do not cry easily, but when facing the corpses of their relatives, no matter how hearted a person is as slim as stone, it is impossible for them to remain unmoved or cry without losing their voices.

In Yutai Temple, at the foot of Guifeng Mountain, there were already crying from soldiers, and the campers who had survived death were also distraught after their initial gratitude and joy.

Those who look for fathers, mothers, sons, daughters... The miserable screams floated on Guifeng Mountain, making people feel uncomfortable.

Zhou Shixiang did not send anyone to stop the cries of the campers, nor did he force the soldiers who were crying to put down the bodies of their relatives and returned to their team. Zhou Shixiang was also a human being. He could feel the feeling of losing his relatives and understand how they felt when they saw the bodies of their relatives.

Military law will not be used in this scene. Zhou Shixiang could only try his best to ask the hundred households to draw soldiers who had no relatives in the back camp to perform the mission, and leave some time for those men to cry enough.

On that day, he was also heartbroken in front of the empty grave outside Xinhui City, and did not cry out because his tears had already dried up and his voice had already cried hoarsely.

However, how to deal with the Qing army prisoners became a big problem facing Zhou Shixiang. Execution of all these prisoners seemed to be the best way to vent the anger in his subordinates and give the people a little comfort, but doing so was the most unprofitable way to deal with it.

Only more than 200 males were left in the rear camp, and the casualties of the front camp were almost a reorganized battalion. The capture of Guifeng Mountain was not the end of the Taiping Army. The next goal of the Taiping Army was the extremely strong Xinhui City. It was Xiangshan County, the Qing army in the entire Guangzhou, and even the Qing army that was overwhelmed by the whole province of Guangdong. Therefore, Zhou Shixiang needed troops to supplement and needed lives to fill the upcoming wars. Without a large number of people joining the army enthusiastically, he could only be realistic, he needed these prisoners.

"It's better to follow the example of Gaoyaocheng."

Zhou Shixiang looked at Tieyi who was incomprehensible with some guilt, shook his head, and ordered Shao Jiugong to take all the prisoners to Qianshou Hall.

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After 415 green camp prisoners and 46 flag soldiers were taken to the Qianshou Hall, they were immediately divided into two sides by the Taiping Army.

In addition to pretending to be dead, the captive officer Lin Youxian, who was found dead, also the injured general Wang Wu. Su Xianting, the leader of the Han army flag, had already run away, but his Goshha Zhao Quan was not dead. Instead, he was blown up with one hand, and was taken over. Because there was too much blood loss in the broken hand, Zhao Quan's face was extremely pale.

Surrounded by officers such as Shao Jiugong, Wu Mazi and Wang Youxi, Tieyi, Zheng Tiezhu, Zheng Daniu and other officers, Zhou Shixiang, dressed in strong clothes, came to Qianshoutang.

After glanced at the flag soldiers with their heads hanging down, Zhou Shixiang's eyes fell on the fearful Green Camp soldiers. He walked forward two steps without saying a word of nonsense, saying: "The Green Camp is all Han people. My Ming Taiping Army is also Han people. Therefore, all the soldiers who are willing to surrender will be collected. Now those who are willing to surrender kneel down, and those who are unwilling to surrender will stand."

"I'm willing to surrender, but I've been willing to surrender long ago!"

As soon as Zhou Shixiang finished speaking, the camp soldiers knelt down, with only a few dozen still standing, and the two Green Camp officers Lin Youxian and Wang Wu were also inside.

"Don't you want to surrender to me?"

Zhou Shixiang looked coldly at the dozens of camp soldiers who refused to kneel down. Under his gaze, seven or eight more camp soldiers bowed their heads and knelt down. Lin Youxian and Wang Wu still did not move. The former had a strange expression on their faces, while the latter had a look of disdain.

"Do you reduce or not?"

Zhou Shixiang raised his right hand lightly and pointed at Wang Wu with a disdainful look on his face. He was about to kill the chicken to warn the monkey.

"I am a great man, how can I surrender to you thieves!"

Facing Zhou Shixiang's stern eyes, Wang Wu was not afraid at all, sneered, his neck was stuttering, and his veins swelled up, and he said proudly: "I am a Qing Dynasty person in life, and a Qing Dynasty ghost when I die. Don't want me to surrender, and I want to kill and cut him. If I frowned, I will be raised by her little mother!"

Zhou Shixiang raised his eyebrows and said with a high-five: "What a man, he has a talent!"

The ending of the word "动" is still dragging, and a long knife has appeared in his hand. After the knife light, a blood column suddenly spurted up between Hu Quan's neck. After seeing again, how far his head had rolled down.

Zhou Shixiang put the knife in his hand, glanced at Wang Wu's brow, and said sincerely: "The brows are really not frowned at all. It's really not raised by Xiaoniang. Come on, carry this hero down and buried him."

"You...ah!"

Lin Youxian was so scared by this sudden scene that he was so scared that he knelt on the ground with a "thump" sound, and his head kept knocking: "God of your life, General, spare your life, the little one is willing to surrender, the little one is willing to surrender!"

"Where are you!"

Zhou Shixiang ignored Lin Youxian who kowtowed, and pointed at the green camp soldiers who were still standing with a knife. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but there was no smile on his face. His appearance was really terrifyingly ferocious.

"Subsequent, I'll give in, I'll give in!"

"We are also Han people, and we are unwilling to help the evildoers for the Tartars. We are now receiving it from the Daming Army. We are willing to surrender!"

The soldiers who were still standing were determined to surrender, but they were not afraid of the two officers Lin Youxian and Wang Wu, who had not surrendered, had to stand up. Now, when they saw the Ming general waving his hand, they would chop the head of General Wang Wu to the ground. General Qian kowtowed on the ground like a soft egg. No one was afraid of death. Why did the Qing Dynasty bury them all "plop" and kneel down immediately.

Zhou Shixiang was very satisfied with the performance of the battalions. He nodded and his eyes slowly fell on the faces of the 46 flag soldiers. He could clearly see that these flag soldiers were not much stronger than the battalions. At this time, most people's faces were filled with fear. Looking at Zhou Shixiang's eyes on them, more than a dozen people were so scared that they immediately knelt on the ground and shouted that they were willing to surrender, fearing that the Ming army Qianhu, who had killed people without blinking, would attack them.

Seeing this, Zhao Quan, who was holding his broken arm and gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, ignored the injuries on the broken arm and pointed his other hand at the dozen flag soldiers who were kneeling down and surrendering, and cursed: "You guys who have no eggs, there are only Manchurian warriors who died in battle in the world. There are no Eight Banners men who surrender! Get up for me, get up like a man. Don't be like a foul guy, get up!"

However, no matter how Zhao Quan cursed and scolded him, the kneeling flag soldiers refused to get up. There were two flag soldiers who had saved their lives in the back mountain and even scolded him Zhao Quan, calling him no loyalty. If he hadn't blocked the road, the brothers would not have asked the Taiping Army to arrest him. Zhao Quan's blood-colored face suddenly turned ashen.

"Shut up, just shut up!"

Zhou Shixiang shouted violently. The flag soldiers immediately shut up obediently, leaving Zhao Quan staring at them angrily, as if he wanted to eat these people.

Zhou Shixiangqiang pressed his anger and looked at Zhao Quan up and down, and said sarcastically: "What are you a Manchu warrior? You are obviously a Han Chinese!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Quan felt as if he had suffered some great humiliation and started to blow up: "Bah! I, Prince Zhao Quan, had already been loved by him, and I had already entered the Eight Banners. I am not a Han Chinese. I am a bannerman. I am a bannerman!"

"So, are you determined to refuse to recognize your ancestors?" Zhou Shixiang laughed instead of anger, "It's a pity that even if you enter the Eight Banners, you are still a third-class Han and Eight Banners. In the eyes of the Manzhou Tartars, you are still a Han person!"

"I am a bannerman, not a Han man!" Zhao Quan's face turned red.

"Okay, Ben Qianhu will think you are a bannerman, but Ben Qianhu will not believe it. There are really only Manchurian warriors who died in battle and no surrendered Eight Banners men?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Shixiang turned around and took the musket from a soldier in the camp, pulled out the fire stick and pointed it at the fuse. But with a loud "bang!", Zhao Quan paused. He leaned to the left, but was hit hard on his right leg by the gun.

Zhou Shixiang threw the musket back to the soldiers on the side. He didn't even look at Zhao Quan who was struggling on the ground, but only asked the shocked flag soldiers who were still standing: "Do you kneel down?"

Tie Yi took another musket and handed it to Zhou Shixiang, who took it by Zhou Shixiang.

When he saw the musket pointing at him, he looked at Zhao Quan's miserable situation again. The flag soldiers were not afraid of death and could no longer be hard. They knelt down and shouted: "Subby, I wish to surrender, I wish to surrender!"

A flag soldier who had surrendered to Manzhou in the 12th year of Chongzhen did not kneel down. He felt a little distressed. The Ming Dynasty was over, and the Nanming was bouncing for a few days. If he really surrendered like this, he would probably be killed by the Qing soldiers in the future. But if he did not surrender, the Ming general in front of him would kill people. What's the good thing to do?!

After hesitating for a while, the flag soldier could not make up his mind. However, after seeing Zhou Shixiang lifting the muzzle with some impatient attention, he no longer had to think too much and suddenly fell down and kowtowed to mercy: "Small wish to surrender! Small wish to surrender!" He was trying to save his life first, but he couldn't really surrender these unsuccessful bandit soldiers, and they would find opportunities to sneak away in the future. However, he didn't know that most of the flag soldiers who were kneeling on the ground and shouting that they were willing to surrender were the same as him.

"Will this be done long ago?"

Zhou Shixiang turned his gaze to Zhao Quan, who was struggling but did not scream until the beginning. He was a little impressed, but he still said sarcastically: "You see, your companions have all kneeled down to surrender to the Qianhu family. There seems to be no Eight Banners Warriors who are not afraid of death among them."

"You bastards... you are not worthy of losing all the faces of your ancestors... You are the Eight Banners Warriors, you... These cowards! The thief is... if you don't kill them now... you will torture you to death to death!" Because of the pain, Zhao Quan's voice stuttered, but he was still panting and cursing.

"Are you really not afraid of death?"

Zhou Shixiang didn't want to see Zhao Quan curse people there. He just wanted to know if Zhao Quan was really not afraid of death.

"Pooh!"

Zhao Quan stared at Zhou Shixiang fiercely, and his eyes clearly told Zhou Shixiang: I just don’t fear death!

Zhou Shixiang sighed: "You are indeed a man. I will give you another chance. As long as you say you are a Han Chinese, I can not only not kill you, but also let you go. Do you want to say it?"

"snort!"

Zhao Quan turned his head and said nothing, his flesh on his face was twisted together, and he looked very scary.

Seeing this, Zhou Shixiang snorted coldly and didn't say much to him. He pointed the musket on Zhao Quan's left leg and lit the fuse. A few seconds later, the black muzzle spewed out deadly flames, and the lead that rushed out immediately smashed Zhao Quan's left leg to pieces.

"Well!"

Zhao Quan's left leg was blasted to the point of blood. Finally, he could not bear the pain and screamed. Sweat beads on his forehead were oozing, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to support himself. He didn't want these Han people to laugh at him! There is nothing scary about death, what is scary is that the reputation of the Eight Banners Warriors of Manchu cannot be lost by himself!

"Say or not!"

Zhou Shixiang ignored Zhao Quan's pain at all and asked him again with a blank expression.

Zhao Quan was really a tough guy, and he roared from his throat: "Don't say it! You hateful dogs and thieves, the Qing Dynasty will definitely wipe out you, hang your heads on the city gate and show them to the public, kill all your nine tribes, and let you die without a place to bury!"

"Bang!"

Another gun sounded, but this time it hit Zhao Quan's chest directly. With a gun, the flesh and blood flew across the chest, and blood was rising. In the blink of an eye, Zhao Quan stopped twitching and did not move.

"Come down and feed the dog!"

Zhou Shixiang gritted his teeth. He really couldn't imagine that a Han man would die for the Manchu people so wholeheartedly, and he couldn't imagine that a Han man would really not even recognize his ancestors and claimed that he was a bannerman and a bannerman!

After Zhao Quan's body was carried down, whether it was the camp or the flag soldiers, they knelt there and did not dare to move. Everyone on the Taiping Army soldiers on all sides were relieved, and they only regretted that the Qianhu had to leave the prisoners, otherwise the brothers would definitely chop these bastards into meat paste to sacrifice to the spirits of heaven who died!

"Qianhu, are you going to let them do it now?"

Shao Jiugongyin looked at the green camp soldiers sideways. He couldn't wait to watch Gao Yaocheng's good show again.

Zhou Shi moved his cheeks and spit out two words: "Take it!"

Wang Youxi, the Xiongwei Camp, said hesitantly: "Thousands of households, these people from the Han Army Banner have surrendered, are we?"

Zhou Shi showed a fierce look and said decisively: "No one left!"

Wang You was so happy that he didn't dare to persuade him again.

Zhou Shixiang ordered Shao Jiugong: "After the soldiers attacked, they were interrogated separately. Anyone who had killed our elderly and children would not be kept!"

Shao Jiugong was obeyed the order, and this is a matter of duty. Fighting on the battlefield, both sides of the enemy and us will not be a big deal, but it is time to kill unarmed old, weak, women and children.
Chapter completed!