The city of Guilin was in chaos, with shouts of death and clashes of weapons everywhere.
The rebellious Green Camp soldiers fought together with the counter-rebellion Fu Biao soldiers. The two sides clashed fiercely and fought.
On a narrow and crowded street, two armies collided head-on!
The fighting was extremely fierce, with spears and bayonets slashing, and countless arrows flying overhead.
People kept falling to the ground and dying miserably!
The green battalion soldiers who cut off their braids and revolted, relying on their superior strength, like a torrent, rushed towards the governor's Yamen.
Countless soldiers and horses charged forward one after another!
These rebellious green soldiers showed considerable combat effectiveness in hand-to-hand combat with cold weapons.
The back is pressing against the front, the sword and gun are against the back, and they are constantly charging forward. Their resilience is amazing!
The performance of the pacesetters was also not bad. They were well-trained and fought in formations, constantly deploying fresh troops to the front in order to stabilize the battle situation.
The streets, which were not spacious to begin with, were filled with the corpses of soldiers from both sides!
Blood soaked into the cracks of the stone road, and broken limbs and arms were everywhere.
The smell of blood is tangy!
Lu Maode kept pacing in the lobby of the governor's Yamen, listening to the bad news coming from below, his old face became more and more gloomy.
A heart is also sinking, sinking, sinking again, until it sinks to the bottom!
The rebels were getting closer and closer to the governor's office, and no news came from the soldiers and horses sent to seize control of the city gate.
Although the three thousand soldiers in Lu Maode's hands were brave and good at fighting, they could not take advantage of the Green Camp rebels who had several times the strength advantage.
In the chaotic battle in the city, the three thousand soldiers were completely suppressed and at a disadvantage!
This was even before the Ming army entered the city!
Once the rebels joined the Ming army and entered the city, Lu Maode could not imagine how bad the situation would become.
The faster and faster pace showed Lu Maode's increasingly anxious mood.
Looking at the blazing Guilin City outside, he felt despair from the bottom of his heart!
At this moment, a soldier ran in crying and reported.
"Sir... Sir, something bad has happened. The eldest son has died in battle..."
In order to ensure the absolute loyalty of the three thousand Fu Biao soldiers, Lu Maode handed over Fu Biao to his eldest son Lu An, who had been by his side, to lead him.
When a melee broke out tonight, Lu Maode's son immediately led troops to the governor's office to protect his father.
Then, he was sent by Lu Maode to fight against the rebels for control of the city gate.
Now that the bad news came, Lu Maode felt like the sky was about to collapse!
Originally, no news came from the other side of the city gate, so he could still have some thoughts in his heart.
Now that the exact news has come, Lu Maode is left with only despair in his heart.
Wen Xu was riding on horseback, wearing a set of heavy cotton armor with a layer of chain mail underneath, and charged forward with his own soldiers.
As the horse rushed back and forth several times, his whole body was covered with blood, as if he was a bloody man fished out of a blood pool.
On the strong body of the war horse, large beads of blood rolled, dripping with sweat, and spattered on the stone road.
Broken flesh and blood still hung in the gaps in the armor, and the sword in his hand had already cut into the gaps.
But even so, Wen Xu still showed bravery and personally led the team to charge forward, shouting loudly.
"Brothers, follow me and kill!"
"The Ming Dynasty King is about to enter the city, and now is our last chance to show off!"
"Kill the Qing captives and achieve great success!"
"..."
The shouts of killing were loud on the battlefield, and the green battalion soldiers were suppressed and kept retreating.
At this moment, there was a sudden roar from the direction of the city gate.
Huge flames shot straight into the sky!
The city gate hole that Lu Maode had blocked with sandbags and bricks was blown open by the Ming army with a large amount of gunpowder.
In an instant, earth and rocks flew, and smoke filled the sky!
A huge ball of fire appeared in front of everyone!
The earth and rocks that were smashed into the sky fell down with a crash, and the smoke and dust lingered for a long time.
The next moment, shouts of death rang out.
"Kill!"
"Kill the prisoners!"
"Drive out the Tartars and restore China!"
"..."
Countless Ming soldiers poured in from outside the city. Zhu Hong's red armor was still eye-catching even in the dark night.
The sword and gun armor reflects a thick metallic luster!
The Ming troops entering the city, led by the surrendered Green Camp, shouted to kill and headed towards the battlefield where fierce fighting was taking place in the city.
Get ready to win in one fell swoop!
The flag of the Ming Dynasty has been flying over the city of Guilin.
But the battle in the city continued, and as time passed, the waning moon slanted to the west and drooped a little.
The sky turned white, and golden sunlight shone on the earth.
The dragon flag swept slightly under the morning breeze, carrying a rather strong smell of blood.
The Ming army entering the city rushed towards the Qing army facing them like tigers entering a flock of sheep.
Groups of soldiers of the Liberation Army wore breastplates, carried muskets with bayonets, and marched forward in order.
They formed a strict square formation, marched along the streets to the beat of drums, and fought towards the Qing army in front of them.
"Fire!"
The commander gave the order.
Bang! Bang bang! Bang bang bang!
Amidst bursts of crisp musket fire, countless lead bullets were fired at the Qing army facing them.
Under the neat three-row firing of the Ming army, the Qing army in front of them fell to the ground like wheat.
The model soldiers of the Qing army could not bear to be massacred one-sidedly, so they took the initiative to charge towards the Ming army.
Amidst the shouts of killing, the crowd surged forward desperately!
The Ming army's response was still quite simple. The musketeers held back and did not fire, waiting to put the incoming Qing army close to their faces.
Pull the trigger and fire a salvo.
After the volley, a bayonet charge was launched!
The fierce and skilled Guangxi soldiers were defeated in the blink of an eye in front of a neat forest of bayonets.
Countless defeated soldiers abandoned their helmets and armor, turned around and fled.
On the battlefield, the Ming army continued to advance towards the governor's Yamen bit by bit.
The defeat of the Qing army became more and more obvious, and the resistance began to become weaker and weaker.
A large number of Qing troops were suppressed near the governor's office and surrounded by Ming troops and the Green Camp troops in the city anyway.
As the Ming army sent men to persuade them to surrender, some of the Fubiao soldiers who had been determined to resist gradually began to stand up and throw away their weapons and surrender to the Ming army.
…
Lu Maode was sitting in the lobby, wearing official robes neatly.
Wearing a red hat on his head, covering his money rat tail, coupled with the bookish air all over his body, made him look a little dignified and majestic.
Rather than being funny or vulgar!
Hair style has a great impact on appearance. To give a typical example, no matter how good-looking a person is, they cannot withstand the disasters of the Mediterranean...
In front of Lu Maode, there was a stretcher.
There was a corpse lying on the stretcher, and the white cloth covering the body was stained red with blood.
There is a faint smell of blood in the air!
He is Lu Maode’s eldest son!
Looking at his eldest son's pale, bloodless face and holding his cold hand, Lu Maode already had a death wish in his heart.
Listening to the closer and closer shouts of killing outside, Lu Maode sighed and gave instructions to his followers.
"Let's go. You should escape. If you can't escape, surrender to the thieves. I think you can save your life."
The attendant looked hesitant and asked.
"Then...what about you, sir?"
Lu Maode waved his hand and said.
"If An'er is left in Guilin, I will go to Guilin too!"
"You can't call my An'er to walk alone on the Huangquan Road..."