After the Qing army's southern expedition entered the territory of Xuzhou, they burned and killed many people. The Fengfei area had already been overturned, and within a hundred miles, it was extremely desolate and uninhabited.
The Jingxu towns in Shandong that once prospered along the canal have all become battlefield sites filled with thick black mist. After the iron hooves of the Manchus stepped on, the land that should have bloomed with life in early spring was left with only a land filled with
The gray wasteland smells of gunfire.
Only by going west can there be hope.
The thatch must be burned, the stone must be cut, and the people must be rekindled. Twenty-five miles in length and breadth will be wiped out, and no one will be left alive. The walls of Pei County were completely demolished, and the local people who could not escape, except for more than a thousand people, accepted
At the request of the shaving order, they surrendered and became civilians of the Qing army. The remaining more than 3,000 women, children, old and weak, all had their hearts dug out, skinned, dismembered, quartered, chopped with knives, cut into pieces, hung on beams, burned, buried alive, had their eyes gouged out, and their ears cut off.
...and then brutally kill him.
The cruelty of the Qing army's methods and the extreme ferocity of Dorgon have reached a point that neither language nor words can describe.
In such a brutal massacre, what shocked and angered the soldiers and civilians of Dashun even more was:
The people wielding butcher knives were not only Manchus and Mongols, but also a large number of them were the officers and soldiers of the Beijing camp who were still receiving royal food and pay from the Ming Dynasty last year!
Of the more than a thousand people who surrendered to the Qing army, half of them were forcibly recruited as civilian husbands, while the remaining half of the women and children were put through their hands with long ropes and strung together into a mile-long team, slowly following the Manchus south.
Behind the army.
And more people, more people, more refugees and refugees are fleeing to the west, east, and even to Xuzhou City in the south for survival and hope.
Seeing that the Qing army's siege team was imminent and the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Xuzhou City were at risk, Gu Kecheng chose to open the city gate.
"Intercept the Qing army's siege team...Buy time to let the refugees into the city!"
Neither Xu Du nor Yan Ermei were first-rate generals, so they had no choice. Looking at the hordes of refugees under the city who were in a panic and hastily betting all their hopes on the Dashun Army, Gu Kecheng once again chose to take action personally.
He had already been ranked as General Quan and Shandong Economic Envoy of the Dashun Dynasty. In the Ming Dynasty, his status was equivalent to that of a governor, or even as high as a supervisor. His status and power were compared to that of Sun Chuanting, a famous general in the Ming Dynasty.
Lu Xiangsheng and others are no less willing to give in.
But at the critical moment of Xuzhou City, when the refugees and front-line defenders of the Dashun Army needed him, Gu Kecheng immediately chose to come forward.
From this point of view, he is exactly the same as his old superior Liu Zongmin.
Warriors are not afraid of sacrifice, but are afraid of their honor being forgotten and discredited.
"All the swordsmen are staying in the city, and all the pro-junbiao soldiers are following me to attack."
Gu Kecheng pulled out his sword and held it upright in front of his face. From the light reflected from the side of the sword's edge, he seemed to see Liu Zongmin's appearance again.
"Chief Inspector, would you have thought about today? From the moment you fell, would Chief Inspector have thought that little tiger Li Laiheng would reach this point?
Perhaps everyone who has ever camped has never imagined that a group of border residents, farmers, postmen and miners like us would become so easily available all over the world.
Even people all over the world need to break into the camp and stand up to defend it.
What we seek and hope for is just the word fairness. If the Ming Dynasty cannot give us justice, we will rebel against the Ming Dynasty. If the Donglu cannot give us justice, we will resist to the end and let Dorgon
I know that the Chuang Army is completely different from the emperors and ministers of the Ming Dynasty."
Gu Kecheng's pro-junbiao soldiers had already opened Xuzhou's Beiguan City Gate, and under the shadow of two earthen walls, this group of cavalry filed out.
His bodyguards galloped to Gu Kecheng's side and said: "Your Majesty, the Donglu troops are coming overwhelmingly, ten times as many as mine. Do you really want to leave the city? The Prime Minister is the son of a rich man, so let us do it for you."
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The expressions on the faces of the guards were sincere and sincere, but Gu Kecheng only felt particularly amused.
"Who am I, Gu Kecheng, the son of a rich man? Today, Dorgon came from an empty country. If the Holy One had not been seriously ill and could not go on the expedition, then even the Holy One would have gone to the front line to fight hand-to-hand.
Do you know Commander Liu? Chief Commander is a hundred times more heroic than me, Gu Kecheng, but he died in Yiling before the invading army could enter the sea.
How can I, Gu Kecheng, have the nerve to settle in the rear? Am I worthy of the commander-in-chief who sacrificed his life heroically?
Now His Highness the King of Jin has come to Xuzhou with an army of 100,000 people. We only need to hold Xuzhou City for a while. No matter what other plans Dorgon has, whether it is Nanming's navy warships or Donglu's armored cavalry, I dare to
He said that even without Gu Kecheng to take charge of the overall situation, Xu Du and Yan Ermei could still hold Xuzhou City until the King of Jin arrived and wiped out all the barbarians."
Gu Kecheng put on the iron helmet by himself, slowly put down the visor, and finally kissed the sword in front of him. Under the strange and terrifying iron mask, Gu Kecheng let out the words that he had felt for a long time since Liu Zongmin's death.
A hearty laugh that I haven’t had in a long time:
"For the people, it is for Dashun. When all the rebel armies were suppressed and eliminated by Hong Chengchou, Lao Wansui once said that the world will surrender but not the invaders.
The Chuang Army has always been like this, we have always done what is right in our eyes. For this reason, there is no harm in dying on the battlefield!
What's more, today we went out of the city to fight back against the Japanese cavalry, and we were able to save many refugees and civilians. This situation is much better than the embarrassing situation when the commander-in-chief died in the past!"
Liu Zongmin's sacrifice saved Li Laiheng.
Thinking of this, Gu Kecheng felt that the fate of the Chuang army seemed to have changed from that time on. After the Battle of Yilingzhou, the Chuang army rushed into the land of Henan and won every battle ever since. In more than three years, it swept across the country.
It controlled half of the Ming Dynasty, and even today, in the face of the powerful Donglu offensive, it still retains several provinces south of the Yellow River, an army of 300,000, as well as countless supplies and unimaginable mobilization potential.
Huge power is still hidden in the heart of Henan and Hubei. The further time goes forward, the greater the advantage of the Shun Army will become.
"We will not lose! Kill the prisoners!"
Gu Kecheng put down his sword and rode forward. Xuzhou City is not big, but it is strong enough. On the edge of the outer wall of the city wall, the thick forts and earthen cities just built by soldiers and civilians are low, but they look like a mighty army of tens of millions.
Nor can we surpass the majesty of the past.
The pro-military soldiers rushed through the suspension bridge, Feiyun Bridge and the defense battle of the Liucheng camp, which delayed the Qing army's advance and allowed Xuzhou soldiers and civilians to dig trenches in various forts and earthen walls several times deeper.
The Manchu cavalry, which were shouting strange languages, had already rushed over. Gu Kecheng put on the Yangwu sword used in cavalry battles, and the pro-military knights around him were also fully armed.
The Xuzhou garrison's cavalry was small in number, but with their fearless spirit of sacrifice, they were not afraid of any enemy attack.
The huge group of refugees ran against the direction of the Shun army's cavalry charge, towards the open gate of Xuzhou City.
Countless Shandong people in ragged clothes rushed past Gu Kecheng in embarrassment. These refugees didn't even have time to turn around and look at Gu Kecheng's appearance, and they didn't have any time to thank the cavalry team for saving them.
Gu Kecheng was pleased with this. It would be ridiculous if time was wasted and the rescue of the Shunjun cavalry was ineffective.