General Shang Jianbao was so frightened that he had no hope of hiding in the yamen all day long like a woman.
Throughout the city, people were in panic.
At the critical moment, Deputy Governor Hengsong stood up.
After the defeat of Dangyang, Hengsong knew that the rebels would definitely attack Jingzhou, so he actively prepared for the war and trained the Eight Banners soldiers day and night. After Shang Jianbao did nothing, Hengsong immediately took over the important task of guarding Jingzhou.
He ordered all men in the city over the age of twelve, except those with disabilities, to go to the city to help guard the city, and they also had to learn archery and gun shooting every day.
The women were each given a sword handle, and they also went to the city to help defend the city at critical moments.
If the city is captured, women will use this knife to kill their children and then commit suicide to avoid being humiliated by the bandits.
They even ordered people to kill more than 300 special Han people in the city who collected excrement for the Manchus, shaved their hair, and swept the streets to prevent these people from taking the opportunity to cause chaos.
After Hengsong's arrangement, the originally scattered Eight Banners soldiers united and went to the city together, young and old, vowing to fight to the end with the Xinghan bandits outside the city.
Because if they don't do this, they have no way to survive.
When people know that death is coming, they are not willing to wait for death for the last chance of survival.
However, the Eight Banners of Jingzhou, which had been peaceful for nearly a hundred years, were not as decayed as the Eight Banners of the Capital. Nearly half of the flag soldiers could not draw a bow at all, and less than one-third were able to fire a musket. Their combat effectiveness was not to mention compared with the Xinghan Army, which had experienced hundreds of battles.
It's much worse than Green Camp.
As a result, many green battalions were unwilling to join the Eight Banners when they went on an expedition because they believed that the Eight Banners would hold them back.
The reason why it can be defended to this day is not the skills passed down from the ancestors, but the extremely tall and strong city wall built to resist Wu Sangui's rebels.
If it weren't for the tall city walls, the entire city would have been captured the day before yesterday.
The thousands of Green Camp soldiers captured by the Xinghan Army had been attacking for two consecutive days, with more than a thousand casualties. However, their sacrifices were not without value. There were various signs that the Eight Banners soldiers in the city were about to run out of ammunition.
Even the Han people standing on the wall of the outer city watching the excitement saw this. Some of the brave ones even shouted across the wall to the Eight Banners soldiers all over the city: "You can still do it, or if you can't, just surrender like Sun Tzu."
, call us Han people grandpa!"
When Gu Shidao, the commander-in-chief of the Xinghan Army, heard the cries of the people, he smiled with rare ease and felt a lot of emotion in his heart.
A few months ago, they, a group of "Han traitors" who always adhered to Han attire and did not want to be Manchu slaves, were still deep in the mountains, fighting life and death for the inheritance of the Han family. Now they have gathered tens of thousands to attack the Manchurian soldiers.
In this city, things are turning upside down so fast that it’s unbelievable.
And all of this is just because of the decision he made to preserve his bloodline.
No one thought that this decision would be the beginning of the Han family's return to their homeland.
Looking at Beijing from a distance, thinking about the fake Tatar son-in-law whom Yuan Guang despises, and then thinking about his own daughter, my heart felt soft for no reason.
It won't be long before he will be a grandfather.
A few years ago, he had twin Taiwanese grandchildren, but these two children died together with their parents at the hands of the Qing army.
When his eyes returned to the city again, the green soldiers who had cut off their braids to attack the city were shouting slogans and banging against the city gate.
The green soldiers climbing the ladder looked like ants.
The Eight Banners soldiers on the city counterattacked sparsely, and it looked like they might be able to break the city today.
If Supervisor Wen was alive in heaven, he would be smiling when he saw this scene.
The great-grandfather of the Gu family was Gu Qing, the deputy general of Wen Anzhi, the governor of the Ming and Yongli dynasties. The old governor left his last words before his death: "I would rather die than surrender to the Qing Dynasty."
At this point, Gu Qing led more than 3,000 soldiers and civilians to retreat into the mountains of Jinchuan. They lived with the locals, planted crops together, intermarried with each other, and continued to resist the Qing invasion.
A whole hundred years.
"After destroying the whole city, these green soldiers can be broken up and organized into various units. They can make up a division and be of great use."
Gu Shidao said this to his grandnephew Gu An.
If Gu Shidao is the first generation, his nephew Gu Mingyuan is the second generation, and then his grandnephew Gu An is the third generation.
There is only one man left in a generation.
In order to resist the Qing Dynasty, the Gu family paid the price of six generations and 314 people in a hundred years.
It was precisely because of the tragic sacrifice that Gu Shidao became the new leader supported by Jinchuan survivors after his father-in-law Wang Qiu who was killed by the Qing court.
Gu An nodded and asked: "Third Grandpa, we will definitely break the city today. What will happen to the Tatars inside?"
"Of course I'll kill them all!"
Wang Ang, the old scholar who surrendered in Yichang, gave the correct answer without thinking.
"Kill them all?"
Gu An, who was only nineteen years old, was a little frightened. There were tens of thousands of Tatars in the city, including many women and children.
"Young general, you must know that Tartars are no different from animals. In the past, scholar-bureaucrats talked a lot about morality, thinking that Tartars could be educated in benevolence and righteousness, making them envious of China and close to China. However, they did not know that Tartars were the most cunning and would attack them all the time.
The desire to preserve and destroy our China. If our China is strong, others will be afraid of it; if our China is weak, these people will take advantage of it.
Looking at the history of China for thousands of years, there were Wuhu in the past, Mongol and Yuan in the past, and Manchuria today. When they came to China, they did not talk about civilization, but only had a violent heart. They killed our bloody people, massacred our bare-handed people, and changed our clothes.
, to end my civilization, just to make me a slave and become his beast!"
The sixty-two-year-old academic scholar was very excited. He cupped his hands towards Commander Gu, who was more than ten years younger than him and said: "The invasion of China by Manchuria can be described as a catastrophic disaster for thousands of years. For us Han people, it is even more serious.
The crimes are too numerous to write down, so the students think that after the city is destroyed, they should massacre it, making this Jingzhou city the first city for the revival of the Han Dynasty, so as to awaken the people with lofty ideals in the world to unite to overthrow the Manchu Tatars!"
"Revival of the First City?"
Gu Shidao stared at the smoke-filled city of Jingzhou and thought of the words in the secret letter his son-in-law had someone bring to him.
Immediately and without any hesitation, he issued an order to break the city and leave the women but not the men.
Indeed, as Wang Lao Xuezheng said, the massacre of the whole city of Jingzhou will achieve the great cause of "driving out the Tartars and restoring China", which will have an effect that is difficult to achieve even with a hundred thousand soldiers.
No matter how tall the city walls were, the Eight Banners soldiers without medicine and arrows still could not withstand the intensive attacks launched by the Xinghan Army.
More than two hundred former Jingmen Prefecture garrison soldiers took the lead in climbing onto the city.
General Song Er chopped down an old Tatar who couldn't even stand firmly to the ground with one blow, and threw a young man who was crying and rushing to avenge his grandfather out of the city wall.
Before the boy's screams stopped, his body fell heavily to the ground. With a "plop", his head fell to the ground and shattered into a flower gourd.
The defeated Eight Banners soldiers lost their last fighting spirit. Many elderly Eight Banners soldiers sat paralyzed on the ground, allowing the Xinghan army to climb up from the crenels, and then their heads were chopped off by these former green soldiers who were red-eyed.
The city gate was finally knocked open, and a division of the Xinghan Army rushed in through the city gate hole.
In addition to the shouts of killing, what rang out from all directions were the cheers of the Han people in the outer city.
"It's over"
Hengsong tried his best, but the performance of the flag soldiers really made him despair.
Tens of thousands of people can't even defend a city!
These Eight Banners deserve to die!
"Your Majesty, this servant can't stand up to the Qing Dynasty!"
Hengsong, who struggled to jump down from the city wall, suddenly returned to the battlefield where his ancestors dared to chase thousands of Ming troops with just a few people.
The Manchus at that time were truly invincible warriors.
Hengsong's leap was like a signal flare, and soon, Eight Banners soldiers jumped off the city wall one after another.
"The Tatars are jumping, the Tatars are jumping!"
"One, two, three fucking, too many to count!"
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The Han people watching the battle were like watching a big show, admiring the scene of the city that suddenly isolated them a hundred years ago, ushering in the end under the sunset.
An old man with gray hair in the crowd suddenly burst into tears and murmured to the descendants around him: "Is our old house still there, is our ancestral hall still there?"