When the city fell, Ding Guotai, the prefect of Jingzhou, did not flee into the city like the frightened Eight Banners soldiers. He knew that once the city was breached, no matter how big the city was and no matter how many houses there were, it would be nothing more than a prison, which would only allow him to survive for a while at most.
Lord Ding can't bring down thieves.
His family was favored by the emperor. His grandfather served as the governor of Jiangsu during the Kangxi period, and his father served as governor of Jiangxi. Although he was only the prefect of Jingzhou, he was only forty years old, so he might not be able to become a local official like his father and ancestors.
Unfortunately, with the destruction of the city, his path of progress came to an end.
Seeing those Manchu soldiers with white braids jumping off the city one after another, and seeing those former Green Camp soldiers with shaved heads frantically slashing at the Eight Banners soldiers, Mr. Ding's heart really ached.
He was unwilling to give in, his heart was bleeding and in pain.
However, what he saw in front of him was beyond his control. He could only stumble and walk on the city wall. There was only a desperate voice in his mind. It was over. Everything was over.
"That one is an official!"
In the distance, the Youxing Han army discovered Master Ding in the official uniform of the prefect. They rushed over excitedly to capture the prefect alive.
But at the moment when the soldiers of the Xinghan Army rushed closer, Magistrate Ding mustered up the courage to walk under the crenel, stuck his buttocks out and climbed up the crenel, and then looked at the group of people who were saying the same thing as him, but wearing completely different clothes.
Xing Hanjun cursed angrily: "You are a traitor, the Qing Dynasty will never let you go!"
The lingering sound still lingered in my ears, and the prefect's body quickly fell downwards.
Applause came from the distance: "You jumped, I won! I said the prefect has the skills!"
"Where does this bullshit prefect get the courage?"
The person who lost the bet reluctantly handed the coin to the winner.
"Hurry up and kill him, then follow me to the city!"
Ma San, a rural warrior who was recruited by the government from Xiangyang to encircle and suppress some bandits, worked with his companions to push a Manchu Eight Banners soldier from the crenel into the city. He picked up the spear leaning against the wall and looked at him excitedly as he had never seen before.
Passed all over the city.
When they were forced to attack the city by the Xinghan Army the day before yesterday, Ma San and his fellow villagers were very scared because the soldiers of the Eight Banners of Manchuria were very scary.
Unexpectedly, these Eight Banners soldiers didn't have many more heads, and they would still call them father and mother when they were cut with a knife.
If I had known that the Manchus were so inexperienced, Ma San would have been able to gather a crowd and wash out the whole city!
Thousands of bald green soldiers rushed into the city. The Xinghan Army had no restrictions on them. Even if the higher-ups required that women be retained but not men, when the actual order was conveyed to the grassroots, even the most loyal to Marshal Gu
None of the direct line officers of Jinchuan were willing to comply.
The hatred is really too great.
The green battalion soldiers who rushed into the city and the Han army chased and killed the fleeing Eight Banners soldiers. Some people did not know how many Manchu Tatars they had killed, but some people remembered them clearly.
Because every time he killed a Tatar, he would cut off the other person's braid and tie it around his waist.
The Manchurian soldiers did not resist and allowed themselves to be slaughtered. However, what was surprising was that the Xinghan Army encountered strong resistance from the Han people.
Thousands of Han Baoyi took up arms when their master fled in panic and lost his mind, and fought fierce street battles with the Xinghan Army that poured into the city.
A slave under Sly's banner actually shouted in Chinese: "I am a Han, not a Tatar, don't kill me!"
When the soldiers of the Xinghan Army who rushed up were stunned, these cunning coat slaves suddenly took out short daggers from their sleeves and from behind their backs, and rushed towards the soldiers crazily, stabbing their vital parts repeatedly.
Some people even shouted with red eyes: "You damn traitorous Han people, why do you want to rebel against your master? Why do you want to rebel against your master!"
The stupid behavior of these Han clothing slaves angered the Xinghan army, so that in the end, many women who should have survived were mercilessly killed.
The city was filled with blood, the streets and alleys were full of blood and corpses, and screams and cries ebbed and flowed.
Before the Xinghan Army attacked the general's Yamen, General Shang Jianbao of Jingzhou trembled and sealed the Yamen gate with his own soldiers, and then took his wife and children to his study.
A fire took away Shang Jianbao's family, and also destroyed the Ming Dynasty Prince Xiang's Mansion.
The killing continued all night.
At dawn the next day, Gu Shidaofang, the commander-in-chief of the Xinghan Army, led his men into the city. What they saw was a city full of corpses.
The smell of blood in the air did not make the Confucian commander feel any discomfort. He just ordered: "Have someone clean it up and burn the body as soon as possible to avoid plague."
Preliminary estimates suggest that there are at least 20,000 dead bodies in the city. If they are not dealt with as soon as possible, such hot weather will definitely cause decay and lead to a plague.
"After the city was cleaned up, a list was made to calm the people, and the people were told that the Han army was the army to revive the Ming Dynasty. The people were restored to the clothes of the Han family, and all the original houses in the city were returned to their original owners as long as their ancestors left certificates."
Mr. Wang, who had just been temporarily appointed as the magistrate of Jingzhou, hurriedly wrote down all of them, and then asked what to do if someone didn't want to be braided and restore the Han family's clothes.
"Those who have hair are obedient people, and those who have no hair are refugees. Our army is still weak at present, so there is no need to force people to have their hair braided. Those who take the initiative to have their hair braided will be exempted from taxes for one year. Officials and scholars who have braided their hair and come to join us should be cited.
Come meet me."
After arranging this matter, Gu Shidao was about to ride his horse to the still burning Jingzhou General Yamen, but his eyes were attracted by a lying corpse not far away.
If he saw it correctly just now, the body seemed to move.
Although Gu Shidao, who had been reading the books of saints since he was a child, had a tough side, he also had a Confucian side of generosity. He sighed slightly and led the person over. Regardless of whether the person was a Manchu or not, as long as he could be saved, he would be given a way to survive.
The soldiers stepped forward and turned the body over, revealing a young face.
His body was hit by muskets in many places, and he looked very pale due to excessive blood loss.
"Let's see if there's any hope,"
Just as Gu Shidao was about to ask someone to treat the young man, the young man's eyes suddenly opened, filled with hatred and anger.
Due to the severe injuries, his body could not move. His mouth was opening and closing, but his voice was very low, and blood was constantly flowing from the corners of his mouth.
Gu Shidao wanted to know what the young man was talking about, so he got off his horse and squatted down to listen.
But the young man murmured: "Master, master, you have approved, I will be a bannerman from now on."
The eyes of hatred were motionless, losing all their brilliance.
Thousands of miles away in the East.
Academician Shu Hede, who led hundreds of Cangzhou Man soldiers and palace guards to Linqing without stopping, was stunned by the scene before him.
In front of the city gate, the heads of the main cadres below the leader of the thieves, Wang Lun, were lined up on a long table.
Jia Jiashikai, who was dismissed as Prime Minister and Minister of Military Affairs of Shandong Province, stood in front of the long table with a solemn expression, as if he had fought an unprecedented defeat.
The head of the thief leader Wang Lun was charred black because it was burned by the fire.
The heads and faces of the others were still clear, but they were all cold under the hot sun.
On the top of the city, military flags fluttered gently in the breeze.
The peasant uprising closest to Beijing during the Qianlong dynasty was suppressed by Jia Liu himself.
However, the Qing Dynasty's misfortune really came.