Surrounded by the Guards, Lin Chunhong arrived in Gaotang and was deeply shocked by the tragic battlefield!

This is not a battlefield, it is clearly the most miserable Shura Field. In the endless wilderness, there are broken limbs and broken legs everywhere, and dark brown blood everywhere. It is almost impossible to find traces of spears and swords on the ground except for riding a bow, and they are all inserted into various parts of the corpse.

The corpses have various postures. Some of them have twisted faces and curled bodies, and they obviously suffered severe pain before they died; some of them have been entangled with the Tartar corpses, which are obviously life-and-death struggles before they died; some of them have their mouths that are biting the Tartars' neck, and they can't break them even if they break...

Bloody nature! Bloody nature of the Han people!

Lin Chunhong gave a solemn military salute, was silent for a while, suddenly turned around and said to Song Xuezhu behind him: "I am asking for something for Lord Song!"

After Song Xuezhu fainted, he was immediately awakened by his left and right. At this time, he was like a walking corpse, and his face was pale and followed Lin Chunhong. After hearing Lin Chunhong's words, he was stunned and said, "Please tell me, Governor Lin!"

"The people who died in battle were all loyal and righteous men, and they were all good men of the Ming Dynasty. I also asked Lord Song to find the families of each warrior, send back the ashes, and give them forty great rounds of money! I will pay the money!"

Liu Zeqing, who was standing by, didn't feel anything about the tragic battlefield. He was just upset that he had lost 50% or 60% of the troops under his command, and was quite resentful to Song Xuezhu and Lin Chunhong. After hearing Lin Chunhong's words, Liu Zeqing cursed in his heart: "Damn, I ran to Shandong again to win people's hearts!"

Song Xuezhu bowed and said, "Governor Lin is kind-hearted, and I admire him. These are all my duties, so please rest assured. But Governor Lin gives this money..."

Lin Chunhong waved his hand to interrupt Song Xuezhu: "It's okay! Lord Song is given the reputation of the court or the reputation of the Shandong Provincial Governor, or the reputation of Lord Song, and I have no objection... I can't let the hearts of the warriors down!"

When Liu Zeqing heard "It's not cool down the hearts of the warriors", he suddenly felt aroused in his heart and felt a lot of emotion.

Yes, at the beginning of this dynasty, the Taizu took ruthless measures against the meritorious officials, and after a series of slaughtering, the remaining few were rare. During the Renxuan period, the civil administration was prosperous, and the military generals were at a lower and lower position. They were often bullied by civil officials, so that the dead could not receive pensions, the brave men could not receive rewards, and the heroic generals were depressed and even died in the writings of the swordsman.

The warriors' hearts were cold. Who would be willing to join the soldiers and eat food except those who were desperate? Not to mention the sense of glory or pride.

The combat effectiveness of the Ming army was getting worse and worse. When they saw the Tartars passing by, they did not dare to fight. Although these are not the whole reason, at least one of the main reasons!

Liu Zeqing was not without feeling anything and said softly: "You can't cool the hearts of the warriors!"

Lin Chunhong's ears were very good. He obviously heard Liu Zeqing's words and turned his head and said with a sigh: "The warriors sacrificed their lives and shed their blood. What they want is nothing more than the health of their families and not be bullied by the Tartars and the bandits. We cannot let the warriors shed blood and cry, and we must let their families live a good life!"

After saying that, Lin Chunhong said goodbye to Song Xuezhu and Liu Zeqing, saying, "Sometimes ago, Dorgon gathered tens of thousands of troops to try to fill the canal. The war has broken out. It is not convenient for me to stay for a long time, so I say goodbye!"

Song Xuezhu and Liu Zeqing were shocked when they heard that there was another big battle. Song Xuezhong asked anxiously: "How is the battle situation? Have the troops ever been enough?"

Lin Chunhong said: "You don't have to worry about the two. The Jingzhou army can handle it. If the governor is not as good as he expected, this battle will be the last battle in Shandong. The more than 3,000 warriors under his command are urgently needed to rest, so we won't work for the two of them this time. In addition, the remaining warriors are all the seeds of elite soldiers. Please use them well and they will become the pillars of the country in the future!"

After saying that, he jumped onto the war horse and wanted to turn his head and leave. Song Xuezhong and Liu Zeqing took the lead and followed two steps.

Lin Chunhong kicked the horse's stomach and shouted: "Please stay and train elite troops in the future, fight side by side, and make achievements for the country!"

After saying that, he led the guard camp to ride a horse and disappear into the vast yellow sand in the west...

Lin Chunhong did not lie, and the canal between Gucheng County and Dezhou was already in full swing. Within less than ten miles of Xizhengzhuang and Sinu Temple, Dorgon concentrated all the troops west of the canal and drove nearly 200,000 prisoners. From west to east, in Xizhengzhuang, Dayuzhuang, Beizhengzhuang and Sinu Temple, the canal was filled with four points. For a while, the navy and Dorgon fought fiercely, and this section of the canal was almost covered with smoke.

Dorgon was cunning and ordered Yuetuo's army to go back and forth on the east bank of the canal between the ancient city and Dezhou to guard against anyone. He also ordered the Tatars west of the canal to be two miles away from the canal, hiding far away from the range of the thunder cannon to prevent shelling. At the same time, Dorgon also divided the prisoners west of the canal into four teams, each dispatched two thousand prisoners in advance, and were guarded by four Niulu cavalry, digging earth and stones, loading them into a large cart, and then pushing them into the canal for filling.

The cart is very simple. Except for the slightly troublesome wheels, the other parts are simple because of the poor, and only one-way transportation is guaranteed.

Xizhengzhuang point to the side.

The captives had been plundered for many days, their energy and spirit were completely wiped out, and their heads were almost blank. Under the threat of Tartar whips, spears and sabers, they mechanically excavated the earth.

Such a low morale, the efficiency is naturally not much higher. For a quarter of an hour, a truck of earthwork was still not full. The Tartars were obviously extremely dissatisfied with the progress, and rushed forward like hungry wolves, waving their whips, landing on the captain's face, body and legs.

There was a barb on the whip and it was soaked in water. It was fine to hit the body, but if it hit the face, blood would splash everywhere. The prisoners rolled and screamed on the ground, extremely miserable.

When the prisoners who were not beaten saw this scene, they all speeded up their hands and filled the cart.

The Tartars used a whip to drive ten prisoners to push the carts and approach the canal. More than twenty carts lined up in a row, making squeaks, slowly approaching the canal.

After two or three hundred feet away from the canal, the Tartars rode on the war horse and waved their whips and forced the prisoners to speed up. The prisoners could not react and had no time to speed up, but were hit by the whip. In desperation, they dragged their heavy legs and pushed forward desperately.

The cart became faster and faster, and in the end, the captives all ran wildly.

Dozens of centipede boats were already on high alert, lined up in the canal. Li Mengshen also happened to be in Xizhengzhuang. Seeing the prisoners' unresisting resistance, Li Mengshen's face turned red with anger and cursed: "The boneless soft egg would rather be tortured to death by the Tartars than to resist!"

After saying that, Li Mengshen waved his hand and ordered: "Architecture, no difference between shelling, whether it is the Tartars or the captives!"

As soon as the words were finished, dozens of centipede boats trembled, and there were balls of fire on the side of the hull, dense smoke, and the violent bombardment sounded like the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, beating the hearts of the captives and the Tartars.

In just a few hundred steps, the flowering bullet arrived instantly, landed on the open space, landed on a simple cart, and exploded on the head of the Tartars.

"boom……"

Only 20% of the shells fell into the crowd accurately, but the damage caused by these shells was still huge. Countless prisoners fell to the ground, more than a dozen large trucks were smashed, and the soil and rocks on the trucks fell to the ground, turning into a small earth bundle...

ah……

The prisoners and the Tartars were rolling all over the ground, and the howlings completely collapsed the prisoners' fragile defenses, and they abandoned their chariots and fled in all directions.

The Tartars who were escorting the group of chariots naturally refused to give up these prisoners, and drove them to chase them one by one, killing them to the ground.

The prisoners who dug the soil and stones behind, as well as the prisoners who were waiting for the next group of departure, were stunned. The legs and feet became weak and they all sat down on the ground. The guardian Tartars rushed up immediately and whipped another whip.

On the battlefield, there was no sound of fighting, only the uninterrupted explosions and screams, which were extremely desolate.

The prisoners who pushed the cart in front were all cut and killed. The Tartars organized another group of prisoners to push the cart. I wonder if these prisoners were scared to death, or they felt that there was a glimmer of hope after pushing the cart. They were not afraid of artillery fire and pushed the cart to the canal desperately.

It's getting closer, it's only more than one hundred steps, but it's getting closer, it's only more than a hundred steps.

"Bang...bang..."

The centipede ship now does not need to move. Even the paddlers picked up muskets and joined the shooting array. Under the cover of the barrage, the unprotected prisoners were shot and fell to the ground, not knowing their lives or death. However, the escorted Tartars were wearing heavy armor and suffered minimal casualties.

Several large cars fell to the ground again, and the prisoners seemed to have forgotten their fear and pushed the cars faster and faster, just wanting to leave this terrifying place as soon as possible.

Another round of shooting began, and then another round. No matter how fast the captives ran, they were not as fast as the horses. So the musketeers on the centipede ship rotated for more than ten rounds, and the two large cars broke through the heavy blows and arrived at the canal.

With the impact, two large trucks were pushed into the canal, splashing waves of more than meter high, stirring the river water to the dimness.

The prisoners who transported the earth and rocks ran back, but were shot into a sieve by muskets and all died.

The escorted Tartars stopped moving around a hundred steps, and there were few casualties.

More than 20 large trucks, only two of them successfully dumped the earth and rocks into the canal. More than 300 prisoners were shot and killed. The efficiency of the Tartars filling the canal was almost ineffective.

However, the Tartars ignored this at all and drove more than twenty large cars onto a bloody road.

In this way, one round after another, countless prisoners died on a mere two-mile road, countless large carts were smashed, and countless earth and rocks were piled up on the road ahead, almost forming a small hill.

This is a massacre, a lively massacre, and the soldiers of the navy were so weak that they were crying. These are all compatriots!

However, they had no choice but to continue shelling, loading and shooting, and continue this massacre.
Chapter completed!