"Brothers, hold on, hold on!"

"You can't retreat, you must not retreat. Even if you die, you must withstand the Tartars!"

"For your wife and children, for your parents, I fought with the Tartars, and fought with the Tartars!"

"There are not many Tartars, brothers, hold on. As soon as the sky is dawn, the reinforcements of Lord Qianhu will come to save us!"

“……”

Although Duke Xiang of Song had been in the bandit's nest for so many years, he was still a scholar who was powerless. Therefore, although he was holding a knife in his hand, he did not rush forward to fight with the Qing soldiers from beginning to end. However, he was not afraid, nor did he run away. Instead, he stood on a high platform that everyone could see, and shouted loudly at the Taiping Army who was fighting to the death below, cheering them up and bringing hope for them.

The Qing army also discovered Duke Xiang of Song on the high platform. A flag soldier fired guns at the high platform, but it was far away. The gun did not hit Duke Xiang of Song. The latter also stood up and commanded the battle after a brief lie down. Seeing this, the upper and lower camps were full of energy.

It has to be said that the existence of Duke Xiang of Song was like the Dinghai Dinghai Sword. Although he did not go into battle with the Qing soldiers himself, his existence could be seen by everyone, and his voice could be heard by everyone. This was the greatest calming medicine for the old and young people in the Hou camp who had already fallen into extreme panic and were unwilling to be killed. Throughout history, the courage of the generals who led the army was the soul of a army and the courage of a army.

The general is here, the soldiers are here!

"Brothers, fight with the Tartars, fight with the Tartars!"

"Kill the Tartars!"

More than 300 Taiping Camp men gathered from all over the place desperately resisted the attack of the Qing army in front of them, one after another bravely fell in a pool of blood, but one after another rushed forward one after another. Their bravery and their sacrifices successfully blocked the Qing army's rushing forward. They also gained a chance to breathe for the rest of the Taiying army everywhere, and also gained a glimmer of vitality for the elderly, weak, women and children who fled the back mountain.

In front of the mountain, the Qing army had already launched an attack on the mountain. While Zhao Sihai was leading his troops to defend the death, he still divided a team of 100 people to reinforce the back mountain. The general flag led by Zhao Hu, a bandit from Daqiao Mountain. At this moment, he was injured many times, but he still gritted his teeth and quickly reinforced the back mountain.

More than 200 women hid in the monument, either climbed onto the high monument or hid in the dark, holding stones to smash the Qing soldiers. The women's strength was not very strong, and the stones would not cause fatal injuries to the Qing soldiers after they were smashed out, but the flying stones hit like hidden arrows still caused great trouble to the Qing army.

During the chaos, the flag soldiers' muskets could not play their advantage. They could only use long swords to kill like the battalion soldiers. In addition to being killed and injured by the Taiping Army with a thunderbolt, more than a dozen Qing soldiers were injured by the Taiping Army who fought to the death in the chaos.

However, as time passed, as the Qing soldiers gradually concentrated, the Taiping Army's numerical advantage was gradually offset. After all, the weapons in their hands were not as good as those of the Qing army, and their combat skills were even worse than those of these beasts who had been killing people for many years.

More and more people fell down, and the number of Taiping soldiers surrounding Duke Xiang of Song was less than a hundred, but including Duke Xiang of Song, they still did not retreat, but were nailed there tightly. The men had no hope of survival. They only hope that their own struggle could hold these beasts for a longer time and could persevere until dawn.

Many people were thinking about the same question before they died: when will the reinforcements of the Qianhu Lords come here, and whether their wives and children can survive until the moment the reinforcements arrive.

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"Don't you. If you want my life, you'll be in the next life!"

Among the fighting crowd, a young man holding a hatchet in his hand looked particularly dazzling in the crowd. The young man was Pan Mengzi who was sent to prison for death because he accidentally injured his master's son. After he was exchanged from the Deqing prison that day, because he was young and too thin, Zhou Shixiang did not let him stay in the team of death soldiers under Chen Mo, but sent him to the back camp and handed over to Song Xianggong for resettlement.

In the Taiping Army's rear camp, Pan Mengzi ate his stomach full for the first time, and therefore was willing to follow the Taiping Army wholeheartedly. On the way to the rear camp, Pan Mengzi signed up to join the security team. The reason for doing this was not because he wanted to make a name for himself, but because he wanted to repay the kindness and the kindness that the Taiping Army gave him.

It turned out that the wooden gun sent to Pan Mengzi was broken in the breakthrough battle a few days ago. This hatchet was found in the woodshed in Yutai Temple. In order to make the rusty hatchet sharper, Pan Mengzi grinded it on the stone for a long time until the blade shone brightly. At this time, the hatchet was covered with blood, and the wooden handle became loose due to excessive force several times. The blade seemed to suddenly fly away from the wooden handle at any time.

Pan Mengzi never came to kill. He had seen dead people in the breakout battle a few days ago, but he did not kill people. The broken wooden gun was caused by falling to the ground. Tonight is his first real battle and his first killing.

Pan Mengzi had long forgotten what the feeling of killing was. He only knew that he had indeed hit a Qing soldier in the chin with a hatchet, and he could clearly hear the screams of the Qing soldier. But no matter how he felt it, he could not tell what it felt like to kill. The situation could not tolerate him calm down and experience the feeling of killing, and would not give him time to recall. There were Qing soldiers rushing everywhere, and he had to keep swinging the hatchet and then chop it down. Although this action did not allow him to kill the second Qing soldier again, it gave him a sense of security.

Swing the knife, slash, slash...

The repeated movements made Pan Mengzi's arms sore and numb, and also made his mind numb. Until he felt his arm sinking violently when he waved his knife arm again, and his tiger's mouth was shocked and hurt, there was a light in his eyes.

I killed two Tartars, I killed two Tartars!

Pan Mengzi couldn't help but feel excited, and an unknown scream came from his throat. All his face and blood were splattered, and his whole body seemed to be climbing up from blood. In front of him, a burly Qing soldier was holding his head and screaming. Under the light of the fire, everyone could see clearly that the Qing soldier's head had been opened, and blood and milky white brains flowed into his face.
Chapter completed!