"Brothers, hold on, hold on" "You can't retreat, you must not retreat, and you have to resist the tartar when you die" "For your wives and children, for your fathers and mothers, fight with the Tartars, fight with the Tartars" "There aren't many Tartars, brothers, hold on, as soon as the morning dawns, reinforcements from the Thousand Households will come to our rescue." “” Although Song Xianggong has been in the bandits' den for so many years, he is still a powerless talent, so although he has a knife in his hand, he has not rushed to the front to fight with the Qing soldiers from beginning to end.
However, he was not afraid, let alone ran away, but stood on a high platform that everyone could see, and kept waving his knife and shouting at the Taiping army below who were desperately resisting, cheering them up and bringing them hope.
The Qing army also found Song Xianggong on the high platform, and there were banner soldiers who fired guns on the high platform, but they were far away, and the guns did not hit Song Xianggong, who also continued to stand up and command the battle after a short period of lying down.
Witnessing this, the whole rear camp was in good spirits.
I have to say that Song Xianggong's existence at this time is like a needle in the sea, although he did not personally go into battle to fight with the Qing soldiers, but his existence is visible to everyone, and his voice is also heard by everyone, which is the biggest tranquilizer for the old and young people in the rear camp who have been hidden in extreme panic and are unwilling to ambush them.
Throughout the ages, the courage of a general who leads a leader is the soul of an army and the courage of an army.
Will be, the soldiers are there "Brothers, fight with the Tartars, fight with the Tartars" "Kill the Tartars" More than 300 men from the Taiping Camp gathered from all over the country desperately resisted the attack of the Qing army in front of them, and one after another bravely fell in a pool of blood, but one after another rushed forward.
Their bravery and sacrifice successfully blocked the pace of the Qing army's advance, and also won a respite for the rest of the Taiying army, and even more for those old and weak women and children who fled from the back mountain.
In front of the mountain, the Qing army had already launched an attack on the mountain, and Zhao Sihai still divided a team of 100 people to reinforce the back mountain when he led his troops to defend it.
The general flag of the team is Zhao Hu, who was born as a bandit in Daqiao Mountain, and he was also injured in many places at this moment, but he still gritted his teeth and rushed to the back mountain for reinforcements.
More than 200 women hid in the forest of steles, or climbed high on the steles, or hid in the shadows, holding stones and throwing stones at the Qing soldiers.
The strength of the women is not very large, and the stones will not cause fatal injuries to the Qing soldiers after they are thrown out, but the flying stones that come over like hidden arrows still cause great trouble to the Qing army.
In the chaotic battle, the flagmen's firearms could not give full play to their advantages, and they could only use long knives to slash and kill like the battalion soldiers.
In addition to the more than 30 people who were killed and injured by the Taiping army's earth-shattering thunder, more than 10 Qing soldiers were injured by the Taiping army who desperately resisted in the chaos.
However, with the passage of time, as the Qing soldiers gradually concentrated, the numerical advantage of the Taiping army was gradually neutralized, after all, the weapons in their hands could not compare with the Qing army, and their combat skills were even worse than these beasts who had been killing people for months.
More and more people fell, and the number of Taiping troops around Song Xianggong was less than 100, but including Song Xianggong, they still did not retreat, but were nailed there.
The men had no hope of surviving, and they only hoped that their struggle would hold off these beasts for a while longer, and that they would be able to hold out until dawn.
Many people are thinking about the same question before they die: when will the reinforcements of the thousand households come over, and whether their wives and children can hold out until the moment when the reinforcements arrive.
"your old man, I want the life of the master, let's go in the next life" In the crowd of fighting, a young man holding a firewood knife in his hand was particularly dazzling in the crowd, this young man was Pan Mengzi who was sent to the prison for death because he accidentally injured the master's son, after he was exchanged from Deqing Prison that day, because he was young and too thin, Zhou Shixiang did not let him stay in the team of dead soldiers under Chen Mo, but sent it to the back camp to be placed by Song Xianggong.
In the rear camp of the Taiping Army, Pan Mengzi ate his stomach full for the first time, so he was willing to follow the Taiping Army with all his heart.
On the way south of the camp, Pan Mengzi signed up for the security guard, not because he wanted to get ahead, but because he wanted to repay the favor. repay the Taiping army for giving him a full meal.
The wooden gun that was originally issued to Pan Mengzi had been destroyed in the breakout battle a few days ago, and this firewood knife was found in the firewood room of Yutai Temple, in order to make this rusty firewood knife sharper, Pan Mengzi sharpened it on the stone for a long time until the blade of the knife was shiny.
At this time, the wood knife was covered with blood, and the wooden handle became loose due to excessive force several times, and the blade seemed to suddenly fly away from the wooden handle at any time.
Pan Mengzi has never been killed, he has seen dead people in the breakthrough battle a few days ago, but he has not killed anyone, and the broken wooden gun is still caused by falling to the ground and falling to the ground.
Tonight was his first real battle, and his first killing.
What is the feeling of killing, Pan Mengzi has long forgotten, he only knows that he did hit the chin of a Qing soldier with a firewood knife, and he clearly heard the screams of the Qing soldier, but no matter how he feels now, he can't tell what it feels like to kill.
The situation did not allow him to calm down and experience the taste of murder, let alone give him time to reminisce.
There was a swarm of Qing soldiers everywhere, and he had to keep swinging his wood knife and chopping it down, although this action did not allow him to kill the second Qing soldier again, but it gave him enough security.
Swing the knife, slash, swing the knife, slash The repetitive movements again and again made Pan Mengzi's arm sore, and it also made his mind numb, until he felt his arm sink violently when he swung the knife again, and when the tiger's mouth was also shaken to the point of pain, there was a light in his eyes.
I killed two Tartars, I killed two Tartars Pan Mengzi couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, and an unknown wild cry came out of his throat.
Blood was splashed on his face and body, and his whole body seemed to rise from the blood.
And in front of him, a burly Qing soldier was holding his head and screaming miserably, under the light of the fire, everyone could see clearly, the head of the Qing soldier had been opened, and blood and milky white brains flowed down his face.
The battle continues, the fighting continues, and the death of one Qing soldier will not affect the pace of the rest of the Qing attack.
The sound of the horn below the mountain is getting closer and closer, and the shouting of killing from the bottom of the mountain is getting louder and louder. oshow7 t1706231537: