"Stay steady, keep calm!"

At the Fifth Town A Brigade Tour School, Shaanxi native Shangguan Yunjie slowly retreated with pain with the help of his personal guards. Since the battle between the A Brigade, there are less than 2,700 soldiers left in the entire brigade. Looking at the bodies of the subordinates who fell on the battlefield, Shangguan Yunjie felt very distressed.

It is said that when a soldier eats a slaughtered rice, he must have the awareness of a slaughtered rice when he chooses to eat this slaughtered rice. But when so many familiar subordinates and comrades died in front of him, Shangguan Yunjie still couldn't accept it. His waist was shot by the Qing army's arrow branches, and the wound was very deep, and the arrow was still in his body and could not be pulled out. His brows were frowning, not knowing whether it was because of the pain in the wound or because of the defeat.

Since its establishment, the fifth town has always won battles, but today it has suffered such a defeat, with far more casualties than previous battles. Shangguan Yunjie's heart was bleeding. He really couldn't accept that the soldiers he had worked hard to die on the land of Jiangbei.

Opposite, a team of Qing cavalry drove thousands of infantry to slowly press up. Perhaps they were afraid of the retreating Arctic Brigade's firearms, and these Qing soldiers were not very advanced. Even if the Manchu and Mongolian cavalry supervising the formation urged them, the battalions and soldiers deliberately slowed down. Perhaps in their opinion, this battle had been won. As long as the remaining Taiping gangs were driven into the village, they would be trapped to death and starved to death. There was no need to fight with them at this time. In the battle just now, the powerful combat power shown by the Taiping Army not only surprised the Manchu and Mongolian soldiers, but also scared the battalions. No one wanted to chew the hard bones, and they had to take their lives to chew them.

The Qing soldiers did not dare to come up, and Shangguan Yunjie was also a little calmer. What he was worried about now was that the Qing soldiers bit it up desperately, so that the remaining soldiers of the A Brigade would not really retreat into the village. However, this state did not last long. When another large group of Manzhou cavalry under the red flag arrived, the Green Camp soldiers finally let go of their steps under the pressure of Manzhou soldiers and Shangguan, shouted and rushed towards the Taiping Army.

"Let me go!"

When Shangguan Yunjie saw the Qing army rushing up, he asked his personal guard to put him down. He stabbed his waist in the soil with one hand, held the knife firmly, raised the other hand high, and shouted to his subordinates: "Brothers, Qingdog is coming up again. They want us to die. If you don't want to die, fight with them!"

"Fight, fight!"

The remaining soldiers of the Brigade A roared in unison. They had no way out and had no choice. When the commander ordered the killing of Qing prisoners, the Taiping Army had no room for surrender. Now, they either died in battle or repelled the enemy and returned alive.

Zhang Minghu, a soldier who joined the Taiping Army after being captured in Guangxi, was a veteran. He served as the Ming army in Guizhou, the Daxi army, and later became the Qing army. Later, he became the Taiping army. Over the years, his companions have almost died, but he is still alive. In this chaotic era, Zhang Minghu has seen through everything. Everything is fake, and living is the most important thing. Otherwise, you can be a great official and make a fortune. You will be cheaper to die!

"Pooh!"

Zhang Minghu spitted out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, wiped his mouth with his bloody hands, and then looked at his companions around him who were shouting to fight with the Qing army. He actually sneered in his heart, but after the sneer, he sighed. He understood that these people were not stupid or really not afraid of death, but that they had no way out.

Thinking of the Qing army captives who were burned to death at the mouth of the Bian Family River, Zhang Minghu trembled and then "sn't a damn man, that dog coach forced me to death!

"Fight with the Tartars, fight!"

Zhang Minghu raised his spear high, staring with his big eyes and roaring almost roaring. Even though his heart was trembling, even if his legs were shaking, he was still roaring. He didn't want to die, he wanted to live, so he could only fight to the death. He didn't want to be burned to death, he didn't want to be chopped off his head, and he didn't want to be buried alive! He also wanted to go back alive to ask for a wife and pass on the incense from the old Zhang family.

The roar suddenly became quiet, and the two sides stopped shouting for killing each other as if they had a tacit understanding. At that moment, it was like the calmness before the storm, and it was terrifying. Then it was like a tide hitting the shore, and two big waves rushed together.

"Open fire!"

Shangguan Yunjie's voice sounded, and more than 300 muskets fired, one round after another, and there were corpses in front of the formation. However, more Qing troops rushed up under the pressure of Manchu and Mongolian soldiers, and finally the dense sound of guns stopped. The smoke filled the guns, and the long and short weapons were intertwined. The moment the two sides handed over, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The Qing soldiers and the Taiping Army wanted to take each other's lives, as if they were not humans, but pigs and sheep. They all wanted to survive. For these ordinary soldiers, whether it was the Ming or Qing dynasty, they did not care about whether they were compatriots or whether they were slaughtering each other, nor did they care about Emperor Zhu, but they only wanted to make profits.

This benefit is the benefit they can bring to their relatives, and the benefit they get from their lives. Without this benefit, you are the emperor who comes to promise them a lot of benefits. As long as they can't touch them, they will still chop up the emperor when they become cruel.

The profit of the Green Camp was the benefit given to them by the Qing Dynasty, and the benefits of the Taiping Army were also the benefits given to them by their commander. If they wanted to get the benefits forever, they had to work hard, and now neither of them had a way out.

The Manchu and Mongolian Tatars in the rear watched the soldiers of both Han people fighting bloody battles, with swords and spears, and rolling on the ground with each other with daggers to stab each other's opponents, with the stones they picked up to smash, and with the hands full of mud to pick each other's eyes.

Mo Luohong and Esen looked at the scene in front of them and showed a knowing smile. Chang Adaye put down the Qianli Mile Mile Mile Mile and smiled at the left and right Goshha: "The Han people in the Green Camp are still useful. The more Han people there are, the longer the country of Manzhou people can be. Sometimes, I think about it, it was the right thing that Mr. Dorgon did at the time, so Manzhou would have to use Han people to work hard for us. After the death of Mr. Wang, the people of Ji Du looked at the profit in front of him, but they always wanted to instigate the emperor not to use Han people, but they didn't think about it. Without these Han people, how many children in Manzhou could withstand such bad battles."

Goshha cooperated tactfully, "Your Majesty Bell is right. These Han people are very useful. If you give them a bone, they will not recognize their ancestors, but only those of our Qing Dynasty."

"When I can become a prince again, I must tell the emperor the benefits of using the Han people."
Chapter completed!