Chapter 0255 on Huangquan Road

The winter ocean, the vast view of white waves, is relaxed and happy from afar. Although there are no flocks of seabirds, there is a kind of silent beauty.

However, this is naturally not a day suitable for fighting the waves. The piercing sea water can freeze people with a cup of tea. Groups of Dahua soldiers who rushed into the cold sea soon felt the cruelty of the winter ocean.

The rumbling horseshoe behind him drove most of the soldiers out of the sea, just back and forth, and there was no more living Dahua soldiers on the beach. The winding blood red of thousands of corpses turned the beach that had just faded away from the tide or the wet beach.

The Jianzhou iron horse, who slowly shuttled down on the beach, lowered his knife and gun and tilted his head to look at the sea coldly. At this time, the morning sun rose slowly. This was the first sunny day after many days of wind and snow. In the still cold sunshine, the armor of the cavalry reflected the cold light, and the knives and guns in their hands and even on the horses' hoofs were stained with blood. It is eye-catching in the sun.

In the sea, desperate cries shook the sky, and countless arms provoking white flowers in vain on the sea. People who are not familiar with water have begun to sink, and their tight hands leave only one ripple on the sea. Even people who are familiar with water can never swim out of this cold and bone-chievous sea. The collective sea burial of more than 10,000 people, although there is no sword or shadow, is more desolate and tragic than the flesh and blood flying. The beach was gradually full of Tsars. They all looked at the tragic scene in the water so silently, did not laugh and scold, and did not reach out to rescue. Just like this, they stared coldly.

A pair of Dahua soldiers' hands disappeared into the waves, and the sound of crying and cursing gradually weakened. In the end, only the tide was left to hum. In the cold eyes of the Tartarsars, there were only a few black spots on the sea, which were the few people with the best water were struggling to die.

Finally, there is only one black spot left. A wave flashed, and the black dot appeared tenaciously into the sea again. This is a young soldier. The broad-border military cap with Dahua characteristics has long disappeared, but even after the test of siege hunger and desperate escape, the hairpin of this young man with 20 heads is still tight and neat, but his young face has turned green. Gray, his arms were almost powerless to swing, and on his gray face, a pair of young eyes reflecting the black tide-like figure of a tidal figure on the beach were burning with angry flames. Struggling and struggling with the last trace of strength, the young man suddenly jumped out of the water and looked up to the sky and shouted, "Bitch Tartar, I'm waiting for you in the hell..." Then, like a falling boulder, the young man fell straight down to the water and never floated again.

There was silence on the beach, only the sound of waves and the occasional hissing of horses. The Tak soldiers still looked at the sea so coldly, as if the people who did not see the sinking did not hear the last cry. At this time, a corpse has gradually floated on the sea, more and more. With the ups and downs of the waves, it gradually gathered all over the bay, quietly, as if floating in the sea and fell asleep.

The melodious horn sounded, echoing from north to south as last night. Tens of thousands of Tatar cavalry were still not much noise. They turned the horse's head, hit the horses in all directions, and gradually converged into a stuffy thunder. Soon, on the originally crowded beach, there were only countless footprints and thousands of flesh and blood models left. The corpse.

Blood blended into the tide and gradually converged into wisps, like winding soft arms, deep into countless bodies sleeping in the sea, entangling, soothing, and telling the friendship and nostalgia for life.

In Songshan City, the East Gate, which was closed after the breakout team left the city, was never opened again. Even if they watched the Tasars chase and cut the backward Dahua soldiers away, they were still closed. What no one noticed was that the west gate facing the direction of the Tazi camp quietly opened a gap after everyone's attention was focused on the east, and a man sneaked out of the city and went west until it disappeared in the front camp of the Tah. When the sky came out of white light, the sneaky figure quietly returned and entered the city silently.

The sky was getting brighter. In the handsome camp in the center of the city, Hong Chengchou seemed to have never moved, so he sat and meditated until dawn. Opposite Hong Chengchou, Zhuo Fan leaned against a soft satin pillow found from nowhere and fell asleep in the Taishi chair, snoring slightly, which was very sweet.

disturbed by the bright light on the window lattice, Hong Chengchou woke up from meditation and looked up to see Zhuo Bufan sleeping beside a flower that couldn't help shaking his head and smiled bitterly. This powerful general was extraordinary, which was really not comparable to ordinary people. After sighing, Hong Chengchou's tired and distracted eyes showed a trace of firmness. He got up and moved his muscles and bones, making a sour bone joint sound.

Zhuo Fan's eyelids moved and woke up slowly with a yawn. He didn't know when he fell asleep. In his dream, he leaned against a soft body, just like he had been in a snow nest in recent days. However, there is no warm and dry here in the snow nest. This feeling is really comfortable.

Rubbed his eyes and saw Hong Chengchou in front of him. He was refreshed. It seemed that there was no need to say anything more.

At this time, outside the city, the west gate, the Manqing camp, a large piece of felt cloth on the red-clothed cannon has been removed, and the gunner has begun to clean up the barrel with the same wooden lever plug. In front of the gun position, there is a neat and dense square array of black-pressed tartars, and the triangular military flags of different colors are neat and orderly, and behind the gun position are several rows. The cavalry of the column, among which the yellow flag cavalry is in the middle, and there are as many iron horses under the yellow flag alone.

The horn sounded, and tens of thousands of people moved together. In front of the infantry, the shield soldiers held up a heavy shield and walked towards the still towering wall in the sound of neat steps. Behind him, the neat artillery array was ready, and the torches in the hands of the gunners had been lit, but until the infantry entered the arrows, they still did not fire, as if they were waiting for something. What's more surprising is that the artillery of Dahua at the head of Ximen City also seems to be dumb.

Finally, the thick and closed gate opened a gap, and then quickly opened. Suddenly, this tight defense prevented the Qing army from opening its arms to the army of the Tari army for more than a year.

In the gate, a group of Dahua soldiers with white cloth quickly ran out and removed the debris such as horse-block piles in front of the gate. At this time, the road leading to Songshan City was no longer blocked.

A tsunami-like cheering rose from the Tsarist army. Behind the Tazi infantry, the cavalry under various armies suddenly accelerated and rushed over, quickly surpassing the infantry and went straight to the gate. Until the cavalry pioneer rushed into the gate, on a dirt slope behind him, with a big yellow triangular flag floating on top of a soft and thick fur wooden barbar, a man in a yellow robe about 40 years old put down the Western mirror, breathed a sigh of relief, and then coughed violently.

"You, remember that you need to capture Hong Chengchou and depress Shengjing." The man finally stopped coughing and gave an order to a large group of officers who were bowing and waiting. Then he looked at Songshan City with a complicated expression and whispered, "This time It's over. Let's go back to Beijing."

Immediately, the man leaned against the high fur behind him and slowly closed his eyes.

At this time, a general dodged out and bowed respectfully and asked, "My emperor's power is to annihilate Dahua's elite. However, this Songshan City..."

The man didn't open his eyes, was silent for a moment, and finally said, "Take it down."

The flying triangular yellow flag gradually moved north, followed by the iron horse of the yellow flag that had never attacked. A vast line bypassed Songshan City and disappeared in the northeast.

At this time, the sound of killing in Songshan City was already full of knife light and blood.

Under the leadership of the Dahua soldiers with white towels on their arms, the cavalry soldiers of the first to rush into the Terran Brigade quickly broke into the inner city in all directions. Along the way, they only defeated the Dahua team that blocked the way and did not stop, and faintly enveloped the center of the city. Then, a large number of satar infantry entered the city and began to follow the cavalry's route to suppress the city-states. At this time, there were cries and screams all over the city.

The Dahua army in the city fell into extreme panic. From the beginning of the siege of the city, the commander-in-chief camp did not issue a military order, and did not hear the sound of artillery at the head of the city, but suddenly saw the Tatar soldiers all over the city. At this time, everyone was stunned and could no longer organize a decent resistance. Occasionally, some small teams responded in a hurry and were scattered by the sharp cavalry of the tartars, and the soldiers and horses in front of the tartar army were actually Dahua's soldiers and horses.

Some troops stationed in the city only subconsciously prevent the enemy from attacking the commander's camp with their survival instinct. In the commander's camp in the center of the city, a middle-aged general with a knife and two young sergeants in personal protective clothing came out of the closed hall in the middle of the night. One of the sergeants was still quite small and handsome.

Standing in the courtyard, Hong Chengchou held a treasure knife and looked at the more than 100 guards who were nervously arranging the last line of defense relying on the courtyard wall. Zhuo Fan, who had changed into Dahua military uniforms, and a flower followed him with bare hands. Not far behind, there are seven people dressed in personal uniforms but holding strange weapons standing quietly. It is the seven masters of the Hidden Camp who have been hiding nearby.

Not long after, a bloody lieutenant rushed in and saw Hong Chengchou kneeling and crying, "Your Excellency, it's over. Xia Chengde, a dog, has defected to the enemy. Lord Qiu died in battle, Lord Wang and Lord Cao were captured, and all four doors were broken. Now, the Tatar is surrounding here, my lord!!"

When Hong Chengchou heard this, the blue veins on his forehead flashed, and the treasure knife in his hand trembled slightly. He glanced at all his people and said word by word, "Be a hero for life and a ghost hero when you die! Brothers, today, I will go to Huangquan together, which is not lonely!"