Han’s Son is Not a Slave

This exclamation blew up the nest, and both officers and soldiers in the brigade cried and fled away from the brigade. The scene was like a sudden burst of a dam that had resisted the surging river for more than ten days and nights. It was really out of control.

This matter cannot be undone by manpower. Obai also gave up the last futile effort, and followed the master with Goshha. Without the command of the generals, the chaotic Qing army brigade staged the most terrible tragedy in the world. In order to leave the brigade as soon as possible, the Qing army began to kill each other, even the Eight Banners of Manchuria waving knives at each other. This team is no longer an army, but a group of beasts for survival. Beasts can do anything.

The poor people who are wrapped in the crowd can't see or hear anything now. They just subconsciously push down the person in front, and then they are pushed down by the person behind. One foot stepped on one body after another, and there were people piled up in layers in a ditch that was less than three feet deep. Those who were pressed down didn't even have the strength to cry for help, and they couldn't even make a sound. When everything settled down, the Taiping Army dragged out more than 400 corpses alive from this ditch. There were men and women, old and young, officers and soldiers. Everyone's eyes were sticking out. It seems that it will explode at any time, their lips are black and black, and they are all crushed to death and suffocated to death.

Wang Fuchen rode his horse and stood in the middle of the road. Official hats were scattered all over the ground. All kinds of winter beads and tops fell at his feet in a messy manner. Under the hoofs of the horse, he stepped on a yellow jacket.

Wang Fuchen was very unwilling, and he took another step slowly. When he finally dispersed the crowd in front of him and rushed here, the golden banner had already disappeared.

In the fields on both sides, there were crowds of people kneeling, including the Qing army and the common people. Under the hoofs of the Taiping army, they did not even have the courage to cry. The ownerless warhorse ran aimlessly in the wilderness.

"It's all taken."

Wang Fuchen knew that it was impossible to catch up with Shunzhi, so he ordered his subordinates to start sweeping the battlefield with the prisoners. Wu Erte and the others still refused to give up, so they came over and asked Wang Fuchen to allow them to continue their pursuit north. Wang Fuchen swept the warhorses that were frothing when they stepped off, and refused their invitation to fight. Wu Erte and the others burst into tears right away. Wang Fuchen knew why they were crying, but he did not comfort them.

"Why are we crying, we are still alive! As long as we are alive, our relatives will be fine! If something happens, we will avenge them!"

The military officer Abiji roared, Wuerte and the others wiped away their tears, nodded to each other, and went down silently to cooperate with the Taiping army to clean up the battlefield.

Wang. Fuchen looked at these rebels full of soldiers, snorted coldly, and then he was refreshed, very invincible.

"Go, report the victory to the commander, and say that my horse scorpion has picked up a great deal!"

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Thousands of miles away, under the city of Xi'an, the battle flags were densely covered, and the drums were loud.

Wu Sangui, dressed in military uniform, stood in the open with his eldest son-in-law Xia Guoxiang and second son-in-law Hu Guozhu and advisor Hu Yuxuan. Wu Sangui looked into the distance, and the city of Xi'an stood majestically in the distance. Thinking that this was the ancient capital of the Han and Tang Dynasties, he couldn't help but feel passionate in his heart.

Hu Yuxuan also said with emotion: "This Xi'an is a treasure land of feng shui!"

Wu Sangui nodded and said with a slight smile: "If it is not a treasure land of Feng Shui, why is it the ancient capital of the Thirteen Dynasties?"

Hu Yuxuan thought of something, but sighed: "It's a pity that this place is a treasure of feng shui."

Xia Guoxiang was greatly puzzled and asked, "Why did Mr. Hu say this?"

Hu Yuxuan shook his head and said, "It's not a pity that Li Zicheng was the capital of these thirteen dynasties."

Xia Guoxiang disagreed: "Although Li Zicheng is a thief, after all, he is called an emperor. Since he is an emperor, it is not a pity to make Xi'an the capital."

Hu Guozhu said: "Although Li Zicheng is an emperor, but he has no capital, rises quickly, and defeats faster. In terms of his potential, he is far inferior to the emperors of Xi'an who established the capital in all dynasties."

Hu Yuxuan agreed with Hu Guozhu's words, he said: "Xi'an is extremely powerful and takes advantage of Feng Shui. If Wang Ye can succeed, he would choose it as the capital. I just want Li Zicheng to also make this capital, which is inevitably not beautiful."

"Mr. Hu's words are wrong. As the saying goes, people are outstanding and the land is spiritual. People do not come from the earth, and the land is spiritual because of the outstanding people! The prince is just like the sky, and it goes without saying that there are several schools in Weihai that can be blocked, how can you be so arrogant Are you unhappy?"

Although Xia Guoxiang and Hu Guozhu were both warriors, in terms of temperament, he was more like a pure warrior. He only judged heroes based on strength and weakness, and did not like other fake things, especially the things of scholars, and what Feng Shui said.

When Hu Guozhu saw Dalian's words, he echoed: "This is true. Since ancient times, the words of outstanding people have been coaxing people, so how credible is it?"

"How can it be coaxing people?" Hu Yuxuan didn't like to hear this, he said: "If the earth has a spirit, how can it be controlled by people? If the earth has no spirit, how can it be controlled by people? Spirituality and immortality are not determined by outstanding people, but by their feng shui.”

Xia Guo asked him on the contrary: "Since this is the case, isn't the Fengshui treasure land in Xi'an degraded because Li Zicheng has passed away, and it can no longer be called a treasure land?"

Hu Yuxuan shook his head again and said, "My original intention is not to point out what's wrong with Xi'an, but that Li Zicheng's affairs are not good, there seems to be a shadow, and it's always bad luck."

Hearing this, Wu Sangui changed his face, but did not speak. Hu Yuxuan's words undoubtedly spoke to the bottom of his heart, and after listening to Hong Chengchou's advice, he took the risk and entered Sichuan to seize Hanzhong. wuxiaspot.com~ Who doesn't want a good start? Today, Xi'an is in the palm of my hand, and the sun is just around the corner. I originally thought that Xi'an would be better than the barren Yungui, but I think that when Li Zicheng was in Xi'an when he was the capital, he fell so quickly after entering Beijing. It makes you uncomfortable.

When everyone saw Wu Sangui's face, they didn't speak, but a voice came from behind: "Brother Hu's words are absurd!"

Wu Sangui looked back, but it was Fang Xianting.

Seeing Fang Xianting, Hu Yuxuan asked him with a smile, "Why did Lao Fang cut off my words?"

Fang Xianting pointed to the city of Xi'an, and said, "Li Zicheng's failure is not because of the decline of his power, nor because of his feng shui, but because of the wrong timing!"

Wu Sangui was stunned when he heard this, and was about to ask in detail when he heard cheers coming from the city, and couldn't help but look down the city. Moments later, Zhao Liangdong, who had led the Shaanxi-Gansu Green Camp to join the cast, ran on horseback and told Wu Sangui a piece of good news—Xi'an General Su Bai sent people out of the city to accept the surrender!

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