Nanming Engineer

Chapter 353 Wu Sangui ran away

The street fighting in the city did not last long. Meng Qiaofang overestimated the loyalty of her men. When the two main streets were filled with the dark figures of the Ming army, the Qing army's resistance basically stopped.

Except for the vicinity of the governor's office and Mancheng in the northeast corner of the city, the entire city of Xi'an soon fell into the hands of the Ming army. The residents were frightened by the battles and closed their houses tightly. He also picked up scissors and kitchen knives, and took the time to cut the braids of himself and his family, lest the Ming army would settle accounts after the fall.

After all, the Qing government kept their hair without braids, and all the people wore rattails and shaved their Yin and Yang heads. When Daming came back, I heard that people with braids would beheaded when they saw people with braids. Braids go.

Meng Qiaofang's personal army camp was loyal. They protected Meng Qiaofang's hundreds of vehicles while resisting and retreated towards the east gate. Bleeding out, dying like a mad dog.It was inconvenient to form a formation on the street, and Wang Yongqiang's Ming army was unable to give full play to its superiority in numbers for a while, allowing Meng Qiaofang to leave the north gate safely.

After running out of the north gate, Meng Qiaofang breathed a sigh of relief, and looked back at the city of Xi'an, which was full of beacon fires, secretly startled, thankful that she finally acted quickly, robbed her family's wealth, and saved her life.

When Hahamu died in battle, Meng Qiaofang saw it from afar, and he immediately turned around and ran back to the governor's mansion, loaded the small household items he had packed in advance into the car, and ran away.

The convoy ran wildly out of the city, and ran into a group of people before taking a few steps.

This group of people fled in a hurry, and judging by their clothes, they turned out to be Wu Sangui's Liaodong Army.

Behind these people, a large group of cavalry is rolling in pursuit. The hooves of the Mongolian horses are rumbling, the ground is trembling, and the armor of the knights on the horses is shining, and the long knives and halberds in their hands are shining coldly. It turned out to be Mingjun.

Meng Qiaofang lost her mind, grabbed a fleeing Liaodong army and asked urgently: "Whose subordinates are you? Where is the Ming army chasing?"

The sergeant was stabbed to the neck with steel knives by several soldiers from the pro-barracks. If he didn't answer, his head would fall to the ground. Although he was terrified, he had no choice but to reply patiently: "We are General Xia's subordinates. When the city was broken, General Xia took us Withdrew from the north gate and planned to escape from the east gate, but unexpectedly within five li of the city, they encountered a cavalry army from the Ming army ambushing us, and killed us all in one burst!"

Ming army brigade cavalry in ambush?

Meng Qiaofang's back felt cold, and cold sweat broke out immediately. She stared wide-eyed and looked ahead. The smoke and dust all over the sky were getting closer, and the long swords in the hands of the Ming army cavalry were clearly visible.

Seeing that Meng Qiaofang didn't ask any more questions, the sergeant was about to run away, but was caught by Meng Qiaofang again, and forced to ask, "Where is General Xia? But he died in battle?"

The sergeant looked at the pursuers angrily and rolled his eyes: "No, no, King Pingxi has reinforcements to pick up General Xia."

Meng Qiaofang's eyes lit up immediately, and she stood up on the horse's back immediately, and asked hurriedly, "Really? Where are King Pingxi's soldiers and horses now?"

"Gone," the soldier replied.

"Leaving?" Meng Qiaofang was in disbelief, her face that had just recovered from her spirits darkened again, and her heart felt heavy as if being oppressed by a huge boulder.

"King Pingxi's army just picked up General Xia. They didn't fight the Ming army, and the Ming army didn't chase after them. They just chased and killed us scattered soldiers." Seeing the Ming army getting closer, the sergeant's eyes became more frightened, and he hurriedly Shouted: "My lord, you should run away too, it will be too late!"

Meng Qiaofang was stunned as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and the sergeant ran away and disappeared in a short while.

"Sir, what should we do?" The generals of the personal barracks were guarding Meng Qiaofang. Although these people were not afraid of death, when death came, fear and fear were instinctive physiological reactions. The Ming army cavalry was like destroying the world. The shock of the group charge was so extraordinary that ordinary people would have fled in terror.

Meng Qiaofang let out a miserable laugh, shook her head lightly, took off the iron helmet she was wearing on her head, threw it away, dismounted from her horse and untied her sword, and said to everyone around her, "If you want to run away, let's go, if you don't want to run away, do whatever you want." I surrender, there is no other way."

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When night fell, the war finally came to an end.

The huge city walls of Xi'an City fell into the hands of the Ming army, and the remaining Qing troops in the city were wiped out. The air was filled with a mixed smell of blood and gunpowder smoke. There were corpses everywhere, blood flowed all over the ground, and the wounded were still alive. People are groaning, thick smoke rises from the burning buildings, and the cruelty of war is nakedly exposed in the moonlight.

Among them, the northeast corner is the most conspicuous. There used to be a tall inner city with walls as high as five feet and a circumference of five miles. It is a city within a city built by Meng Qiaofang after she took over Shaanxi. The people living in it are all women. People of other nationalities such as real people and Han people are not allowed to enter.

Now a large section of the inner city wall has been blown down, as if it had been kicked by a giant. The high wall has turned into ruins. Bodies are scattered above and below the city. Broken limbs and broken arms are everywhere. It is more densely packed than the outer city. It was much higher, which showed how cruel the fighting that happened here was.

Walking along the stone-paved street, every house on both sides of the cross-shaped street is burning, the smell of burnt meat accompanied by the choking smell of smoke is everywhere, and the flying ash rises into the sky, like fireflies in the night sky Generally flying around.

Wang Huan solemnly stood outside the inner city, looking at the fire all over the sky, in a trance. Although the high temperature of the fire burned his body, he remained motionless.

Wang Yongqiang had already taken off his armor. His left arm had been chopped with a knife, and the bones were visible. The doctor put a bandage on it and hung it around his neck.

"Master Marquis, there are 320 three households in the city. No one has escaped. They have all been slaughtered." Wang Yongqiang reported respectfully. The blood stains on his face had not been wiped off, making him look a little ferocious: "Since the chief held his head high, There are 59 Tatar officials below Hamu in Bangzhangjing, all of them have heads, and their heads have been treated with lime, waiting for the death of the marquis."

"Household 320? Are there any children?" Wang Huan didn't look back and just asked.

"Yes, kill them all." Wang Yongqiang replied, his expression unchanged, as if he was saying a very normal thing: "No matter old or young, male or female, no one was left alive."

In the war of troubled times, killing and being killed are all in the backhand. There is no right or wrong, only victory and defeat.

Wang Huan closed his eyes, looked up to the sky, the muscles on his face twitched, as if he was thinking about something unpleasant.

He thought of Yangzhou, the killing scene in that bustling city, the unknown stone hill on Wuchang Road, and the look in the eyes of Huo Dahai, a fireworker monk who was cut in half and fell off the cliff.

Vividly before the eyes, as in front of the eyes.

Wang Huan felt a tingling sensation in the corner of his eye, which made him blink hard, and a crystal teardrop slowly flowed out.

(End of this chapter)