At 8:55 in the morning, the Battle of Zhuozhou came to a close. Guiziliu had put down his telescope with great satisfaction. The handsome flag of Fuqing in the distance had become an isolated island, crumbling under the heavy siege of the army.
"Catch the ones alive, I need the Fuqing alive..." Guiziliu ordered that the rebels were not allowed to use hand mines and other weapons of mass destruction, and only the most primitive cold weapons were allowed to fight!
After Zaicheng arrived with reinforcements, he asked in confusion, "Father! Let me bring two heavy machine guns up there. With more than a thousand people, can't the battle be settled with just one round of strafing?"
"Ignorant!" Guiziliu glared at him, "Anyone can die in this battle, even my fifth brother, but Fu Qing can't die!"
"He is Xiao Letian's uncle. There is no need for us to have a deadly feud with him! Are you trying to say that the Qing Dynasty is not afraid of the Chinese? Of course, I am not afraid either. No matter how powerful Xiao Letian is, his troops are limited, and the Hua The tribe’s population is only tens of millions!”
"But... the Chinese control the power of industry after all! My banner is to safeguard the Eight Banners and restore the Qing Dynasty. But I am not a fool. How can I not understand the benefits of this industry?"
"The airship in the sky just chased me, forcing me to move back and forth. Why is this? This is power, our irresistible force!"
"Back then, our ancestors had thirteen pairs of armor and they started to fight. Everyone said what's the use of thirteen pairs of armor? Haha, that's what idiots who don't understand at all said that..."
"Thirteen sets of Ming Dynasty's exquisite armors, against the surrounding tribes wearing animal skins, do you think they are invincible?"
"The opponent's bow and arrow shoot over, and at most they get stuck in the gaps in the armor. When the horse is sprinting, one knife can change a life. Our ancestors are only slightly injured, and the opponent who is knifed will be finished immediately!"
"That's what war is like. Our warriors are only injured but not dead. After two months of nursing, they are full of vigor and vitality... Only in this way can we defeat them one tribe after another, and then many tribes can be gathered together to form the revival of the Jurchen tribe! "
"After the Jurchen tribe was revived, the Eight Banners' military system was reformed. Only then can we continue to seize the armor, swords and red cannons produced by the Han people!"
"With a steady stream of supplies captured by the Han people, we can once again conquer the Haixi Jurchen tribe, the wild Jurchen tribe, and the Koreans who are as stupid as sticks... and even the Mongolian tribes that were unparalleled in the past!"
"We are all convinced. Our Eight Banners will be invincible in the world. Only then will we be able to find opportunities to enter the pass and win the world!"
"Silly boy, you have to remember that the productivity of the Han people at that time was incredible. We couldn't produce those armors, swords, and ordnance at all!"
"Without such productivity, our world would be ruined!"
"Now that Westerners have higher productivity, they call it industry... shouldn't we abandon it if we don't need it? Do you think we Manchus are as stupid as the Han people who study hard?"
"Don't pay attention to the nonsense of those Han scholars. They only know how to grow crops and nothing else!"
"The captured Fu Qing will use terrazzo-like skills to make him surrender... In the end, we still have to industrialize together with the Chinese. We can't lose the industry of this little bastard Zaichun!"
"Go! Take the 50,000 fresh troops you sent up and directly attack Fuqing's main formation... You kid has also gained some credit. How about convincing the crowd?"
Zai Cheng was convinced. He saluted Ama and then urged his horse forward, "The whole army is pressing forward to capture Fu Qing alive... After the last battle, let's have a celebration banquet!"
Kill...kill...kill! The 50,000-strong army rolled up a cloud of smoke, bypassed the airship's shooting area, and went straight to the Fuqing Central Army, which had more than 1,000 people left!
At this moment, Fu Qing's face was covered with blood, and his eyes were so red that he couldn't open his eyes. Sweat mixed with plasma rolled down his forehead, and his eyebrows could no longer stop it.
Blood fell into his eyes, and the sky and the earth were red. His hands were shaking and he could no longer hold the sword. He ordered his soldiers to tie the sword tightly in his hand with a cloth strip!
The sky and the earth were blood red, and the dark enemy army in the distance formed a vague shadow and rushed up. Fu Qing suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hahaha... Hahaha... Brothers, my incompetence, Fu Qing, has exhausted the whole army!"
"Hahaha... I thought I could take my brothers home with me, but I was wrong. I'm afraid I won't be able to take you home today. I can only take you to the underworld!"
"The war has come to this point. Brothers have done their best for the Qing Dynasty. The court has seen your loyalty! But there is no point anymore. There is no need for you to die together!"
"I, Fu Qing, died in front of the battle. None of you should follow me... After I die, you should surrender! Guiziliu will not be crazy enough to kill prisoners!"
"Commander Fu! What are you talking about?" The generals around him were furious.
Fu Qing shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "You are different from me. You have not received much favor from the court. To be able to reach this level, you have tried your best. You are worthy of your salary!"
"I'm different. I'm a nobleman of the Eight Banners. My family has been supported by the imperial court for more than two hundred years! I can only repay the favor with my life!"
"Listen up! All living brothers, all brothers of the Eight Banners who are at the flag, stand up..."
During the brief truce, people were gasping for air. When they heard the rich commander shouting, the officers, big and small, stood up one after another.
Fu Qing looked at them and said coldly, "The Yulin New Army is based on the Hakka people of Wuyi Mountain as its army, and the Xishan Camp is based on the people of Zhili Shanxi!"
"The kidnappers are the real army of wild girls from the Xing'an Mountains who were unwanted by our ancestors two hundred years ago..."
"None of them are banner people. Remember, they are not banner people! They have not eaten hard-core crops for two hundred years. It is righteous enough for them to sell so many lives for such a small salary!"
"At this point, the national crisis is at the forefront. This is our own war within the Eight Banners. This is our own civil war!"
"Even if we die, we should die in front! Young and old men! Let's make a show for this world! Let them see if our Eight Banners can still fight, and do we still have the last strong bone?"
"Follow me forward! If we stop the rebels, we will die first! When our ancestors entered the border, no one backed down!"
Doro pinched the bleeding military cap and shouted, "Fuck! Those bastards who are prostitutes in Sijiu City! You can continue to mess around! I will tell the world today that the bannermen still have strong bones!"
"Gather... Follow Fu Shuai for another round of killing. No one walks alone on the road to hell!"
Bai Min also stood up, straightened his military cap and collar, picked up a rifle and wiped the blood stains on the bayonet, "Haha... I'm not afraid of death. I'm just sorry. It's a pity that our group is the last among the Eight Banners." A lot of tough guys!"
"It's not easy for Master Long Live to train us until now! We are all broken here today. I'm afraid it will be difficult to produce a hero of the Eight Banners in the future!"
"But there's nothing we can do! If we don't die in front, and if we don't pour this blood on us, those dandies who are smoking in a daze will never wake up!"
"All the officers of the new army who are at the flag... gather... don't hold on and follow the rich commander back south!"
The officers all stood up. These last batch of Eight Banners elites from the Qing Dynasty gathered together towards the rich and handsome banner. The Han people, Hakkas, and wild Jurchens... all wanted to follow, but they were stopped by the familiar people from the past. The officer stopped him.
Fu Qing patted a Hakka soldier on the shoulder and said, "Go back... This is a military order! After we die in battle, you can put down your weapons immediately!"
"Your task is to remember everything that happened today with your eyes and your heart... Take it back to the capital, take it back to the Qing Dynasty, and wake up those insensitive people!"
"Brothers... don't let our deaths become meaningless, don't let people forget us!"
"Kill..." Fuqing's handsome flag actually moved. More than a hundred flag officers protected the handsome flag and slowly moved forward, charging straight towards Zai Cheng's army and slowly pressing forward!