"We have found out your itinerary a long time ago... If you don't believe it... We have captured trophies here..."
There were jingling sounds, and a lot of messy things were thrown out from the darkness, including captured military flags, rifles, bayonets and other trophies, and even intact military uniforms stripped from the dead.
After all, most of the rebels are refugees, disaster victims and bandits. They have no resistance to this kind of military uniforms with excellent fabrics. When cleaning the battlefield, they will pluck out all the corpses.
ID tags, officer's pocket watches, military hats, various personal weapons...and of course a lot of furs!
This is a characteristic of the Guanwai Army. These warriors from the White Mountains and Black Waters have a custom of bringing many animal skins captured by their tribes.
Some are larger and some are smaller, and most of them are tied around the waist and feel like a Monkey King tiger skin skirt. Of course, the specifications are definitely different.
Why do you bring so many animal skins? On the one hand it is tradition, on the other hand it is a necessity in life!
These animal skins can keep you warm in spring, autumn and winter. When stuffed on your body and covered at night, you will be very warm. Although it is a small piece, it is used together with quilts, cotton clothes, etc.
And in the hot summer, will the animal skin be useless? Of course not. If you are camping in the field in summer, the moisture will be very harmful to your body.
At this time, there is a piece of animal skin under the waist, so you don’t have to worry about moisture entering your body while sleeping!
Of course, this is because the Guanwai Army has a special situation. These animal skins were brought by the soldiers themselves. If Hunchun had to pay for them, he really couldn't afford so many.
The hunters in the white mountains and black waters have fine goods in their hands. Who can appreciate ordinary cow and sheep skins? I have to get the wolf skin quickly for the last time!
The skins of foxes, otters, and even tigers and bears can be seen. Hunchun still vaguely remembers a young man from Nerchinsk, Xing'an Mountains, who signed up to join the army with a piece of sable skin in his waist, and gave away all the Eight Banners disciples in Shengjing City. Stupid.
Sable fur has always been a tribute to the palace, and you have to be rewarded by the emperor before you can use it. This guy signed up as a new recruit and actually came here with a sable fur to keep warm.
Hunchun didn't dare to let this young man be too arrogant and cause trouble, so he took out a piece of wolf skin, a hundred-smelted steel dagger made by the Chinese, and gave him another hundred silver dollars to buy it from the young man.
This shows the value of the leather goods carried by the Guanwai Army. Can the paupers of the rebels not snatch such good things?
These captured animal skins were thrown in front of the position, which was more convincing than anything else!
The morale of the soldiers was shaken at once, and what was thrown at them shocked them even more. Zai Tu searched the train carriage and found that there were telescopes, maps, cloaks and other personal items that Hunchun often used.
"Look... you officials, take a good look... Is this Hunchun's personal belongings?"
"He is dead... his body is in Yangcun now... we found a good coffin..."
At this point, everything was unbearable, and small sobbing began to be heard from the four camp heads, followed by a group of big men crying.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...General...how did you die in battle...General..."
"General...you are kind to us...you can't ignore us..."
"You're gone...what should we do? What are we going to do..."
This is the ancient army. Before the concept of country and nation was formed, they remembered more personal favors than righteousness!
It was better before the Ming Dynasty, and the Han people gradually formed their own nationalist ideas. However, after the Manchus entered the customs, they continued to be brainwashed through killings and cynics.
The budding nationalism that had just emerged was snuffed out, and soldiers returned to the old tradition of fighting for military pay and fighting for the personal favors of the generals.
The four battalions outside the pass just fought fiercely because they knew that General Hunchun was still alive and they must resolutely carry out the general's orders!
But now that Hunchun died in battle, their hearts suddenly felt as if their backbone had been taken away.
"Don't cry anymore... We have to avenge the general... revenge!"
Countless people shouted slogans of revenge, but the person shouting in the dark disturbed their hearts: "Oh... Young and old men! Who are you avenging? What is the benefit of your revenge?"
"Hunchun was kind to you, but no matter how kind he was, he would still die... It would be worthwhile for each of you to die on the battlefield for your master!"
"You have to think about your future...Who will take care of your military pay in the future? Who will provide you with salary and pension when you are old? If nothing else, how can you survive now?"
"Tianjin Wei is full of Xinjun's army, and there are more and more of them... tomorrow there will be 100,000, how can we fight with such a small number of you!"
"Surrender... Surrender... Isn't it better to follow our prince than to follow Hunchun?"
"Do you know who our prince is? He is the eldest son of Emperor Guangxu... Zai Tu! Who else do you want to follow if you don't follow me like this..."
"There is no shop like this after passing this village... Stop fighting, don't kill anyone..."
The shouting was like a magic sound that echoed around the beams. The four battalions of soldiers surrounding the train station kept replaying it in a loop. At first, the Guanwai Army fired a few shots from time to time to counterattack.
But later on, the gunshots fired back became quieter and quieter.
"Hahaha... Erha, I really didn't expect that you are also a little Zhuge? This group of barbarians outside the Guanwa actually started a mess on their own. Listen... they started arguing... they started arguing..."
Yisiha smiled flatteringly and said, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince teaches well. I don't dare to be greedy for credit, slave..."
The shouting continued for another quarter of an hour. Although these Guanwai troops had a dispute, there was still no movement at this moment. Zai Tu gradually lost his patience.
"Fuck! What happened? Aren't they surrendering?"
Ronglu said from the side, "Prince...these are barbarians outside the Pass. They are afraid of power but not moral. They like tough ones!"
"You are too soft on them. They think you are easy to bully and want to cause trouble... Now that their morale has collapsed, how about we launch a wave of charges and force them to surrender!"
Ronglu's words are indeed on point. This is what these savages outside the customs, including Rakshasa ghosts, think. They also knew that they would have no future after Hunchun died.
If you take refuge with the sixth eldest son of the Japs, good times will naturally come when the new king ascends the throne and the prince becomes the emperor.
But the men outside the customs admire heroes rather than bears. They just beat these rebels like rats on the street, and then they surrender to them in the blink of an eye?
This is really unjustifiable. Who could be so shameless?
During the stalemate, suddenly the thunderous sound of horse hooves began to sound from the northwest of the train station, followed by the noise of tens of thousands of rebels.
"Surrender without killing... Surrender without killing... Surrender without killing!"
