What made Han Shoubei even more desperate was that the Manchurian distinguished guests in the next room also turned him away.
It was not that the dozen or so Han officers accompanying the guests in the house had not seen Lord Guard, and it was not that no one wanted to come out to save Lord Guard, but they were all intimidated by the Manchurian soldiers and no one dared to lend a helping hand to Lord Guard.
Seeing that the Ming army was about to rush in, Han Dewang knew that he would die if he stayed outside the house, because his men were all scattered and no one would come to save him.
In order to survive, he had no choice but to drag his limping right leg and run desperately to the back of the house, hoping to take advantage of the darkness and climb over the mud wall.
His sprained feet prevented him from moving quickly. He was discovered and captured by two Ming soldiers who were chasing Qing soldiers before he had taken a few dozen steps.
"Brothers, as long as you spare my life, all this gold will be yours!"
Han Dewang, who had bare hands and sprained his feet, knew that he was no match for these two Ming troops, and seeing that no other Ming troops had noticed him yet, he hurriedly took out the small bag he had been carrying, and found a few gold bars inside.
Han's intention was obvious, he wanted to use these gold bars to get the two Ming soldiers to let him go.
This is also a life-saving means.
Since the Ming and Qing Dynasties, many people have used this method to gain a chance to survive.
It works most of the time too.
Unexpectedly, the two Ming soldiers did not look at the gold bar in Han Dewang's hand at all. Instead, one held a spear and the other held a knife to clamp Han Dewang on the left and right.
"We don't even want our lives, we want your gold!"
The Ming army holding a spear on the left sneered and stabbed Han Dewang with his spear.
"Do not kill me!"
Han Dewang wanted to hide instinctively, but he only turned his body less than half way, and the Ming army holding a sword on his right slashed his leg with a long sword.
Before Han Dewang could scream, the spearhead from the left side pierced his chest hard.
"Go to hell, you weakling!"
The spear-wielding Mingjun pushed the spearhead inward with all his strength, and instantly pressed his body forward.
Under the great force, the sharp spearhead immediately broke the ribs of Han's chest, and with a "puff" sound, it blended with the flesh and blood and stabbed smoothly into Han's body like a knife cutting tofu.
The Ming army holding a knife also slashed Han's back with his knife again!
A wound that was more than a foot long was made, and all the skin and flesh inside was opened, and the strings of vertebrae standing like abacus beads from top to bottom were vaguely visible.
Han Dewang, who was seriously injured, held the spear pierced into his body in pain, with blood bubbles pouring out of his mouth.
I want to speak, but I can't.
His lungs had been pierced by a spear.
"If you want to bribe me, just dream!"
The spear-wielding Mingjun held the spear shaft in one hand and kicked Han Dewang hard with his right foot. It took a lot of effort to pull the spear out of his body.
After looking at Han Dewang, who was still lying on the ground, the spear-wielding army spat and ignored him, calling his companions to reinforce others.
At this time, Han Dewang's body was still twitching, and the blood hole poked by the spearhead was bleeding out. However, even with such a serious injury, he still could not die. Instead, his eyes were twitching. Staring into the distance.
What do you want to see?
Not the two Ming soldiers who wanted his life.
But it was the Manchu distinguished guests who turned him away!
After an unknown amount of time, Han Dewang's body gradually cooled down in the cold wind.
Next to the body, several pieces of gold bars stained with blood were still lying there peacefully.
...........
The Ming army's attack on the main house of Han Dewang's military camp did not go smoothly.
The Manchurian soldiers who kept Han Dewang away were not unwilling to save him or afraid, but were buying time.
"Ah Dalu, Nixiu!"
The leader, Mardu, realized something might be going on when he heard the sound of firecrackers coming from outside. When he found out that the surrender troops outside were completely defeated, he immediately understood that this place was being attacked by the Ming army.
Mardu, who knew nothing about the surrounding terrain and how many Ming troops were attacking, did not dare to rush out with his troops. In desperation, he had to ask his men to block the doors and windows with tables and chairs to prevent the incoming Ming troops from rushing in. .
As for the drunk demoted man outside, he couldn't care less.
After blocking the doors and windows, Mardu asked two vests to climb onto the beams and use knives to lift off the tiles above to reveal a hole that could be accessed.
Afterwards, several people went up to the roof at the same time and found that the entire military stronghold had fallen into the hands of the Ming army. Mardu was surprised but did not feel fear. Instead, he asked people to use the big bow they carried to shoot the Ming army rushing down below. .
The Manchurian soldiers in the next room followed the same example after hearing the shouts of the leader. Except for some of them who clung to the doors and windows, the rest went to the roof and shot the Ming soldiers with bows and arrows.
This group of Manchu soldiers who came from Xi'an to garrison the Eight Banners had many years of combat experience. Many of them had also gone to the southwest to pacify the Yongli court of the Ming Dynasty. Not only did they have the courage that Eight Banners soldiers should have, but they were also extremely accurate in shooting arrows.
Amidst the sound of "whoosh", a dozen Ming army soldiers who were the first to rush to the big house were immediately hit by arrows and fell to the ground. Their bodies rumbled forward and fell to the ground due to the inertia of running.
Among them was Zhang Beiqiu, the first batch of Zhushan people to return to the Ming Dynasty.
Hou Sanjiang was also almost shot by a Manchurian soldier. If a wooden pillar had not blocked the arrow for him, he would have been a dead monkey.
"The Tatars are shooting fierce arrows, please don't rush in!"
Realizing that something was wrong, Junzhou Jiang Tiancheng, who took the lead in the charge, immediately called on his companions to find cover to avoid being shot by the Tatars on the roof.
There were about sixty or seventy Ming troops who attacked the main house. They were all pretending to be Qing troops and entered the stronghold first. Although they were wearing cotton armor, they still could not stop the sharp arrows of the Manchu soldiers.
After hearing Jiang Tiancheng's cry, they all looked for cover and did not dare to rush forward and ask the Tatars to be used as live targets.
Jiang Tiancheng, who was hiding behind a carriage, saw Zhang Beiqiu, who had been shot by an arrow, lying down a dozen steps ahead on the left, not knowing whether to live or die, so he shouted anxiously: "San Mazi, are you dead?"
"You're not dead, you're still angry! Damn it, you Er Heizi can't die, how the hell could I die!"
Zhang Beiqiu, who was lying on the ground, was really in pain when he spoke, because the Tatar's big arrow hit his left waist, but even though he was sweating from the pain, he still lay there motionless and pretended to be dead.
He knew very well that as long as he moved, the Tatars on the roof not far away would send him to see the Lord of Hell.
"Hold on, I'll save you!"
Jiang Tiancheng glanced at the Manchurian soldiers on the roof, and slammed down the baffle on the carriage. After several times, he removed the baffle. He then used the baffle as a shield and hunched over. He ran quickly towards Zhang Beiqiu.
"Whoosh!"
While running, a Manchu soldier on the roof let go of the bow string in his hand, and the big arrow pierced the baffle in Jiang Tiancheng's hand with a roar in the air.
With a "poof" sound, the sharp arrow broke out of the board and almost pierced Jiang Tiancheng's left eye.
Ignoring his heartbeat, Jiang Tiancheng rushed to Zhang Beiqiu's side, placed the baffle straight in front of the two of them, stretched out his hand to grab Zhang Beiqiu and dragged him behind the carriage box.
"Well!"
The movement of his body made Zhang Beiqiu groan in pain, gritting his teeth and using his last strength to cooperate with Jiang Tiancheng.
The Manchu soldiers on the roof obviously didn't want to let the two of them go, so they shot three more arrows.
A straight nail was nailed inches away from Zhang Beiqiu's right leg.
A branch penetrated the wooden board and passed through the right side of Jiang Tiancheng's face.
One branch was stuck on the wooden board.
Jiang Tiancheng, who didn't pause for a moment, luckily dragged Zhang Beiqiu back. He breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Zhang Beiqiu was not dead. Then he found that the right side of his face was covered with blood.
When he stretched out his hand and touched it, he realized that his right ear had been pierced in two by a Tatar's arrow!
"Damn it, you disfigured me!"
Jiang Tiancheng was filled with hatred and wanted to avenge his ears, but the Tatars' arrows were too accurate and suppressed them.
Xu Lin, who came from behind, wanted to lead his men to attack several times, but each time he was shot back by Tatar arrows before taking a few steps, and several people were lost in vain.
"Fuck, how come these Tatars can shoot so accurately!"
Xu Lin was anxious and angry, but he did not dare to let his colleagues sacrifice easily.
When he was anxious, Wang Wu arrived with the mute Zhu San, the blind Wan Si, Gou Sheng, Cao Diwei and others.
The swords in the hands of his soldiers were all stained with blood.
I don't know how many rebels who surrendered to the Qing army were killed along the way.
"General, there are real Tartars on the roof, and their arrows are very tricky. Brothers can't reach them!"
Xu Lin gritted his teeth as he pointed at the Manchurian soldiers who were closely watching the Ming army's movements on the roof not far away.
"Head, let us get in!"
When the blind man Wan Si saw that the Tatars had shot many of his brothers to death, he was furious and wanted to lead his own troops to fight with them.
Wang Wu didn't speak. He stood there and looked at the Manchurian soldiers scattered on the roof not far away, and found that there were not many of them, thirty or forty at most.
Therefore, if we attack by force, we can definitely get rid of this group of real Tatars, but the archery skills of this group of Tatar soldiers are really powerful, and the attack by force will cause a lot of losses.
After a sudden thought, he had an idea and told the dog behind him: "Go and see if there is any kerosene, and set fire to these Tatars!"
