On the hillside, the people mixed with Qing soldiers covered half of the mountainside, and the sound of the Taiping Army's guns became thinner and thinner. On the contrary, the sound of the Qing army's guns sounded from the bottom of the slope became increasingly dense. The Qing army learned the lesson of the failure of the previous attack. They mastered the tricks of the Taiping Army's wheel shooting at the fastest speed. More than 2,000 Dingnan Fan Han troops divided into several groups, with 30 to 40 people in batches, and continuously put guns on the slope, directly suppressing the Taiping Army hiding after the fortifications to be unable to raise their heads.

The crowds of people were either coerced by the Qing soldiers who were mixed in, or led them to rush towards the Taiping Army fortifications on the slope. Behind them, thousands of auxiliary soldiers kept moving the piles of over-heavy bodies and opening a smooth enough road for the Qing army to rush up.

Looking down from the top of the slope, you can see three flat avenues. Unlike the passages built with wood on the back hillside, the roads in the front hill are paved with corpses. Countless pits and obstacles that can take lives are paved with corpses and lose their original function.

Zhao Xiaomei cried and jumped over the trench filled with countless corpses under the Qing army's drive. Her upper body was not covered with inches of strands, but her lower body was surrounded by a piece of rag. The movement and closing made her body have no secrets.

The little sister had no blood on her body, but her knees were covered with blood, and she couldn't even wipe it off. The scene in front of her couldn't tolerate her bent down to wipe any filth. She only knew that she was walking forward. Sometimes, the little sister wanted to stop, but the people rushing up from behind made her unable to do so, even if she just wanted to stop and take a breath.

Many people died, and no one else could tell me, my younger sister knew that because she saw the corpses all the way. She had also searched the pile of corpses with her eyes, and she was afraid that she would see her familiar face. It was pitiful, until now, my younger sister had not seen a familiar face. Of course, this may be related to the fact that the dead people had dirt and blood stains on their faces.

There were still people dying on the slope ahead. When the little sister saw many people rolling down from the mountain, there were men and women. They climbed a slope covered with fences with the crowds, the little sister suddenly screamed, not knowing whether she wanted to cover her eyes or mouth, because she saw a familiar face under her feet looking at her unyieldingly.

That was her third brother, the third brother who loved her the most, and she said she wanted to take her back with tears.

Zhao Xing's body became part of the road to the hill, and his body was firmly nailed to the ground by iron nails and bamboo guns. Countless men and women stepped on his body just to become the next paving body. Zhao Xing's eyes did not swallow until his death because he was unwilling to accept it.

The little sister couldn't even squat down and touch the third brother's face, and the people behind her kept pushing her forward.

Women had to squeeze, and they had to move forward, because the Qing soldiers behind them were not whipping them forward with whips, but slashing them with knives. Even if they were just one step slower, the Qing soldiers would come over without hesitation. Whether in the past or now, the Qing soldiers had never merciful. Just as their admiral treated these people and women as cannon fodders that consumed the other's medicine, these Qing soldiers had never seen these women who might have been humiliated under them a few hours ago.

As long as there is a knife in your hand, women are not a rare thing. If this group dies, as long as the Qing soldiers are willing, they will get another group immediately. At worst, they will spend more time searching. Just in Liujiang, not far away, last year, the Qing soldiers played with more than 7,000, and their bodies were broken. The sick women rushed into the river collectively. At that time, Liujiang was cut off from the flow.

At the foot of the mountain, the artillery of the Qing soldiers was still rumbling. Cannons flew over the head from time to time. On the mountain, the sound of the artillery of the Ming soldiers was almost inaudible.

The little sister was so heartbroken that she felt like she was sucking away her soul, and continued to walk up the slope with the crowd of people who were forced to move forward. More than ten feet in front of her, a team of Qing soldiers were crazily slashing men and women who were afraid of moving forward because of fear.

One after another, men and women were chopped to the ground, and the Qing soldiers took their lives like cutting melons and vegetables, while those men and women seemed to accept their fate and were slaughtered by the Qing soldiers. Many men and women who dared not die even knelt on the ground and allowed the Qing soldiers to cut off their necks. From beginning to end, they neither cried nor shouted, and no one resisted. Perhaps, they were thinking more about reincarnation as soon as possible so as to avoid suffering in this world.

The dead people were quickly pulled aside, either filling in the pit dug by the army, or stacking them on one side, becoming the warning targets for later generations.

The poor people whose necks were cut off or whose four strands were cut off seemed to be Da Xiaobing deliberately telling the next group of people: Look, this is the end of disobedience!

The men were crying and the women were shouting, but none of them dared to look back. They could only stumble and continue climbing up with their eyes closed.

When they saw the younger sister and the others coming, the Qing soldiers had hideous smiles on their faces. They pointed at the women they played with every day with their swords, making lewd and slutty screams. The younger sister couldn't understand what these Qing soldiers were saying, because they were northerners. I heard that these northerners came from outside the distant pass.

For this attack, the front Guoan waited for more than ten days and deployed for more than ten days, carefully deploying the troops responsible for driving the cannon fodder, which soldiers were responsible for leading the cannon fodder, and which soldiers were responsible for cutting and killing the cannon fodder one by one.

Xing Guoan always thought that he was a perfect person, and everything in front of him also confirmed that he was a perfect person. The offensive was proceeding in an orderly manner as he did in advance and expected. Perhaps there were still some flaws, but at least, the Ming army in Xiaobeishan was really exhausted by him. Some of his subordinates before the war were worried that the cannon fodder would turn back and storm their troops because of fear. Even Xing Guoan never considered this issue when deploying. Because he understood that the Taiping Army in Xiaobeishan was completely guarded, and they had no ability to resist cannon fodder, and the only Liuzhou City, which was capable of doing this, was now completely useless. Perhaps, the defenders of Liuzhou naively thought that the Qing army's offensive this time was just like the previous ten days, and they were all useless.

"Det the gun, fire the gun!"

Lin Zhensheng, a hundred households, screamed so hard that his voice was hoarse, but no guns rang around him.

"Why don't you fire a gun!"

Lin Zhensheng pulled a gunman and shouted loudly. However, the gunman handed the cowhide bag containing the medicine to him with a bitter look on his face, "Sir, there is no medicine!"

Not only did this gunman lose his medicine, but Lin Zhensheng's other subordinates also lost his medicine.

The musket without medicine is even worse than the fire stick, and the same is true for the cannon without medicine.

Xiaobeishan defense line is in danger, in Liuzhou City, Guangxi Governor Shao Jiugong is calculating how many troops the Qing army will lose this time

The following is a notice of no charges, with a notice regarding recent updates.

The past two days, I have to rent a house in the town. My son will go to the town for a senior class in the second half of the year, so I will go directly to the town’s central primary school next year. In addition, the relocation house of Gutou may be divided in the second half of the year and will definitely be renovated. So Gutou and his wife decided to rent a house in the town so that there is no need to run back and forth in the second half of the year, and it is convenient for his son to go to school. Because of the house search and relatives coming over, Gutou has been updated less in the past two days. I’m sorry.

Tomorrow, I will try to update more festivals, move in the morning of the day after tomorrow, and give my personal favor at noon, but I guarantee that I won’t drink. After I come back, I will go to the Internet cafe to update my words, and it will take about three days to move the broadband. The update will not be interrupted again.

When people reach middle age, there are many things.

I owe five chapters now. I brag about the fifth update that day, but only two updates were lost, three chapters, plus the two chapters I owe yesterday), and I promise to make up for it before the 20th.
Chapter completed!