In the smoke of war, several cavalry commanded soldiers to gallop into Daijiazhuang.

"Yudu refers to the commander of the commander!"

A messenger with a dusty face handed the military order to Yu Shizhong. Yu Shizhong took it and glanced quickly, looked up at the messenger and said, "Please report back to the general, I am Yu Shizhong, and Daijiazhuang is here!"

"Get orders!"

Several commanders saluted Yu Shizhong without delaying for a moment. They turned over and ran out of the smoke of gunpowder. Li Kuangming looked at the military order in Yu Shizhong's hand and asked hesitantly: "Brother Yu, military order?"

"The Grand Marshal said that if Daijiazhuang is going to be lost, he wants my head."

Yu Shizhong handed the military order in his hand to Li Kuangming, then rushed out with a knife, and said to the soldiers: "Tell those thousands of households and hundreds of households that they can't defend Daijiazhuang. The general wants me Yu Shizhong's head, and I Yu Shizhong will want their heads!"

Looking at Yu Shizhong's back who was passing away in the smoke of gunpowder, Li Kuangming smiled bitterly and turned his head to look southeast. After a long time, he withdrew his gaze and rushed towards the direction of fierce fighting.

Not only Yu Shizhong's father and brother died in Hunhe back then, but also my father Li Kuangming!

There is a chastity archway north of Daijiazhuang. According to legend, it was built by Yangzhou Prefecture for a widow in the village to the court during the Chenghua period. After more than a hundred years of ups and downs, this archway has not decayed at all. It stands at the entrance of the village, witnessing the changes of Daijiazhuang for more than a hundred years, and witnessing the aging and rebirth of the people in this village. Now, this 100-year-old archway witnesses the bloodiest scene of this village in more than a hundred years.

The remaining troops of the A Brigade of the Fifth Town, led by Shangguan Yunjie, fought bloody battles with thousands of Qing troops to the end. They were outnumbered and suffered heavy casualties. At this moment, there were corpses everywhere under the archway. Taiping Army and Qing Army, corpses were tangled together, and many people were staring at the top of their eyes, and they died with their eyes closed.

If you look closely in the pile of corpses, you will find that there are stretched out fingers moving slightly and the corpse trembling. That is the last futile struggle of those who are unwilling to die in this world.

The living people step on the dead bodies one by one, continuing to fight to the death. If the dead are finally freed, but the living are enduring the long hell-like nightmare, perhaps, they also want to be freed.

When the last soldier shouted desperately and rushed towards the Qing army, there were only two sitting people under the archway.

One is an official and the other is a soldier.

Shangguan Yunjie was seriously injured and his body was filled with arrows like a hedgehog. He sat there, constantly coughing, and every cough brought out a lot of blood, making his nose, mouth, and face full of blood.

Next to Shangguan Yunjie, there was a veteran named Zhang Erhu. He is from Guizhou and has no hobbies on weekdays, so he can smoke a dry cigarette. He shook and took out the dry cigarette pot tied around his waist, then took out the fire and lit it. When the fire was lit, his hands trembled violently and failed to ignite the fire several times in a row. The smoke was finally lit. Zhang Erhu took a big mouthful, and the smoke came out of his mouth and nose, making his face full of comfort. He took another greedy mouthful and spit out the smoke rings long. The smoke was circling, and countless soldiers were walking under the archway.

If you walk by the river often, there is no one who doesn’t have any shoes wet. Just because I should have died ten years ago. If I live for ten years, what’s there to be dissatisfied with it? Do I have to live like a coward in my life, cowardly and survive by pretending to be dead? No matter what, I still have a hang in my crotch, and I am still a man. If I am a man, shouldn’t I die on the battlefield? So many people are dead, what’s the point of living another one?

Zhang Erhu smiled self-deprecatingly, turned his head to look at Shangguan Yunjie, a travel school beside him. This is a high-ranking official. He thought about how he died, but he didn't expect that there would be a high-ranking official with him when he died. Is this a damn worth it? Well, let's do it.

The Qing army was getting closer and closer. When they found that there were two living Taiping Army, one of them seemed to be a high-ranking official, and the green camp general's eyes were shining and they wanted to shout to go down and capture the person. But not far away, a large official in Manzhou immediately raised the whip and said a few words to the "Guagua", so the Qing army stopped moving forward one after another. Seeing this, the general had to press his mind to seize the merits and looked bored at the two Taiping bandits who could not move.

The one who ordered the stop was Mo Luohong. He didn't mean to persuade him to surrender, because the two Taiping Kou could not live long at first sight. He just wanted to see what these two dying Taiping Kou would do before he died. Should he commit suicide in despair or take a blow?

Seeing the Qing soldiers stop and just looking at them around, Zhang Erhu whispered. Shangguan Yunjie next to him did not scold anything, but struggled to find a white paper wrapped in a tarp cloth from his arms. The white paper seemed to be written, but Zhang Erhu didn't recognize anything, and he couldn't read.

During the Taiping Army, when the Anjun envoys taught to recognize words, Zhang Erhu had no intention of learning. He always believed that literacy was a scholar's business. He was a soldier who was a soldier and ate food to do something. Could it be that he would not be able to take the exam for a scholar without fighting in the future? Being a scholar is not a good thing. If you don't hear a scholar meet a soldier, you can't explain it clearly. So it's better to be a soldier and be able to explain the reason clearly.

Shangguan Yunjie tightly held the piece of paper with his blood-stained hands. The paper was covered with blood flowing out of his mouth, and it was red.

After all this, Zhang Erhu naturally was not afraid of death. Anyway, he was about to die, but the Qianhu was staring at a piece of paper as if he was looking at a treasure, which made him feel curious. If he didn't understand the reason, he might die with his eyes open.

When Mo Luohong and the Qing army saw Shangguan Yunjie's actions, they were all curious. Mo Luohong was particularly interested and wondered if he would let someone snatch the paper and see what was written on it.

Shangguan Yunjie answered the doubts of the last soldier under his command. He gently turned his face and said to Zhang Erhu: "Do you know? I am from Mizhi, Shaanxi. My hometown is right by the Yellow River. Everyone says that the woman in our place is as beautiful as water, very beautiful as a cry, very beautiful."

Zhang Erhu was stunned when he heard this, but did not interrupt Lord Qianhu because he knew that Lord Qianhu had something to say.

Sure enough, Lord Qianhu continued to say in pain, "This is a song written by Dashuai Dashuai for me. He said that the song is called "My Ming Dynasty". "Because he said too many words, it affected the lung injuries, and there were more and more blood blisters in Shangguan Yunjie's mouth.

"The handsome man taught me to sing this song, it sounds very nice." Shangguan Yunjie's breathing became more and more difficult, but he still wanted to say, no, he wanted to sing it.

"The waves are wide, and the wind blows the fragrance of rice flowers on both sides. I'm coughing and my family lives on the shore. I'm used to listening to the stewardess' slogans and seeing the white sails on the boat. This is the heroic Ming Dynasty, and it's where I grow."

The singing stopped suddenly.

Zhang Erhu's head also drooped early, and the dry tobacco pot hung on the ground.

A piece of white paper stained with blood fell from the cracks of fingers, fluttering continuously on the corpses in the wind, and finally blew on the face of a Manzhou soldier.
Chapter completed!