"The Nanman is here, the Nanman is here!"

The screams quickly rang out in the Qing army camp. Agula was so scared that she jumped up from the ground and instinctively pulled out his knife to find the horse. I don’t know if it was too scared or if it was a bit too much, but he almost choked and sucked the dog to eat shit.

"I don't want to die, why don't you get on the horse!"

After leaping on the horse, Agula saw his tribesmen still standing there stupidly. Amid his curses, his tribesmen reacted and yelled to throw the bones and bowls in his hands on the ground, or to get the swords and axes placed beside the tent, or to run to lead his war horse.

The Taiping Army's shouts were getting closer and closer, and they became louder, just like the muffled thunder in summer came against the ground. Agula was shocked at the horse and saw that in his sight, a team of armored cavalry with no less than a hundred people had rushed to the point where they were less than a hundred. The first one was a bandit wearing white robe and a spear in his hands. The cavalry following behind each hand held a spear. The tip of the spear looked extremely sharp from a distance, and it was faintly radiant, as if it was pulled out from a bucket of blood.

After the Taiping cavalry arrived, a team of Meng Eight Banners soldiers went to block it, but were dispersed by the opponent. The Taiping cavalry did not kill the dispersed Meng Eight Banners soldiers and came straight to the Qing army camp. Not far behind them, hundreds of Taiping cavalry roared, and the sound of hooves rose into the air with murderous aura. The charge was enough to make the Qing army in the camp tremble.

This cavalry was advancing forward like an iron wall. The horse's hooves were like thunder between the sky and the earth. As far as the sight was, there were large groups of soil rolled up by the iron hooves of war horses. In the Qing army camp, there were Manchu and Mongolian soldiers who were rushing around. Tens of thousands of soldiers and horses were not stopped, and hundreds of Taiping troops were allowed to rush into the camp like sharp arrows.

"Go, go quickly!"

Agula ran into the camp without any hesitation. If the Manchu people didn't come to stop, he wouldn't be so stupid that he could die for them. As soon as Agula ran, his tribesmen followed him, just like domino fell down. The Outer Mongolian soldiers either rode their horses into the camp, or even didn't want horses, and ran away directly. The posture was like the Taiping army's troops coming over.

The morale of the Qing army was extremely depressed, but it was suddenly killed by hundreds of Taiping cavalry. At this moment, the camp was in chaos.

Wang Fuchen led his troops into the Qing army camp in a blink of an eye. The knight immediately threw the spear out of his hand and pierced the Manchu and Mongolian soldiers to the ground. Agula was very unlucky. Although he was very quick, he was still hit by a spear. The spear pierced him from behind, and immediately bumped for about ten feet before falling from the horse.

There were almost no obstacles in the Qing army camp, and there were not even trenches. The Taiping Army broke left and right in the camp, stirring tens of thousands of Qing troops into a pot. No one below Aobai had thought of resisting, and everyone wanted to retreat.

"Don't bother them, disperse them!"

Wang Fu shouted loudly, ordering his subordinates not to just kill people, but to storm the Qing army constantly so that they could not gather together. As long as the Qing army collapsed as a whole, they could free up their hands to reap their lives.

The king and the assistant minister galloped on the horse, but his eyes were constantly searching. He was looking for Oboi. He wanted to kill the generals and seize the flag, but there was no Oboi in his sight except the running Qing army.

In the south, there were shouts of killing, and more Taiping cavalry and infantry were killed. In front of them were the Manchu and Mongolian soldiers who could not resist the retreat. Every Manchu and Mongolian soldier seemed extremely fragile on the horse. They tried their best to snatch their horses, just trying to escape, and had no idea of ​​turning back and fighting.

The Qing army really lost the courage to resist. Many of the Manchu and Mongolian soldiers sent by Oboi saw the golden flag beside the Yizhen River floating bridge and the thief scholar on the white horse. The Manchu and Mongolian soldiers who had not died were like ghosts. They quickly thought that they had fallen into the trap, so they did not stay for a moment.

The wooden picture roared forward, driving more Manchu and Mongolian soldiers to roll forward and collapse. Under the horse's hooves, they couldn't stop stepping on the living people who fell off the horse, and the Qing soldiers who were caught were trampled to death.

The more proud the King and the assistant minister succeeded in the raid, he wanted to collapse the entire Qing army, let them mix with each other, and let them crowd each other for the way to escape north. In that way, no matter how many Qing soldiers there were, it would be useless. When the infantry brigade came up, the first merit was his King and the assistant minister.

I originally wanted to make more more, but tomorrow is a bit troublesome. This chapter is written carelessly, mainly because it is absent-minded.

The thing is roughly like this. In July this year, because I went to buy salt, all the sales were sold in Qingzhen Salt (Huai Brand). I was very angry at that time because my hometown is Yancheng, Jiangsu, an authentic Han people living inhabited by the Han people. We Yancheng people have been eating Huai salt for thousands of years, but why are we forced to eat Qingzhen Salt? The most ridiculous thing is that the owner of a couple who believe in Christianity strongly recommends Qingzhen Salt to me, saying that this salt is good and I told him bluntly that you, a Christian, are just speculators at all.

After returning home, the more I thought about it, the more unfair I felt, so I reported to the provincial, municipal and county governments that forced the implementation of Qing and real salt in the Han people's settlement areas, which seriously damaged the feelings of our Han people and violated the spirit of the Central Ethnic and Religious Work Conference. After reporting it, I calmed down and felt that things could not be taken seriously by the officials. As expected, I have not heard back after half a year.

However, on the 13th, when I went to Shanghai to attend the online literature (historical) training course organized by the Writers Association and China Literature, the county's Salt Affairs Bureau suddenly called me and said that I would have an interview with me. At that time, I said that I was in Shanghai and I would go back on the 18th, so they said that I would wait for me to come back. I thought there would be no further details about this matter, but today I received a call from them that I would go to my house to talk to me the day, which made me very strange. I don't know why they had to come to my house to talk to me. What I think, it seems inappropriate to come to my house to talk to me.

Okay, let’s have an interview, let’s see what they do, the Salt Affairs Bureau, and they can’t scare me. This is even more over. Find some information to take a look. If you put a big hat on me tomorrow and “reason” with me, then we can’t maintain a gentlemanly demeanor like when we met a Qing Chuan girl. Whether it’s useful or not, let’s argue about it. No matter what, it’s just because we are Han people.

My wife scolded me for meddling in other people's business. I was full and I was asking for trouble. I thought maybe it was, but some things seemed small but actually big things. I couldn't do too much, but I always have to do what I can do. Even if I'm just a sling, sling is a citizen. If you are a citizen, you have freedom of speech, a right to speak, and an opinion on things. Now some things violate the central policy, and you have to reflect them. Even if they are useless, you have to do it, because this is an attitude. No one does it, everyone points to others and stands up. Then will that happen again in the Ming Dynasty? No one resists, they all want others to join, and they end up being slaves for 20 years.

This halal salt is not a trivial matter. It contains a big and terrifying thing. I don’t want some things to be mentioned when my generation can be mentioned, which will cause children and grandchildren to suffer in the future.
Chapter completed!