Chapter 145, The Last Day of Shengjing (Part 2)
The last rising sun in Shengjing of the Qing Dynasty looked extremely gorgeous, full of a cruel beauty that foreshadowed destruction.
It is said that until many, many years later, the old people who survived in Shengjing City can still clearly remember the appearance of the morning glow on that day - the colorful colors filled the entire eastern sky, exuding fire and blood. of dazzling brilliance.
In the past year, the newly born Qing Dynasty was so full of vigor and vitality, as if it was always moving from one glorious victory to another more glorious victory. Beijing in the Ming Dynasty has become the new capital of the Qing Dynasty, and large tracts of land in Northern Zhili, Shanxi, and Shandong have been acquired one after another. Even the city of Luoyang where the emperors of the Han Dynasty lived in "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" has become a symbol of the Qing Dynasty. The flag...the good news became more and more exciting one after another, deeply stimulating all the members of the Jurchen Eight Banners. For a moment, some infinitely bright and beautiful prospect seemed to be waving to them not far away.
In just this short year, the new Great Khan Huang Taiji created great achievements that far surpassed those of the old Khan Nurhachi, and established a territory in Shanhaiguan that was wider than his homeland in Liaodong. This shows that our Qing Dynasty is really our destiny. The eternal foundation of the Jurchen Eight Banners is right in front of us!
However, while most of the residents in Shengjing City were still lying on their beds, the few citizens who got up early to go out were stunned to see the various gates of the Shengjing Palace on the street. , were violently pushed away from inside one after another, groups of soldiers in strange clothes, carrying firecrackers with bayonets attached, or waving broadswords and battle axes, swept in in all directions along the streets like a tide!
Faced with such a bizarre sight, no passerby initially thought it was an enemy attack. One of the guys, dressed as a clerk, stepped forward to stop an officer holding a command knife in confusion, and was about to ask a few questions. Unexpectedly, he suddenly felt a sensation on his neck. As soon as it cooled down, a sharp pain hit my heart and lungs instantly!
The bannerman's little official suddenly opened his mouth in disbelief, and subconsciously touched his neck. Suddenly, he was surprised to see his own blood spurting out and splashing all over the floor. He seemed to have lost everything all at once. of strength. He struggled and was about to scream a few times, but he couldn't even make a sound. Then he was kicked hard by someone who didn't know who, and his lifeless body finally fell over.
At the same time, several other pedestrians who had no time to escape were also killed by this strange group of soldiers with their swords raised and thrown into the street in an instant. Hot blood was spread all over the ground, and the headless body was trampled under the feet of the soldiers, and then turned into a puddle of mud. The bannermen in Shengjing City looked at these soldiers swarming in disbelief, and felt a little stupid for a moment - who are they? Why are you hiding in the palace? Why are you killing people indiscriminately?
The next moment, the slogans shouted by these soldiers gave them an incredible answer:
"...Kill all the Tatars! Avenge your father and fellow villagers!"
"...Kill, kill, kill! Never let a Tatar go!"
"... Massacre the city! Massacre the city! Leave no Tatar men behind!"
"...Tatars! Your retribution has come!"
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Accompanied by these murderous slogans in Chinese, the soldiers at the front ran faster and faster, their eyes red and fierce. When they encountered any pedestrians blocking the road, regardless of men, women, old or young, they would stab them with their bayonets without even looking at them. . If anyone dares to resist, they will attack in groups.
Taking the Shengjing Palace as the starting point, a rolling torrent of destruction followed several main streets in Shengjing City, divided into several small teams, and went to several key places in the city. They did not encounter any organized group along the way. resistance. When the vanguard troops arrived at the gate of Dabeile Daishan's residence in Shengjing, a certain concierge who was confused about his situation actually dared to yell at "Stop comers" and asked them to hand over door packages and name cards!
Naturally, the concierge, who had no brains, was shot to pieces in the next moment.
Next, before the Goshiha guards inside could react and rush out to resist with their swords drawn, the attacking troops had already thrown dozens of grenades over the courtyard wall into the Daishan Mansion, which immediately shook the entire mansion. Ghosts cry and wolves howl... Next, these modern Han Chinese soldiers in Liaodong in the seventeenth century who were trained in street fighting were very careful not to rush into the gate where the enemy was likely to be heavily defended. Instead, they asked the combat engineers to use explosive packs to blow down the courtyard wall and then pour into the mansion through various gaps in the wall, thus completely destroying the house. The last resistance in Daishan's house was disintegrated.
Another half-quarter of an hour later, Da Beiledaishan, who had just been woken up from his bed and had not had time to put on his clothes, had a few soldiers escort him out of the backyard excitedly, preparing to be sacrificed as an important prisoner. Sir, show your merit. When the time traveler officer who was standing outside the house waiting for news saw this, he frowned and went over to take a look. He found that the bad old man had been beaten to a bruised and swollen face, and his face was ashen and frightened. His lower body was even covered with a wet orange-yellow liquid. I smelled a strange smell from afar, and my mood suddenly disappeared. I waved my hand and said, "...What's the use of keeping this old thing? Cut it off!"
The two soldiers immediately held down Daishan's neck, drew out their sabers and cut off his head on the spot, causing blood to spurt out wildly. The braided head dripped on the ground with dirty blood. There was a chaotic rolling, and it was instantly dyed bright red.
——The Shengjing of the Qing Dynasty stayed behind, and the great Baylor died on behalf of Shan!
At the same time, various government offices in Shengjing City also fell one after another under the sudden blow. In order to guard against changes and avoid a fierce and stalemate tug-of-war, Marshal Huangshi, who returned to Liaodong, ordered the tiger to fight the rabbit. With this momentum, more than 10,000 soldiers were invested on the battlefield in Shengjing, but the results proved that the enemies in Shengjing were not that difficult to deal with at the moment. In this year when the Eight Banners soldiers entered the country in large numbers and swept across the Central Plains, the troops Huang Taiji used to stay in the old capital of Shengjing were basically the old, weak, sick and disabled, so it was natural that they collapsed in the battle.
Relatively speaking, the fiercest fighting in the city took place in the private residences of the few Eight Banners nobles who had not moved to Beijing. Even in the face of such a sudden doomsday, those personal servants with high martial arts skills still protected their masters and fought to the last moment.
However, their desperate struggle did not last long. As the mansions in the high-walled courtyards were blasted open by grenades, batches of warriors who claimed to be highly skilled in martial arts were knocked over by bullets. Before noon, Shengjing of the Qing Dynasty announced that it had changed hands - no matter how strong it was Ancient cities could only deal with enemies from outside the city, and could not withstand the "central bloom" tactic of directly destroying the command center.
Even though the Jurchen Eight Banners Group at this time was highly militarized, seniors in their fifties and sixties, children as young as eleven or twelve, and even many Jurchen women could ride strong horses and wield swords. However, in the face of such a lightning-like sudden attack, there was no time for mobilization and convening, and the leaders and officials were killed before they could issue any orders. No matter how fierce and aggressive the people at the bottom were, in a real war What's the use?
As an ancient Greek philosopher said, a pile of building materials is not the same as a house, just as a mob is not the same as an army!
Not to mention, the offensive and defensive sides in the Battle of Shengjing still have a crushing generation gap in weapons and tactics that has been separated for several generations!
In fact, it was not until noon that day, when the head of the contemporary Dabaile was hung on the city gate, that most of the Jurchen residents in Shengjing City had a preliminary understanding of their situation: they Jurchens Shengjing City of the Eight Banners has been captured by a Han army!
This incredible discovery made all the Jurchens feel a little confused for a while. They didn't know whether to be shocked or angry. They even felt that everything in front of them was too ridiculous and unbelievable, and even fell into a sluggish state.
After the shock passed, they went to two extremes. Some people were naturally angry and looking for weapons everywhere, ready to go out and fight the enemy. Others began to look for poison and rope and wanted to seize the opportunity to commit suicide. They would rather die than be tortured by the Han people. ——These Jurchens knew very clearly how many crimes they had committed when they conquered Liaodong. They used to be proud of this in the past, but until now, they understood how the Han people Nikan, who was harmed by the Eight Banners cavalry in the past, felt before the city was destroyed - the three million Han people in Liaodong were forced to Under Nurhaci's series of massacre orders, the Jurchen Eight Banners killed less than a million people, and all the surviving Han people became slaves, and there were basically no free people. As for the young men who were kidnapped from the Central Plains, all of them also have a grudge against the Jurchens for destroying their families and families. Now that they have the opportunity to counterattack, how can they hold back?
When they think that the city of Shengjing has been destroyed, their families and children will be ravaged, and the outcome may be worse than death, their hearts are filled with endless sadness and despair. However, no matter what choices these bannermen make, the fate of death and destruction will still befall them...