Nan Ming Sun Never Sets

Chapter 275
The entire battle of Tongzhou lasted for more than five hours, and even many capable officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty Restoration Army were almost overwhelmed. Some people even became a little numb when they pulled the trigger, looking at the ground. The tens of thousands of corpses lying there can no longer feel any emotional ups and downs.

The Qing army did not work hard in this battle, especially the fighting determination shown by the lower-level officers and soldiers, which was also recognized by the Ming Dynasty Restoration Army.

The final result is that more than 19000 Qing troops died on the battlefield, more than 17000 were injured, and the Ming army captured about 10000 people.

Looking at the battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke, Bai Mingxiu sighed: "I hope that after this battle, there will be no more such tragic battles on our land."

Ma Zuuri asked: "The enemy has tried their best and looked like a warrior. Our soldiers will restrain their corpses. Will Your Highness still want to behead them?"

Ma Zouri believed that out of respect for those who fought hard, Bai Mingxiu might change his mind.

Who knows, Bai Mingxiu simply replied: "Cut, all those who died in battle, no matter if they were Jiannu Tartars, Mongol Tartars, or fake Tartars of the Han Army Banner, their heads will be cut off and a monument will be erected."

Bai Mingxiu has always been very clear about right and wrong. No matter how brave he is in this fierce battle with the Ming Dynasty Restoration Army, it will not change the fact that they are fighting for a group of Tartars who have poisoned China. It can only accelerate the continued decline of this country.What's more, the crimes committed by the Qing Dynasty, not to mention cutting off 19000 heads, even if they cut off 20 heads, it is not enough to wash away.

Unfortunately, Bai Mingxiu knew that he didn't have 20 heads for him to cut off.

On the battlefield, there are still some wounded soldiers who are still alive.

"Oh, I'm still alive, save me, save me!" A wounded soldier with a broken arm tried hard to control the bleeding of his broken arm. He looked pitifully at the soldiers of the Nationalist Army who were cleaning the battlefield. howling.

Li Wan glanced at him casually, and said, "You son of a bitch."

The wounded soldier yelled in fear: "I'm not a Tartar, I'm a green battalion, I'm a Han!"

Li Wan sarcastically said: "Green battalion? Can you wear a green battalion with leather like this? The one with the white flag on it."

"No, I'm a Han! Liaodong Han, the Han army flag, I'm not a Tartar!"

Li Wan lowered his head, grabbed the man's braids, and said with a sneer, "Just so you know, in our Ming Dynasty Restoration Army, the bannermen are the same as the Tartars. Now that our Ming Dynasty is powerful, you beg for mercy like pugs." But what about before? Have you ever killed innocent people, and have they ever begged for mercy like you? Have you ever spared them?"

After all, Li Wan used a sharp dagger to slit the tartar's throat, and blood flowed out from his wound. The suffocating sound and the fear on his face made people feel creepy, but Li Wan Already seen too much, very commonplace.

He has experienced wars since he was born, and he has seen too many killed soldiers and civilians, and all kinds of tragedies. Deep in his heart, there is still a dark side.

The culprits in this chaotic world, where human life is like nothing, are these Tartars.Li Wan now understands very well.

He cut off the head of the Tartar soldier, and with his braids in his arms, he walked up to a soldier, and beside the soldier was a pile of human heads.

Doing such a thing will never be a pleasant thing, and the Ming Dynasty Restoration Army will never instill any bad taste or extreme thinking in the soldiers who do such terrible things.What they did was extraordinary and thunderous, but in order to avenge the tragedy of the entire nation and country, and for the sake of tens of millions of compatriots, they had to carry forward with heavy burdens.

Li Wan threw a cigarette to the soldier. The soldier took the cigarette, put it in front of his nose and inhaled it, making a gesture of intoxication.

Li Wandao: "Look at your virtue. Smoking is harmful to your health, do you understand? I'm not willing to give it to you because these heads really smell bad."

The soldier laughed and said: "Deputy company commander, my smoking can be regarded as a contribution to the national finance. Tobacco tax is high."

Daming has grown tobacco on a large scale in some places, and set up cigarette factories to manufacture cigarettes.Due to the unique craftsmanship, the quality of the cigarettes is extremely high.However, before Bai Mingxiu crossed over, he didn't like smoking second-hand smoke. Although the tobacco industry was not banned, there were many restrictions. For example, only state-owned enterprises had tobacco licenses, and the tax was extremely high.Smoking is not allowed in public places, only when there are no other people.Even in the military, candy was a rationed by-product, but cigarettes were not.

The soldier asked Li Wandao: "Deputy company commander, do you think we almost killed all the Tartars?"

Li Wan shook his head: "It's probably about the same. There are still a few fish that escaped the net. I guess I don't dare to say that I am a slave. From ancient times to the present, those Huns who were in the Huns have been gradually wiped out by us in this way." Yes, most of them were killed, and then slowly naturalized among us Han people."

The soldier sighed: "If you do evil, you will become a Han Chinese sooner or later. Why bother with that? It would be better not to fight."

Li Wan sighed: "If it wasn't for the crown prince, I'm afraid we would really be tartars."

The soldier pointed to his flat-cut hair, and said, "Deputy company commander, good luck, you didn't shave your hair. I had a braid before. It's a lifelong shame."

Li Wan patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's been a few years of humiliation anyway, and your son and grandson won't need to rely on money."

The soldier laughed and said, "That's right, we buried the heads of these people and erected a stele of their heads to warn future generations and other Tartars. Oh, what's that sentence from the cultural class a few days ago?"

Li Wan said loudly: "Those who offend China will be punished no matter how far away they are!"

The soldier slapped his hands, "That's the sentence, it sounds really majestic."

Under the setting sun, a group of silent Ming soldiers moved on the battlefield, cutting off the heads of those who were not dead and those who were already dead. They had never cut off so many heads, and they did not know what might happen after today. How many people have left behind some sequelae.But just like the twilight sunset, everyone knew that the capital city was more than ten miles away.They want to go back there, open the Forbidden City, open the Qianqing Palace, and send their prince, the governor, to the dragon throne.

This empire needs her true master to come to end this war and open up a better future.

Even though their hands are bloody now, and they are even traumatized physically and mentally, they firmly believe in that future, where everyone will be fed and warmed, everyone will be educated, all directions will come to court, and science will prosper.And all of this stems from their struggle today.

is worth it.

(End of this chapter)