Starting from the death-going army opening up this path of life, tens of thousands of people evacuate this lonely city through two water and land channels every day.

On the land route less than three miles wide, there was a rush of people, and father and son were with their sisters. With the help of the dead army, thousands of people were quickly retreating south to the rear.

The surface maneuvering power with the platoon as the main force operated overload, especially after the joining of the hundreds of Ming officer ships from western Zhejiang, the water transportation capacity reached its peak, and the Yangzhou elders drove south day and night.

The brothers who went to the death front were using their lives to protect this only lifeline. Whether it was the boatman or the raft, the round-trip frequency had reached its limit.

"Brothers, we have done something that we have never experienced in our eight lifetimes. We saved the 800,000 Yangzhou elders. We will work harder for me." After a whole day, Luo Chang's legs were still very excited. His black and red face was even more red. He seemed to have endless strength to use, and the bamboo pole in his hand could be inserted to the end without a second stroke.

I have been snatching the dangerous shoals for decades. Luo Changle has always thought that the rafts under his feet are the fastest in the world. Today, he worked side by side with the three raft brothers to make the rafts fly. But he always felt that it was not fast enough, and he wanted to support the rafts into the Yangtze River in an instant.

"Easier, more blockier." The smooth sailing of the sharp-bottomed cliffs was hanging full of sails. The wooden oars in Wu Laobai's hand were really used like flying. The sharp-bottomed cliffs that won at speed cut through the waves and walked on the Grand Canal.

The boat that could carry twenty people was loaded with twenty adults and four children. Wu Laobai had never had such a serious overload in the past few decades.

Even a water expert like Wu Laobai did not expect that his boat could be as fast as he had already traveled back and forth twice today. Due to excessive force, his waist seemed to be broken, and his two arms still had endless strength.

"I have transported the salt and rice, even the official silver, but now the people are transported," Wu Laobai shouted to his son on starboard: "I don't have to bury me even if I live and die. I don't have to bury me. I just kicked it into the water. Even if I die, I have to see with my own eyes how much our ship has put in the country."

If you are so tired that you will be glorious when you see Yama. This is a real thing to give your ancestors a face. If you can devote yourself to such a big thing, you will be willing to die of exhaustion.

Wu Laobai's son is less than 20 years old, and he rides a boat with his father, pursing his lips and not speaking. He just struggles to slash the wooden pulp in his hand...

The dozens of Yangzhou elders on the boat, including poor and rich, were all rich. Although they didn't speak, their eyes were full of gratitude.

The court abandoned them, but the compatriots in the world did not forget them.

There were soldiers who fought to the death to defend themselves, and even these unknown boatmen were killed. I heard that there were large ships coming from Zhejiang along the canal at the estuary of the Yangtze River...

The whole world is paying attention to this place and doing its best to save the creatures in Yangzhou. It is so lucky to be born in this nation and be a member of this nation!

"Uncle Hei, I will give you my oil cake." Seeing that Wu Laobai could not make any effort to fuck her, a girl of six or seven years old brought the oil cake to Wu Laobai's mouth and fed him bit by bit: "Only after eating the oil cake, I have the strength to row."

Although the old white man was as black as charcoal, he was most afraid of others saying something black, especially when he was working on a boat, he simply touched his reverse scales. But now his mouth was filled with sweet oil cakes, and although he couldn't speak, his pride and satisfaction were no longer expressed.

It's worth it, it's really worth it. Little girl, after eating your oil cake today, I'm not hungry for three days.

In addition to bamboo and wood rafts, there are also boats and boats passing by. When they are busy and have no time to fart, they suddenly find that there are many beautiful boats decorated with red lanterns.

Wu Laobai traveled between the canal and the Yangtze River. When he had some spare money, he went to the hall to find women in the hall. Although he never dared to get into a gold-selling cave like a flower boat, he knew that this was the flower boat on the Qinhuai River.

Even the brothel prostitutes who were laughing came over, and the whole world was watching here.

The world is attracting attention.

It's really worth it. The entire army to die is playing with their lives. Isn't that what I'm doing?

In the first few days, the strategy of water and land was confirmed to be a huge success, especially the narrow passage on land, which played a key role. In a few days, tens of thousands of people evacuated through this lifeline.

The evacuation of this scale could not be hidden from the Qing soldiers. After the Tatars discovered this large-scale life and death rescue, they immediately came to their senses. In less than two days, they mobilized heavy troops to attack the line of defense of the dead army.

Tong Tulai's Han army flag, plus most of the Manchu flag, and the half of the Mongolian flag that had been crippled long ago all turned west and south, and more than 15,000 elite soldiers and a considerable number of new affiliated troops were all escorted over.

This is already more than half of the elite forces of the Qing army. Duoduo's strategy has changed from capturing Yangzhou to blocking the army to killing the dead.

This major shift in strategic direction caused the pressure of Tongsimen to suddenly ease, and outside Anjiangmen, it became the main battlefield for the bloody battle in Yangzhou.

"The Gengzi Camp suffered more than half of the casualties, and it was almost impossible to hold on," said team officer Cheng Zidong, who was covered in blood on his face, and his leather armor was cut, barely hanging on his body. The wound on his left arm was still bleeding, and he said loudly: "Please send troops to help as soon as possible."

The battle was so miserable. After this day of fighting, the Gengzi Camp, which was full of people, was still alive with less than 500 people, including several minor and serious wounded soldiers.

Throughout the entire era of cold weapons, more than half of the casualties have not yet completely collapsed, and it is an absolute iron army, and it deserves the pride and pride of any leading figure.

Facing his own iron army, Li Si was furious: "Reinforcement? Tell me what I am doing when I come to Yangzhou?"

"Send to death."

"I didn't hear it."

"Report to the loyal Lord, we are here to die."

"Okay," the battle has reached this point, and there has been advancement but no retreat. Even if the entire army to die is flirting with the death, he has to bite the bullet. Li Si really had his eyes red and his face was yelling with a ferocious look: "You still remember that you are here to die, so hurry up and die on the position where you should die. If the flag officer dies, the team officer fills it in. If the team officer dies, ask your battalion officer to fill it in. When will you die, come and ask reinforcements again."

"Report to the loyalty," the team official Cheng Zidong thrust his chest and shouted with a firm tone: "The official of the Geng character camp has been killed."

In this day's battle, the two battalions of officials had already been killed in the death army.

It was pure nonsense to say that he didn't feel sorry for him. When he heard that all the officials of the Geng camp had been killed, Li Si's heart was like a knife, which was really heartbreaking.

The battalion officers are the highest officers in the army to die. Even officers of this level were killed, which shows how tragic the battle was. "Let you come and die" is largely to inspire the bloody courage of the soldiers. The army to die is the force of the nation and the backbone of resistance. These officers are the elite among the backbone elites. Every loss of one is equivalent to missing a seed, which is equivalent to missing a heavy hope...

But now is not the time to feel distressed, even if it hurts so much that it hurts, I have to hold on.

Li Si used his hysterical scream to hide his grief: "Cheng Zidong."

"exist."

"From now on, you are the battalion officer of the Geng camp. If you die in battle, let your team officer replace you and hold on until dark..."

"Report to Zhongcheng Bo, the Gengziying has stopped dark."

"Fart," Li Si shouted angrily, jumped up and kicked Cheng Zidong, the new battalion officer: "You are not dead yet, so you can't stand it. Hurry up and go back to fight. If you die, I will fill it in person. I want to see which one of the Dead Army or the Tartars can fight better."

"Yes." Cheng Zidong didn't say much anymore, and trotted away with a fork.

"Zhennan." The huge casualties made Li Si unable to maintain his rationality enough, and he roared and summoned the boys.

"The child is here, what are your own father's instructions?"

"How many people do you have?"

"There are thirteen more, one of them is about to die."

The kids were never suitable for use in such frontal battlefields, but the defense line of the army to die has been constantly contracted by the overwhelming Qing army. Behind them are the people of Yangzhou who are evacuating hastily...

Li Si couldn't care much, so he could only distribute the kids everywhere like pepper sprinkled, shocking the enemy with a crazy suicide attack while increasing the morale of the dead.

Li Si reached out and took his close-fitting sword and handed it to Zhennan, a half-aged child, and picked up an iron fork: "Hold my knife to reinforce the Gengzi Camp. I don't care what method you use, as long as you can defend the position of Gengzi Camp, this knife is yours."

This is the close-fitting sword of my own father. With this thing, I am the most powerful warrior under my own father.

My father took all the forks, and he was going to put them on his own. If he asked his father to go on the battlefield, it would be a shame for the entire army to die. This great shame can only be washed away by the blood of the kids.

"Yes." Li Zhennan shouted in pain in his throat. He looked back and greeted the remaining dozen children: "Each person takes three iron cucumbers and one iron winter melon, and they all come with me. It's time to serve his father."

"Slow down," Li Si looked at the half-big children with big heads and small bodies, and said in a rare kind tone: "It is absolutely necessary not to attack with suicide. I don't want you to die."

"The boys understand."

More than a dozen thin figures quickly disappeared into the crowd.

The shouts of killing around him were shocking the sky. The army to die was struggling with all their efforts to create a killing force in the meat grinder in Yangzhou. The sun and moon blood flag, which was more than ten feet high, was waving in the wind like a living thing.

The soldiers who went to the death not far away were already crazy, as fierce as wild beasts and as fierce as evil ghosts. Facing the Qing army like the storm of anger, people occasionally detonated the iron cucumbers and the enemy's jades on their bodies.

The setting sun behind me is like blood, and the blood in front of me is better than the setting sun. There are broken blades and rifles everywhere, and blood and flesh are flying everywhere.

In order to protect the people of Yangzhou and to protect the life behind him, the army to die put themselves in the most unfavorable situation.

The battle in Yangzhou was not for the battle for the city, nor was it entirely to save the 800,000 lives in the city. It was to preserve the courage and blood of the Chinese nation. Because once the army to die was defeated, Yangzhou would face a bloody disaster on ten days. Ten days in Yangzhou were not just a bloody massacre, but its far-reaching significance was to interrupt people's backbone and courage to resist.

The barbarians were shocked by bloody means and dared not resist. Such an ending was unacceptable no matter how hard it was.

"I have used all my deep scheming and used all my black methods. I have turned these honest and simple villagers into bloodthirsty beasts and bloodthirsty ghosts, and released the most brutal part of human nature. I have handed over everything to this nation. If I still can't win over the tide of Yangzhou, it means that the army to die is not qualified to be the guardian dog of this nation."

It would be too insignificant to be able to preserve the blood and courage of the Chinese nation and pay the entire army to die.

The two battalions A and B, which were in front of the front, also suffered the most fierce attack from the Qing army. Several support points had been broken, and the Qing army was rushing over the trench of the Bing Trench and shouting.

Li Si stepped forward and stood side by side with the soldiers of the Yi character camp.

The loyal uncle, known as the God of War, personally took the battle, and his morale was immediately overwhelmed. Even those seriously injured struggled to crawl, looking for all weapons to use...

At this moment when I was with my warrior, the mania in my heart subsided, and I could even clearly hear the calm breathing of the soldiers behind me.

Everyone is ready to die.

"For generations, countless ancestors died for my country. Today, it's our turn." Li Si clenched the fork in his hand and shouted without turning his head: "I will never retreat."

"Go to die, let's die."

"Dog Tartars, come." The soldiers were already impatient and shouted for a challenge and rushed forward wildly.

"Bang bang" the continuous sound of muskets, and the Qing soldiers on the left wing immediately fell down.

"Let it go again." He Junliping held the musket and issued a steadily firing order. More than 400 muskets fired another volley.

The Qing army was rushing towards the front to be ready to rush to the second battalion of the A and B to the death army. The musket soldiers suddenly appeared on the flank. At such a close distance, they were both trenches in front and behind, and they could not escape from each other, and they instantly dropped hundreds of people.

"Front forward, front loading."

Eight or nine hundred muskets and the civilians who were ready to fill up at any time moved forward alternately in the voice of commands. The unknown civilian He Junli commanded the entire musket camp like a famous general who had experienced many battles.

Under his command, the Musket Battalion was like a precise and accurate war machine, and was constantly advancing at a slow but neat pace.

The "Bang Bang" musket was fired again, and the fan-shaped strike surface achieved significant results. Each launch could kill dozens or even hundreds of Qing soldiers.

"The rear row is launched and the front row advances." The two rows of "civilian recruits" holding muskets moved forward alternately according to He Junli's command. Behind were empty-handed civilians ready to replace the injured musket soldiers at any time to fill the fire gap.

Under the continuous and wide attack of the musket soldiers, the Qing army suffered heavy casualties.

The second battalion of A and B was the main force in the army to die. Seeing that the Qing soldiers were already in chaos, they rushed up immediately.

Li Si, who was holding an iron fork, was about to enter the battlefield just now, pausing and looking at the musket camp, which was basically composed of civilians and men, who had not been established for many days.
To be continued...