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Chapter 559: Capture of Bazhou (Part 1)

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    While the war in Bazhou was gathering, Yang Hu and his wife, far away in Shandong, were having a good time.

    Tang Zihe's strategy was right. Splitting his troops to attack Henan and Shandong could not only attract the attention of the imperial officers and soldiers, and share the pressure of Bazhou being heavily attacked, but also expand the influence of the rebel army beyond Beizhili, not just limited to it.  A small town in Bazhou, in the words of the previous life, was the so-called "prairie fire".

    The Great Fire was a great success. Yang Hu and his wife moved to Northern Zhili and Shandong. Whenever they encountered encirclement and suppression by the army, they would avoid it when the situation was strong and fight when the situation was weak. They instigated the refugees all the way. When they reached the gates of Jinan Prefecture, the original 10,000 people rebelled.  The army's ranks actually increased without any damage, and expanded to more than 30,000 people. The 30,000 rebels took advantage of the wind and thunder, and sent hundreds of rebels disguised as civilians in advance. After entering the city, they seized the city gates and captured Jinan City almost without any suspense.  , after a lot of burning, killing and looting, Yang Hu and his wife made a lot of money. They robbed everything that should be robbed from official warehouses, private warehouses and shops, and put it all into their own pockets.

    It was not until today that Yang Hu and his wife discovered that rebellion is a great cause with great prospects and huge profits. In comparison, hiding in the deep mountains and old forests and killing fat sheep with sap was so insignificant. It was simply a waste of youth and time.

    As they became the king of the city, the couple became more determined. It was so easy to capture Jinan, and the officers and soldiers of the so-called guard station of the imperial court seemed vulnerable. So Yang Hu and his wife gradually felt that they were talents, talents who could change the world. Such talents are still  Isn't it a bit aggrieved to be under the command of a woman?  They always thought that it would be such a great thing to rise up and capture the imperial city, so Yang Hucai defected to Tang Zihe with reverence and was willing to be driven by him. However, until today when they captured Jinan City, the couple discovered that occupying a city did not involve themselves.  It¡¯s so difficult to imagine¡­

    A tall anti-flag with the word "Yang" was planted at the top of Jinan City. The anti-flag was obviously shoddy, with no lines, no borders, and no title. The snow-white silk flag had a huge black "Yang" embroidered on it. From a distance, it looked like someone had died.  As if an important figure was paying tribute to him all over the city, Yang Hu originally planned to find a woman who was good at embroidery to embroider an eye-catching tiger flag with a white forehead to show his identity. As a result, wherever the rebels went, corpses were everywhere.  It was extremely difficult to find a woman who was good at embroidery. He turned around and looked at his wife Cui Cui had always only killed people with knives, and she was not professional in such a job as embroidery needles.

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    When the messenger sent by Tang Zihe rushed to Jinan Prefecture to ask for help, Yang Hu and his wife were sitting in the lobby of the Jinan Magistrate's Yamen. The lobby had been ravaged by the rebels. The former Jinan Magistrate Chen Jiyuan had been arrested by the rebels on the day the city was breached.  They stripped off their clothes and hung them on the high flagpole, lighting up sky lanterns.

    The plaque "Mingjing Hanging" in the hall was burned as firewood. Yang Hu and his wife gathered around the fire to keep warm and drink while chatting calmly.

    "Qin and Kan are besieging Bazhou with a hundred thousand troops. Should we save him or not?"

    Cui said calmly: "How to save? Now we have a total of more than 30,000 troops, and they are all refugees of mixed quality. If we return to the army to save Bazhou, do you think you can repel the imperial court's 100,000 troops? Or can you think of Bazhou City?  Rescue Marshal Tang and create great achievements again?"

    Yang Hu rubbed his nose and said nothing.

    Cui sneered: "Even if we are lucky and rescue Tang Zihe, who will have the final say on our rebel army in the future? Will Tang Zihe still give orders? We can also do what she can do, why should we  Do you want to take huge risks to go to Bazhou to save an ancestor and come out to ride on our heads?"

    Yang Hu glared: "You're right, why can't you speak more politely? Why did I marry a bitch like you?"

    Ms. Cui was even more tempered: "My surname Yang, now we only occupy a Jinan city. Before you show off in front of me, you have the ability to enter the capital and become the emperor, and give me the title of queen. At that time, I will  Spread your legs and create thirty-six postures, you can play however you like."

    Yang Hu felt a little wilted, snorted angrily, and said, "You mean, we don't need to pay attention to Tang Zihe being besieged in Bazhou?"

    Cui said: "Why should we care about such a thankless thing? Last month, our old brother Sheng Bin just used some force on a bitch in Bazhou City, and was killed by Tang Zihe on the spot.  , she kills our people at will, without saving any face. Now she is in trouble and thinks of us. What does she think of us? Are we dogs that she can order around? "

    A trace of hesitation flashed in Yang Hu's eyes: "We Jianghu men are talking about morality. I'm afraid if we don't save people in the face of death"

    "Yang Hu, you have to understand that we are no longer gangsters, but a real rebel army that rebels and seizes the country. The army only looks at the pros and cons and never talks about morality Marshal Zhang Mao of the West Road also sent a messenger yesterday  , now Zhang Mao has 20,000 troops and is pointing directly at Daming Mansion in Northern Zhili. HeThe hair trembled.

    When the civilians and the rebel soldiers rushed to fill the gap where the successive dynasties collapsed, the troops in the Beijing camp outside the city burst into loud cheers.

    Qin Kan looked at the weak and desperate figure at the top of the city and closed his eyes tiredly.

    "Ding Shun"

    "exist."

    "Beat the drums and attack the city!"

    "yes."

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    Amid the overwhelming cries of killing, the soldiers of the Beijing camp carried ladders and held steel knives in their hands, rushing toward the gap like a tide.

    Fuqiang Bo Mao Rui took the lead, dancing with great force with an iron spear that was ten feet long, and knocked away countless arrows fired at him from the top of the city. The moat in winter had dried up by 40%. Mao Rui jumped off the moat and swam forward, and soon  Swimming across the river quickly, hundreds of rebel soldiers rushed out from the gap in the city wall, screaming. Mao Rui showed no fear, stabbing left and right with a long spear, showing his unstoppable courage.

    The impregnable Bazhou City was torn open by the brute force of the artillery. The advantage of defending the city had gradually disappeared. The imperial court and the rebel soldiers inevitably clashed directly. The rebel army was only a rebel army after all. Their composition  They were all landless refugees, prisoners and thieves. The personnel were complex and poorly trained. The gap opened by the artillery seemed to have also blasted away the last trace of persistence in their hearts.

    When countless rebels blocked the gap to resist the soldiers of the Beijing camp, countless rebels saw that the situation was not good and threw down their weapons, or squatted in tents in the city with their heads in their hands like ordinary people, or simply ran towards the north gate.  When Qin and Kan besieged the city, they still followed the old method of besieging three buildings and one that had been passed down for thousands of years. The purpose of opening the north gate was to leave a chance for the rebels in the city to prevent them from risking their lives in a desperate fight.  The rebels fled towards the city gate that was the only way to survive, and the pressure on the city wall suddenly decreased a lot.

    The resistance of the rebels became weaker and weaker. At one point, the soldiers of the Beijing camp broke through the gap, and then they were head-butted and bitten by the rebel soldiers, forcing them back.  Bag after bag of sandbags were thrown into the gap by the people in the city from the top of the city. The common people with solemn or anxious faces carried the sandbags and desperately filled the gap, trying to plug the gap in the city wall that had been destroyed by artillery. It seemed that the only way to do this was to block the gap.  Only when they get up can they gain vitality.

    A child of about seven or eight years old was surprisingly dragging a bag of sandbags that was several times heavier than him. He was only wearing thin coarse clothes, his feet were bare, his clothes were as ragged as a beggar's, and his arms and legs were as thin as a beggar's.  The reed poles in winter were obviously unable to drag the sandbags with their weak body, but he was still like an ant moving a mountain, trying his best to drag the sandbags into the gap.

    Snapped!

    The child fell hard to the ground, leaving a bloody mark on his forehead. The child did not cry out in pain and dragged the sandbag without giving up. The sandbag remained motionless.

    The child finally burst into tears: "Mom, mother the officers and soldiers are coming to kill me. I'm so scared. Where are you?"

    The adults carrying sandbags to fill the gap hurried past him and gave the child a sympathetic look. It was obvious that the child was already an orphan. His parents may have died under the harsh government of Bazhou a long time ago.

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    Qin Kan, whose heart was as heavy as a lead weight, stood quietly not far from the gap in the city wall. Seeing the people on the city wall who were carrying sandbags regardless of life and death, Qin Kan's heart became heavier and he even felt a deep feeling.  A deep shiver from the very core.

    Is this the will of the people?

    Tang Zihe, who wins this battle between you and me?  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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