Chapter 182 Bloody Prairie
Just when the two sides were fighting fiercely, the rebels organized a team to climb the south wall, and the defense of the county town suddenly became extremely tense.
The captain of the guard led dozens of his brothers as a commando team, rushing to wherever there was danger and barely holding off the rebels' attack.
However, the problem came. The mortar shells were gone , and the iron barrel guns were gone. The small Hongyuan County had only a few tents in the past, so how could there be so many ammunition reserves?
Soon, the bandits were no longer blocked by artillery fire, and a large number of rebel riders rushed towards the gap. The artillerymen picked up the machetes at their sides and joined in the hand-to-hand combat.
Bandits were everywhere, and the people in the city, including women, picked up sticks to join the fight. Everyone fought alone, and Zhao Yulin's 800 million stick had knocked down several bandits, and he also rushed into crowded places. The bullets were all reloaded, and the range was weak, so they just made do with close-range point shooting.
Zhao Yulin fought bravely and rushed towards the gap without hesitation, determined to block the largest city gate.
In the melee, a tall horse suddenly rushed towards him, and the bandit on the horse slashed at him with his knife. Zhao Yulin did not dodge or evade, but rushed forward and stabbed the horse's front leg with his spear before the bandit's long knife could chop down.
The horse felt severe pain and fell to the ground. Zhao Yulin quickly turned around and shot the bandit, making him unable to get up.
At this moment, there was a loud thud from behind Zhao Yulin, and he was hit by a huge force. He immediately rolled to the right, dragging the Eight Hundred Million Bar with him. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he turned around and saw a foreign monk holding a mace holding the reins of his horse. The horse let out a long neigh and raised its two front legs high, ready to step on him.
Zhao Yulin had nowhere to hide, so he rolled over desperately while holding the 800 million bar, and the bayonet swept across him.
The foreign monk did not expect that he was not afraid at all. Instead of retreating, he cut open his horse's belly and pretended to trample Zhao Yulin to death.
The horse's belly was its weakest point, and it couldn't bear the pressure while it was trying its best. Blood and internal organs gushed out, and both the man and the horse fell to the ground with a bang.
The foreign monk raised his mace and pretended to leap up, smashing it towards Zhao Yulin.
The distance was so close that there was no need to aim. Zhao Yulin just shot the foreign monk in the head. The monk's brain burst immediately, and his body straightened up, and after a little pause, he fell down .
There were fewer and fewer soldiers at the gap, and some bandits were already charging on horseback through the streets, killing anyone they saw.
He ran from one end to the other, firing one shot after another, and the bandits fell off their horses one by one. Everywhere there were shouts of fighting and killing and the groans of the wounded.
The city was breached and bandits swarmed in.
Seeing that the bandits were about to occupy the county town, Yangjin and Ma Libao organized women and children to quickly retreat into the county government office. The soldiers relied on the houses in the city to continue to resist and retreated step by step into the county government office to shrink their defense.
The bandits cheered loudly in the streets and set fire to houses to celebrate their victory. Soon they began to attack the gate of the county government.
The newly built Hongyuan County Office was just a large courtyard with a few side rooms in the east and west and two halls in the north and south. Although it was called a county office, it was actually not as big as the courtyards of wealthy families in the mainland.
More and more bandits came down from the back mountain and tried to climb over the wall and rush into the yard.
Zhao Yulin ran in the yard, shouting as he and his brothers rushed towards the most dangerous place. Women and children all joined the fight.
However, the bandits still used battering rams to break open the gate of the county government. The bandits on the street were jubilant and rushed in with all kinds of weapons in their hands.
At this moment, the majestic charge of the Divine Might Army suddenly sounded outside the city. The exhausted soldiers shouted that our reinforcements had arrived, and they rushed towards the enemy group one by one as if they were injected with chicken blood.
When the bandits heard the charge, they were frightened and fled outside in panic. The bandits who had just rushed into the county government office were quickly wiped out.
Zhao Yulin rushed to the corner of the collapsed wall in the backyard, fired all his bullets, and squatted down to look for bullet casings.
Yangjin walked over, helped him up, and wiped the blood off his forehead. Only then did he feel a slight pain in his back and a burning sensation on his forehead. He didn't know when he got the injury.
Li Sanqiang ran in to report to Zhao Yulin: the rebels have been defeated and the brothers are searching everywhere.
Zhao Yulin nodded and told him to mind his own business.
Baoning Prefecture received a secret report in the early morning : Xinjing Temple was in rebellion and was about to attack Hongyuan County. He immediately brought the prefecture's garrison battalion to reinforce, but was still a step too late.
Yangjin's elder brother Changji Nima shouted that he had personally killed the evil abbot and told him that he would never do evil again.
Zhao Yulin didn't say a word to them. He handed a bullet shell in his hand to the guard beside him and asked him to find it for him as there was another one on the ground.
He followed Yangjin back.
Yangjin said to him: Go and see the captain of the guard, he is almost dying.
Zhao Yulin walked quickly into the county government office and helped the captain of the guard who was lying on the bed. The young man was already in a coma. The guard next to him cried and shouted: Paparazzi, the third young master sees you coming, wake up paparazzi.
After calling out, the captain of the guard opened his eyes, turned his head with difficulty and smiled foolishly at Zhao Yulin. He said intermittently that he could not accompany the young master any longer and would be his guard in the next life.
The captain of the guard was called Gouzai, which was the name his mother gave him. He did not change the name even after joining the Shenwei Army. Zhao Yulin had never called him that because he felt it was a bit humiliating.
He led fifty brothers to fight in dangerous places. When the city wall collapsed, he led his brothers to kill the bandits who rushed in. When the city gate was broken, he led his brothers to block the gate and fight the bandits.
After everyone retreated into the county government office, he took the lead in guarding the gate. The gate of the county government office was made of wooden fences, which could not block the swords and arrows from outside. The captain of the guard was covered with sword and arrow wounds.
His femoral artery was pierced by an arrow and he was bleeding profusely, but he stood at the gate until the last drop of blood was lost. He fell facing outside the gate until reinforcements arrived.
The paparazzi tried his best to ask Zhao Yulin to call his name. He remembered that the third young master had never taught him his name once.
Zhao Yulin couldn't help crying and called out "Paparazzi" three times in succession.
The paparazzi showed a happy smile on his face and said that he wanted to go and see the place where the battle took place. The butter flowers were so beautiful.
Zhao Yulin carried the paparazzi on his back and went out. The messy battlefield had been almost cleaned up. The grass outside the county town was covered with blooming butter flowers, and the ground was golden.
The paparazzi cried out weakly that he was cold behind Zhao Yulin. He put the paparazzi down, sat on the grass and hugged him. The paparazzi leaned close to Zhao Yulin and said that he missed his mother.
When he was a child, he and his mother were wandering on the streets. When he saw the steaming delicious buns, his stomach growled and he drooled for the food. His mother had no money, so she ran to steal some for him. When they were discovered, the hooligans on the street beat and insulted his mother. His mother could not bear it any more, so she went home, drank bile and passed away.
Gouzai's speech was unclear, and his intermittent narration made Zhao Yulin sad, tears fell down, and he also missed his mother in the afterlife. He saw that Gouzai had closed his eyes peacefully, so he asked Yangjin to fetch his suona.
This battle seemed like a fight against rebels and bandits, but two fists are no match for four hands. Less than half of his 300-man guards are now alive, and all of them are bleeding. There has never been such a large number of casualties.
He carried the paparazzi on his back with difficulty and walked towards the hill. When he reached the top of the hill, he laid the paparazzi down diagonally, straightened his military uniform, and took the suona from Yangjin's hand.
Zhao Yulin stood up straight and played the funeral music of later generations. After playing it three times in a row, even the birds in the sky stopped flying in the sky and stood quietly on the hillside listening.
After a short rest, he played for the paparazzi the famous song "A Pot of Old Wine", which perfectly expressed the love of a mother for her son and the longing of a son for his mother.
Zhao Yulin's face was covered with tears. He played the instrument in all the different ways he had learned. The brothers around him stopped what they were doing and watched and listened to him until he finally blew the majestic charge horn. Li Sanqiang took the lead and roared, "Kill, kill, kill."
The sound of suona stopped abruptly. He wiped his tears and went down the mountain. He told Ma Libao to bury all the dead brothers on the mountain and erect a monument there so that they would be recorded in history and admired by thousands of people.
Zhao Yulin went back to the county government office and asked Yangjin to immediately send a message to all places, asking all temple abbots and the Zamp to meet in Baoning Prefecture five days later. He went back to the study, picked up a brush and wrote the two words "Hongyuan" in his Mao style. He wrote five pages in a row and asked the chief clerk to pick one and copy it on the future county gate after it was rebuilt.
He pulled Yangjin out of the county government office. The people on the street had resumed their previous lives, walking peacefully and comfortably. Li Sanqiang reported to him that the city and its surroundings had been cleaned up. The thick smoke in the distance was the burning bodies of the rebels, and the remnants around had been eliminated.
Zhao Yulin nodded and told him that Chief Steward Yangjin was a man of his words and that anyone who dispersed during the call would not be held accountable, even if they had previously rushed into the county town.
San Qiang immediately saluted them and then went to make arrangements.
Yangjin was very thankful, saying that it was fortunate that he arrived in time, as if he had been late for half a day, he might not have been able to see her. The purpose of the rebels this time was clear, which was to capture her, but these people did not expect Zhao Yulin to suddenly arrive in Hongyuan, which was like a pair of bare feet kicking on a red-hot iron plate, and they were completely crushed by the Shenwei Army.
Two days later, the golden grassland was filled with singing and laughter again. Zhao Yulin and Yangjin sat around the campfire, drinking wine and eating meat, and dancing the Guozhuang dance that the Tibetans loved.
After a night's rest, Zhao Yulin asked his seriously injured brother to recuperate in Hongyuan, while he and Yangjin continued to go to the prefecture. When they arrived at Xinjing Temple, he ordered all the monks inside to be driven out and lined up.
Zhao Yulin told them that the Shenwei Army supported freedom of religious belief, but as citizens of the Song Dynasty, they must be patriotic. Patriotism is the foundation, and treason will be punished by death.
He asked those who disagreed with what he said to stand up, and sure enough, three monks stood up.
The guards around him drew their machetes and walked forward to chop off the heads without hesitation. Immediately, hot yellow liquid could be seen flowing out from the feet of some monks.
Zhao Yulin asked again if there were any more. Two more monks stood up.
Before they could stand still, Changji Nima had already picked up his knife and killed the two men. The rest kept talking and the air was filled with the smell of urine.
