Finally, when the shelling ended.

What is presented to people is no longer a position, but a bloody and purgatory. The field covered with sorghum seedlings has completely changed its appearance - there are charred craters and mud blown away by shells, collapsed trenches, burning wooden beams, and black wooden boards that are still smoking. Everything is said to be the world, but rather a hell.

Looking around, there are broken deer villages, scattered branches and wooden signs. All of this makes the wilderness even more broken, and what is left is corpses and blood. The corpses and broken limbs and broken limbs are scattered on the entire position. It is difficult to find a complete corpse among these broken limbs and broken arms. Even if only one leg is blown off, it is already considered lucky. Many people only left a charred blood-filled body or a bloody arm and thigh. More people were even blown into pieces of debris. No one knew where the pieces of meat were blown to, but looking around, there were pieces of flesh and blood everywhere...

I don't know how many people completely disappeared from this world under the dense artillery fire, and only a fragment of clothes or a burnt minced meat proved that they had existed.

After an hour of artillery attack, the first line of defense of the Shun Army had been completely erased, and there was no even a complete trench. Most of the bunkers, in fact, their firepower points, had been destroyed. Many anti-aircraft sheds turned into scorched earth with smoke. The artillerymen pushed nine-pound cannons to close the artillery shells and destroyed many anti-aircraft sheds. Of course, the gunners also paid the corresponding price. Hundreds of gunners were killed and injured under the fire, but they successfully destroyed many of the thieves' firepower points.

While the firepower point was destroyed, the infantry who had been lying under the line of fire and shot against the thieves jumped up with the whistle and charged again. Just like they were in training, they quickly crossed the ditch more than half a meter wide, and when they were about to rush out, they threw grenades into the trenches. Then they launched the charge, which was different from the initial idea-the Shun army in the trenches did not resist so strongly.

The one-hour shelling made many people confused by the bombing. Even when the Ming army rushed over, they just looked at the killing officials. A few resisting people were soon stabbed to death in the trenches by bayonets, and more Shun troops chose to surrender.

Actually, there are not many people.

When he discovered that the Ming army was approaching artillery, Gao Yigong ordered the artillery to bombard the Ming army's artillery while retreating the troops on the front line. There was no artillery shed, but it was just seeking death. Fortunately, he saw the opportunity early, otherwise he would not know how many lives would be left on the first line of defense.

Finally, when he stepped onto the thief's position, Zhu Cunlin was not happy at all. He stared at the corpses on the ground and did not speak for a long time. There were broken limbs and broken arms everywhere in the trenches, and the thief's resistance was stubborn. If it weren't for their anti-cannon sheds being destroyed one by one, I'm afraid everyone would still be shooting against them now.

Not only the thieves died. There were corpses of hundreds of soldiers scattered in the open space in front of their positions. The breastplate on their bodies proved the identity of these people, and the official army also shed blood on this position. There were still more than a dozen wreckages of gun mounts in the distance, and the gun mounts made of hardwood were blown up. The once roaring guns were smoked and roasted on the burning gun mounts.

This is war, and it is fair to both sides of the war.

The same death, the same sacrifice, the same blood...

Looking at the sunset in the distance, Zhu Cunlin didn't say anything. He just silently looked at the burning clouds in the sky. The clouds were very red, as red as blood.

Although he had only one thought in his mind when he first went to the battlefield - to kill all the thieves, now he has no such thought in his mind.

They were once ordinary people of the Ming Dynasty, and they had no choice but to become thieves, and many of them were even raped as soldiers. Many brothers in the whistle were like this.

"Master, what should we do if these thieves?"

Zhang Xiaoding pointed to the trembling prisoners and asked, "The chief of the sentry was killed, and now the chief supervisor is the commander. As long as he gave the order, everyone would send them to the west with a bayonet without hesitation. Of course, the cement over there also needs to be filled, and it is not impossible to bury them alive, as this will even save trouble.

When they were in Xiying in the past, they did a lot of such work.

Looking at the prisoners with a dirt-faced face and a panic-looking look, Zhu Cunlin waved.

"Look at them, let them clean the battlefield, buried the bodies of these thieves, carried the bodies of the brothers onto the carriage, sent them to the back, and turned around and buried the Martyrs' Temple, and... "

When he arrived, he emphasized specifically.

"Don't kill them, like you, they are all good people. After all, they are born to their parents..."

After saying that, Zhu Cunlin stopped talking, but just looked at the distance silently. His mood seemed a little heavy, not only because there were not many people living in the Qin Palace, but more importantly, the death in front of him clearly told him a reality - people in troubled times are not as good as dogs!

In this chaotic world, there is actually no difference between you being a noble or a commoner. Life and death are just a matter of a moment, and everyone is just duckweed in the chaotic world, but they just go with the flow and strive to live.

The relatives of the Qin Palace were pitiful, but these people were pitiful, too. When they looked at the people, looking at their thin figures, Zhu Cunlin sighed in his heart, at least the relatives of the Qin Palace could still have enough food and not be hungry, but what about them?

Sitting on the edge of the trench, Zhu Cunlin recalled the scenes he saw after escaping from Xi'an, mixed with the hungry refugees. He had also been hungry. On the way to escape, he snatched food from the dog's mouth for a bite of food. In order to survive, he had also... ate human flesh.

In fact, everything everyone does is to live!

It is just to live. In this chaotic world, whether it is the common people or the so-called dragon, son, phoenix and grandchildren, what he wants is to survive. Everything he does is nothing more than to survive.

Alive!

It's really not easy!

Just like now, isn’t these dead thieves living because they have become good people?

But in the end, how many people can survive?

With a long sigh, for a moment, he couldn't even bear to witness this battlefield again...
Chapter completed!