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End of Volume 4 Leviathan Chapter 40

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    I don't know how much time passed, but Mikhail seemed to hear someone calling his name far away. He wanted to open his eyes to see who it was, but his upper and lower eyelids seemed to be as heavy as cast lead.  After struggling for a while, he managed to open his eyes, only to see that everything in front of him was hazy, as if everything was shrouded in a thick fog.  "Captain! Captain! Wake up!" Mikhail turned his eyes and saw Yu Zhiheng shaking himself violently, with a look of concern on his face.  Mikhail tried his best to smile and asked: "How is it now?" "My people have already gone up, you don't have to worry! Master!" Yu Zhiheng looked at Mikhail's chest worriedly.  Er also felt the other person's gaze. He reached out and touched his chest. His fingertips immediately felt wet and slippery. He looked at his palm again and saw that it was already a bright red.  "Master, don't worry, I will bandage you right away and then have someone carry you off on a stretcher. Everything will be fine!" Yu Zhiheng clumsily tore open the hem of Mikhail's shirt to make a bandage, but  For some unknown reason, he tore the shirt several times without tearing it open.  "Don't bother, Yu!" Mikhail pushed Yu Zhiheng's arm weakly: "With so much blood, the shrapnel must have broken the artery. You are just prolonging my pain! Die on the battlefield  It's not a terrible thing for a Russian." At this point, he reached out to touch his chest with difficulty, took out a blood-stained relic box, kissed it on the lips, and whispered.  Said: "Yu, please give this to my wife and tell her that her husband has spent his life serving God and the Tsar, and that I love her-" At this point, Mikhail finally  After spending the last bit of his life, his right hand holding the cross lost its strength, and the reliquary fell back to his chest.  Yu Zhiheng stretched out his hand and stroked Mikhail's face a few times, wiped away the blood on his face, took off the relic box and put it in his arms carefully, and whispered to him: "Please  Don't worry, Master Mikhail, I will definitely bring this to your wife!" Then he stood up and looked towards the battlefield.  At this time, the Shun army had occupied most of the stone wall and captured the rebel Napoleon cannon. If it had not been for the addition of the more than 200 reserve troops led by Yu Zhiheng, the Shun army might have occupied the entire small town.  Dome Heights, but even so, they were not far from their goal.  Li Bin stood on the Napoleon cannon, waving his saber, and loudly encouraged his soldiers: "Be brave, children, be braver, drive these bastards down the mountain, you have to do it, you have to do it  Here we are!" But the rebel soldiers surrounded the flag and Tian Chao's body and refused to retreat. No matter how Li Bin encouraged his men, they still could not completely drive the enemy off the high ground.  At this time, the time hand has pointed to five o'clock in the afternoon, and the soldiers on both sides are exhausted. Even with Li Bin's arrogance, he has to admit that he cannot win the victory alone. The balance of victory depends on which side.  The reinforcements arrived first.  At this time, the dense bushes behind the high ground began to shake violently, and a pointed helmet of the Shun Army emerged from it, followed by the unique gray coat of the Shun Army.  This was the belated roundabout force led by Duncan. They wandered in the dangerous swamp for more than an hour, and several soldiers of the army paid the price with their lives.  But at this critical moment, this small force finally appeared at this critical place.  As for what happened next, I think it is enough to quote directly from the original text of Mr. Gillings's famous memoirs. Thanks to the brilliant pen of this British gentleman, the scale of this incident was not large.  The battle in "Cambridge History of China" actually occupies more than two pages. You must know that the famous Battle of Chibi in "Cambridge History of China" only takes up four lines and 117 English words. This is  To its Chinese readers, it is simply ridiculous.  "When I saw Major Duncan's red hair emerging from the bushes at the foot of the mountain, I had to think of the afternoon of June 18, 1815, which happened to be five o'clock on the high hill near Frichemont.  The bright line of spears appeared in the distance (This refers to the Battle of Waterloo, when the British and French armies fought fiercely until 5 p.m., and Bl¨¹cher, who led Prussia, arrived with his troops and attacked the French army, so Napoleon was defeated.) Maybe.  Some gentlemen may think that I am exaggerating in comparing the great battle that decided the fate of Europe to this small conflict at the edge of the world. But if we stand higher and look farther, we will find this 'small battle.  'There is a close connection with the two wars that almost destroyed the entire European civilization thirty years later. As a Chinese proverb says: 'The end is obvious, but the beginning will be subtle!'  Come back to that fight.Under the leadership of Major Duncan, the small group of Chinese soldiers crossed the swamp and appeared behind the high ground where the rebels were located.  Like a small weight falling on one end of the scale, victory immediately became an obvious fact.  The rebels who were attacked from both sides fell in rows, but except for a few people, the vast majority of them fell bravely on their positions.  The victory or defeat of the Little Round Top Heights determined the outcome of the entire battle. The Chinese commander immediately sent out his force to bypass the rebels' central position and moved his artillery to the Little Round Top Heights.  After occupying this well-positioned artillery position, the Chinese's excellent artillery can carry out side fire on the rebels' central position.  By seven o'clock in the evening, the rebels completely collapsed. Thousands of people abandoned their weapons and tried to escape under the cover of night. However, under the pursuit of a large number of Tatar cavalry loyal to the Chinese emperor, only a handful of them were able to escape.  Only people can escape.  In the next few days, the savage Tatar cavalry carried the newly severed heads as proof of receiving the bounty. Of course, they also captured them alive when possible, because there were many slaves behind the army.  Merchants were willing to pay to buy these captives and sell them to the west. This was a very profitable business.  There are many large cotton plantations in the west that are willing to pay high prices for these slaves, which provide more than half of the high-quality raw cotton to the factories in China's Jiangnan region that are competing fiercely with Manchester textile companies.  " Now let us turn the hands of time back to two o'clock in the morning that day, and talk about that unfortunate battlefield again, because it is indispensable to an important character in this book. " June 1886  The night of the 17th was a full moon night. The moonlight made it easier for Xibo and Khovd's cavalry to pursue the fierce pursuit of the army. It pointed out the movements of the deserters and handed over the people in the catastrophe to the greedy and ruthless people.  The Mongolian cavalry contributed to that massacre. In natural disasters, the night can sometimes help people to kill. When the last row of rebel soldiers fell in the crowd, there was only a piece of flat ground on the top of the small garden.  It was a desolate scene. The infantry of the Shun Army occupied the rebel camp. This was the usual practice of the victors, and they slept on the couch of the losers. At this time, Gao Tingyu returned to his tent and began to write a letter to the court.  Memorial. After describing the fierceness and cruelty of war, in order to prevent my readers from having the illusion that war is a noble activity, human emotions are sublimated in war, so that war can make human beings  It becomes noble and great. No, war is not like this, at least not entirely. It also has its ugly side, such as collecting the dead people's belongings immediately after victory, and the next morning's morning light often shines on the naked bodies.  Of course, taking the spoils has been the natural right of the victor since ancient times, but this does not mean that all those involved in this dirty and very profitable business are soldiers, just as there is always a small fish following the shark in the ocean.  The back of the army enjoys the food scraps left by the former. From ancient times to the present, there are these bat-like figures at the back of the army. They are half bandits and half servants. They wear military uniforms instead of going into battle. They pretend to be sick and ride with a lame heart.  , sometimes with women, riding in small cars, selling private goods, selling and stealing casually, beggars, orderlies, pickpockets and the like who asked the officers to be guides. These are only vaguely found in the corners of history books.  The number of scumbags that can be seen depends on the strictness of the general's military discipline, so we can judge the general's strictness from the number of tails in the army. As for Gao Tingyu, he is not immune, but there are not many in number.  On the night from the 17th to the 18th of the month, Gao Tingyu was strict and ordered the soldiers to kill without mercy. However, while the thieves were being shot on one side of the battlefield, thefts were still going on on the other side.  The moonlight illuminated the wilderness. About three o'clock in the morning, there was a person wandering along the concave road on the right side of the small garden. Judging from the appearance of this person, he was exactly the kind of person we just described. He was neither smooth nor smooth.  He was neither an army nor a rebel, neither a soldier nor a civilian. He looked half like a human and half like a ghost. He was wearing a cloak that covered his head. He was sneaky, but he was full of courage. He walked forward and walked towards.  Looking back. Who is he? His origin may be clearer in the night than in the day. He does not have a bag, but there are obviously some big pockets under the shirt. He stops and looks around for fear of anyone paying attention to him.  , he suddenly bent down, turned over some silent and motionless things on the ground, then stood up again and walked away secretly.  His movement, his air, his quick and mysterious movements were like the kind of wild ghosts that haunt the barren hills at dusk, the kind of wandering ghosts mentioned in legends on the prairie.
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