He Luo was tied to the war horse. Yue Polu ran wildly, and he could only run with his legs. He fell to the ground without taking a few steps. The war horse continued to run wildly, grinding his armor on his body, his helmet fell to the ground, and his gravel and grass sticks slashed across his body, and his face was covered with blood.
The spots of redness remained on the sandy land. The pain on the body was still a trivial matter, and what he saw along the way made He Luo really frightened.
An**'s soldiers were cleaning the battlefield, and all the Qing soldiers were chopped up. Even the wounded were still breathing a sigh of relief, they would not be polite. The chopped heads were all loaded on the carriage, like a carriage of watermelons.
He Luo has been through a long battle, and can also be said to be like killing people. Moreover, he has changed things and emerged one after another. But just like any executioner, he can treat others extremely cruelly, but when he really reaches his own body, he becomes particularly fragile!
Yue Polu asked his soldiers to drag He Luo to Gu Zhenhua. Not far away, the soldiers were piled up the heads of the Qing soldiers, like a hill.
Each head was covered in blood and had a hideous face, and it was piled up together, which was simply a scenery that only existed in hell. He Luohui's legs became weak and he fell directly to the ground.
Yue Polu looked at him with contempt, then said to Gu Zhenhua: "Brother Seventh, this guy is the leader of the Qing army. His name is He Luohui. We have been captured alive!"
When Gu Zhenhua heard the three words He Luo knew, he was shocked. He hurriedly took two steps, arrived in front of this guy, and looked carefully and then.
In fact, it is not a question of Gu Zhenhua's surprise. This person actually has an unsolvable connection with a historical unsolved case, namely the Sichuan Massacre.
In the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, Sichuan lost tens of millions of people, and countless compatriots were brutally massacred, and finally had to fill Sichuan with Huguang!
In the history revised by the Qing Dynasty, and those orthodox historians, without exception, blamed Zhang Xianzhong, believing that this was the murderous demon king.
But what is strange is that Zhang Xianzhong died bravely in the fourth year of the Qing Dynasty, that is, in 1647. He was in Sichuan for less than four years. The subsequent anti-Qing struggle in Sichuan lasted for more than ten years. If Zhang Xianzhong really killed so many people, was the Qing army fighting with ghosts? Obviously, this was a carefully woven scam.
Moreover, Gu Zhenhua has dealt with bandits and is very clear about them. Whether it is Li Zicheng or Zhang Xianzhong, they are cruel, but they are targeting bureaucrats, landlords, scholars, and ordinary people. They not only do not massacre them, but also propose to equalize the land and exempt taxes.
After all, the peasant army is a class contradiction. Their massacre is just a vested interest group. The Qing Dynasty is a foreign race. Only they will carry out indiscriminate massacres against the Han people!
There is no doubt that the real culprit was the Qing Dynasty, and He Luohui was the assistant to assist Haoge in Sichuan. It is very likely that he was the culprit of the massacre of Sichuan!
Thinking of this, Gu Zhenhua was also filled with anger and stared at He Luohui fiercely. This guy also felt uneasy from Gu Zhenhua's sharp gaze.
"What do you want to do? I, hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers of the Qing Dynasty, have not enough people to see at all. Even if you win by chance, you will not be able to escape and die. I advise you to surrender quickly. With your ability, it is not impossible to be a king!"
When Gu Zhenhua heard this, he laughed: "He Luo will, he will be smart when he dies. But if you make the wrong abacus, my master will not learn from Wu Sangui. And I can also tell you that one day, I will slaughter all the Tartars and make you regret entering the pass!"
He Luo was frightened by these words, but he still insisted on keeping a way out and said to Gu Zhenhua: "The Han people all pay attention to leaving a way out for everything. Your officials often say that you are thinking about danger and retreat. You should think about the future and not leave the road. How cruel Jingguan is, both sides are warriors. Why do you have to anger my Qing Dynasty? Then you will only die."
"I don't care about putting away the coercion and temptation. I'm thinking about how to make you feel more comfortable."
While he was speaking, the soldier sent the captured flag flag over. When Gu Zhenhua looked at the flagpole, his eyes lit up. He smiled and said to Yue Polu: "After the Jingguan piles up numbers, the flagpole stood in the middle, pierced He Luohui from behind, wore candied haws, and kept poking the flagpole out of his mouth, and used him as a flag!"
Yue Polu rubbed his fists and nodded constantly: "Brother Seven, this move is so amazing, I'll go now!"
He Luohui also heard it clearly, and his butt suddenly tightened. This guy knew that this way of killing would not die for the time being, and he could only endure the pain of body penetration. He had done this before, putting the escaped slaves on the wooden stake, making them wail and scream, and intimidating other slaves.
He Luo wouldn't care if he abused others, but when it was his turn, he couldn't bear it. He opened his mouth suddenly and wanted to bite his tongue and commit suicide.
Gu Zhenhua, who was staring at him, could see clearly, and quickly swung his hand and swung out the machete in his hand. The hilt hit He Luohui's mouth, smashing all his front teeth and blood rushed out.
"Show me, don't take advantage of this guy."
Soon two Jingguans were set up, with nearly two thousand heads piled up like hills. Moreover, the soldiers also put eight words in front of Jingguan with blood and broken swords according to Gu Zhenhua's order.
The end of the Tartars!
Traitors’ Review!
The blood was full of shocking eyes. There was no doubt that doing so would anger the Qing Dynasty, and even made Dorgon point his finger at An** at all costs.
But Gu Zhenhua did not regret it. He had to give the Qing Dynasty a heavy deterrence and also a role model for those bureaucratic and gentry. How could the Qing Dynasty dominate the Central Plains? There was a large group of traitors like Wu Sangui who led the way as pawns, and a large number of gentry and landlords followed him to beg for mercy and were willing to do things for the Qing Dynasty.
They just care about their glory and wealth, and use the excuse of the change of rise and fall to give their shamelessness a powder.
Gu Zhenhua wanted to use bloody facts to tell these guys that surrendering to the Qing Dynasty was not glorious and wealthy, and it could lose his head, and it was the most miserable way to die. Every guy who wanted to surrender would unconsciously think of Jingguan and their possible outcome!
He Luo's whole body was stripped naked, and the tip of the flagpole entered his body bit by bit. The guy let out a scream, like a night owl, and everyone he heard was chilling in his bones. The soldiers present couldn't help but secretly discuss. This Gu Jue Ye was such a cruel method!
At this moment, Guo Yunlong also rushed over with a man, and his soldiers were carrying seven-star swords, Wu-like banners and other things.
Gu Zhenhua's eyes suddenly lit up. Could it be that he had caught Wu Sangui?
If this traitor fell into his hands and chopped him up, it would be like a knife in the Qing Dynasty.
"Seventh brother, I'm ashamed. We were deceived by Wu Sangui and only caught a substitute."
As he said that, he pushed someone in front of Gu Zhenhua. Gu Zhenhua took a closer look and found that he knew him, and he was also the deputy general Yang Kun.
Gu Zhenhua sneered slightly: "Deputy General Yang, I didn't expect that we would meet like this. Was it unexpected?"
"It's indeed unexpected." Yang Kun said with a wry smile: "Sir Gu, I really didn't expect that you could have such ability. My surname is Yang, I don't ask for anything else, I just want you to give me some pleasure in the sake of getting to know each other."
"Happy? I think beautifully!" Zhou Yingjie also rushed over and said sternly: "You shameless guys, as Han people, surrendered to the Qing Tartars, are you still human? I think He Luo is still a little lonely, and just prepares a flagpole for you, and is just like him!"
When Yang Kun heard this, he was so scared that he sat on the ground. He looked at the people present in a daze and crawled to the feet of Guo Yunlong and others, crying bitterly.
"Brother Guo, Brother Li, Brother Yue, we were still Guan Ningjun who had been through life and death a few days ago. Do you have the heart to see me worse than death? I beg you, give me a knife!"
As he said that, Yang Kun kowtowed, Li Xu frowned and said to Gu Zhenhua: "Seventh brother, Yang Kun has not had any major evil in recent years. He surrendered to the Qing Dynasty and had not had time to do anything bad. I think it would be better not to make things difficult for him!"
Gu Zhenhua looked at Yang Kun and suddenly sneered: "Yang Kun, you don't have to ask for pleasure. I can save you a life, but you have to promise to do something for me!"
"Sir Gu, tell me, the villain is definitely not vague."
"I want you to go back to Guanning Jun and stare at Wu Sangui!"
"You, did you let me be a spy?"
"Yang Kun, the Qing Tartars were rabbits with their tails that could not grow. You have already made a mistake. Do you still want to miss this last chance?"
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"Mr., the seizures have been counted out. The Qing Dynasty was full of one man and two horses. We seized more than 3,600 horses, 1,800 pairs of armor, and countless other bows, arrows, swords and guns. But Wu Sangui and the others were chasing each other in a hurry, and did not bring much food or gold or silver."
Xia Shouli reported the situation to Gu Zhenhua, and Gu Zhenhua frowned: "There are indeed many seizures, but what we lack the most now is people! A thousand brothers are gone, and it will be difficult to attack Tianjin."
Everyone present also looked at each other. Tianjin not only had a port, but also leaned against the canal. If they wanted to go south, they had to pass through Tianjin. However, they marched continuously and fought another war. They were trapped and exhausted, and they were extremely tired. It was indeed too difficult to seize Tianjin, and even said that this was an impossible task!
"Sir Gu, I want to remind you that we are not far from Shanhaiguan." Li Jibo smiled and said, "You'd better come up with a solution quickly, otherwise Wu Sangui will escape back. Within three days, the Qing cavalry may catch up. At that time, as long as a few thousand people come, we can be stewed in a spoonful of us!"
"Old Li, can't you say something nice?"
"I want to say it nicely, but the dry food we brought out was almost done and the gunpowder was exhausted. If you don't have a good idea, you will probably disband and go back to Gaolaozhuang!"
Li Jibo said everything was the truth, and everyone present forgot the joy of victory for a while and set their eyes on Gu Zhenhua one by one.
Chapter completed!