"It's Boro!"

To be a Chinese, the Gushan Beizi found a Gushan Beizi standing in the crowd. This Gushan Beizi was among Qin Hui who forced the regent to death last night.

The horse ran down the two red flag soldiers and rushed towards Boro desperately. Boro in despair heard the sound of horse hooves coming from behind. When he found a white flag clerk slashing at him, Boro subconsciously squatted down.

A long sword flew past, and a chicken feather fell to the ground.

Boro, who was almost scattered, was afraid that the White Flag robber would come again, so he didn't care about picking up the helmet that fell to the ground, raised his body and wanted to run westward, but a group of two Red Flag soldiers who were driven by White Flag robbers rushed towards him, blocking his way and also clamping him in the middle.

The Zhengbai Banner soldiers who were determined to avenge the unjustly dead banner master and no longer became Manchus's Zhengbai Banner soldiers were no less vicious than the Shun Army in the distance. They either directly rode their horses to rush, or slashed their swords, and killed the two red flags and some of the white flag soldiers who did not rebel.

It is really trapped inside and outside, and is attacked from the front and back.

The two red flag soldiers who were eager to escape did not care about what Beizi Ye did. They pushed and squeezed Boluo's shoes off.

Boluo was in a hurry and could only run around the camp with his bare feet with the defeated soldiers. His bare feet were trampled by the surrounding defeated soldiers from time to time. The pain made Gushan Beizi twitch his mouth, but he neither shouted nor dared to shout pain. He could only grit his teeth and acted as a "blind flow" with the crowd until he could no longer flow.

Anyway, the Zhengbai Banner soldiers faced the cavalry of Hu Maozhen, who rushed in. Just when the Hu cavalry swung his sword and horse and was about to kill, the Zhengbai Banner soldiers who knew Chinese shouted and showed to the Dashun Tian soldiers with practical actions that they were friendly forces of the Dashun Tian soldiers, not enemies.

"That, Boluo, Beizi, Aisin Gioro's family!"

Men Duhai turned over and got off the horse, carried a knife to the group of Six Flag soldiers kneeling on the ground. Under the curious gaze of the Dashun Heavenly soldiers, Men Duhai pulled out a short, strong, but trembling guy from it.

This person is Boluo, whose left foot is already purple.

"This, bad guy, killed!"

Men Duhai's Chinese language is not very fluent, but his chopping action is very fluent. He cut the trembling Boluo to the ground with one knife, and then slashed the living Qin Hui's neck with another knife.

"Da Shun, China, we surrender, and the Manchus will serve the Chinese emperor after they don't do it! If there is any disloyalty, the shaman will be punished by heaven."

After saying that, Men Duhai raised Boluo's head and shouted at the kneeling Six Banners soldiers, and shouted loudly in Manchurian dialect to the White Banners soldiers who were uprising with them not far away. After hearing this, the White Banners soldiers who were uprising themselves, they shouted something to the Dashun Heavenly Soldiers.

The language is not clear, but the sincerity and desire on the face, as well as the fear of the strong, are clearly obedient.

"What did this bird shout without pulling a chicken?"

Hu Maozhen's deputy general An Guohai couldn't understand what the Tartars were saying, and Hu Maozhen couldn't understand either, but he knew that these Tartars were surrendering to them.

"How to deal with it?" An Guohai asked in a low voice.

Hu Maozhen thought about it and asked An Guohai to accept the surrender of these Tartar soldiers, and then asked them to kill other unsuccessful ones. As for whether the King of War buried these Tartars alive or killed them after the war, the King of War was ordered by him.

The Eight Banners of Manchuria were still resisting, and the huge Qing army camp was flying with various military flags such as the red, blue, yellow, black and purple of the Shun Army.

Luo Luohun was injured. When he was fighting to block the heavy armored infantry of the Shun Army to death, the Prince of Doro Yanxi's leg was cut by the Shun Army. If his subordinates had not tried to rescue him, the first person below the prince would have been cut in half by the Shun Army's horse-killing sword.

Looking at the corpses of tribes all over the ground and looking at the thieves rushing from all directions, Luo Luohun's heart was bleeding, and the pain also made the young prince's face look extremely ferocious and terrifying.

The outcome is no doubt. Although there are more than 20,000 soldiers of the Manchu and Mongolian Eight Banners after Dorgon's death, only a small part of them can truly fight Nikanji.

When these people died in battle, the rest of them were all surrendering and struggling in the final crazy and dying struggle.

The 19-year-old Duke of Zhenguo Karkhun was still fighting with the Shun Army to the death. The face of the desperate young clan exuded a madness that was completely inconsistent with his age. He roared loudly, and he would roar with every knife he slashed, but his roar sounded again. No matter how hard the long sword in his hand waved, he failed to kill a Shun Army. Instead, he failed again. In the end, the young clan could no longer swung the knife.

Karkhun stopped roaring, his voice was so hoarse that he could not speak, so he could only curse silently in his heart. There were fewer and fewer Manchu warriors around him. He kept retreating, and kept retreating until he was tripped by a corpse. Then Nikan, who was holding a knife but tied a head on his belt, pounced on him, and without saying a word, Kharhun cut off his neck with a knife, and stood up excitedly with the chopped head. Then he was somewhat unwilling to hand the head respectfully to an iron-armored man.

"Um."

The iron-armored man looked at the head in his hand and nodded with satisfaction because this was a big man from the Tartars. He looked at the surrendered soldiers who cut the head off and sent it to his hand. He glanced at the head tied to the other party's waist, and his mouth tilted, indicating that the other party stood behind him.

Ma Danian breathed a sigh of relief. He was really worried that Uncle Shunjun would even snatch his head. The previous appearance of these iron-armored men cutting melons and vegetables to kill their surrendered soldiers was very scary.

Not far away, Huang Zhao took off the iron face on his face and looked at Luo Luohun, who was protected by dozens of Manchu soldiers in front of him.

"What about my king's helmet?"

Luo Luohun sat up all over his helmet with difficulty, and he didn't want to lose the face of the Prince of the Qing Dynasty in front of the Nikan thief general.

He looks ugly now.

But he didn't know where his helmet fell.

Huang Zhao raised his sword, and the two teams of iron armored soldiers immediately took the sword and slashed towards the Manchu soldiers.

After the screams, only Luo Luohun was left on the ground.

Luo Luohun closed his eyes in pain. If he knew that he was traitorous and had no faith, he would never have done what he did last night.

In his sight, a thief-armored soldier walked over with a head, and he recognized that it was his younger brother Karkhun.

Good, I didn't embarrass Ama!

Luo Luohun wiped the blood from his mouth with his sleeve. He would not surrender to Shunzi. This would embarrass Ama who was in the Nine Springs and would also embarrass Grandpa Mafa.

But

Luo Luo was shocked. He thought of something terrible. Shunjun wanted to destroy them at any cost. Will the court and grandfather who were separated from the capital be released?

Luo Luohun didn't know the answer. After staring at the Nikan general in front of him for a long time, he sighed, pointed the knife in his hand at his neck and wiped it down.

Huang Zhao did not stop him.

He will always be cruel to the Tartars. But he will also give enough respect to the Tartars.

Because, no matter how they die, the dead Tartars are good Tartars.

After the blade passed, blood shot out like a fountain. Luo Luohun's body did not fall down, but his head sagged slightly until it drooped and motionless, as if he was asleep.

"I was angry and rushed to the crown. I leaned on the railings and the rain stopped. I looked up and roared at the sky, and felt fierce. Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon"

No one knew that before the death of the Prince of Doro of Manchuria, what echoed in his mind was the "Manjianghong" by the great Han hero Yue Fei.

When he was a child, Luo Luohun heard Ama tell him the story of Grandpa Yue who was loyal to the country. At that time, he hated the Jurchens, and the Han emperor and treacherous ministers.

He didn't know why his grandfather said that they were descendants of the Jurchens, and that he wanted to set the country as the Later Jin, or his uncle Huang Taiji was wise, and corrected this mistake in time, saying that Manchus had never been descendants of the Jurchens, but only ignorant people called them Zhushen (Juchen). It also shows that the dynasty was not descendants of the Song Dynasty, and the Qing Dynasty was definitely not descendants of the Jin Dynasty.

Manchuria is neither a descendant of the Jurchens, and it has nothing to do with the Jin. The Han hero, Grandpa Yue, can naturally be respected by the Manchus.

There is no sun in the west, only a red cloud is as gorgeous as blood.

On the banks of the Liuli River, the shouts of fighting that lasted for a long time gradually faded away.

The breeze blew, and there was only a strong smell of blood.

The old Eight Banners were cut down one by one, while the new Eight Banners stood one by one.

The bodies were carried to a place by the Han people Aha, and the bodies would be buried on the land in Zhuozhou, thus making the land here more fertile.

By the spring of the coming year, the banks of the Liuli River will definitely become a paradise for birds and beasts.

Perhaps, in less than two days, there will be piles of wild dogs here.

The sky gradually darkened, and piles of bonfires ignited in the Qing army camp that had experienced a bloody scene, making the plain emit strange light like bright stars.

The Big Dipper moves, and the crape myrtle rises in the starry sky.

The King of the Dashun Supervisors rushed slowly on the white horse in a white robes, and the soldiers everywhere they went to cheered loudly.

The cheers were so loud that the wild birds on the banks of the Liuli River were flying in the sky and flew towards the dark night sky.

Dorgon's tent was re-arranged, and the bloodstains around him were buried by yellow mud transported from other places.

All the generals and officers of the Dashun Army gathered here. From today on, they will be the most powerful group in the north.

"Slave Yong'an pays homage to His Majesty the Emperor!"

"Duhai, Duhe, pays homage to His Majesty the Emperor!"

"Slave Tuleshen pays homage to His Majesty the Emperor!"

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One after another, the Mongolian generals and schoolmen knelt down one by one. From front to back, thousands of Manchu and Mongolian Eight Banners soldiers crawled on the ground, and Emperor Jinghou Dashun fell.

Lu Si has not yet proclaimed himself emperor, but it is soon because he is too close to the throne of the emperor.

Looking at the Manchu and Mongolian surrendered soldiers who were kneeling on the ground, Lu Si gently raised his right arm and said, "Nian you and others repent and surrender sincerely, imitate the old rules of the three guards of Ming Duoyan, specially granted you the loyal camp. He and others treat me with a innocent heart, strengthen the heart of China, and share the same ties with the Tartars."
Chapter completed!