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Nine hundred and ninetieth eight chapters hero Azige

"The weeds stick to the sky and rain have not stopped, and the guest's heart is cold and does not depend on autumn.

The west of the village is where the apes cry, and they are full of sadness and regrets going upstairs."

Shen Kuo's poem "Climbing the East Tower of Han" written by Suizhou should be in line with Ajige's mood when he was trapped in the city.

The brave resistance of the remnants of Ajige's troops made Lu Si, who was on the front line to watch the battle, was very shocked, because if the braided soldiers he had met before were so despised, Lu Wenzong of Huaiyang would definitely not be able to seize Beijing, and he put on a yellow robe to make Emperor Dashun Longwu.

“What’s the reason?”

Lu Si asked questions.

No one answered it for a moment. After a moment, a primary school came forward and said, "This is the reaction of the hope of the whole enemy to be destroyed."

"Is that right?"

Lu Si laughed, it was a world of difference between hope and hopelessness that brought about the mentality changes to the Manchu and Mongolian soldiers in desperate situations.

Dai Shan and Jier Harang made the stupid decision to "not resist" because they felt hopeful and returned to their hometown, and were slaughtered by the Shun Army like cattle and sheep. The internal strife Dorgon army also cut off their regent because they had hope.

Now the Manchu and Mongolian soldiers in Suizhou City have completely lost hope. The Zhongzhen Camp previously persuaded them to surrender, and all those who could surrender had already surrendered. The rest can be said to be the last integrity of the Manchu nation.

Any nation will always emerge at the last moment of its survival and death.

Of course, it can also be said that the braided soldiers in Suizhou City are unwilling to accept the facts. They are still immersed in the glory of the invincible Eight Banners, so even if they die, they do not want to face reality.

Unfortunately, in the face of absolute strength, the final bravery of the braided soldier still cannot change the fate of Manchuria's complete failure.

The ammunition and food are not extinguished, which is the sorrow of the defenders.

The three armies of the Shun Army and the Shang Kexi army took turns to attack, and the few arrows and medicines left by the Braided Army were almost exhausted, and the mountains of stones, rolling wood and various guarding weapons were also empty in the city.

The shaking city walls bombarded by artillery finally collapsed under the expectation of the crowd.

At the moment when the city wall collapsed, some braided soldiers roared from the city with reluctance and despair.

They knew that it was over, everything was over.

Yes, it's all over.

The first to rush into the city was the 32nd Town adapted from Zhongzhen Camp. These Eight Banners Army, which were brave and invincible half a year ago, rushed into the city like a tide, so that for a moment, the Manchu Hu language came from the city.

The heroic officers and soldiers of the 32nd Town had red eyes and slashed every man with braids they could see in their sight.

The defense line of the Braidi Army disappeared, and the attacking troops of the East Gate, West Gate, and Shun Army were like sharp blades piercing into Suizhou's chest.

The brave resistance became a one-sided massacre, and more of the desperate Manchu soldiers threw themselves into the moat one by one.

There are corpses in every well in the city, and the corpses of Manchu soldiers who do not want to be captured by the Nikan Han people.

Prince Ying of Manchuria and Prince Zhong of the Ming Dynasty, Ajige, under the protection of his guards, retreated to the Kuixing Tower in the city.

This Kuixing Tower was first built by Yang Lian, a famous official of the Donglin Party during the Tianqi period.

In order to commemorate this famous minister who bravely fought against the eunuch party, Yang Lian's famous saying is still engraved in the building - "I laugh and laugh, and I'm shaking the east wind with my knife, how can I have with me!"

"Kill all the slave soldiers and cut Azige into pieces!"

"Kill all the slave soldiers and cut Azige into pieces!"

“…”

The shouts of Shunjun in the distance made the once arrogant Prince Ying silent.

The former Manchu first-class man, Laezhen Chengni, holding a blood-stained sword, looked into the distance in a daze, his eyes motionless like stone beads.

The battle in front of Kuixing Tower continued, and dozens of Ajige's guards and armored guards fought to fight the last desperate battle with the rushing Shun army.

They don't want to take a step back.

Because, behind them is their banner owner.

Behind them are their graves.

The fighting sounds became less and less, and gradually the shouts of Manchu men could no longer be heard.

The third-rank Manchu Zhenghuang Banner ginseng led Caodan Tongshen and pushed open the door of Kuixing Tower. Looking at Prince Ying and others standing in the building, Caodan Tongshen suddenly felt extremely relaxed, and then both sat on the ground at the same time.

One is on the right and the other is on the left, and it is like a door god, and like a beggar who asks for the incense master to give alms in front of the temple.

Ajig still stood. His armor was not very heavy, but at this moment, it was like a thousand pounds that made his back sink little by little.

"Let's go, fight Nikan!"

Cheng Ni suddenly drew his sword and roared at everyone, then waved his sword with a ferocious look on his face and wanted to fight to the death with Shunjun, but someone grabbed him.

It's Prince Ying.

"At this point, the only thing I can do is not be humiliated after death."

After saying this, Ajig looked at the Goshhas on the side calmly, and nodded to them.

"master!"

The choked Goshhas and others moved out the turbid oil tanks that had been preparing to be in Kuixing Tower while crying, and then smashed them with a bang.

In an instant, the smell of tincture oil spread throughout the Kuixing Tower.

Azig lit the torch with his own hands. Before he decided to die, he looked at the good servants in the building who followed him in the battle.

"Prince!"

Cheng Ni hugged the master's legs and cried loudly, and the guards and Goshha also burst into tears. The Caodan beside the gate also forced his body to stand up slowly, and then closed the door of the building.

In the distance, countless elite iron armored soldiers surrounded Emperor Dashun and entered the city.

Through the city gate, there were corpses of braided soldiers everywhere, some were killed by knives, some were hit by guns, and some were hit by falling iron bullets, and some were left with bones without any remaining bones.

In some areas, there are too many corpses, which make it difficult to pass for a while.

Lu Si waited patiently for the soldiers to clear the road ahead for him.

The massacre in the city continued, but Lu Si did not mean to stop at all. Things in the world have always been for blood to fight against blood and tooth.

If you violate these eight words, you deserve to be enslaved by others for hundreds of years.

Lu Si thought of too many scenes of Ajige being captured in front of him, and thought that Ajige would commit suicide, but he did not expect that Ajige would burn himself to death with a torch.

This method of death is very similar to Kong Youde.

Looking at the dozen charred corpses carried out by the soldiers from the building, Lu Si's face was gloomy and gloomy.

Soon, Azige's body was recognized by Yong'an and other Manchu and Mongolian generals.

The dust settles.

"This thief is finally dead!"

Monk Xu was in a good mood, but found that His Majesty the Emperor seemed to be in a bad mood. When he thought of something, he immediately had to personally save the thief's children and toast them.

But Your Majesty will not be able to get along with the dead!

Lu Si was so angry that he had just discovered that there was actually Yang Lian’s original work in Kuixing Tower, and most of the original work was burned.

Without the value of collecting cultural relics, there will naturally be no market value.
Chapter completed!
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