Chapter 122 How many people are loyal to the disaster
It should be a happy thing to meet again after a long separation. They are still his old subordinates. They have been through life and death together and have gone through adversity together. But at this time, they belong to two camps. Zhang Yong looked complicated. After listening to Shao Mengkai's words
, was speechless for a long time.
"Sir, do you want to be a die-hard loyal to the Manchus, or do you contribute to the Han family anyway? It only depends on your thoughts." Although Shao Mengkai was trying to persuade him to surrender, his attitude was still respectful, but his expression was completely different from before. When he saw Zhang
Yong hesitated and continued to persuade: "Your Excellency has always been considerate of his subordinates. Could it be that he really had the heart to let more than two thousand brothers be buried for the sake of his own reputation?"
Zhang Yong suddenly sneered and said: "If you die to serve your country, how can you claim to be buried in vain? Are you thinking that everyone else is as greedy for life and afraid of death as you are?"
"I am greedy for life and afraid of death, sir, you are right." Shao Mengkai smiled lightly, admitted honestly, and then said: "Because of my greed for life and fear of death, nearly 10,000 athletes from Gansu and Shaanxi have not been buried in other places. Some of them continue to join the army to serve their motherland.
and fight; some retired from the army and lived in peace, married wives and had children. I feel that it was because of my greed for life and fear of death that I did a good deed worthy of my fellow villagers from Gansu and Shaanxi. The athletes from Gansu and Shaanxi who followed you to fight in Shaanxi sacrificed their blood and lives for you.
Here you are, Dai Hua Ling, I wonder what you have done for them, how many are left with you now?"
Zhang Yong held the waist knife, and several blue veins popped up on the back of his hand, feeling ashamed and angry. Although his former subordinate, Shao Mengkai, called himself "sir", he no longer called himself a subordinate, but used the title "I". Although he said it more euphemistically,
But he also directly accused him of only thinking about using the lives of his subordinates to build his official position, but did not consider their life and death.
Shao Mengkai pretended to look at Zhang Yong calmly, and continued unhurriedly: "Are you a Han Chinese? Have you ever been a Ming general? Why didn't you want to die to serve the country at that time? If you say that the Ming Dynasty was mediocre and stupid at that time, my lord is
Choose the master of the Ming Dynasty to serve; then, now, His Highness Min is wise and powerful, and the emperor Mingzhong is expected to be revived. I believe you will not deny it. As for the Qing court, an eight-year-old child has ascended the throne, and the four great Manchu ministers have taken care of their lives. How can the Manchu and Han families
Are you not deceiving yourself? Your Majesty, you have been fighting for many years, and you have many soldiers and generals who are domineering and arrogant. How can you cherish the life and death of Han soldiers and generals? Your Majesty is loyal to the Qing Dynasty. Do you want to be raised as a flag after your death and stop being a Han? Haha, just raise the flag.
Ah, I am qualified to call myself a slave..."
"Shut up." Zhang Yong became furious and drew out his sword to kill Shao Mengkai.
"Sir, calm down." "Sir, when the two countries are at war, we will not kill the envoys."...
Several generals stepped forward and blocked and hugged Zhang Yong. The reason was good. But Zhang Yong lamented in his heart that the morale of the army was lost. It was all for his own sake. When the Ming army had already reached the city, he did not dare to offend the Ming army.
military.
Wu Sangui was a treacherous and cunning person, leaving Zhang Yong with both old and weak troops and a disorganized armed force. At this critical moment, all Zhang Yong could really command were dozens of soldiers. These generals did not have high official positions. Commander
There are not many men and horses, and each has his own thoughts, forming more than two thousand defenders. Everyone knows in their hearts that since they are abandoned chess pieces, why bother to die in vain and die to serve the country. Bullshit! What do you Zhang Yong think?
As a loyal minister, don't hold us back.
Seeing that the generals had dared to semi-openly resist orders, Zhang Yong felt resentful in his heart, but he did not dare to get angry immediately, lest these people jump over the wall and attack immediately.
Shao Mengkai knew in his heart that with so many people protecting him, his life was safe, so he shouted to Zhang Yong with a straight voice: "Sir, are you going to use this money rat tail to meet your ancestors? I don't know the ancestors underground.
Will they recognize you as their descendant?"
Zhang Yong was struck by lightning and had to shave his head to change clothes. This was the greatest shame for the Han people. He usually didn't think about it. But now that Shao Mengkai touched it, he felt pain in his heart. He was so mixed with shame and anger that he was speechless for a moment.
The generals pushed Shao Mengkai away with all their hands, and no longer waited for Zhang Yong's order. Zhang Yong gritted his teeth, recruited his own soldiers, arranged the situation, and made a final struggle.
Back at the mansion, Zhang Yong sat alone in the hall where firewood had been piled, drinking alone and feeling sad. He knew that the generals would inevitably open up the city and surrender, and he failed to stop them by force, so he secretly buried gunpowder under the west city gate.
When the Ming army entered the city, they were secretly ignited by their own soldiers. As long as there was a loud bang, the Ming army would definitely think it was a false surrender. When the battle started, those Qing soldiers and generals who surrendered happily could not escape the fate of being killed in revenge, but they would not sit still and die.
When the fighting started, he lit a fire. Inflammable objects were piled up in the surrounding houses. The fire started and spread. Although he didn't know the effect, as long as it could bring some trouble to the Ming army, Zhang Yong felt that he had done his best.
Because he is just the nominal commander Wu Sangui left behind, and all he wants is his death. At this time, he does not have greater power or better methods.
A long time passed, but there was still no loud noise as expected, and no shouts of death. Zhang Yong was already a little drunk, and he squinted his eyes and became suspicious.
There was a sudden sound of footsteps, and Zhang Yong suddenly stood up, shook his body a few times, shook his head vigorously, and then became more awake. He picked up a candle with one hand and a waist knife with the other, and stared at it intently.
Several soldiers rushed over with panic on their faces. Before Zhang Yong could ask, someone took the lead and said: "It's not good, sir. The Ming army has not yet entered the city, and all the soldiers have surrendered to the enemy. The gunpowder buried under the city gate
It was also discovered that Mr. Zhang Qian, Mr. Zhang Qian——"
"How is he?" Zhang Qianzong was the leader of his soldiers and the closest to him. Zhang Yong was shocked and asked anxiously.
"He, he was killed by the rebels, and his head was hung on the city gate." The soldier who responded took another step forward and told the bad news.
Zhang Yong was hit in the head, and the final arrangement was ruined. The person he trusted the most was also dead. This blow was not small. Suddenly, at the moment when he lost consciousness, his body was tightly hugged by someone, and there was a sound beside his ears.
He yelled, "Don't do anything yet."
Several soldiers swarmed up, grabbed his arms and legs, and threw Zhang Yong to the ground. Although Zhang Yong was very skilled in martial arts, he was in a hurry and was not prepared. He struggled with all his strength to no avail. He was pinned to the ground and tied with ropes.
Tie with rope.
"You bastards, how dare you betray me?" Zhang Yong's hair was disheveled and he cursed angrily.
"Sir, if you are loyal to the Manchus, you may get a posthumous honor and a pension for your family." The soldier who took the lead wiped the sweat on his forehead and sneered: "What about us, why should we accompany Shao?
Your Excellency is right, the flower feathers on your head are dyed red by the blood of countless brothers. In the end, you still don't consider everyone. You are so selfish, so what if we betray you?"
"When the time comes, I will let you lie in peace, which is worthy of you." A soldier drew a knife and cut off the braid and threw it on Zhang Yong's face, "I guess you were reluctant to part with it, so you kept your money.
Go underground and meet your Zhang family ancestors!"