Five thousand cavalry, led by Song Huchen, roared into Jinling City.
As the cavalry entered, Zhu Yang felt that his luck began to boil violently.
In the dark, Zhu Yang saw that the dragon transformed by his luck was about to swallow the black air above Jinling City.
That was the national destiny of the Manchu Qing Dynasty.
As the center of the entire southern half of the Yangtze River, Jinling naturally gathers strong luck and people's hearts.
However, at this time, although the black luck in the sky above Jinling was huge, it was somewhat scattered.
Especially among the many transformed objects floating and sinking in it, the largest one is an eagle-like thing.
Zhu Yang looked carefully and immediately knew that it was not an eagle, but a falcon, a gyrfalcon.
This thing has another famous name, Haidongqing.
The sea turtle is regarded as a sacred bird by the Tatars.
The most handsome one carved out of Liaodong is called Haidongqing.
There are sixty out of three hundred feather insects, and the most handsome one is Hai Dongqing.
Known as the God of Eagles.
Zhu Yang narrowed his eyes and realized that the only person in the whole Jiangnan who could turn Haidongqing into a green sea by luck was none other than Malji, the governor of Liangjiang.
Zhu Yang looked carefully at Hai Dongqing. What a good guy, he was actually moving towards the outside of the city.
Is this guy going to run away?
Looking at the direction in which he was moving, it was clear that he was the Manchu and Qing Jiangnan Camp a dozen miles outside the city.
This is to join the army.
Malji is very smart and decisive.
If it were anyone else, even if they succeeded in defrauding the city, they would never be able to defend it.
Five thousand cavalrymen are dreaming if they want to defend Jinling under the siege of a hundred thousand troops.
However, now that it is Zhu Yang, it is different.
Zhu Yang didn't care about Song Huchen and the others. With Gu Yanwu here, everything would be fine.
Zhu Yang's golden light moved quickly towards the direction of Malji.
When Maleji ran to the north gate of Jinling City and was about to leave the city, suddenly a golden light flashed in front of them, and a figure appeared in front of them.
Malji was shocked.
His soldiers became nervous, drew their weapons, surrounded Malji, and looked at Zhu Yang warily.
Malji calmed down: "Who are you? Do you know who I am? Why are you blocking my way?"
Zhu Yang looked calm: "You should be Malji, the Governor of Liangjiang of the Dog Tartars. I am Zhu Yang of the Taiping Army. If I block your way, I will naturally kill you."
Malji was filled with joy and anger when he heard this.
I was angry because Zhu Yang dared to insult the imperial court, but I was happy because I didn't expect Zhu Yang to come to my door.
The thoughts of capturing the leader of the thieves, making great achievements, and being promoted back to the capital filled Malji's mind.
It even made Malji forget why Zhu Yang dared to appear in front of him alone, and how he appeared in front of them.
At this time, he had forgotten all about it and only had the thought of capturing Zhu Yang, getting promoted and making a fortune, and leaving his name in history.
Therefore, Malji shouted directly: "Come on, take down this thief for me. I will raise the flag for him and reward him with three future prospects."
There are a total of 24 titles from Banner Ding (commons who join the banner) to Beile (the banner owner), corresponding to 24 official positions. Everyone relies on recording the number of "futures" obtained as the basis for promotion. The cumulative number of "futures" obtained is You can obtain official positions of corresponding levels.
Half a future is the minimum allocation unit. As the name suggests, if you get two "half a future" credits, you can be promoted to the next level.
The three prospects are to be promoted to the third level.
Not to mention raising the flag.
Here in the Manchu Qing Dynasty, the bannermen were the superiors, and everyone else was second-class.
So, when they heard this, all the people under Maleji's command turned green.
What does it mean to be a bannerman?
With hardcore crops, you no longer have to worry about food and drink.
The next moment, the hundreds of people under Maleji's command rushed towards Zhu Yang, screaming.
Seeing this, Zhu Yang's expression did not change.
Since you want to seek death, let me help you.
Zhu Yang didn't use any magic power, just punch one step at a time, one punch at a time.
The distance from Zhu Yang to Maleji is about ten steps. In these ten steps, Zhu Yang is like the god of war.
One punch would break bones and tendons, and kill anyone. No one would be spared.
When Zhu Yang came to Malji, hundreds of Malji's personal guards were all beaten to death by Zhu Yang.
However, there was no blood on Zhu Yang's body, and he was as clean as the white snow on the mountain.
Malji was really numb at this time.
He looked at Zhu Yang with fear in his eyes.
Is this still a human being?
You must know that all of his personal guards are wearing armor, not only the imperial guards given by Kangxi, but also the so-called masters of the world.
It can be said that everyone is a master, and it is no problem to compare one to ten or one to a hundred.
There is even a person among them who specializes in hard skills such as the golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt, which cannot be penetrated by arrows and cannot be damaged by swords and axes.
However, it's of no use.
Whenever he met Zhu Yang, he was dealt with with one punch, no different from ordinary people.
Do you think Malji can not panic? Can he not feel numb?
When Zhu Yang stood in front of Maleji, the governor of Liangjiang could only stand firm with his remaining pride.
After all, the murderous aura emanating from Zhu Yang's body at this time was too great, and it rushed towards Maleji like an overwhelming force.
Zhu Yang looked at Maleji: "Do you have any last words?"
Malji swallowed, trembling his lips, and managed to speak.
"Traitor, even if you kill me, you still can't take Jinling. Sooner or later you have to come down to accompany me. I'll be waiting for you on the road to Huangquan."
Zhu Yang suddenly smiled after hearing what Maleji said.
"Do you Tatars also believe in reincarnation?"
Malji twisted his neck: "Why don't you believe it? Good and evil will eventually be rewarded. If you kill so many people, you will get retribution sooner or later."
Zhu Yang burst out laughing: "Good deeds and evil deeds will eventually be rewarded? How ridiculous!"
After saying that, Zhu Yang's face turned as cold as ice, like thousands of years of ice in the North Pole.
"You Tatars have killed tens of millions of our Han people. If there is reincarnation, and you say you went to the Hall of the King of Hell, how will the King of Hell sentence you?"
Upon hearing this, Malji's face suddenly turned pale, and he opened his mouth to try to make excuses.
However, Zhu Yang no longer wanted to listen to him.
The Mahamudra of Vacuum was made in the air, and Malji was directly struck to death on the ground. His flesh and blood were fused with the ground. From now on, he would be trampled by thousands of people and would never be reincarnated.
This is what the dog tartars deserve.
After killing Malji, Zhu Yang stepped aside and sat at the head of the north gate of Jinling.
Looking at Jinling City in chaos, he slowly let out a breath.
"I, Zhu Yang, do not believe in heaven, fate, or the justice of reincarnation."
After saying that, Zhu Yang raised his palm and grabbed it toward the starry sky, as if he wanted to grab the whole world in his hands.
"I only believe in myself and my fists."
"Truth is within the range of the cannon, justice is within the coverage of the fist."