On the battlefield, Han Rongze was really impressive. He relied on less than 20,000 soldiers and horses, but he actually dragged tens of thousands of Northern Jin troops. He only knew how to slash with his sword and had already lost consciousness. Unfortunately, although the lion is fierce, it is always
When the end came, the soldiers around him fell down one by one, the sound of fighting became quieter, and silence gradually returned. On the entire battlefield, only Han Rongze was covered in blood, slashing into the empty air like a madman. That was his instinctive action
The war horse had been killed. Han Rongze's mind was buzzing. After all, he was still tired. When he saw everything in front of him clearly, he found that he was the only one standing alone in the field, and the others were already lying on the ground.
When he was young, he wore bright clothes and raged horses, and when he was middle-aged, he galloped around the world. What about old age? He has not yet reached old age, but the end has come. Han Rongze is a rare general, so Tie Mo has no intention of killing him, so he beats the horse and walks out, looking at it with a heavy eyebrow.
, "Han Rongze, you have done what you should do. You have proven your loyalty. Now put down your weapons. Those who know the current situation are heroes. As long as you are willing to surrender, I will never humiliate you."
Surrender? Han Rongze never thought that he would have such a day. His distracted eyes swept over those people, Tie Mo, Hai Lanzhu, Orge, Zhou Dingshan, Shang Kexi... Which of these people is not a famous figure in the world?
Hey, if you die in their hands, it's not a loss. Han Rongze will not surrender. He can't let his reputation be ruined here. He gathered the last bit of strength in his body and shouted towards Hai Lanzhu, "Princess Princess."
, If you still think highly of me, please give me a happy life!"
Han Rongze's attitude was resolute, and Tie Mo no longer tried to dissuade him, but nodded to Hailanzhu. Hailanzhu raised her eyebrows slightly, stretched out her left hand, and took a strong bow from Ana. The general died in a hundred battles.
, The strong man returned after ten years, but Han Rongze could not go back. If you respect this Khitan man, give him a dignified death. Draw the bow fully, and the wolf-tooth arrow whizzes out, with a clang, piercing the forehead, Han Rongze is burly
His body fell backwards, his head resting on the earth, and his eyes looking straight at the blue sky.
On May 21, the 10th year of Chongzhen, Du Lenghong led his troops to fight against Daru City. The battle was blocked by the Northern Shanxi Army. General Han Rongze died in the battle. Du Lenghong himself only led more than 2,000 remaining soldiers to escape back to Ta County.
Surprisingly, the Northern Shanxi Army did not pursue, and Duduo, who occupied Quanning City, did not go south to pursue. It seemed that both sides ignored Du Lenghong. For Du Lenghong, escaping back was not a good thing, because he was still alive.
Suffering, the soldiers and horses of the Ming Dynasty are getting closer and closer. How long can the Ta County survive? Now that he has no food or soldiers, Du Lenghong has been defeated and has no capital to turn around.
Chen Xian carried a tray into the room. He just glanced at the table and frowned. Dahan still didn't eat. After hesitating for a moment, he put the tray on the ground, took two steps back and knelt heavily on the ground, "But
Khan, General Han is dead. You have to live well. Do you want General Han to die there in vain? What's more, we still have more than 2,000 brothers. If the supervisor does not think about himself, he must also think about it.
Let them think about it."
Du Lenghong didn't know what Chen Xian said, but he was at the end of his life and had nothing, so how could he rely on his trusted disciples? He smiled bitterly, with muddy tears rolling in his eyes, "Chen Xian, I can't help you.
ah..."
Du Lenghong no longer calls himself the Governor, nor the Khan, nor even me. He has resigned himself to his fate, because there is no chance of recovery from this defeat. He also wants those warriors to survive, but there are
What's a good idea? Du Lenghong was desperate, but Chen Xian was not. He knelt on the ground, raised his head, and said hesitantly, "Khan, I know there are some words you don't want to hear, but the current situation
, there are only two choices. The princess is now in Daru City, and we can go and seek refuge with the princess. Otherwise, we can only... we can only submit to the Ming court in the south..."
After saying this, Chen Xian lowered his head seriously, because it took a lot of courage to say these words. For many years, the prairie man has never bowed his head, but now he wants to surrender to the Ming Dynasty. How big is the psychological gap? Of course.
, it is best to surrender to the Northern Shanxi Iron Governor, but can Du Lenghong survive his own test? He once longed for Hai Lanzhu, but it was taken away by Tie Mo, and now he is asked to surrender to the Northern Shanxi Army
, can you bear to face that pair of men and women every day? Du Lenghong had to think carefully about Chen Xian's words, because he had to think about the soldiers who had followed him for many years. Han Rongze was dead, and the only one who could save him now was
On his own.
After a long time, a long sigh sounded in the quiet room, "Send someone to Daru City to pay homage to Han Rongze first, and also talk about the current situation to see if Mr. Tie and Hai Lanzhu are willing to accept us.
Bar."
On May 25, the 10th year of Chongzhen, after waiting for several days, Du Lenghong finally got a reply from Daru City, that is, Tie Mo, the governor of the five provinces, did not accept the surrender of Chahar Khan Du Lenghong.
The reason is that there is no room for two tigers in one mountain. Although a tiger is on the verge of death, a tiger is still a tiger. Du Lenghong can't say anything about this, because if he were Tie Mo, he would make the same choice. A careerist with the world in mind, the future will be different.
Dominate the world, or return to dust. Some people will surrender, and some people are born without the word surrender. But Du Lenghong really wants to say something, he really has no ambition at all, and all his ambitions have been failed again and again.
The shock floated into the ocean.
The Darucheng side didn't work, but we had to find another way. Seeing the Ming soldiers and horses getting closer and closer, Du Lenghong finally thought of a way. He gathered some of the treasures and asked Chen Xian to go there in person.
In Dingzhou, perhaps because of the treasure, Yang Sichang, who was in charge of the encirclement and suppression campaign, agreed to suspend sending troops to Ta County.
In fact, it is not that Yang Sichang is greedy for money, but that the people under his command are not honest people. In today's environment, even people like Chen Qiyu have to turn a blind eye, let alone Yang Sichang. Yang Sichang is a smart man, he is too smart.
I understand what your Majesty is thinking. Your Majesty is worried that your prestige will be suppressed by the Iron Governor. How happy would your Majesty be if you could personally recruit Chahark Khan?
On May 29th, Yang Sichang's military report arrived in the capital. After just two glances, Zhu Youjian smiled happily. After many years, Zhu Youjian had not been so happy. He grinned and trembled.
That military newspaper is like a child.
On the fourth day of the sixth lunar month in the 10th year of Chongzhen, the whole capital was boiling again, because a piece of news detonated this prosperous city. On that day, Kaifeng Prefecture issued a letter to various places. After several days of fierce fighting, the Ming Dynasty soldiers and horses finally defeated the current Halkehan Duling flood.
Yuta County, and forced Du Lenghong to surrender. In addition, a grand surrender ceremony will be held in the southern suburbs of the capital on June 20.
Chahark Khan surrendered. This was such exciting news. Like Zhu Youjian, the people in the capital went crazy. They celebrated, and every household lit up bamboo firecrackers as if celebrating the New Year.
On June 20th, it was far away and near. Tiemo stopped in Darucheng for a few days, went back to northern Shanxi, and then returned to the capital. It was already mid-June. I don’t know what happened this year, although it was just
It was mid-June, but the weather was already very hot. I led Nunu walking on Qinghe Street. The scenery remained the same, but things and people had changed. In half a year, many things could have happened. Zhu Ziyan was pregnant. This woman really accepted her fate.
Arrangements have been made? There is another thing that makes Tie Mo sad the most, that is, Zhu Ziyan has changed a lot. Now she is the number one socialite in the capital. On various occasions, almost all the men in the capital want to kiss Fangze, or even hug her.
The beauty returned. Tie Mo did not believe in Buddhism, but that day he crossed the Jingcheng River and went straight to Daxiangguo Temple.
The bell tower of Xiangguo Temple has been renovated, but the big bell has not changed much. When I came to the third floor and looked at the huge copper bell, Tie Mo's eyebrows were filled with memories.
A few years later, Nunu became taller and more beautiful, but she still had a childish innocence. She found a wooden stick from somewhere, grabbed Tie Mo's sleeve and said with a smile, "Supervisor.
, here, ring quickly, the bell is ringing!"
Tie Mo smiled unconsciously, then used the wooden stick and stroked the cold and rough copper bell with his left hand. Then he stared, raised his hand, and knocked hard.
"Buzz...buzz..." The bell rang, and the huge sound was deafening. Many pilgrims were stunned. What was going on? The bronze bell of Daxiangguo Temple was not struck casually, but only every day.
The bells are only rung in the morning and evening, and they are rung only on major festivals or when important things happen. But now that the afternoon has just arrived, why do the monks ring the bells?
The sound of the bell is a warning, warning those people living in the capital that disaster is about to come, but unfortunately no one understands the chill of the bell. When the monks ran to the bell tower, Tie Mo had already dragged Nunu and ran away.
At some point, Org and Sha Diao both wiped their noses and cursed in their hearts. The Iron Governor was aloof, but he still retained such a humorous side.
It was the annual Qingshui Poetry Festival again. In the Yuyuan Lake, a tall boat was floating. In the boat were gathered the aristocratic children of the capital. One of the women was sitting on the main seat. She was wearing heavy make-up and her face was as if
Peach blossoms, a white gauze dress dotted with a few pink petals, she looks graceful, noble and elegant. She is very beautiful, like a classical woman walking out of the lake, with a coquettish smile and a pure face, she is the most beautiful in the Ming Dynasty
The royal peony Zhu Ziyan. Zhu Ziyan enjoyed the adulation from everyone, but she was a little annoyed in her heart. After all, she didn't really like this kind of occasion, because everyone was so hypocritical.
I found a reason to go out for some air. I touched the railing and looked at the scenery on the shore nonchalantly. Suddenly my beautiful eyes shrank and a complicated look appeared on my face. Isn't this Tie Mo? When did he come back?
The boat was rowing slowly, Nunu was rocking the oars, and Tie Mo was standing on the bow. When he saw Zhu Ziyan, his face turned cold. Is this Zhu Ziyan torturing herself or others? The boat finally came to the side of the painting boat.
, after getting on the boat, you can feel that the atmosphere on the boat has changed a bit, and the lively atmosphere before has become extremely quiet.
There are a few aristocratic children in the capital who don’t know Tie Mo, the governor of the five provinces. Do you still remember what the governor of the Qinghe River said back then? Anyone who encourages the princess to go to some messy occasion will be responsible for the consequences. I don’t know the governor.
How much does the teacher still remember? Anyway, the dandy boys can keep it in their hearts.
Zhu Ziyan was leaning on the railing, her almond-shaped eyes narrowed, her little mouth pouted, as if she didn't want to say a word more. Tie Mo curled his lips and didn't intend to make Zhu Ziyan have a good attitude. He glanced at the dandies around him and asked plainly.
He said, "Who organized the Qingshui Poetry Festival this year? It looks good, the environment is elegant and the atmosphere is hot."
Tie Moke didn't mean to be angry at all, and his tone was calm, sounding like he was curious. Somehow, listening to Superintendent Tie's words, the dandy boys all felt a chill and a little hairy feeling on their backs, almost instinctively.
He immediately moved away, and then someone was revealed.
Tie Mo took a closer look and felt happy now. Isn't this Chen Feibiao Chen Ruru, the nephew of Eunuch Chen?
Chen Ru'er is really embarrassed. He doesn't dare to laugh or cry. Ten years ago, he would have dared to point at Mr. Tie's nose and call him "stinking military household", but now, how can he have the courage?
Ah, I couldn’t figure out what Tie Mo was thinking, so he had to take two steps forward, cupped his hands and said, “Return to the supervisor, it’s Chen who is in charge!”
"Well, it turns out it's Xiao Chenzi." Tie Mo grinned, smiling a little sinisterly. He reached out and patted Chen Ru'er on the shoulder, his expression changed, and he said coldly, "Xiao Chenzi, I am the Commander-in-Chief Qinghe.
Have you forgotten what I said? The governor said not to bring the princess to such a messy occasion, why didn't you listen?"
"This..." Chen Rudu suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. On a hot day, he felt a chill on his back, "This... Supervisor, when you were speaking, the villain was not..."
...not here..."
Chen Ru'er is also a bit quick-witted, but who is Tie Mo? This reason is really ridiculous. Is there any news among the dandies in the capital that they don't know? A certain widow in the East City stole a man, and a certain dandy in the West City spent half an hour
He could get the news within a few seconds, so Tie Mo raised his eyebrows, raised his hand, and slapped Chen Ru'er hard on the face.
Chen Ru'er, who had fair skin and was quite handsome, immediately swelled up after being slapped by the Iron Superintendent, and fell to the ground. "Chen Ru'er, do you think this Superintendent is a fool? Hum, since
If you dare to take my supervisor's words as a joke, you must be responsible."
As he spoke, Tie Mo clapped his hands. Not long after, a man came running from the lake. The man opened his arms and stood on the boat in the blink of an eye.
"Supervisor, what's the matter?" Chen Yaofeng's eyes were wandering around, jumping up and down like a dancing fairy. Tie Mo was so depressed that he didn't bother to pay attention to Chen Yaofeng, pointed at Chen Ru'er, and said lightly,
"See, this pretty boy is in your hands!"
Listening to Superintendent Iron's words, Chen Ru'er almost ran out of urine. She got up and knelt on the ground, kowtowing as if pounding garlic. She burst into tears and said, "Superintendent, please forgive me. I don't dare to do that anymore. I'm so sorry."
I don’t dare anymore.”
After saying this, Chen Ruer turned his head and kowtowed to Zhu Ziyan in the distance, "Princess Princess, please tell the supervisor quickly. It was not Chen who encouraged you to come. Chen doesn't want to die."
Chen Yaofeng's reputation in recent years can be said to be the resurgence of the god of murder. Even the dandy boys in the capital have heard of it. If Chen Yaofeng gets him, he must have been tortured. In a word, the result is death, death.