Zou Chuxian stood in the city tower, exhausted.

No matter how hard he tried, Hou Jin Bing was inexhaustible, his hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and he was covered in blood.

Without much thought, another heavily armored Jurchen soldier ascended the tower.

This Jurchen infantry soldier held a big knife in his hand, his eyes were full of greed, and he stepped forward with a loud roar, just about to turn the head of the main general of the Ming army into his own future.

"It's over..."

Zou Chuxian had no physical strength, and he watched the slave soldier's knife swing towards him, but he really couldn't lift the saber in his hand, which weighed as much as a thousand catties.

At the last moment, a personal soldier who had just hacked the slave soldier in front of him saw that his superior was in trouble, and without thinking about it, he rushed forward and pounced, and fell to the city with the slave soldier in the blink of an eye.

"Tiger ——!"

Zou Chuxian's eyes widened angrily, standing on the city tower with a sword, looking all over the wilderness, endless Houjin soldiers rushed to enter the city gate, and there was no master of the six gods for a while.

Anger, powerlessness, sadness, all kinds of feelings hit at the same time, Zou Chuxian knelt on the ground weakly, facing the direction of Jingshi, sad.

"Your Majesty, the last general is incompetent! Can't hold the city. ”

"Dingliao Left Guard, lost..."

Recently, the Shenyang War was related to the overall situation of Liao affairs, and strategic places such as Fushun were occupied by Jiannu, and the isolated city of Shenyang was in danger.

Xiong Tingbi strictly ordered the cities and forts to be strictly guarded, and Zou Chuxian was ordered to garrison the left acropolis and move the whole family here to express the intention of repaying the country and defending the land.

Later, the Jin army suddenly went south and took advantage of the wind to attack Liaoyang, although Zou Chuxian was well prepared, but he was outnumbered.

Not only did he feel sorry for his six-year-old son and virtuous wife, but more importantly, he was sorry for the 200,000 people in the Acropolis and the current emperor who had given him an official position.

Although the general trend has gone, Zou Chuxian still stands on top of the city tower, holding the Ming banner hunting in mid-air in one hand, and giving orders.

"General, the guerrilla general Wang Xuanzhan died in Wengcheng...!" Suddenly, a soldier with a bloody face rushed over, and when he spoke, he couldn't stop crying.

"After all, it's a man, I didn't misread him."

The reason why Zou Chuxian was strict with Wang Xuan was to protect him, Wang Xuan made a mistake, and there was no way to survive under the Xiong Tingbi tent of the Liaodong Economic Strategy who governed the army strictly, and the military order could not be violated!

Rather than being convicted and dying, it is better to keep the name of the captives for eternity.

This death preserved Wang Xuan's reputation in the world, and also allowed his wife and children to face the world squarely, and to be a man with his head held high as a martyr.

Dying on the battlefield is really a great thing for them, the generals who have been stationed in the border town for a long time!

Behind Zou Chuxian, the artillery on the left acropolis was still spitting tongues of fire, but it was getting weaker and weaker, and the roaring cannon was still deafening.

At dusk, the fierce battle gradually subsided.

Zou Chuxian and his own soldiers protected a group of civil officials and heroes in the city, and were forced to the Dingyuan tower in the northeast of the city by the Houjin soldiers who attacked the city.

The civil officials were completely disgraceful at this time, either sighing or slumping to the ground, and some were even full of and urine, which was unbearable.

In the building, Zou Chuxian held a knife in one hand, looked coldly at a civil official in front of him, and said:

"Senator, this is the end of the matter, please respect yourself!"

Zhao Yanglin didn't have the calmness he used to have, he took a few steps back, his face panicked.

"Zou Chuxian, if you want to rebel, you can't succeed!"

"This official is Liaoyang's senator!"

Indeed, Wang Huazhen in the past was the senator sent to Quang Ninh by the Jingshi.

Due to the special military town regulations in Liaodong, there are almost no civil officials in Liaodong, and as a senator of Beijing officials, he can even break his wrist with Xiong Tingbi, the economic strategy of Liaodong.

He suddenly understood what Zou Chuxian was going to do, he was even more afraid, shrunk into the pile of civil officials, and said loudly: "This official is just a Liaoyang economic strategy, a civil official, and he has no responsibility to defend the land!" ”

"Serve the country and defend the land, this is the business of your generals, if you want to die, you will go to fight with Jiannu, and you can't do anything to find your own official!"

When Zou Chuxian heard this, he looked at him and sneered.

After a while, he said:

"If this is not the case, there will be many remnants of the army in the city, and there will be many people who resist, and the adults will go out and gather them, regroup, and kill the left guard."

"How?"

The behavior of civilian officials who are greedy for life and afraid of death has touched the hearts of these soldiers who died for the country, and they have spoken out to resist, and some people even want to step forward to help them "die for the country".

"Good, good, good!"

Zhao Yanglin had no master of the six gods, and he was busy answering.

Suddenly, he reacted again and said:

"This is what you generals should do, you are shrinking in this Dingyuan Building, don't you have the heart of collaborating with the enemy, Zou Chuxian, you still don't go out to gather resistance!"

"Counterattack at this time, you will definitely win!"

As he was saying this, there was a loud bang.

A black-faced Ming soldier ran into the Dingyuan Tower and shouted:

"General, Jiannu is attacking!"

"They captured our gunners and asked them to use our guns, and they are bombarding Dingyuan Tower!"

For a time, the crowd was furious.

Many of the soldiers stepped forward and shouted for battle.

"General, both horizontal and vertical are dead, you take us to kill them!"

"It's better to die outside than to nest here to protect these greedy and death-scared soft eggs!"

Zou Chuxian didn't answer, he walked to Zhao Yanglin's side with a black face, and stabbed him in the latter's frightened eyes.

"Senator, our journey has come to an end!"

"For the sake of your reputation, please forgive the last general for being rude!"

Taking advantage of the chaos, Zou Chuxian led his soldiers to fight their way out of the encirclement, breaking through all the way to a corner in the north of the city, which was his home and the last place of the Zou family.

The youngest son and his wife ran out, hugged each other and cried.

Zou Chuxian separated the two, glared at them and said sharply:

"Crying for what? Fighting for the country is a blessing for the general! ”

"Come and kowtow to Jingshi with me again!"

Seeing this scene, the remaining dozen or so soldiers couldn't help but feel sad, and it was at this time that a group of Jurchen cavalry turned at the end of the road.

"Erbeile has an order, slaughter the city!"

"Of all the Han people in the city, not a single one will be left!!"

These cavalrymen, wielding sabers, rushed into the market unscrupulously, cutting down anyone they met, killing anyone they saw, and for a time, chaos was everywhere, and the screams were endless.

The soldiers looked at each other and said in unison:

"General, here we go!"

This time, the soldiers did not wait for Zou Chuxian's order, they turned on their horses, screamed loudly, and went straight to the Jurchen cavalry who were slaughtering the people.

"Kill Jiannu!"

After a fierce battle, there were more than ten corpses of Jurchens and personal soldiers on the ground.

The last of his own soldiers was surrounded by a large number of Jurchen regiments, he looked up at the sky, laughed a few times, and suddenly waved his saber.

The Jurchen soldiers thought that this Ming soldier was going to fight to the death, so they were so frightened that they retreated one after another, and when they looked up, they saw that this pro-soldier had committed suicide.

Until his death, he guarded the wooden door of a private house.

Zou Chuxian saw that the last of his own soldiers died in front of his eyes, and when he looked at it again, a fire had already broken out on the side of Dingyuan Tower, thinking that it had been captured by the Houjin soldiers.

He looked at the bodies of his wife and children on the ground, turned and walked into the room.

At this time, except for a few places in the city, there were remnants of the Ming army and small resistance of the people, and the war was basically over.

The army with the yellow banner led by Amin captured the heavily fortified Left Acropolis in one day.

More than a dozen officers defending the city, including the general soldier, deputy general, and guerrilla general, died in a pool of blood, and more than 11,000 Ming troops fought to the death without surrendering.

Amin rode to Zou Chuxian's residence, waved his hand and ordered him to go in to find out.

As soon as the corpses of Zou Chuxian's wife and children were seen in the courtyard, a civil official of Houjin who surrendered exclaimed:

"Zou Chuxian self-immolated!"