In particular, the song that Tianlang is singing is the most familiar song "Red Turban Army Military Song" that every Ming soldier is most familiar with, and it is also the first military song of the Ming Army.

The wind is from the dragon, the cloud is from the tiger, and the dust and earth are famous.

Looking at Shenzhou, the people are bitter, and thousands of miles of fertile land are barren.

Look at the world, as much as you want, and make up for the defects of heaven.

Good boy, don't be a parent, just for the common people, not for the lord.

Holding a steel knife of ninety-nine, he killed Hu Er before stopping.

I am a dignified man, what is a Tartar as a horse and a cow.

The strong man drank the wine in the bowl and did not look back on the journey of a thousand miles.

The golden drums roared in unison, and the yellow dragon swore endlessly.

The blood-pumping singing floated through the sky, and the soldiers suddenly stopped. Unconsciously, Hu Cong, who was standing on the emperor's left and right, first sang aloud with him, followed by two people, three people, and in the end, all the soldiers sang their military songs in unison, until they sang with tears in their eyes and feelings.

In the night sky under the night owl fluttering its wings, Nikan still stood with a headless body, and all the Qing soldiers he brought fell silently, but the singing of the Ming army on both sides of the strait was higher than a wave, and even the water of the Zijiang River was also rushing, and there were many corpses of Qing soldiers floating on the river, and these corpses would also drift all the way north with the water of the Zijiang River, to Dongting Lake, to Yuezhou and Wuchang, and all the way to Nanjing, to the Yangtze River and the sea! In the songs on both sides of the Zijiang River, there is release, determination, and the heroism of the victor.

In the early morning of the next day, the emperor personally took the lead and buried his enemies and comrades, and Tianlang slowly came to the riverside, sprinkled three glasses of wine on the northbound Zijiang, and whispered something that no one could hear.

The story of their lives is over, and the river is still flowing.

The memory of the martyrs is in my heart, and the war song haunts the sky.

Tianlang's heart is mourning, mourning the sacrificed comrades, and paying tribute to He Tengjiao.

No one cared what these wandering corpses would bring to Yuezhou and Wuchang downstream, because most of Huguang was already under the control of the Ming army without any suspense, and the Qing army in Huguang was almost killed in one battle.

When the funeral procession returned to the court, Emperor Shunzhi and the regent Dolgon dropped out of the dynasty for three days, and officials below the prince went to the outskirts of the capital to greet them.

The Aisin Jueluo family lost this hero, and the north fell a warrior who never gave in.

No matter who the enemy he faced, he fought and died for an era, and he never backed down.

However, this is war, this is history, maybe the Nikans in the book can't exchange their own sacrifices for a prosperous Kangqian era, but they, like the defeated Li Zicheng, hope to exchange their sacrifices for a dynasty that will never be endowed.

Therefore, we should remember such a person, Nurhachi's grandson - Aisin Jueluo. Nikan, nicknamed "Zhuang".

After Nikan's death, his second son, Nithha, inherited the title. In his life, at the beginning of his life, he accompanied Emperor Tiancong Khan Taiji to fight Songjin and conquer Korea, and pursued and captured the Korean king Li Liang with Duoduo. After entering the customs, Li Zicheng, the Dashun army, was repeatedly defeated, and then followed Haoge into Shaanxi, attacked Hanzhong, and leveled Zhang Xianzhong in Sichuan. Before this crusade against Jiangnan, he had just put down the rebellion against the Tianjin bandits with the British prince Azig. can have countless military exploits and a great reputation, he should just do his best and die.

'Xingtian Dance is dry, and the fierce will is always there. Nikam was one such warrior, and perhaps we really shouldn't forget his deeds, just as we shouldn't forget all the selflessness that dared to sacrifice ourselves.

Because this spirit belongs to us in China; For this spirit also belongs to that time; Because they are all heroes; Because they're all legends. Yes, this is a legend, they tell a legend in life and leave an epic in their death.

Begonias do not hesitate to be rouge, independent in the drizzle.

The same drizzle brings different feelings to different people, Tianlang is singing a battle song of victory in the rain, and his lover is also standing in the rain to meet the flames of war.

At the head of Liuzhou City, under the command of Qianqian, the Ming army has repelled Kong Youde's attacks many times, and an annoying spring rain has just stopped this morning, and the earth is just like her mood, overgrown with weeds.

"Your Highness the Queen, we are running out of ammunition!" Du Yinxi came to Qianqian to report without worry, but Qianqian's heart was shouting the person's name, "Big Big Wolf, where are you?" I've been holding out for so long, why can't I hear anything from you? ”

"Ahem, Your Highness!" Du Yinxi coughed lightly and reminded her.

"Well, I know, even if there is no ammunition, how should this battle be fought or fought, send the reserves up, this palace feels, it's time for the last fight, before dusk, if you can hold it, everyone will be safe and sound, if you can't hold it, this palace and all the monarchs have also done their best, and then make plans."

"If you really can't hold it, will Your Highness break through with the last generals and others at that time? Still is...... Martyrdom together? Du Yinxi asked cautiously.

Qianqian hesitated for a moment, and a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, "It's still the same sentence, sacrifice is not at the last moment, and I will never sacrifice lightly." Now the only thing we have to do is to send out the last reserves and do everything we can to hold this city. ”

After a cup of tea, the Qing army pounced again, and it seemed that they had also discovered that the artillery momentum of the Ming army had decreased sharply, and even Kong Youde had come out and approached the city wall to command men and horses to kick the city.

Broken stones continue to fall from the city, the Qing army's offensive is not reduced, they are the elite of the Han army in Liaodong, most of them have experienced a hundred battles, and their combat effectiveness is not inferior to the Manchu Eight Banners, even though the Liuzhou defenders are not at a disadvantage, and with the strong city, they are still encouraged to support this battle.

Qianqian also launched several counterattacks, but in the end she was never able to win a decisive victory due to the gap in strength, but Kong Youde made a comeback again and again, forcing Qianqian and the Liuzhou defenders to a desperate situation again and again.

At noon, the sun was steaming the night rain on the earth, and a rainbow appeared in the distance, the Ming army said that it was they saw the hope of victory, and the Qing army said that it was a sky bridge prepared by heaven for them to climb the city of Liuzhou.

The newly replenished reserves have lost a lot, and Qianqian has resolutely become independent of the wind, not in a hurry.

The spring breeze stroked her hair, and the lonely shadow was so beautiful and moving that it made people glance at it, and her heart no longer hurt.

Sure enough, the Qing army rushed up again, and it turned out to be led by several generals under Kong Youde.

Qianqian was really tired of the war, she was so tired, Yu Qing'er, who had been with her, was already sobbing, Pang Tianshou couldn't listen to it anymore, and stopped in front of her and said to her, "Niangniang, it's time to notify the two palaces to start breaking through." ”