"Zilharang! Surrender quickly and avoid death! ”

Under the instruction of Monk An, outside the rampant general of the circle attack, a large number of soldiers of the famous Tang Army shouted loudly in Manchu.

Tang Jun shouted several times, but Zilharang was silent and did not respond.

The reason why he didn't respond was not because of how loyal Zilharang was to the Great Halal, but because he knew in his heart that he had no right to surrender.

All his wives and children are in Shengjing, if he, the Prince Zheng of the Qing court, really surrenders to the Tang army here, he can imagine how Dolgon will be furious after getting the news, and all his wives and concubines and children will be killed by this fierce and ruthless guy.

The only way to do this is to die in exchange for the lives of the whole family.

A hint of sadness suddenly flashed on Zilharang's face.

"Kill! Sons, let's fight and die for the Qing Dynasty right here! Zilharang shouted sharply, and with a tiger spear in his hand, he slashed at the rampaging sentries who had squeezed into his formation.

Just when he was stubbornly resisting, a large number of Tang army members were rampant, slashing left and right, like mad tigers, and finally broke through the barrier of the white swing tooth soldiers and attacked him directly.

Seeing that the Tang army was besieging in large numbers, and the guards under him were getting fewer and fewer, the moves in their hands were suddenly messy, and a rampant team member saw that he was in chaos, and roared, and the heavy tiger knife back slammed on Zilharang's back, Jierharang was caught off guard, screamed, and was slammed to the ground.

Seeing him fall to the ground, several members of the Tang Army's rampant team immediately rushed forward, their arms were relaxed, and they grabbed his belt, and lifted Jierharang, who had already passed out, from the ground, and then tightly held it under his arm.

The Qing army was captured, and the besieging Tang army was thunderous.

Immediately, they shouted angrily at the remnants of the less than 100 white tooth soldiers next to them: "You have been captured by the commander, if you don't surrender early, you will definitely be killed!" ”

Listening to the thunderous roar of the Tang army, and seeing the commander of the Qing army, Zilharang, who was coerced by the Tang army, a group of white tooth soldiers no longer had the heart to fight, and knelt down to ask for surrender.

Seeing that Chata had already captured the commander of the Qing army, Zilharang, and that the white tooth soldiers had knelt on the ground and begged to surrender, Monk An in the distance gave an order to stop the killing in time.

"Lord An, Nazir Harang is now in a coma, but what should I do?"

Amid the cheers of victory, Chata dragged the fainted Zilharang to Ann Monk Ma.

Monk An groaned slightly, and then shouted loudly: "Quickly drag Ji'er Harang into the city wall, and send an order to the Qing army in the city that is fighting desperately to the death, telling them that the main general has been captured, and asking them to immediately lay down their arms and surrender to our army!" ”

"Obey!"

Soon, Jilharang, who had passed out, was tied up by a group of Tang soldiers on the city tower, and shouted loudly to the city as they walked along the city wall.

"Tartars! Look ahead! Your commander has been captured by our army, and your defeat has been decided, and it will not be sooner, let alone when! ”

"If we don't descend early, our army will definitely attack and kill all of them, and not a single one will be left alive!"

"Surrender quickly, you can avoid death, miss this opportunity, go to hell and regret it!"

The Tang soldiers who carried Zilharang on the city wall kept taking turns shouting in Manchu and Chinese.

Seeing his own commander, he was dragged like a dead dog to shout to himself, and the Qing army in Liaoyang City was in chaos.

At this time, the Qing army in the city had suffered heavy losses in the battle with the Tang army, and now that they saw the commander being arrested, these Qing troops who were originally supporting each other for the war suddenly had no courage and motivation to fight, and they knelt on the ground and begged to surrender.

Seeing that the Qing army was begging for mercy everywhere, Monk An also sent his subordinates to send orders everywhere to ask the Tang army to stop killing and receive the surrender of the Qing army on the spot.

At this point, this tense and tragic battle for the capture of Liaoyang, in which both the enemy and us suffered heavy losses, finally ended in the heavy rain. Coincidentally, just after the battle, the heavy rain began to gradually become lighter, and turned into a light rain.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Kill the Tartars, make a meritorious name!"

"Kill the Tartars, go to heaven!"

The continuous cheers of the Tang soldiers were like thunder, resounding in the sky above Liaoyang City, where the rain was gradually thinning.

At this time, Monk An immediately ordered the Supervisor Department to organize soldiers to clean up the battlefield and clean up the corpses, and then let the victorious Tang Army immediately issue a notice in the city to count the results.

Subsequently, Monk An entered the Liaoyang City Government Office, ordered his subordinates to simply clean up, and used the remaining spacious room as a temporary office space.

At this time, Monk An had learned from his subordinates about the casualties of the enemy and our armies in this battle, and the Qing army in the city was as many as nearly 100,000 people, and now more than 53,000 people have become prisoners, plus more than 6,000 people who escaped by luck, that is to say, about 30,000 Qing troops were killed by their own soldiers in this rainy night battle.

"And what about the casualties of our army?" Monk An asked again.

Hearing Monk An's question, the face of the supervisor who reported it was covered with a layer of gray, and he said in a low voice: "Mayor Yu'an, although our army won this battle, the casualties were also quite heavy. The number of casualties in the army reached 4,215. As for the friendly army Shang Shizi, its losses were nearly 5,000 men, nearly a quarter of it. ”

Hearing this number, Monk An also sighed in his heart.

In order to win the battle for Liaoyang, their own troops paid the most casualties since they arrived in Liaodong, and the siege of Liaoyang on a rainy night became a battle with the heaviest casualties among themselves, which shows that this victory was not easy to come by.

Just as he kept sighing, soon, a document officer from the Supervision Department came to report urgently: "Mayor An, now that we have taken this Liaoyang City, our army has captured a lot." A total of 18,000 taels of gold, more than 280,000 taels of silver, 150,000 stones of grain, and thousands of silk and satin goods captured by the Qing army were obtained. The money and grain storehouse in Liaoyang City has also been received by our army, with a total of 6,300 taels of gold, 160,000 taels of silver, 580,000 stones of grain, more than 18,200 silk and satin cloths, and a large number of ordnance and armor......"

Hearing this figure reported by the civil official, Monk An's heart was overjoyed.

Damn, this Liaoyang fruit is an important town of the Qing court, and they have hidden a lot of good things here, which is good, and it is all cheap for me to be safe.

"Very well, but what about the people in the city?" Monk An then asked again.

"Mayor An, now according to the inventory of our army, in Liaoyang City, according to the rough statistics of our army, there are more than 188,000 people. Next, how does Master Li plan to place them? ”

Monk An secretly thought, these nearly 200,000 people, after this series of bloody battles, now their homes are completely destroyed, and Liaoyang City is absolutely unable to survive. If you want to settle them, it seems that you have to be like Yingkou and Haicheng, and see if they are all transported to Shandong first, and then distributed to other places.

So, Monk An immediately replied: "Spread my order, these nearly 200,000 Liaoyang people, as before, will stay in the city for one night first, and tomorrow together with those captives, they will be escorted to Yingkou, and all of them will be transported to Shandong, and then let the local officials in Shandong transfer them to Taiwan, Ezo and other places to be resettled separately." ”

The civil official went as promised, and at this time, a soldier suddenly came to report that now, the commander of the Qing army in a coma, Zilharang, had just woken up.

"Bring it on!" Monk An simply ordered.

There was a clatter of iron chains, and the prince of the Qing army, Jierharang, who was tied up with heavy shackles on his hands and feet, was pushed and scolded by several Tang soldiers and brought all the way to the room.

Monk An saw that Zilharang in front of him, his armor was gone, and his dark brown underwear was stained with blood and mud, and he stood in front of Monk An with a blank expression, his eyes were empty.

At this time, one of the Tang soldiers who escorted him cursed a foul word and kicked him hard in the crook of his knee, and Zilharang screamed, pounced, and fell to his knees.

The Tang soldier wanted to kick again, but was stopped by Monk An.

He then ordered the soldiers who were escorting Zilharan out of the room. In the entire room, there was only Monk An and a few guards.

The candlelight flickered, and there was a sudden silence in the huge room.

"Zilharang, you really have a way to heaven, you don't go, and there is no door to hell, you come here." Monk An smiled coldly and took the lead in speaking.

Jierharang, who was kneeling with his head down, slowly raised his head and stared at Monk An for a long time, but he was speechless and did not say a word.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Monk An said: "Ji'er Harang, now you have been captured by our Tang army, but the Tang King has an order, if you, the Qing court clan, are willing to surrender, then our army can still leave you and wait for a life, you need to know......"

Monk An didn't finish his words, but Zilharang laughed loudly.

"What are you laughing at?"

Ji'er Harang raised his head and smiled for a long time before he looked directly into Monk An's sharp eyes and said in a low voice: "Thank you King Tang for your kindness, but please forgive Ji'er Harang for breaking his fate." ”

"Oh?" Monk An's face was awe-inspiring: "Ji'er Harang, do you want to kill yourself?" ”

"Hahaha......" Zilharang laughed miserably again: "Could it be that Mayor An thinks that this king still has a way to live?" ”

Without waiting for Monk An to speak, Zilharang continued: "This king understands that the reason why the Tang king does not kill me and is willing to accept the surrender of this king is really to hope that this king, a high-ranking and powerful prince of the Great Qing Dynasty, can become a model of surrender for the Qing clan and the ministers after surrendering, so as to better disintegrate the morale and military spirit of the Great Qing Dynasty, so that the clan and the ministers will no longer have the heart to die for the Qing Dynasty." With such a mind, this king has already seen it clearly. ”

When Zilharang said this, his face suddenly turned grim: "However, as a person of the Qing Dynasty, this king died as a ghost of the Qing Dynasty, even if he dies, what is there to fear!" What's more, my family is in Shengjing, and if I surrender to you, they will all die at the hands of Dolgon. I'm so distressed, I'm sure you understand. To this day, it is useless to talk more, so I hope Mayor An will give this king a good time. ”

Monk An nodded expressionlessly, and then said loudly: "Since you are bent on death, then this town will fulfill you." It's just that you want to be happy, but you can't, after all, executing you so cheaply is too sorry for the thousands of heroic souls of our army who died in battle. ”

"Someone!" Monk An let out a loud shout, causing several soldiers outside the door to re-enter, and when he coldly saw Zilharang on the ground, he said loudly: "Jierharang! You wait for the Qing Dynasty to be stubborn to the end, resist the heavenly soldiers, and have wantonly slaughtered and plundered my Ming people, it is really an unforgivable sin, and there is no redemption for death! Now that you refuse to surrender, then Ben Gong will cut you alive according to the law of the Ming Dynasty to pay tribute to the people who died in my Ming Dynasty and the soldiers of the Tang Army who died in battle! ”

After listening to Monk An's order, Jierharang laughed miserably and said: "Wow, I didn't expect that I, Jierharang, would die in this Liaoyang City." Now that you have such a way of dying, you can be regarded as a well-deserved death. ”

"Do you have anything else to say?" Monk An pondered for a moment and asked again.

Zilharang shook his head, and then sighed: "I Jilharang has fought all my life, and I really don't know how many soldiers and civilians died in my hands. is still the same sentence, the cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unpleasant, and now that people are being chopped alive here, it can be regarded as a well-deserved death! I don't know if I can use my life to atone for the sins of my life. It's just ......."

"But what?"

Zilharang raised his head, looked at Monk An with complicated eyes, and then said in a low voice: "It's just that this king hopes that after my death, General An can return my head to the Qing court, so that they can use it as a basis to prevent persecution of my wife and concubine." “

Monk An looked directly at Ji'er Harang's eager eyes, and after a long time, he said in a deep voice: "Yes!" The town promises you. Your head, I will definitely send someone to the Qing court, so that it is safe. “

Zilharang slammed his head on the floor and said in a trembling voice, "Good! Nazir Harang will ask Mayor An! “

Monk An nodded slightly, glanced at Jierharang who was kneeling on the ground, and said loudly: "And take Jierharang down, and after dawn, on the square in the city, Ling Chi will be killed alive to sacrifice the dead soldiers and civilians of my Ming Dynasty." Moreover, all the soldiers and civilians in the city, as well as a group of prisoners, should be brought to the square to watch. ”

"Order!"

The night passed, the dawn first appeared, and the dark and oppressive night was finally replaced by a faint and refreshing dawn.

Although the streets covered with blood and dirt have been cleaned up overnight, the smell of blood is still pungent, and human stumps and internal organs that have not been removed in time can be seen from time to time. This important town in Liaozhong, which has just passed through the catastrophe of blood, fire and sword soldiers, is full of gloomy and sad atmosphere.

At this time, the streets of Liaoyang were few populated and empty. It turned out that now in Liaoyang City, all the soldiers and civilians were gathering in the square to watch the Tang army kill Prince Zheng Zierharang of the Qing court.

A topless executioner, on a piece of bluestone, focused and careful sharpening a ghost-headed steel knife, after repeated washing and rinsing, he plucked two hairs, rested on the knife surface, and with a puff, the hair broke in response.

After the executioner had sharpened his sword, the bloodied and unkempt beard of Zilharang, with his hands and feet heavily shackled, and an iron chain tied around his neck, was scolded by the soldiers, and brought to the center of the square like a dog.

Immediately, a soldier from behind kicked him hard, and Zilharang threw himself to his knees.

Zilharang, who had been unchained from his neck, looked sluggish, kneeling like a puppet in the middle of the square.

The entire onlookers, civilians and prisoners in custody were in an unplanned circle, surrounding the entire square, silently watching the center of the circle.

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