Chapter 444 Who has mercy on the red incense

Dolgon's irresponsibility......

In fact, he can't be responsible!

At this moment, his situation is the same as Chongzhen when Li Zicheng broke through the Northern Capital, he is completely alone, in fact, since the city wall was breached, there has been no minister attack, and there is only one of his cabinet scholars left, and the others are completely gone. The six yamen are also scattered, no matter whether the officials of the banner and Han are no longer in charge of him, it is obvious that his self-deceptive mouth of sticking to the needs of help is useless, and the people of the city have known the outcome since the Shun army came to the city. However, the difference is that he still has more than 2,000 elites in the White Banner Baya Laxu to control the imperial city, and he doesn't need to be ready to hang himself like Chongzhen for the time being.

But it didn't work.

The two thousand baya lamas were lined up six meters apart on the imperial city, not counting the one that protruded to the south.

It can't be prevented at all!

As for the yamen of the various ministries, the princes and ministers of the Eight Banners stationed in the inner city sub-district, and the Han officials who lived in the inner city in the way of giving the first place, they had all fallen into a state where their father's dead mother's family took care of each other.

But it's all in the fight.

But they didn't fight to defend the Qing Dynasty, but to stay alive, to avoid Li Zicheng's stick, which was not a bad thing for Dolgon, at least they wouldn't have surrendered, although these people wouldn't have come to defend him.

In short, the inner city of the northern capital was in bloody chaos.

The Eight Banners athletes fought with the Shun army, the Han high-ranking officials fought with the people with their domestic slaves, and even those who fought each other to rob things, and the entire inner city was beaten like a river of blood, from day to night, until late at night, but it became more and more intense. With blazing fires lit everywhere, dead bodies piled up in the streets, volunteers and soldiers looting their belongings, women crying for escape, officials hanging by their enemies on the side of the road and stabbing them, this ancient city is undergoing a complete purge. This is more than 500,000 people killing each other, and there is no order, even if the Shun army has the intention to restore order at this time, it is impossible, not to mention that because of the casualties of the generals, including the party Shousu, the Shun army is also carrying out retaliatory killings.

Especially Li Zicheng's laissez-faire.

Like Dolgon's irresponsibility, Li Zicheng is also completely irresponsible.

He sat at the Zhengyang Gate.

He didn't care about what happened inside and outside the city, and in fact, King Chuang's body didn't allow him to care about these things, he just sat there and waited, waiting for his subordinates in front of him to open the gates that blocked him one by one, and then went in to settle accounts with Dolgon, and he didn't care what happened in the city.

The supreme commanders of both sides are irresponsible.

Rogues and barbarians accustomed to murder and arson.

The people who have accumulated hatred for seven years and the Eight Banners who desperately resist for their lives.

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"This is the City of the Dead!"

Yang Qing leisurely strolled through the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood.

He was also not interested in stopping the killing, anyway, in his opinion, it didn't matter which side died, Shun Jun died to solve the trouble for him, and the death of the Eight Banners was that they deserved to die, even if those righteous braves died, it was nothing. Don't be deceived by the name of Yiyong, how can ordinary people have this kind of organization, in fact, the vast majority of Yiyong are those powerful militia groups, only they have the ability to organize, in other words, these Yiyong can solve their own food and drink. It is true that there are people who really spontaneously participate in the war, especially the outer cities of the northern capital, but the vast majority of them are militia groups that quickly change their flags in various places, and there are even real bandits or ruffians.

More than 300,000!

It's a real mix.

As the place where the wealth of the entire north gathers, how many people are salivating and staring at this city.

In this case, let them kill each other, and it is no pity to die, the city needs blood to cleanse after all.

Suddenly, a group of people rushed out in front of him, led by an old man with a sword, and a few house slaves behind him, protecting a few large and small women and children in the middle, and ran towards him in panic. The old man looked at Yang Qing vigilantly, Yang Qing flashed to the side with a smile, kicked a dead corpse on the road away and made a gesture of please, the old man nodded silently, and then walked beside him in a hurry.

"Quick, that's Liu Yuyou!"

Immediately after that, a group of volunteers rushed out of the alley in front of them, and one of them immediately pointed at the old man and shouted.

Our Qing prince Taibao, Liu Yuyou, the secretary of the military department, was so frightened that he hurriedly turned around and prepared to flee back to the same way with his domestic slaves......

"Didi, one-way street, no U-turn!"

Yang Qing suddenly smiled like a traffic policeman and stretched out his hand and said.

Liu Yuyou was stunned for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a house slave closest to Yang Qing swung his knife and slashed down, Yang Qing pulled out his leg very casually, the house slave flew out screaming, and the rest of the house slaves were so frightened that they stopped moving. At this moment, the group of volunteers who had just rushed out rushed up waving various weapons, Liu Yuyou rushed to the root of the wall without hesitation, and suddenly jumped onto the top of the wall and wanted to climb up. But soon a volunteer came behind him, dragging the rat tail exposed at the back of his head back, and Liu Shangshu screamed and slapped it on the hard ground......

"Spare your life, we are all folks!"

Liu Shangshu screamed.

He is a local native, a native of Wanping, Shuntianfu.

"Ma, why didn't you talk about the folks when you plagued us!"

A righteous man said disdainfully.

Immediately afterwards, he kicked Liu Yuyou in the face.

Then countless big kicks fell, Liu Shangshu screamed and his face was covered with blood in a blink of an eye, and at the same time, more volunteers rushed past them, those house slaves squatted down at the base of the wall with their heads in their hands, and those women ran past Yang Qing screaming. But then the volunteers threw them to the ground one by one like hungry tigers, and then carried them away in their screams.

Pity these noble ladies of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Miss Jiao, they fell into the hands of these barbaric rough blanks and became their tools for giving birth to children.

Sigh!

"Flowers fly and flowers are full of flowers, and there is no one to pity the red incense!"

Yang Qing sighed.

A girl beside him who was carried away, on the shoulders of the savage man, shed tears like pear blossoms and rain, looked at him with hopeful eyes, and then he picked up the folding fan that fell on the ground like a pretending to be a criminal, and wore his broken cotton armor like a sharp brother, opened the folding fan and turned around......

"The flowers are flying and the flowers are full of flowers, and there is no one to pity the red incense. The gossamer is soft and fluttering, and the flocculent is lightly stained with the embroidery curtain......"

His singing was so far away.

The girl's cry was also fading away......

And at this time, Daming Gate.

"Knock it down!"

Li Zicheng's Guyuan Jiedu envoy Wu Dading, sitting on horseback, pointed to the top of the city gate with a horsewhip and said.

Two ladders left and erected in front of him.

And soon climbed up the ladder, two soldiers took hammers and began to smash the plaque that had just been installed for less than seven years, and as they struck, the stone was carved and painted, and then the plaque that was stained with adhesive shattered and fell, and the three words of Daqingmen on it disappeared one by one, and the real name that was covered inside was gradually revealed......

Daming Gate.

Originally, this scene in history got more than two hundred years later.

It wasn't until the Beiyang government renamed the gate Zhonghua Gate that the workers removed the plaque of the Daqing Gate and found that its original name had been pressed down for nearly three hundred years, but this time it was only seven years. As the two soldiers knocked down the last stone slab, the three big characters of Daming Gate reappeared in front of the Ming army who had just conquered this city gate in the firelight......

It was indeed the Ming army.

It was not the vassal army of the Qin domain.

"We're worthy of the First Emperor!"

Wu Dading said to his deputy general Sun Shoufa with emotion.

They are not Li Zicheng's people, Wu Dading is He Renlong's deputy, after He Renlong's death, Sun Chuanting asked him to command the rest of He Renlong's troops, Sun Shoufa was the original Cao Wenzhao's general, and he also captured Gao Yingxiang alive. After Sun Chuanting's death, the remaining Ming troops in Guanzhong basically controlled the Guyuan area under Wu Dading's subordinates, and were later persuaded by Li Zicheng to surrender as the king of Qin. Originally, in history, they joined forces with the remnants of the Shun army in Guanzhong to resist the Qing Dynasty, Sun Shoufa was defeated and died, and Wu Dading retreated into Sichuan and joined the southwest to resist the Qing Dynasty until the end of Yongli before surrendering, he and Ma Bao were in a similar situation, and they all insisted until it could be said that there was really no hope before surrendering.

In this time and space, they have never betrayed Chongzhen.

When Li Zicheng entered Beijing, Wu Dading was still counterattacking Qinzhou for Chongzhen, and he accepted Li Zicheng's surrender because Chongzhen's holy decree made Li Zicheng the king of Qin to control the north.

He did not surrender.

He was commanded by Li Zicheng according to the holy decree.

After that, he has been in Guyuan.

Regardless of whether he was the commander-in-chief or Li Zicheng's Jiedu envoy, he was the Ming army in Guyuan, not Li Zicheng's Qin army, which referred to those standing armies, but Li Zicheng's Jiedu envoys were theoretically Ming armies, belonging to the Ming army commanded by the King of Qin. When Li Zicheng entered Beijing, Longyou and the Hexi Corridor still belonged to the Ming Dynasty, and it was in this way that he subdued these places, and the same local officials who were unable to confront them, especially the generals of the Shaanxi Xingdu Division, also accepted his rule and became Jiedu envoys.

So Wu Dading is still qualified to say this.

"Open the door and invite King Qin to enter the palace to clear the dust of the temple to comfort the first emperor!"

He went on to say.

With that, he turned his head to look behind him.

Li Zicheng was not far behind, sitting in the carriage quietly looking at the sky red by the flames, the explosion of cannonballs, the dense gunshots, and the faint shouts of killing wrapped the strange tranquility here. And around Li Zicheng's carriage, under the hooves of the cavalry of the Shun Army in those arrays, there were countless dead corpses of the Eight Banners Army, and the blood flowing reflected the red light of the flames on the ground, making the carriage seem to float on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

At the same time, Sun Shoufa urged the horse forward, and slammed a pair of iron whips against the city gate with a pair of iron whips in his hand.

Then this fierce general, who killed dozens of Qing soldiers with an iron whip before he died, used his arms at the same time, and the city gate, which had been bolted from the inside, slowly pushed open with his iron whip......