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The night has been three watches, under the dark clouds, the moonlight is sparse and sparsely sprinkled on the earth, and the suburbs in spring are full of insects and frogs.

The Qing soldiers on Fengyang City were leaning on the beacon tower and napping, and Zilharang knew that his troops were insufficient, and he wanted to hold out until the reinforcements arrived. He set up six beacon towers on the tower of Fengyang City, which were immediately lit whenever they were attacked by the enemy. In this way, he can save his soldiers to the greatest extent and give them plenty of time to rest.

Today's southeast corner is a place to change the defense, leaving only a hundred people to guard the city tower.

The city was quiet, and the Qing soldiers opened their eyes for a moment, and then began to pretend to sleep. The long night was a particularly difficult night for the Qing soldiers who were on guard. Beside him, another soldier pulled out a hot oily paper from his bosom, with a piece of cooked beef in it.

Qing Bing swallowed his saliva, seeing that the other party didn't want to share it with him at all, he pursed his lips dissatisfiedly, the supplies in the city were so scarce, but his companions could always grab things like beef from the homes of the people in the city. His companion was very famous among the Qing soldiers, claiming to know the Han people best, and every time he searched the houses in the city, no matter where the Han people were hiding, he could find them and kill them.

The meat-eating Qing soldier greedily tasted the aroma of meat in his mouth, and said with a smile: "Ah Gui, do you know why you can't eat beef?" Hehe, let me tell you, the Han people are the most cunning, when my father worked in a Han workshop in Liaodong, the proprietor was a typical Han person. No matter how much my dad hid something, he would find out. Later, the old Khan took our people to kill all the Han people in Liaodong and drove them out of the pass, and my father took the opportunity to kill the shopkeeper's family, but he couldn't find where his money was hidden. ”

Ah Gui was quarreled with him, thinking that it was a long night anyway, and it would be good to listen to him chat to relieve boredom, so he asked, "Then what about later, did your father find it?" ”

"Later? Hehe, then my father took possession of the house, and my mother took me to live in the original Han room, and three days later I found all their possessions in the cellar under the bed. Han people like to dig holes, and like rats, they always like to dig a hole to hide their good things. In our Manchuria, whoever has a good thing is eager to show off like the whole family, and they are afraid of being seen, and they call it wealth and not showing it. ”

Ah Gui glanced at the beef in his hand and sneered: "Longchun, I didn't expect you to understand the words of the Han people." ”

Qing Bing, who was called Longchun, took a bite of meat, and said with a smile while chewing: "That old shopkeeper, when I was asked to accompany his son to study, I studied with him for a year. ”

"He's so good to you, your dad still kills his whole family?"

"Hehe, who made him a Han Chinese, shouldn't the Han people be slaughtered by us?"

"Hehe, that's right."

A cold wind blew, and Ah Gui had no beef to eat, so he pinched his neck. Suddenly, he heard a sound of breaking the air, and a cold arrow was inserted into his throat, and Long Chun threw the meat in his hand and hid behind the beacon tower between the lightning and flint. Whoosh, a few arrows shot at the wall where he was dodging, and the Long Chun Monster screamed, his hands and feet trembling, trying to light the beacon.

There was no need for him to be warned, and countless torches suddenly lit up outside the city, illuminating the night as if it were day. I don't know how many soldiers and horses are pouring down the city together, and there is still no chewed beef in Longchun's mouth, and his mouth is big, but he can't make a sound.

The Northern Expeditionary Army seemed to know that it was empty, and then gathered all its forces, took advantage of the cover of night, sneaked to this side, and then launched a general attack.

The 200,000-strong army shook the entire Fengyang, and Jierharang hurriedly put on his battle robe and rushed out of the mansion. Before he reached the bottom of the city, the Northern Expeditionary Army, which had climbed up the ladders on the city tower, had already started hand-to-hand combat with the few Qing soldiers.

Hou Xuanyan's face was ugly, his face was like the frost that had not melted in three winters, and no one dared to approach within three feet of ground around him. His eyelids drooped, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he couldn't see any expression. Only the slightly trembling eyelashes revealed that his heart was not as calm as it appeared at this time.

Earlier, at nightfall, the spies of the Elephant Camp escaped from the city and told him about the horrors of the city. After telling the story of what happened to the people in the city, he stammered and asked, "Commander, have there been other spies in Fengyang City tonight?" ”

Hou Xuan didn't know why, and said, "No, it's just you." After listening to Xie Jing's story, his heart was like a fire, and his brain was boiling.

Xie shook his hands, turned to leave, and walked outside the tent unable to control his tears. When he came to the southeast city wall and saw the sparse Qing soldiers, he knew that the only lucky person tonight was himself. Still, he had a glimmer of hope that the other brothers would find the same situation. But Xiaobai knew in his heart that none of his three brothers would back down. Even if the city is heavily guarded, they will definitely fight to the death.

In the moonlight, the spy nicknamed Xiaobai fell to his knees, tears streaming down his eyes.

Hou Xuanyan was already filled with hatred at that time, and urgently summoned all the generals and arranged this raid.

Although the strategy of encircling the point to send reinforcements was good, Hou Xuanyan was determined to capture Fengyang Mansion as quickly as possible.

Maybe there will be no more such a good opportunity, and there will be no more big bait like Zilharang, Hou Xuanyan still can't convince himself to sacrifice the old and weak women and children in the city in order to kill and injure the Qing soldiers. All this is just because he is a Han Chinese, and the people in the city are not pawns that he can give up at will.

Time returned to the present, more and more Northern Expeditionary troops killed from the top of the city tower to the bottom of the city, and the southeast city gate was split open with a knife, as if the door to killing was opened.

Zilharang sat down on the ground and lamented, "Now we're done..."

"Lord Wang, we will protect you and kill you!" There is no shortage of fierce people in the two blue flags, and there are still people who want to protect Zilharang to break through in this situation.

Zilharang is the most aware of the situation in the crowd, breaking through? There is not the slightest possibility. One of the Qing soldiers in this city is counted as one, and no one can escape at all, the Ming Dynasty is still too big, and the Han people are still too many. It only takes one Hou Xuanyan to lead them to complete the counterattack, and for the first time he wondered if the decision of the first emperor to enter the customs was right.

"Lord Wang, the Ming army is here, get up and command everyone to fight." Although the people around him respected him, they were very disappointed by Zilharang's reaction so far.

Zilharang was drunk by him, his eyes regained clarity, and said: "Hou Xuan's acting methods are the most vicious. When we got to this point, we would kill ourselves to avoid being tortured to death. After speaking, he was about to commit suicide when he raised his knife, but he was hit by the man next to him, Su Bandai, with the back of the knife, and the scimitar in Zilharang's hand fell in response.

Subandai himself didn't want to die at all, he had a strong desire to survive, and he also knew that as long as Zilharang died, they wouldn't even have one in ten thousand hopes.

"Lord Wang, the goats in the wolves must also leap hard, and the fox in the eagle's beak will also bite back around the neck. We are Manchurian warriors who are brave and unbeatable, how can we commit suicide without seeing the enemy! May the prince lift his spirits and lead us out to kill. ”

Zilharang lost his last chance to commit suicide and was carried by his men to meet the torrent of the Northern Expeditionary Army.

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The smoke of gunpowder surrounds the high wall in the middle of the night, and it has been reported to the king to set Fengyang.

The people of Li Shu are one of a hundred, and the victorious general mourns and breaks his bowels.

Mo Yan is like a high mountain, and the mountain is difficult to be three thousand feet high.

Hugh Dao this hatred is like flowing water, and the flowing water does not flow for thousands of miles.

The next morning, the remnants of the people came out of their homes and saw the corpses of the Qing soldiers all over the ground. There is also the long-lost Ming soldier, who is cleaning up the corpses hanging at the door of each house.

No cheers, no gratitude, no greetings...

A painful cry sounded in every corner of the city, and the suffering of war had never been so vividly presented in front of Hou Xuanyan's eyes. The tragic situation in Fengyang City is enough to make ordinary people unable to eat for three days.

Suddenly, a dusty little woman appeared in the stinger, holding a baby in her arms, and the baby was yellow-faced and straight, apparently dead for a long time.

The soldiers stepped forward to drive them away, and Hou Xuanyan waved his hand and signaled them to retreat. The little woman stopped in front of Hou Xuanyan's horse, her face was no longer human, and she shouted heartbreakingly: "Why are you here!" ”

This voice spoke the hearts of the people of the city, and all of them had tears in their eyes, and the numbness on their faces disappeared, replaced by deep sadness.

Xia Wanchun was kind-hearted, for fear that Hou Xuanyan would blame them for this, so he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Wu Na woman, do you know who is in front of you, don't retreat quickly." ”

Hou Xuanyan reined in the horse, dismounted and helped her up, the child in his arms had begun to emit a stench. The little woman's clothes were thin and torn everywhere, and she had obviously been humiliated by the Qing soldiers. Hou Xuanyan took off his cloak and wrapped her and the dead child.

"I'm late... Sorry. A line of tears slipped down her cheeks, and the woman was stunned. With a hatred in her chest that had nowhere to vent, she blocked the way of the young general with the strongest aura she had ever seen in her life, just asking for death, but she didn't expect this situation. Suddenly, a warmth suddenly appeared in her heart, like a bright light in the endless dark night. It turns out that there are more than animals in the world.

After Hou Xuanyan finished speaking, he turned around and got on the horse, looked around, and raised his voice to the people: "I'm sorry everyone, I, Hou Xuanyan, am late!" ”

On this day, the whole city wept silently, they lost their loved ones, they lost their families, they lost everything. Today, they have their own king in their hearts. If there is hope in life, people will not be numb and wait for death, and Fengyang City will definitely be rebuilt.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded in the streets of Fengyang City, and Hou Xuanyan cried for the first time since the bamboo forest said goodbye to the remains of his father and brother.

"Zhang Yiguan." Galloping off the horse, the Duke of Yue, Xuanyan, suddenly shouted loudly.

"Mark it in!"

"Pass my order to Qin He, I want the Jierharang dog thief to skin and cramp, and throw it into the gold juice to boil along with all the captives."

Two days later, the Northern Expeditionary Army went from house to house to get the surviving civilians to go to the streets, and today was the day of the execution of the war criminals.

In the city of Fengyang, the once downtown area was dug out of a huge pit the size of a school field, which was full of various Manchu officials and generals. A new high platform was built next to it, and several huge iron boxes were set up. It was a sharp weapon used by the Qing soldiers in Fengyang to defend the city, and they used this to boil the dung and make it into gold juice to pour it under the city. This thing rots when it gets on the skin, and no gold sore medicine can cure it. A huge pit under the iron box, inside which were captured Qing soldiers. Most of the 60,000 Qing soldiers were hacked to death by the angry Northern Expeditionary Army, and the rest were some officials and generals, about a thousand people.

Zilharang and Subandai and Suchaha were pressed up, and by this time, their faces were pale and bloodless, and Subandai was already delirious and scolded at Zilharang. Zilharang has enjoyed all the wealth in his life, and he has also fought in the world, and it is not enough to kill people. At this time, his legs were weak with fright, and beads of sweat fell on his forehead.

A professional executioner stripped part of the skin off the bodies of three people. The flesh of the legs, arms, and forehead was exposed, and the howls became quieter and quieter.

Finally, the executioners completed their masterpiece, and the people around them were quiet and terrible. Everyone's eyes glowed with green, looking at the three bloody people on the high platform.

A few soldiers of the Northern Expeditionary Army pulled up the ropes above the heads of the three and lowered them from the boom above the iron box. The boiling feces emitted a sky-high smell, and the boiling iron box was constantly bubbling with blisters and heat, and the three of them were terrified even though they no longer had human skins.

Drawing a knife and cutting the rope, the three of them plopped and fell into the iron box.

The huge iron box was lifted by the pulley mechanism of the city and poured hot gold juice into the pit. The people rushed up and buried the pit with a handful of earth. For a whole day, Fengyang City was noisy, and the noise in the ears of everyone present that day was still buzzing three days later.

And on the outskirts of Fengyang, a young man took off his armor and squatted in front of three tombs.

Each grave has a short knife inserted, and the sword tassel flutters in the wind, and it looks particularly desolate under the desolate sunset. Xiao Bai Xie searched for a day, but did not find the bodies of the three brothers. Although he broke his leg at the end of the day, he wished that he would never find it, so he might still have one in ten thousand hopes.

A military general dressed as an officer appeared next to him, looking at Xie Jing, who was sitting on the ground, his resolute face rarely showed fatherly pity, and he asked softly: "Xiaobai, have you really thought about it?" I have reported your deeds to Commander Hong, and I am sure that the reward will come soon. "If there are people from the Hidden Elephant Camp, I will definitely be shocked that my jaw will drop, and Chen Changzhi, who is known as the Living Yama in the camp, will have this warm side.

Xie laughed in surprise: "Boss, I now have four pairs of parents who need to be honored, and I can't afford to wear this latent suit." Looking at the three grave bags, Xie Jingzhen knew that it was empty, he drew a circle on the ground, stuck the short knife in his waist into the ground, and murmured: "When the younger brother completes the instructions of the elder brothers, raises your children to adulthood, and sends your parents away, I will come to accompany you." ”

"Boss, I'm leaving, you can help me return this hidden elephant armor to the commander."

Chen Changzhi looked at the back of the young man who was getting farther and farther away, and suddenly asked in a loud voice: "Xiaobai, do you regret joining the submarine camp?" ”

The lonely and thin back turned around, and the tear-stained face smiled, and even showed two rows of white teeth.

"The four of us have never regretted it..."

Chen Changzhi's eyes were filled with tears, and the figure in the distance gradually blurred, and suddenly it seemed that four teenagers hooked shoulders and returned to their hometown.

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