Xiao Ruxun roughly blocked Xiao Guoliang's mouth. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Listen to me! The natives of Nanyang are a group of lazy, fierce and stupid people, and when they encounter hostile people, they must not be merciful, arm the local Han people, expel and kill all of them, occupy as many island lands as they can occupy, and have enough resources and land, they must build firearms and sea ships, and even more importantly, they must promote education and encourage childbearing, so that everyone can have children with all their strength.

Also, you must not trust the Francois Hongmaoyi, if his people want to go to war, they must not be afraid and do their best to fight! If you can do what your father says, and you can defeat the natives and the Hongmaoyi, you may not be able to establish another China in Nanyang! Build a new China! At that time, the merit will be in the present and the benefit will be in the future, and you will be remembered by future generations! ”

The old man's eyes flashed with a strange light, like a dying man seeing a life-saving straw.

"Zining, you are the proudest son of your father, you have learned enough of the art of war for your father, you also have experience, you also have a strategy, you are the most beloved son of your father, your father asked you to go to Nanyang, just to leave a little fire for China, remember carefully, remember that when the strength is not enough, when the population is not more than 10 million, you must not rashly go on a northern expedition, you must not rashly go on a northern expedition! You have to warn future generations, warn them, you must not go on a northern expedition lightly! ”

"Father...... This ......"

Xiao Guoliang couldn't keep up with his father's thinking at all.

"You will understand, you will understand soon, and you will understand why the Father did this."

After Xiao Ruxun said this, he stood up tremblingly and walked outside.

The temperature in the Xiaoice era was so cold, even on Hainan Island, you can feel this cold.

It's been fifty years, and it's been fifty years since he returned to Qiongzhou, from north to south, from smug to frustrated, from full of hope to dashed hope, fifty years, Xiao Ruxun was looking forward to dying before the Jiashen Kingdom changed, and he didn't have to be sad for it, but he never thought that the more he wanted to die, the more he couldn't die.

After cultivating his three sons into talents, Xiao Ruxun already felt that he had nothing to live for, and he had found a way out for his family, and even for the villagers and the old subordinates who were willing to follow him, he had nothing to worry about.

Although it was the country that rejected him, he still thought that he was sorry for the Ming Dynasty, sorry for the people of the Ming Dynasty who were about to suffer great pain and nightmares, seeing the Central Plains Lu Shen, seeing the fall of Shenzhou, he really couldn't do it, he tried his best to do something for the Ming Dynasty, but it was the identity of this damn military general that made him powerless!

Da Ming rejected his kindness again and again, and Da Ming disappointed him again and again, made him miserable, and finally made him desperate.

After the age of sixty, countless midnight dreams, he would dream of what Yuan Huang had said to him back then, if he had chosen that path at that time, would the land of China be different, would it have changed, would all this have become different? Can Chinese civilization be passed on smoothly without being cut off?

Sometimes, he hates himself, hates himself for not being ruthless enough, hates himself for not being decisive enough, not decisive enough, he can make such a decision, but he still gives up, for the sake of the Ming plot in his heart, he gave up everything, he must find a way to save Daming, however, however, the general, is the general, this identity has dragged down his life, dragged down the Ming, so that the Ming can't even grasp the last hope.

Those bastards! Those bastards! Do you have to let the Manchu slaughter knife kill to be happy?! Are you satisfied?!

He saw with his own eyes what kind of life the rich people in the south of the Yangtze River lived, and what kind of life the refugees in the north lived, those moths hollowed out the Ming Dynasty, and in the end, all the wealth they accumulated was cheaper to the Manchu Qing, all of them were taken by the Manchus, and the people were killed cleanly......

Dragging that disgusting money rat tail, wearing the most ugly clothes, being ridden on his head and doing nothing.

If I had embarked on a different path, would the world have been different?

Xiao Ruxun stretched out his withered and old hand, and shook it in the void, as if he wanted to hold something, but he couldn't hold anything.

The power of one person is really too small and too small.

Would the world be different if it could be done all over again?

If, if you really could do it again......

Xiao Guoliang left, with the people who were willing to follow him and who were willing to listen to him, thirteen large sea ships were full, with the hope and fire of Chinese civilization, leaving Xiao Ruxun's field of vision.

Xiao Ruxun will not leave, he will definitely not leave this soil that gave birth to him and raised him, even if this soil is about to be trampled beyond recognition by the iron hooves of the alien race.

In the year of Li, on the first day of the fifth month of the seventeenth year of Chongzhen, a heartbreaking news drifted across the ocean and entered the ears of Xiao Ruxun, who was alone with an old servant in the old mansion.

On March 19, the 17th year of Chongzhen, Zhu Youzhen, the emperor of Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty, hanged himself on Jingshan Mountain in Beijing......

Before the emperor died, he left a final edict on a blue robe.

"I have been on the throne for 17 years, although I have bowed down to the bandits, and the heavens are angry, but all the ministers have mistakenly been destroyed, causing the rebels to go straight to the Beijing Division, and I will die, and I will see my ancestors in the ground without a face, and I will remove my crown and cover my face with my hair, and let the thieves split the corpse, so as not to hurt the people."

Xiao Ruxun was silent after hearing this, and the tearful old servant was dressed in white and wearing a white scarf, facing the north.

All the people who did not leave Wenchang County with the three sons of the Xiao family gathered together, together with Xiao Ruxun, dressed in white clothes and wearing white scarves, facing the north and worshipping.

The Son of Heaven guards the country, and the king dies, this is easy to say, but how difficult is it to do? Not to mention the supreme state of a country, what kind of desperate situation should he hang himself and die.

The ministers were mistaken......

Xiao Ruxun felt that he was also one of the people who mistook Zhu Youzhen, although Zhu Youzhen was wrong in a thousand ways, but he was martyred for his country, but he was still alive.

This is unfair, he clearly said that he would fight for Daming instead of Xiao Ruxun, but he broke his promise, so whether it is himself or Xiao Ruxun, he should draw an end to all this at this moment.

Therefore, Xiao Ruxun took his old servant and walked all the way from Wenchang County to the northernmost tip of Hainan Island, looking at the vaguely visible Shenzhou Continent, Xiao Ruxun slowly knelt down and took out the handcuff specially made for him by Zhao Shizhen from his arms.

"Lao Shan, I should go, what about you?"

"The old man will go first, and the old servant will soon follow."

Xiao Ruxun nodded silently.

"I heard that before the first emperor died, there was only one eunuch by his side, Lao Shan, what did you say the first emperor was thinking at that time?"

The old servant was silent.

"Probably like me, I can't regret it, right?"

"Old man......"

Xiao Ruxun smiled bitterly, looking at the Shenzhou Continent with infinite nostalgia, he aimed his handcuff at his mouth, opened his mouth, and was about to stuff the muzzle of the gun, but took it out again.

"Lao Shan, you come back slowly, I want you to do one last thing for me."

"Sir, please speak."

"When I died, I burned my body, buried my ashes in the soil, and erected a wooden sign on it that read, 'Xiao Ruxun will die here'."

"The old servant obeys."

Xiao Ruxun nodded, shoved the muzzle of the gun into his mouth, and pulled the trigger with his fingers.

Fifty years, like a dream of Nanke, what did he do, what did he get, and what did he change?

After all, I still lost the years and the time.

If...... If I could do it again......

"Bang"

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