"Today is my big day, it should be more solemn, but unfortunately there is no bath barrel here, so I can't bathe."

Zhang Cunren pulled the rope hanging on the beam of the house hard, and he looked eager to try: "The rarest thing for a person to live for a lifetime is to die well." I killed too many people back then, and I should have died violently according to my fate, and now although I am not blessed to die in bed, at least I will be left with a whole corpse, and I am content......"

Now that he is dead, suicide is a relief. In this era, most people believed that if they died well, they would soon be reincarnated, but if they died horizontally, they would become a terrible ghost and suffer again in the six realms of reincarnation.

Hearing what he said, the loyal Zhang Jie couldn't hold back any longer, tears flowed down his face, and he pulled Zhang Cunren's arm to death, crying and persuading him not to commit suicide.

Zhang Cunren sank his face.

"Don't ramble any more, I'm up to it! This town is committing suicide now, and it can still walk decently, but if it falls into the hands of the southern thieves, it will inevitably be disorganized and end up in a different place. He didn't know what he remembered, his expression was a little dazed, and after a moment he continued: "Alas, half a life of running around, in the end I realized that it was all empty...... After I die, you incinerate my bones with fire, and send the ashes back to the ancestral tomb in Liaodong for burial. ”

"Why should the military gate be bent on death?"

Zhang Jie said with tears in his eyes: "The Ming army has shot books and surrendered several times in the past few days, and there is no insult to the military gate in his words. The last general thought that with the identity and prestige of the military gate, if he led his troops to surrender, the Ming army would definitely not embarrass the military gate, and maybe it would be reused......"

was forced to the point of exhaustion by the Chu army, and Zhang Jie had already put away his contempt for them. When Zhang Cunren surrendered, he unknowingly changed his name and changed from a southern thief to a Ming army.

"It's got to this point. I can't surrender. Zhang Cunren smiled wryly and shook his head.

If he surrendered to the Ming army in Shangrao, he still had a certain amount of bargaining chips in his hand, and the room for bargaining would be much greater, but now he has no ability to resist, and even if he surrenders, he may not be able to save his life. Moreover, his family is in Beijing, if he surrenders to the Ming army. Family members will be implicated.

"After I die, you can't die, no matter what happens. Be sure to save your life! ”

Zhang Cunren said to Zhang Jie Zhengse: "After I die, the army in the cottage will inevitably be in turmoil, and you can't hold it no matter what, you must surrender to the southern thieves." Find a way to live. Only later will my ashes be sent back to Liaodong. If the southern thief refuses to spare your life, you can use my command arrow to earn a share of the water, and with such a credit, the southern thief will no longer embarrass you. ”

Zhang Jie was stunned: "Since the military gate was martyred for the Qing Dynasty, why did you sacrifice the water pass?" Isn't this a late holiday that is not guaranteed? ”

Zhang Cunren glared at him, this stupid guy didn't understand such a simple truth. I had to teach him by hand: "This is something you did, and it has nothing to do with me." Got it? These words which I am saying to you now shall not be known to outsiders out of my mouth, lest they be spread to the court and embarrass my family. ”

Zhang Jie suddenly realized, moved to cry, of course it is a good thing to be able to live, but at this time, he would rather die instead of Zhang Cunren.

Zhang Cunren ignored him, turned around and came to the table, picked up a pen and brushed it, and wrote a letter.

"Hmph, it's just a small water divider, a place that has nothing to do with the overall situation, so what's the harm if the southern thieves take it? Although I can't understand the general trend of the world today, who can sit in the world between the Ming Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty cannot be decided by just one water divider. Over the years, I have made so many contributions to the saddle of the Qing Dynasty, and it is not too much to ask for a water separation pass as a funeral when I am dying. ”

He took out the seal, stamped the letter, and then handed it to Zhang Jie: "You have to hide this letter closely, and hand it over to my family after returning to Beijing...... If you can't keep this letter, you must destroy it and go back and take my last words home with you. No matter how the imperial court rewards you, my Zhang family must not covet glory and wealth, and must leave Beijing as much as possible and return to his hometown in Liaodong to live......"

In the middle of speaking, he stopped suddenly, the hand that handed the letter retracted again, with a hesitant expression on his face, and after thinking for a moment, he put the letter on the lamp and lit it, and held it in his hand to watch it burn to ashes little by little.

"Alas, forget it, I can't control them, let it be."

Zhang Cunren used to be sure that the Manchu Qing would definitely be able to dominate the world, but the situation has developed so far that he feels a little uncertain. If Nan Ming really came back to life, if the Manchu Qing would be driven out of the customs one day, his family might not be safe even if they hid in Liaodong.

At the end of his life, Zhang Cunren was enlightened, he felt that he had completely figured it out and let go completely, and the things that he thought were very important before were now unimportant, and he only hoped that he could return to the ancestral grave for burial, not in the wilderness.

His appearance seemed a little neurotic to others, Zhang Jie didn't know what to do, and he wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask.

According to Wang Kefan's order, to solve the battle of Chepanling as much as possible, Wang Jincai and Zhang Jiayu did not want to wait until the next morning, and launched a general attack in the evening.

The drums of war are like thunder, and the sound of killing is earth-shattering.

The Chu army lightly attacked the wall of the village and entered the cottage, except for a few stubborn guys, they hardly encountered decent resistance. But after breaking the village, he encountered a group of Qing troops charging to the death.

More than 400 Wuzhen Chao soldiers came out of the back village like a swarm, screaming, and rushed frantically towards the Ming army that had just entered the cottage, startling Zhang Jiazhen, who led the team - I had heard that Zhang Cunren was good at using soldiers, and sure enough, there was still a back hand, and it had reached this point, and it was really unexpected that the Qing army could launch such a fierce counterattack.

"Hold on! Resist! Beat them down for me! ”

Zhang Jiazhen, nicknamed Xiaofei General, was just in his early twenties, young and flamboyant, dressed in a very stylish style, with a golden crown and purple armor and a red cloak, which looked very conspicuous in the Ming army. More than 400 Wuzhen Chaoha soldiers all rushed towards him, dozens of birds crackled and shot randomly, Zhang Jiazhen hurriedly squatted down, but was still hit by a few lead bullets, shook twice and fell off the wall.

The main general was injured, life and death were unknown, and the Chu soldiers who attacked the village were in a big mess, and were broken through the defense line by the crazy Wuzhen Chaoha soldiers, and the gate of the village was quickly lost. Dozens of Chu soldiers were driven out, and they fought and retreated, and the Chu soldiers on the wall of the wall also lost their unified command, fighting separately in a chaotic manner, like a group of rabble, completely unorganized.

"It's broken, capsized in the gutter!"

Zhang Jiayu, who was watching the battle in the rear, sank in his heart, this attack must have failed, and he had to order Mingjin to withdraw his troops.

"Wait a little longer, the Tartar looks like a dying blow, and has no stamina." Wang Jincai stopped him.

"Huh? Well......"

Zhang Jiayu was stunned for a moment, if he didn't retreat now, it would definitely cause Yan Zòng's casualties, and even compensate the attacking troops of several hundred people. It is unrealistic to send reinforcements up, the terrain on the top of the mountain is narrow, too many troops cannot be deployed, the defeated troops in front do not withdraw, and the reinforcements in the back are in a hurry...... But Zhang Jiayu knows that Wang Jincai has fought for more than ten years, and his actual combat experience is much stronger than him.

Sure enough, Zhang Jiayu calmed down and looked at it for a while, and was surprised to find that although the soldiers of the Chu army were very chaotic, those Wuzhen Chaoha soldiers were even more chaotic than them, and they were simply rushing and killing indiscriminately, and they also had no organization and command, and even no clear tactical goals.

It stands to reason that now that the Qing army has the upper hand, they should take the opportunity to recapture the wall, and then try to inflict maximum damage on the Chu army, but they just desperately pursued and killed dozens of Chu soldiers in front of them, neither recaptured the commanding heights on the walls on both sides, nor reorganized the team to reload and give full play to the power of their firearms.

After the initial panic, the soldiers of the Chu army quickly calmed down, and the usual serious training and strict discipline played a role. Several low-ranking officers commanded the soldiers, restored order in battle, and fired a flurry of guns from the walls on both sides, causing the Qing army to fall to the ground.

In front of the Qing army, the dozens of Chu soldiers formed a small battle formation, and resisted the attack of the Qing army with the fire support of the commanding heights of the wall.

"What's going on? Tartars are crazy? Zhang Jiayu was dumbfounded, unable to comprehend the scene in front of him.

From the walled gate to the front of the Chu army's battle array, in a short distance of more than 30 steps, the corpses of the Qing soldiers were stacked in a thick layer, and the ground was completely invisible, but more Qing soldiers still rushed out of the walled gate, and were knocked down by the platoon guns on the walled wall in front of the Chu army's battle array.

"Broken cans, broken and broken, Tartars are desperate to the death, and they don't want to win this battle at all." Wang Jincai looked like he was used to seeing it.

This situation is actually very common, if one side is in a desperate situation during the war, knowing that it is doomed, it can only suppress the fear in his heart with a tyrannical desperate charge, and after rushing up and being killed by the enemy, he will be a hundred, there is no tactical organization at all, and he does not care about the outcome of the battle.

This is not a fight, this is suicide and massacre.

When the last Wuzhen Chaoha soldier fell in front of the Chu army's battle array, the battlefield suddenly became very quiet. On the wall, in front of the gate, the soldiers of the Chu army were motionless, still immersed in the excitement of the battle, staring closely at the gate where the smoke of gunpowder dispersed, waiting for those Wuzhen Chaoha soldiers who were not afraid of death to rush out again, and they couldn't believe that the battle was over.

"Alright, the Tartars are finished, and this battle has been won. Now let's go into the village and see if it matters if you have the third child (Zhang Jiazhen). (To be continued......)