Zhang Jiazhen was not lightly injured and was quickly carried down and treated by a military medical officer.

He was hit by a total of four lead bullets in his body, the most severe was a shot under the neck, and the left collarbone was broken, but the bone just blocked the lead bullet and did not cause more severe damage. Zhang Jiayu was afraid for a while after hearing that if this shot was a little higher than half an inch, it would break the carotid artery, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

In addition to the serious injury to the collarbone, several other gunshot wounds are not critical, Zhang Jiazhen is wearing cotton armor, basically no major problems, but he fell from the wall and fell hard, the injury was worse, and it was difficult to recover in two or three months.

"Count your kid lucky this time, be more restrained in the future, don't dress like a singing opera when you go into battle!"

Zhang Jiayu was distressed and angry, and scolded him severely, if it weren't for Zhang Jiazhen's rapid injury, the attacking troops would not be so passive, and the casualties would be much less.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. ”

Zhang Jiazhen couldn't lift his neck, and he couldn't speak well, so he could only roll his eyes and be honestly trained, and when Zhang Jiayu finished training, he said something in a hoarse voice, Zhang Jiayu leaned into his ear, and only then did he hear what he said was that he must catch Zhang Cunren and avenge him.

"Don't worry about it, the doctor said, you can't die!"

Zhang Jiayu scolded a few more words, instructed the medical officer to treat him wholeheartedly, and then hurried to the back village. He was also anxious to know whether Zhang Cunren had been caught or not.

From time to time along the road, groups of Qing prisoners were encountered, and except for the more than 400 Wuzhen Chaoha soldiers who launched a suicidal charge, the other Qing soldiers did not resist. When the Chu army attacked the stockade, they all surrendered. These Qing prisoners were either wounded or too hungry to walk. For the time being, there is no way to take it out of the cottage, so they will all be gathered in the open space to take care of it.

They were all ordinary captives, Zhang Jiayu didn't care about them, and found a few Chu soldiers to inquire about Zhang Cunren's whereabouts, but heard that he was dead.

"Really? Zhang Cunren is an old treacherous and cunning, didn't he sneak away with a false shot, right? Zhang Jiayu didn't believe it.

"I heard that he was really dead, and Wang Shuai personally interrogated more than a dozen Tartar soldiers. They all saw Zhang Cunren's body with their own eyes, and the guy hanged himself. The soldier replied in a rambling voice.

In the back village, Wang Jincai's face was pale. Holding a steel knife dripping blood in his hand, he watched the soldiers of the Chu army clean up the stacks of firewood that were still smoking.

When the Ming army rushed in, the firewood stack had been burning for a while, and the fire was very strong. I heard that Zhang Cunren's body is being cremated. Wang Jincai immediately ordered the fire to be extinguished. More than a dozen buckets of water were poured on it, and the still burning pyre was dispersed, and the embers were finally extinguished, but Zhang Cunren's body had turned into a piece of charcoal, much shorter than the height of a normal person, and the shape was distorted and difficult to distinguish the human form, and the identity could not be determined.

"What is this, is it Zhang Cunren's corpse?"

Wang Jincai kicked the coke that was more than four feet long with his boot. Although there was no force, what appeared to be an arm shattered to the ground with a pop. A layer of carbonized powder fell on his boots.

"Holy, this is really not a good thing, it's disgusting to turn into ashes." Wang Jin was so angry that he stepped down and crushed the stump arm into pieces.

"Don't! No!!! ”

Zhang Jie let out a loud cry and struggled desperately to rush over, but was held down by the two Chu soldiers guarding him, so he had to shout at Wang Jincai: "You promised me just now that you won't destroy the body of my family's military gate!" ”

"I lied to you."

Wang Jincai replied coldly, then squatted down, carefully looked at the corpse that was burned like an alien, and stretched out his hand again, and pulled out a dirty hard object from it, and after wiping it off, he saw that it was a fine jade pendant, although it had been burned out of a few cracks, but it was still a whole.

"Military Gate!"

Zhang Jie wailed, cried loudly, and bent his knees to kneel, but he was supported by the two strong Chu soldiers, paralyzed like a noodle pocket, and it was full of snot and tears.

Seeing this jade pendant, the surrounding Qing army prisoners also knelt down, they were all Zhang Cunren's personal soldiers who had been raised for many years, and they were grief-stricken when they saw Zhang Cunren's relics.

"Damn, I can't do this." Wang Jincai took out a short knife with a very exploratory spirit, and tried to cut off Zhang Cunren's head, but with a little force, the blade crackled into a pile of powder fragments wherever it went, even if he barely cut off Zhang Cunren's head, he couldn't tell that it was a human head at all.

"General! General Kaig! Since it has been determined that this is the remains of my family's military gate, please let me continue to cremate and collect his old man's ashes. Zhang Jie choked up with tears in his eyes and said: "As long as the general is gracious, I will wait to go and earn a share of the water......"

The stockade broke too fast, Zhang Cunren's body was not cremated, and the Chu soldiers rushed in, Zhang Jie in order to get Zhang Cunren's ashes, volunteered to Wang Jincai during the interrogation, and was willing to act as a spy to deceive the water divider.

Wang Jincai was noncommittal at the time, and now he destroyed Zhang Cunren's body at will, Zhang Jie had no other way but to propose to defraud the water division again.

Wang Jincai ignored him, stood up and kicked the corpse again: "Your dog's death, it's worthless if you die, it's in vain Lao Tzu to make so much effort......"

Zhang Cunren is a big man in the end, if he is captured alive, Wang Jincai and Zhang Jiayu will not kill him immediately, but send him to Raozhou Mansion to be handed over to Wang Kefan for disposal. Taking a step back, it doesn't matter if Zhang Cunren dies, cutting off his head and sending it back, it is also a great achievement to kill such a general, but he chose to commit suicide, and the body was burned like this, and he couldn't even cut the head, Wang Jincai had lost interest in him.

Zhang Jie was still crying and begging, Wang Jincai turned around and walked closer, looked coldly into his eyes, and suddenly raised his leg and kicked him to the ground.

"! Lao Tzu wants to divide the water level, raise his hand and smooth it out, and you can still use your miscellaneous. Wang Jincai smiled cruelly, and suddenly increased the force of three points under his feet, and trampled Zhang Jie to the ground: "Do you understand the bones and ashes?" Zhang Cunren, the dog, thought that he would be able to escape in this way, phew! Lao Tzu wants to crush his bones and scatter ashes, and there is no place to bury him! ”

"Kill me, or I'll get revenge!" Zhang Jie was dumbfounded, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Good! I'll wait for you, don't fucking say it. As long as you can survive three years in the cold puddle, I will let them let you go and come to Lao Tzu for revenge. "Wang Jincai was born in the Dashun Army, and in his early years, he was also a character who killed people without blinking, and he didn't take Zhang Jie's threat in his eyes at all.

Early the next morning, the Chu army withdrew from Chepanling, and when they left, they burned down the cottage and escorted hundreds of Qing prisoners to Raozhou Mansion. When they arrived at the White Duck's Mouth Ferry, the captives were all loaded onto ships and transported to the Lengshuikeng silver mines to work as coolies.

One night a few days later, with a thunderclap, a torrential rain fell from the sky, washing over the mountains and rivers around Chepanling. In the ruins of the cottage above the top of the mountain, Zhang Cunren's body was swept into the mud, washed down the valley, and shattered. (To be continued......)