Dolgon felt a pot of boiling water boiling in his eyes.

Quicklime boils when it hits water, and when it hits the eyes, a pair of eyes immediately go waste.

Dolgon's eyes ached, and he swung his long knife wildly, frantically and flawedly, screaming and screaming from his mouth.

Beside Li Dazi, several bandits took out lime bags from their arms, these people are not skilled in martial arts, and they can't fight much, in order to prevent many business travel guards from biting back, they are all prepared to have a lime bag to prevent accidents.

More than a dozen gray bags flew out, or hit the Qing soldiers, or were broken by the weapon block, for a time the lime flew all over the sky, like haze, a radius of a few zhang was a white expanse, in it, even the figure could not be seen clearly.

The bandits all jumped out of the circle, while cursing with foul language, while pointing and throwing stones inside, Li Dazi glanced around, secretly frightened, and even shouted that the lime was sprinkled in time, only to see that the ground was full of bandit corpses, and there were also their own people howling in the white fog, in such a short period of time, the Tartars killed more than 20 bandits, but not even a single Qing soldier fell, if it continued like this, the title of fat sheep was afraid that it would fall on his head in turn.

There are Qing soldiers who look like mad dogs, waving weapons with their eyes closed and killing out of the white mist, listening to the sound and identifying the position of the indiscriminate slashing and killing, the bandits did not expect the Tartar soldiers to be so strong, blind can also cut people, in a hurry was stacked down a few, wait to relax, immediately shouted and scolded the swords and guns together, poked countless holes in the Qing soldiers.

Dolgon was like falling into an ice cellar, his whole body was cold, his eyes were dark, he couldn't see anything, and the screams in his ears came and went, all of which were the sound of his own people being killed, and he sighed in his heart, stopped the dancing long knife, and stood still.

Rosh and the others walked quickly in the lime powder, their eyes could not see and could not distinguish the direction, and even their own people collided together, Li Dazi led people to form a circle, sneakily stabbed in the east and slashed in the west, and killed one of the Qing soldiers when they came out, as if they were playing a game, and the more than 20 most elite Qing Baibaila soldiers were consumed alive on the spot.

When the dust fell to the ground and saw the light again, in the circle, only Dolgon stood straight in place, his body was straight, the horizontal knife was in his hand, his face was cold and immovable, covered in blood, and his eyes were closed tightly like an angry King Kong had an awe-inspiring aura.

The bandits scolded and scolded, picked up the wounded companion from the ground, counted the dead, and led the people around Dolgon, and scolded: "Birdman quickly kneel and beg for mercy, Lao Tzu will give you a good time!" ”

Probably feeling that this person was different, Li Dazi did not rush forward immediately, but surrounded him, cautiously holding a knife and gun.

Listening to the unbearable scolding of the Chinese language, but there was no sound of anyone around him, Dolgon knew that now he was left alone, surrounded by small troubles, lonely palms, and really desolate in the twilight of heroes.

Unexpectedly, Rong Ma was a lifelong minister, controlling tens of millions of military horses, and being powerful but humiliated by a group of lowly bandits in this place where birds don't shit.

Suddenly, he opened his eyelids suddenly, a pair of eyes were blurred with flesh and blood, two bloody arrows rushed out, and he shouted angrily: "This king is a ...... of the Qing Dynasty."

A rough spear stabbed through the back of his heart, piercing through his chest, and the iron spearhead appeared abruptly with blood, sting the words he hadn't yet uttered in his throat.

An obscene bandit held the back end of the spear and scolded: "Grass you mother, rambling, go to death!" ”

Dolgon grasped the spearhead in his chest with one hand, looked down at it in disbelief, and then fell to his knees as one of the bandits screamed and shouted, raising his bloodstained knife and cutting off his head.

The head rolled around on the ground a few times, and then rolled to the side, and the parts that could barely be seen as eyes turned into two bloody holes, staring at the sky.

The last words he yelled at no one heard clearly, and of course Li Dazi didn't hear it, what he cared about was to quickly pack up and run away, in case more Tartars came after him, and he didn't have a lime bag.

When I was searching, I found a gold seal from the headless corpse, the size of a fist, delicate and precious, and at first glance it was a priceless good thing, and what was written on it in Manchu and Chinese characters, Li Dazi looked at it several times, because there were no literate people, and they couldn't figure out what was written.

There is also a round token, which is full of Manchu text, and I don't understand what it is, this thing is wooden, and it doesn't look worthy, so Li Dazi threw it away.

Quietly put the golden seal into his arms, and took away everything that could be taken away from the dead man, even those clothes and armor, and after the collection was completed, Li Dazi took people and ran away.

There were corpses all over the ground, blood stains everywhere, and naturally no one cared about the tragic situation after the fight. There is no one here, and no one passes, and perhaps in some days, the wild beasts will eat and rot, and this slaughter will be wiped out in the dust, and no one will know that the regent of the Qing Dynasty, the mighty Dolgon, died here.

When Souler appeared here, it was in the evening a day later.

He was alone, with countless wounds on his body, left by many people, and he also killed many people.

The evening breeze stirred the clouds, hiding the sunset in a colorful glow, and the heavens and the earth were shrouded in a blood-red color, just as Sule was in the mood at this time.

He knelt beside Dorgon's corpse, looking up to the sky and screaming, tears welling up in his eyes. The sound of the wind in the mountains and mountains, like choking and swallowing, like the accompaniment of the echo, sets off the figure of Su Le even more sadly.

Wrap his head in Dorgon's garments. Picking up dry branches and firewood, setting up a fire, burning the body, and the long way back, Sule did not have the ability to break through the investigation of the Ming army with a corpse, and he could not let the corpse be eaten by wild beasts in the field, even if it was buried in the ground, it could be dug out and eaten by hungry wild dogs, so it could only be cremated.

When the last ray of sunlight disappeared on the horizon, Su Le, who had stood silently in front of the flames of the fire for a long time, tightened the package wrapped around his head, solemnly knelt down and kowtowed a few times, swore a poisonous oath of revenge, and quietly disappeared into the darkening night, running towards the way he came.

The tide is changing, the tide is ebb and flowing, and Su Le understands that what the Qing Dynasty is about to face, in addition to the turbulent anti-Qing storm and the aggressive offensive of the Ming State, will also usher in a fierce internal power struggle.

His heart is becoming more and more complicated, and the road of the Qing Dynasty in the future will become more and more confusing, and the tense scene on the Taiji Hall after the death of Huang Taiji may be staged again, I don't know how many heads will fall to the ground in the internal friction.

I hope it won't affect too much, after all, the war with the Ming Kingdom is at a critical moment. Souler took a deep breath, his mood was like the dark road in front of him, and there was no trace of dawn to be found.

(End of chapter)