Yonghui has nothing to pack now, and he is unwilling to clean up those miscellaneous 'daily necessities'. The rare jewelry brought out from Beijing back then was either exchanged for money/used as money over the years, or quietly sent to his son in London.

Now, with the intention of death hidden in his heart, he only asked him to prepare a few changes of clothes left and right, and he did not bring any gold-painted toilets and gold-painted spittoons. Of course, there is also a complete set of dragon robes and crowns of the Manchu emperors.

This is to be worn until the time of death.

Yonghui is thinking about this now-Lao Tzu will not fall into the shelf even if he dies.

Or rather, he only has so little dignity left.

Yonghui didn't sleep all night this night, and her eyes were red and red. This king of the dead country of Daqingguo, to be honest, still maintains a ruthless fighting spirit.

This may be human, but it is absolutely not wrong to say that the Russians do not know how to femdom people. This Russian is still 'uninformed', and if Yonghui had fallen into the hands of John Bull, the opium bubbles would have been supplied long ago.

No matter how heroic a man is, the fighting spirit of the opium bubbles will melt clean like ice and snow in the sun.

Obviously, the Russians are that kind of knowledge, and until now, Yonghui is still 'iron-clad'.

Alessandro wasn't fooling Yonghui, he really knew a little bit of 'astronomical meteorology', and late the next night, it was really foggy in Yakutsk, and there was no human figure to be seen outside his head.

The torches couldn't shine far, and I couldn't wait to see the light from thirty meters away.

Walking out of the warm bunker, Yonghui immediately felt cold. The sky in Yakutsk seemed to have changed, and the cold air seemed to drill into his clothes. Yonghui squinted his eyes and looked ahead, this fog was really big. The Praetorian Guards assembled in front of him were just a few people, and the torches were shining, and he couldn't see the end at a glance. It's just that there is no wind today!

Alessandro seemed to have given some order, and several Russian soldiers in overcoats all stood up, packed their backpacks and saluted.

"Your Majesty! It's almost time to go! "It takes half an hour for the patrol to pass through here. Half an hour is a constant time, but if you want to waste it, you can't afford to waste it.

Yonghui nodded heavily and reached out to wrap his cloak.

"Old slave, long live the old man. Long live Lord, long live long live ......"

A eunuch with gray hair and a few guards who looked like they were staying in the bunker fell to his knees behind Yonghui. There were still a few women and palace maids around Yonghui, and now they were all left in the bunker. At critical moments, they can't be allowed to make trouble.

Now Yonghui didn't even let them out of the bunker.

Women are timid creatures, and Yonghui's breakthrough doesn't take them with them, it's hard to say which string is wrong with them, and if they shout, things will be in trouble.

Yonghui was about to take a step to stop, and the people who stayed behind were not necessarily loyal, but this old slave must be sincere.

"Take care, you guys, too......"

If it's too sensational, Yonghui can't say it. He is the emperor, these people were born to be the slaves of their love for the Xinjue Luo family, even at the moment, they are also slaves in Yonghui's heart, at most they are old slaves and loyal servants.

Alessandro took the deerskin gloves out of his pocket and put them on, his eyes looking at Yonghui.

"Good! Let's go now! Get out of here and go to the river! ”

There was no sound around him, and Erle Dengbao didn't sleep at all that night, carrying a waist knife and standing straight in front of the Praetorian Guard.

Everyone moved, and there was no loud footsteps, for the soles of everyone's shoes were wrapped in cotton.

The explosion rang out half an hour after they left, and Yonghui and his Praetorian Guards, led by Alessandro, passed through the defensive lines, through the ruins of Yakutsk, and easily reached his police position in the northwest. Without resting, Alessandro ordered his Tatars to launch a sneak attack on the Wehrmacht on the opposite side, and soon the sound of explosions rang out in the position, followed by gunfire.

"Don't look back, don't look back. We kept rushing forward, and when we reached the river, we were victorious. ”

The width of the Lena River is four miles wide at its widest point, but the rivers around Yakutsk are noticeably less wide. According to Alessandro, the width of the river here is not more than a mile, and the river is gentle, so that anyone with good water can swim directly to the opposite bank. People who are not good at water, and the banks of the river are full of trees, can also help them.

Eredeng Bao led his troops to the front line, this famous Manchu general in history could not get the title of third-class duke in his life, and he could not enjoy the glory of painting the Ziguang Pavilion. He was the image of a loyal minister of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, like an ordinary officer of the Eight Banners, who died on the banks of the Lena River.

The brilliance that bloomed in the primordial plane did not have time to shine at all in this era.

"Your Majesty, let's go, we've been tricked."

Before he died, Erle Dengbao was also muttering, but unfortunately the voice was too small and too small to be heard by Yonghui at all.

Of course, Yonghui knew that he had been tricked.

There seemed to be countless Han troops rushing out of the dense fog around him, and the Praetorian Guards under his command were powerless to resist, and they were beaten in an uproar. And when Yonghui went to look for Alessandro again with red eyes, he found that not only Alessandro was gone, but even the Russians he led were also gone.

No matter how stupid Yonghui is, at this time he also knows that he has fallen into a trap and is already in a catastrophe.

"Capture the Tartar Emperor alive, capture the Tartar Thief Chief alive."

His ears were filled with the shouts of the Wehrmacht soldiers, like a small flat boat in the stormy sea, which could be swept to the bottom of the sea at any moment.

Yonghui wanted to find the dragon robe he brought out, even if he died, he would die with dignity, but he found that the two attendants he was carrying had escaped, except for a few guards.

Yonghui is not afraid of death, but he hates his stupidity, and he is calculated by a small Russian military officer.

"......"

Pulling the sword out of its sheath, Yonghui didn't look at the kneeling guards around him. He only looked up at the shadows of the Wehrmacht around him, and countless pictures seemed to flash in his heart at this moment, including the happiness of childhood, the unsatisfactory of adulthood, and the cheer of people when they entered middle age, "I have the intention to kill thieves, but I have no power to return to heaven." It's hateful that I don't have the courage of the Holy Grandfather......"

If he could have the courage of the 'Rabbit Shooting Maniac' Kang Mazi, Yonghui would really have the courage to fight with a sword, but he didn't, he was afraid that he would be captured alive. If he was captured alive by Chen Hansheng, and then beheaded in Nanjing, Yonghui would not be willing to die.

"Emperor Taizu Gao is above, my ancestors of the Qing Dynasty are above, and my descendants love Xinjueluo Yonghui...... have come to see you."

Pressing the blade of the sword to his neck fiercely, under the fierce stimulation of the erection in his heart, Yonghui's right hand holding the sword pulled fiercely.

Blood splattered ......

"Your Majesty, ......"

"The Emperor's ......"

A few guards lying on the ground wept bitterly, "The slave sends the Qing Emperor on his way!" ”

"The servant sends the Qing Emperor on his way!"

According to Yonghui's previous orders, one of the guards took out a piece of bright yellow silk from his bosom and put it on Yonghui's face.

This is Yonghui's order before committing suicide, he is just like the husband back then, he feels shameless to see the ancestors and ancestors under the nine springs.

When he died, he covered his face with a piece of cloth, and he was really a cultural person.

If you are an ordinary reckless man, when you are going to die, you still want to get so many ways.

But he was indeed stronger than Chongzhen when he left, and he was accompanied by a few loyal guards. Unlike that Chongzhen, only an old eunuch was left to follow.

Several of the guards wept bitterly, immersed in grief and grief, and did not even know when they had been surrounded by the Wehrmacht.

The Wehrmacht who surrounded them did not want to shoot, but quietly touched them.

"Grandson, I call you dishonest." Several guards who were pressed to the ground by the Wehrmacht who were suddenly attacked struggled hard, and these people were worthy of Yonghui's personal guards, and their bodies were not ordinarily strong. Neither Wehrmacht could suppress it. Wehrmacht soldiers swarmed around, and the butts of their jujube guns smashed into the heads of the guards.

Then a group of people gathered around Yonghui's corpse as if they had seen a rare treasure, watching as the blood stains on his neck stained the bright yellow silk red.

Yonghui's dress is much more ordinary than when she was in Beijing, but no matter how ordinary it is, it is also silk and satin, and it is also embroidered with dragon patterns. And the sword he held in his hand had a coiled dragon embroidered on the scabbard, and his face was covered with bright yellow silk.

Many people have speculated about this corpse.

Finally, there are these guards, all of whom are powerful and loyal. When they touched it, a group of people wept bitterly, and surrounded the corpse, without even the most basic vigilance.

Deng Yun hurriedly hit the command and came to the Lena River, "This is Yonghui?" ”

"Find a few captives and identify them carefully."

This prisoner of war did not find Yonghui among the enemies, and Deng Yun was already impatient before receiving the news. He was really afraid that Yonghui, this guy would be lucky enough to get out of the encirclement while the fog was blowing. Although this possibility is very small, no one dares to say that there is none?

But now, half of his heart can finally fall back into his stomach.

"Your Excellency General, Your Excellency General, this person is the Emperor of the Tatars, and he is Yonghui."

Before the results of the 'identification' came out, Alessandro was so anxious that he jumped to his feet. 100,000 yuan, Yonghui's head can top 100,000 yuan.

If this is gone, he will have no place to cry.

"Whether he is Yonghui or not is not up to you." Deng Yun looked at Alessandro, who was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, unexpectedly, there was no contempt and contempt in his heart.

Yes, Alessandro is 'treason'. At this time, he deceived Yonghui into beating the city of Yakutsk, and he was demolishing the platform in Yakutsk. Yonghui is finished, what fighting spirit do they still have? Hailancha is soft, is the Russian army still far away?

Such traitors have been despised since ancient times. Even the beneficiaries will look down on them, Zhang Bangchang and Liu Yu at the beginning, although they are called lonely on the one hand, but on the other hand, they are still regarded as slaves by the generals and ministers of the Jin soldiers?

However, Alessandro is different, he is a person who can speak fluent Chinese, otherwise he would not have become a liaison officer. And this person has a slippery breath on his body, like a slippery fish ball. It's not a mountain delicacy, but it's quite delicious.

It's also a talent, and it's hard to hate.

Deng Yun because he eliminated the only remaining Praetorian Guards of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and he could also get Yonghui's head, which was 100,000 Chinese yuan for Alessandro's stomach, and Deng Dalushuai didn't care at all.

When he talked to Alessandro, he even had two smiles.

Of course, Alessandro didn't dare to refute Deng Yun's words, he thought he was a general, and he was a lieutenant general. Well, that's how Westerners understand China's military ranks.

Non-commissioned officers are their captain-level officers, and colonel-level officers are the same as their majors, lieutenant colonels, and colonels. And generals, the Chinese do not have such a military rank as brigadier general, the general is the major general of the West, the general is their lieutenant general, and the great general is the general. And then there is the rank of marshal.

Deng Yun led a mixed brigade of 13,000 people, and this 'general' was not their lieutenant general.

Alessandro could only jump there in a hurry.

……

With a snap, Huang Jie threw the report sent by Chen Kaishan on the table and let out a long sigh. Chen Kaishan and Deng Yun finally did a beautiful thing, cutting off Yonghui's head in one fell swoop, and now they are sending it to Boli in a hurry.

Huang Jie breathed a sigh of relief. The war has been going on for more than a year, and he can finally give an explanation to the emperor and the government and the opposition.

When the head of Yonghui was sent to Boli, he would immediately call the Beiyang sailors and send a speedboat to Nanjing. This Manchu Qing is really finished.

Their tribes in the northwest were broken up at the very beginning of the war. Whether Yongying is dead or not, Huang Jie doesn't know, and he doesn't need to know now. For millions of Chinese, the emperor of the Manchu Qing was Yonghui. Only when Yonghui died, did the Manchu Qing really perish, and was really swept into the garbage heap of history.

"Okay, when Yakutsk is defeated, the army will be able to rest well this winter. After a winter's rest, we will completely sweep East Siberia in April and May next year.

Yakutsk's prisoners of war were punished as coolies and built roads and cities in this hellish place. "At that time, they will be able to run East Siberia well, and they will be able to run the whole of Siberia well.

Huang Jie didn't know how many years this Sino-Russian war would take, and how long it would take for the northwest to have a definite result, but the task of their Northeast Military Region was completed. In cooperation with the Northern Frontier Army in the North Sea, it is now the whole of eastern Siberia.

Huang Jie laughed out loud, maybe Yonghui's head had not been sent to Boli, and Yakutsk was taken down first. That place was originally a turtle in an urn, but he was still very excited to be able to take it down before this winter.

How harsh the climate in Siberia is, Huang Jie, who has last year's experience, will be very deep, and the days when he can see the sun all year round are only a few months.

For the sake of the troops, when the snow is falling, the offensive battle must be stopped.

"Although Eastern Siberia is desolate, the land is vast, and there are a lot of forests and mineral resources, and a single Nebuchu silver mine is the largest silver mine in Tsarist Russia, even if it is placed in the territory of our heaven and dynasty, it is difficult to find such a large silver mine......"

"Kamchatka also has a lot of gold reserves. The Russians alone have discovered more than 100 gold deposits and mineralization sites. ”

Huang Jie couldn't help laughing as he spoke, he remembered what the emperor had said, Siberia's mineral and forest resources, including abundant iron ore, coal, various non-ferrous metals, some undiscovered resources and water resources, were all left to future generations two hundred years later.

The emperor said that these things are not worth much now, but in two hundred years, they will become even more valuable. Two hundred and fifty years later, Siberia would even become the most important basis for the empire to maintain its hegemony and status.

Although many people don't understand these words, Chen Ming is really proud. In the 21st century, future generations will know what China gained from this war. How far-reaching is the significance of this Sino-Russian war!

With just one merit, he Chen Ming can forever be remembered on the monument of Chinese history.