The previous time I said that Bel Azig sat on the white tiger chair by mistake, but it caused a roar, and I saw that the broken wood and rubble between the entire governor's yamen were covered with rubble, and there were broken ruins everywhere. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Twelfth master, twelfth master!"

Akzhan finally leaned out of the rubble, but found that the place where Azig had been sitting had long been hidden by broken sawdust and rubble, and it was difficult to find where the Azig people were.

"My lord! Something's wrong! ”

A moment later, the Azig pro-army, who heard the movement of the mansion, arrived one after another.

"Quick! Hurry up and find Lord Belle! ”

Ignoring the pain all over his body, Ark roared.

"Huh!"

I heard that my master's life and death were unknown, and these pro-soldiers were busy.

"Whoa!"

Suddenly, there was a sound, but a dark face was lifted up from the ruins, and it was the right Mailer who was really full of faces.

"Fuck! If you want Lao Tzu to know who did it, you have to pull out a layer of skin on him! ”

Wanyan Honglie patted the dust on his body and scolded.

"Wanyan Honglie, you did a good thing!"

As soon as he saw Yan Honglie crawling out of the ruins unscathed, Akzhan came out of anger without a beating, but he grabbed Yan Honglie's clothes and roared.

"Akzhan, what are you doing here!"

As soon as he crawled out of the pile of death, he was tossed like this, but he was nameless, not to mention that he and Akzhan have not been so harmonious over the years.

"Lord Akzhan, Lord Belle is here!"

Just when the contradiction between the two was about to erupt, a pro-military junior colonel was busy.

"Hmph, Wanyan Honglie, it's okay if Lord Belle is fine, if there is something, hum-"

There were two cold snorts in a row, but it woke Wanyan Honglie from the rest of his previous life, because he found that he had ignored an important person, Bel Azig, and Azig was in the center when the explosion occurred, but the crux of the problem was that it was he who led Azig to the white tiger seat.

"It's over, it's over."

Wanyan Honglie scolded the guy who placed the official pavilion cannon countless times in his heart, but the matter has already been cast, and no matter how much he regrets it, it will be useless.

"What should I do? If something really happened to Lord Belle, it would not be able to wash it away by jumping into the Yellow River, the key is that those pro-army and tribes of Lord Belle have not swallowed themselves alive-"

Countless thoughts appeared in his heart, but his face was already pale.

However, in an instant, Yan Honglie seemed to have thought of something, and his face suddenly tightened, as if he had already made some important decision.

"There is no place to stay here, there is a place to keep a master."

While everyone was shifting their eyes to Azig, who was already unconscious, Wanyan Honglie turned around and left the mansion and headed in the direction of his own clan.

"Lord Belle, Lord Belle! Fast! Fetch water! ”

Seeing Azig in a blur of flesh and blood, Akzhan was very anxious in his heart.

"Ahh

I don't know how long it took for Azig to wake up from his coma, but he was extremely weak.

"Twelfth Master, don't say that, the slave is uncomfortable, by the way, Twelfth Master, you will be fine, come on, call the doctor!"

Hearing Azig's words, Akzhan was sad from his heart, and was busy shouting at the soldiers to summon the military doctors.

Seeing Akzhan say this, Azig stretched out his fleshy hand and grabbed Akzhan and said intermittently.

"Ah-Akzhan, no-no-need, this--this is the White Banner-Banner Seal, you--hand it over for me-give it to Dorgon, and call him to--good--good life to take care of Duo-Duo."

After that, Azig trembled and took out a cyan seal from his bosom and handed it to Akzhan.

"Twelfth Master! I will live up to the trust of the twelve masters! ”

Speaking of this, Akzhan could no longer restrain his emotions, and his voice kept trembling.

"Akzhan, don't be sad, oh, Akzhan, you- did you see, the white mountains and black waters that gave birth to me and raised me, and- and Eniang, Father Khan, they, they, I, I hate - hey, God is unfair—"

"Twelfth Master!"

For a while, there were screams in the ruins.

But it was said that it was in the old camp in Jizhou.

"What? Azig is dead! Haha, there is such a thing, Zhao Xilong, Zhao Xilong, how do you want Ben Shuai to say hello, it is to Ben Shuai, oh, no, it is to give such a big gift to the emperor! ”

When he heard the news that Zhao Shujiao's messenger had killed Azig in Zunhua City and reached the old camp in Jizhou, Yuan Chonghuan was overjoyed.

"Someone! Pass the order, and have a big banquet in the camp today to catch the wind for Zhao Xilong! ”

However, it is said that the old camp of the Ming army in Jizhou is in a time of celebration, but there is a sadness in Zunhua City.

"Fucha Ha out, quickly block all the news about the death of Lord Belle, and wait for me to invite the Fourteenth Master to come and preside over the big event, remember, don't leak the news."

Akzhan gradually calmed down from his grief and indignation, but he ordered Jiala'e Zhenfuchaha to make his debut.

"Lord Meler Ezhen can rest assured that Fucha will do his best, and I hope that the Fourteenth Master will come to take charge soon, by the way, Lord Akzhan, Lord Wanyan Honglie suddenly led the tribe to transfer the station for some reason today."

Fucha Ha came out, but he expressed the doubts in his heart.

"Oh, don't keep quiet about it, and I'll wait until I come from the Three Belles."

Hearing this, Akzhan's face changed, although he had concerns about Wanyan Honglie, but in his opinion, no matter how much Wanyan Honglie tossed, he couldn't turn over anything, and now the most important thing is to invite Dolgon from Manggultai's army first.

Han'erzhuang, Mang Gurtai camp.

"Brother Twelve—"

Hearing of Azig's death, Dolgon's pain suddenly felt like a split liver and intestines.

He never thought that the separation not long ago would become a farewell between him and his twelfth brother! Hate, he hates, hates all those who have driven their brothers to a corner!

"Fourteenth brother, Azig died in Zunhua, and my brother is also sad and angry, but this is not the time to be sad, since Azig has returned to his hometown, Zunhua City is leaderless at the moment, if the Ming army attacks, it is difficult to continue, you should go quickly!"

Manguthai patted Dorgon, but sighed.

Hearing this, Dolgon also wiped away his tears, he understood the great trust that Azig placed on him, and he could not do nothing.

"Thank you, Fifth Brother! Brother, retire! ”

After that, Dolgon turned over and got on his horse but went straight to Zunhua City.

"Hey, unjustly—"

Seeing Dorgon leaving, Mang Gurtai sighed heavily.

Santun Fort, the Great Tent of the Imperial Taiji Chinese Army.

"What?! Azig is in the city of Zunhua—"

The news had already reached Huang Taiji's ears, but when he heard that Azig had died, Huang Taiji was still a little difficult to accept.

"Twelfth brother, why bother? Why did you go so early? ”

Huang Taiji sighed heavily.

At the same time, Huang Taiji seemed to think of something, and asked a little anxiously.

"Where is the seal of the white flag?"

"If you go back to your master, you don't know about this matter, but Meler Ezhen Akzhan is going in the direction of Han'erzhuang."

"Han'erzhuang?"

Hearing this, Huang Taiji muttered a little in his mouth.

Suddenly, I saw that his eyes lit up, and it seemed that he had thought of something in an instant.

"Quick! Pen and ink waiting, Ben Khan wants to write an edict, and call Mr. Fan to the big tent to see me. ”

"Huh."

"Great Khan."

Not long after, Fan Wencheng entered the big tent of the Chinese army, and his face seemed to be a little smiling, thinking that he must have received the news at this time.

"Master Fan, there is one thing that must be done here."

"Haha, Great Khan, how can you allow the slave to guess, is it a matter of announcing the decree for the Fourteenth Master?"

Fan Wencheng smiled.

"Haha, you!"

Hearing Fan Wencheng's words, Huang Taiji was obviously stunned, but suddenly the two monarchs and ministers looked at each other and smiled.

"Sir, this matter is urgent, Mr. Fulao will leave immediately!"

The next day, Santun Fort.

The Great Tent of the Later Golden Emperor Taiji Chinese Army.

Fan Wencheng had already come from the Zhengbai Banner Zunhua station, and Huang Taiji hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

"Master Fan, how about this trip?"

"Great Khan, the slave came from Zunhua, Dolgon seemed to be very excited, seeing that the slave said that he would immediately attack Jizhou City and avenge Azig, the minister also heard that if it weren't for the many Ezhen under the Zhengbai Banner, Dolgon would have run to Jizhou and Yuan Chonghuan desperately at this time - but this is a slave but felt a little strange."

Fan Wencheng said with a heavy face, and there seemed to be something thoughtful in his eyes.

"Oh, that's it, that's good, that's good, Mr. Fan! You've done a great job! ”

Hearing Fan Wencheng's words, Huang Taiji, whose face was still a little dignified, suddenly turned happy, and it was worth seeing that Fan Wencheng was a little confused.

"Great Khan, you-"

"Don't worry, don't worry, Ben Khan, the fourteenth brother, Ben Khan still understands, by the way, pass the order, immediately gather the Eight Banners soldiers, Ben Khan will personally hold a funeral for Azig!"

"By the way, Great Khan, this time the minions also laid an eyeliner on the white flag—"

"Oh-"

Huang Taiji narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thoughtful.

Zunhua City, Dolgon's camp.

"Fourteenth Master, is this really possible?"

Akzhan whispered to the grim-looking and somewhat terrifying Dolgon.

"Well, it's okay, this starling, I still understand, by the way, presumably after Fan Wencheng goes back, the Great Khan will definitely send someone to preside over the funeral ceremony, you go down first to arrange."

Dorgon waved his hand.

"Hey, Fourteenth Master, but the slave still has something to report."

"Oh, say it!"

"Fourteenth Master, since yesterday evening, more than 1,000 people from the tribe led by Youmeile Zhenwan Yan Honglie have disappeared."

"Oh, there's such a thing."

Hearing this, hearing this, Dolgon's sword eyebrows were raised.

"The fourteenth master, the twelfth master was plotted by the Ming army because of this Yan Honglie, do you think he will be."

Akzhan looked around, but whispered.

"Don't say more, I already know this matter in my heart, Akzhan, you go down first!"

Dolgon took advantage of the situation, but stopped Akzhan and turned around.

"Huh."

Seeing that Dorgon was jealous about this matter, Akzhan also said a lot and turned away directly.

"The tribe of thousands of people suddenly disappeared, my good starling, you are really thinking about it!"

Dorgon muttered.

But it is said that the night outside the city is getting late, but an army dressed as a slave is sneaking in the dark.

"Lord Wanyan, everything is arranged, I don't know my lord, but where do you want to go?"

"Jizhou."

A cold voice sounded in the darkness.