"Amma?"

Wult clutched his chest and stared blankly at his Amma, wondering why he was doing this to him. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Why do you want to vote for the Han people, you rebel!"

Maktu Tie blushed, his lips trembled slightly, seeing his son again was the happiest thing in his life, but he was unwilling to forgive this rebellious son. When he knew that the Ult had voted for the Han, he should have died. But he did not die, he lived in disgrace, and came to the south with difficulty, in order to see the Vult for the last time, so that he could know what could and could not be done.

"Amma, the emperor can't stand our old white flag, and his son is also desperate..."

Wult felt very aggrieved, he thought that his father would understand him and approve of him, but he didn't expect his father to react so violently to Touming.

"Then you have to vote for the Han people!"

Maktu ignored the subordinates brought by his son, and angrily stepped forward and slapped his son again. Seeing this, Ult's men tried to stop them, but Ult waved his hand to stop them.

"Amma, you are discouraged..."

Half of Ulter's face was slapped by his father, but he bowed his head and said nothing. Because he knew that his Ama had become very explosive since he broke his leg in Gaoyang City, he was beaten and scolded by his father when his mother was there, and he was often hung and whipped by his father when he was a child. But despite this, Wult still loved his father deeply, and after he voted for the Ming Dynasty, he was most relieved of his elderly father. Now, he finally saw his father, no matter how fierce his father beat and scolded, he would not complain.

The son's silence did not calm down Matu, but was even more excited, he said angrily: "You rebel, our Zakoro family has been born and died for the Aixin Jueluo family since it followed Emperor Taizu to attack the Ming Dynasty, your grandfather died in Sarhu, your eldest brother died in Liaoyang City, your second brother died in Guangning, I also broke my leg under Gaoyang City, our Zakoro family for the Qing Dynasty, shed blood and sweat for Aixin Jueluo, this is in exchange for the hereditary Merle Zhangjing, but you betrayed the Qing Dynasty and voted for the Han people, How did you make your grandfather under the Nine Springs and your brothers blind! Are you worthy of my leg! ”

"Amma, don't be angry, it's your son's fault, but now that it's over, Ama and his son should go south to recuperate."

Ult didn't dare to look at his father's empty left trouser leg, and only whispered to persuade him.

"To the south?"

Maktu walked up to his son with difficulty on crutches, slowly squatted down, looked at his son, and said, "I, Maktu, am from Manchuria, and my home is in the north, why should I go to the south?" ”

"Amma, you just listen to your son's persuasion and go with your son!" His father's gaze made Urt feel like crying.

"Do you know what the hell you've done? To the south? Maketu suddenly laughed, and the laughter was so loud that it attracted many people to look at him.

"Do you know how many Han Chinese Amma killed back then? Under Gaoyang City, Amma's leg was injured by the Han people, in order to take revenge on those Han people, do you know what Ama did again? At that time, there was a big official of the Han people who lived in the city, and Ama killed him all over the house! Now, you want Ama to go to the south, to stay in the place of the Han people, do you let Ama Yi live for a long time, or do you want Ama to return his life for those Han people? ”

"Amma, the commander of the Han people said that as long as we die for the Han people in the future, what we have done in the past will not be held accountable. In the future, we will also become Han people, and the country of the Han people is our country, and we will live here well..."

Hearing this, Matu laughed again and looked at his son with pity: "Do you believe the words of the Han people?" My poor son. Don't you realize until now that the Han people and us Manchus are enemies of the same sky, and if we kill so many Han people, the Han people will finally spare us and forgive us? ”

"The handsome man of the Han people is very good to his son, and this time the son can see Ama again, which is the blessing of the handsome Han people... Amma, don't worry about it in the future, don't worry, the Han people will definitely treat us well. Wult didn't want to believe Amma's words, he knew that his father was stubborn, and he insisted on persuading him.

"Silly son, the Han people are good to you, they just want you to sell your life, and when you have no use value, the Han people will not hesitate to kill you. If there is anyone in this world who is most untrustworthy, it must be the Han people! ”

Maktu was not persuaded by his son, and after staring at his son again, he suddenly sighed, and then resolutely said: "I, Maktu, was born a Manchurian, and died a Manchurian ghost, let me bow my head to the lowly Han people and dream!" After saying that, he used crutches to prop himself up.

Ult was startled, and his father's eyes told him that something bad was about to happen.

"Amma!"

Ult grabbed his father's crutches and refused to let go.

"Let go of your hands!"

Maktu looked at his son and said undoubtedly: "If you are still my son and a man of the Zakoro family, don't stop Amma." ”

"Amma, don't, don't..."

Ult wept bitterly, but his hands slowly loosened his father's crutches.

"If the Han people don't lie to you, in the future you will worship your grandfather and brothers on Amma's behalf. If the Han people lie to you..."

Maktu shook his head, didn't say anything, just walked on crutches, step by step, towards the Llama Lake not far away.

Wult watched in ama as he walked towards the lake, and several times he tried to rush forward to pull his father back, but he never moved. He understood that Amma's heart could not be pulled back. If he is really filial, he will be regarded as a whole Amma. Perhaps, in Amma's heart, the pride of Manchu is more important than anything else!

"What is that old man going to do?"

"Throw yourself into the lake?"

A few of the Green Flag soldiers were surprised when they saw Maktu staggering towards the lake.

When he came to the lake, he settled there, put down his crutches, and stumbled three times towards the north, and when he got up again, his face was full of hideousness, as if he had been carried by his subordinates and rushed into the mansion of Sun Chengzong in Gaoyang City twenty years ago. That's the hideousness of revenge.

"Taizu Taizong, I'm sorry for you!"

With a "plop", Maktu leaped forward, and the lake splashed in all directions, engulfing him.

"Amma!"

The moment his father entered the lake, Ult lay on the ground crying in grief, and pounded the ground with his hands, until his fists were bruised and blackened.

"Leshen, Ah chased me and brought it to you, and your father and son will live well in the future."

"Womoro is too old, my wife can't take care of you, I miss you Marfa."

"Amuqi, I, Amma, am the hero of the Eight Banners, you are not!"

“......”

Maktu's throw into the lake was like a pre-agreed signal, and under the stunned gaze of many Manchu soldiers, hundreds of Manchurians from the north suddenly ran towards the lakeshore and then jumped into the lake. Among them were the elderly, women, and even children.

Zu Zeqing and a group of Han soldiers and Green Banner soldiers were intimidated by these Manchurians who threw themselves into the lake, and they were speechless one by one.

The soldiers who finally received their relatives were also caught off guard, and when they were caught off guard, they couldn't stop those relatives who were bent on death, and could only watch them being swallowed by Llama Lake.

After a long time, Zhou Peigong came to the lake, and in his sight, the soldiers had found several small boats from the surrounding fishermen, and they were salvaging the corpses. Only a few dozen corpses were fished up, and most of them could never be fished again, or even floated up.

Zhou Peigong shook his head, although the Manchu people who threw themselves into the lake only accounted for one-tenth of the family members who came to Manzhou in the north, the visual and spiritual impact of hundreds of people collectively throwing into the lake was still great.

After comforting Wuerte and the others, Zhou Peigong decided to write a detailed report on this matter and submit it to the marshal.

In the newspaper, the last sentence written by Zhou Peigong was: "I think that in the future Northern Expedition, it is not appropriate to surrender Manchuria, and the only way to prevent future troubles is to punish them." ”