"Full of Tartar dog-eat-dog, we heroes can't be idle, and do you have the strength to rush with me for a while!"

King. The assistant minister raised his spear, and all the town guards responded in unison. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Wang. Fuchen laughed, Fu Lin made his eyes red, why not let his subordinates blush, he should be the first to gallop down, the horse speed was the highest, and the wind in his ears whirred.

The team that fled north was driven by the Taiping army and had turned from a long dragon into a turtle. On the fields and on the avenues, there were tumbling wagons everywhere, and the living and dead bodies in the ditches were mixed with each other, and the cries of men and women could not hide the shouts of killing. Bags and parcels of goods were thrown on the road, thrown in the wilderness, no one picked them up, and from time to time they were carried up by the hooves of the whizzing horses, and gold and silver jewelry were stepped into the mud like broken bricks and tiles.

The routs were even more unbearable, unable to descend, unable to stop, and were driven by the Taiping army like cattle and horses, and many of them could no longer get up from the ground after falling. The sound of hooves behind them broke their hearts, and many of the routs were trampled to death by horses.

There was also a problem with the emperor's chariot, which was surrounded by soldiers. There were not only the Qing Emperors in the ranks, but also hundreds of officials, scholars, scholars, squires, governors... These pillars of the Qing Dynasty and the pillars of the imperial court are now just like ordinary people, holding their official seals and sitting in the carriage tremblingly, looking at the struggling brigade and crying without tears. Many people have already repented to the point that their bowels are green, and if they knew this, they should not follow the emperor out of the city, and it is not better to wait in the city to surrender honestly.

From time to time, some horses were frightened and pulled the big officials in the car to the side. When the officials jumped out of the carriage and wanted to shout to the soldiers to pull the carriage up, they found that none of the soldiers paid attention to them, even if their status was so noble and prominent, no one answered them.

Chaos, more and more chaos, chaos has spread from the periphery to the emperor's car.

Jin Zhijun, a university scholar, fell behind, he was a Jinshi in the forty-seventh year of Wanli, and he was the right attendant of the Ming Dynasty's military department, and now he is a scholar of the Zhonghe Temple of the Qing Dynasty and a scholar of the Ministry of Han Shangshu, and he is one of the three bachelors of the cabinet with the army. After his death, he was the de facto deputy of the cabinet, but now he was uncared for, and he was in a hurry to stand in the wilderness with a few of his house slaves.

Looking at the emperor's car driving farther and farther away, looking at the routed soldiers and the crowd of people who were driven by the Taiping Kou in all directions, Jin Zhijun was desperate, and just wanted to find a rope to die, but there were only overturned carriages nearby, and there were discarded packages, but where was the rope. Even if he finds the rope, where is he hanging?

"Help the old man go!"

Scholar Jin, who had not yet been hanged, trembled and asked the house slaves to help him go, but the house slaves scattered in a hurry, leaving him to flee for his life alone. Jin Daxue sat down on the ground in a fit of rage, and the ghost almost touched a bloodstained long knife out of nowhere, and raised the blade to his neck tremblingly.

The right attendant of the Ming Dynasty and the bachelor of the Qing Dynasty were very timid and afraid of death, but he knew that he must not become a prisoner of the Taiping Army, and he must cut himself off as soon as possible. Today, it is the burial place where he Jin Zhijun sacrificed his life for the Qing Dynasty!

"Your Majesty, the minister has gone!"

The shouts of the Taiping army in his ears were getting closer and closer, Jin Zhijun turned his heart sideways, closed his eyes and wanted to cut himself, but the blade couldn't touch the flesh for a long time, so it was so horizontal in front of his neck, how could he cut it off.

People, why is it so hard to die!

Jin Zhijun sighed and threw the knife on the ground, he didn't want to die, so many senses could be lowered, why couldn't he descend, he was a scholar!

The scholar didn't know where he got the strength, so he jumped up from the ground violently, stretched out his hands and shouted at the Taiping army who was rushing over: "The old man is Jin Zhijun, a scholar of the Zhonghe Temple!" The old man is willing to surrender! ”

The rushing Taiping army heard Jin Zhijun's shout, but they cut off the head of Jin Daxue with long knives, and then rushed forward without looking back.

The moment Scholar Jin's head hit the ground, he realized that the Taiping army was a rebel Manchurian soldier, and they couldn't understand what he was saying at all.

It's a pity, Bachelor. He should have shouted in the Manchurian dialect that he had spent years painstakingly studying.

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As soon as the hundreds of cavalry and Eight Banners Qing soldiers were entangled together, they were caught by the galloping horse harriers. The Mongolian Eight Banners were still in chaos, the horse speed could not be raised at all, and the hedging could not be carried out, and in a hurry, the Mongolian army had to shout and retreat. The Mongol soldiers were all panicked and kept beating their horses and turned back, but they didn't retreat far before the Taiping army caught up with them.

The King of Horses. The spear of the auxiliary minister shot out the spear, and the two Mongolian soldiers were immediately picked off the horse, and the soldiers under them were also bravely slashed and killed, and the Mongolian army hedgehogs gathered together, and they had lost any ability to maneuver, and they could only passively let the Taiping army rush to kill, and soon it was a group of people who turned on their backs.

The two white flag generals such as Wuerte, Yue Deji, and Gongjian Se are also getting more and more comfortable to fight. After the Wu'er got the blessing of the place, he immediately gathered hundreds of soldiers and pounced.

"Where is Aobai, where is Aobai!"

The chaos in the rear and the shouts of killing made Shunji react from his bitterness and pain, and he pulled the window of the car and asked Feiyangu loudly, he wanted to know where Ao Bai was, and whether this slave could stop the pursuers for him, the master.

Feiyangu didn't know where Aobai went, and now the team was Sony and Tuntai who were in charge. Feiyangu relieved the emperor not to worry, Lang Tan had already led people to the back, and it was impossible for the thieves to catch up. But at this time, I heard shouts from behind, as if the pursuers of the Taiping Kou were approaching.

"Go, go! Give me the horses, quick! ”

Shunzhi was so frightened that he jumped out of the car and, despite Feyangu's dissuasion, ordered one of the guards to turn over and dismount, and then struggled to turn over and get on the horse, and ran forward with the whip. Because of the weakness of his limbs, Shunzhi almost fell off his horse, so frightened that Feiyangu hurriedly rode over, pulling the reins of the horse in Shunzhi's hand with one hand and supporting him with the other.

The guards shouted loudly in full words, and a group of soldiers with two yellow flags and eight banners jumped out of the ranks one after another. Thousands of men and horses broke away from the brigade.

The Manchurian generals and officials in the team were stunned, and the emperor ran like this, wouldn't he abandon everything?

Shunzhi, who was in a hurry to escape, couldn't take care of those courtiers at all, he just wanted to run. Sonny and his eldest son, Kabula, who rushed to hear the news, saw that the emperor had abandoned the brigade and ran, so they had to lead soldiers and horses to follow and protect them.

Finding that the emperor had abandoned his chariot and fled on his horse, the scholar Bahana closed his eyes in pain. Many officials stood on the spot like him, looking fixedly at the emperor and his party who left the brigade and ran away.

An official was the first to react and shouted: "The emperor doesn't want us anymore!" (To be continued.) )