With the Ming army taking control of the entire building, the entrance to the basement has also been occupied by the Ming army. The escape of Ye Hehaozhe www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion has become an impossible plan to complete. He is now completely a turtle in an urn, and if he wants to rush out, he can only rush out to recapture the corridor occupied by the Ming army and defeat the Ming soldiers who surrounded the palace.

It's a pity that now the remaining soldiers in his hands can't even get together a platoon, how can they have the ability to break through the encirclement formed by hundreds of Ming troops? What's more, at the exit of the basement, several submachine guns were already in full formation, and there was no possibility for Ye Hehaozhe to escape.

"Ming Army, burned my flag? How dare they burn my royal flag? After repeating it twice, Yehe Haozhe clearly understood what was happening outside. He shook a little, was supported by the chief guard beside him, barely stumbled without falling, and then he broke free of the guard chief's support and shouted loudly: "Fight back!" Counterattack! Kick them out of my palace! Get out! Get out! ”

The two soldiers leaning against the door frame turned their heads and watched the emperor screaming frantically in the room as they fought for their lives, wondering what it was like. You know, their families are still waiting outside the palace to be reunited with them, but they are destined to be buried here with such a crazy person.

"Boom!" A grenade was thrown into the entrance of the basement corridor, and the two soldiers who insisted there were knocked to the ground by a huge wave of air, and then one after another Ming Empire soldiers rushed down the stairs, some were killed on the stairs by the rebels who opened fire at the other end of the corridor, and some successfully entered the corridor, and the rebels on both sides used the warehouse door as a cover, and fiercely fired.

"Tubu!" "Phew!" "Suddenly! Dodo! The gunfire intensified again, directly drowning out Ye Hehaozhe's desperate screams. A rebel soldier leaning against the door was hit by a bullet and fell to the ground, and then a Ming soldier stepped on his corpse and crossed his position to advance deeper into the basement.

Yehe Haozhe's personal guard retreated into the cellar where Yehe Haozhe was located with a pistol with a slightly smoking muzzle, he knelt on one knee, looked at Yehe Haozhe who was still shouting and fighting back, and shouted in mourning: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! The Ming army has already arrived at the No. 4 warehouse, and there is only more than twenty meters left from here! ”

"Beat them off! Fight them off! This is my palace! My Palace! If we hold on a little longer, the Prince's army will come to my rescue...... No, I'm here to save me! Ye He Haozhe waved his arms and shouted excitedly: "A few minutes! As long as you hold out for a few minutes, my army will defeat them, and I will go to the Forbidden City to become emperor! I am the Ninety-Five! ”

Shaking his head, ignoring Ye Hehaozhe's madness, the head of the guard stood up and looked at the few remaining soldiers in the room and the trembling servants in the corner: "The emperor is crazy...... Now we're on our own! How many bullets do I have, what about you? ”

"I don't have many bullets left, and when I distributed them evenly just now, most of them were given to the brothers outside the door." Several soldiers with pigtails on the back of their heads pulled out the few bullets left in their pockets and said in despair.

A soldier looked at the dozen or so rounds of ammunition left in his hand, and pleaded to the chief of the guard, "My lord, this is already the case...... Otherwise, let's surrender...... Hand over this madman, maybe I can live, I still have my wife and children outside, I want to ......"

"Phew!" Before he could finish his words, the captain of the guard raised the pistol in his hand and shot through the soldier, who was crying and begging him to surrender, and the soldier was shot in the head, and blood flowed out of the hole in the back of his head, and ran down the ugly braid hanging from the back of his head, and all over his back. His eyes slowly lost his balance, and he slammed to the floor with a muffled thud.

The chief of the guard killed the soldier who wanted to surrender, then looked at the remaining trembling soldiers, and said, "At this time, still want to live?" When did you hear that the Ming army accepted the surrender of the Jurchens? If you have braids on the back of your head, you will have to cut off your head and base Jingguan! ”

This chief guard was also a person who wanted to surrender, but when the Ming Empire bombarded Changchun in the morning, his whole family and the money they had accumulated for many years were destroyed in the fierce artillery fire of the Ming army. This also fundamentally broke his idea of surrendering, and made him firm in his determination to die here, if it weren't for his active lobbying, Ye He Haozhe would not have been able to hold on to it now, and would have surrendered before going crazy.

It is not so much that there is such an alternative as Ye He Hao Zhe who dares to resist in the Ye He family, but that he is coerced and has no way to get out and cannot find a chance to surrender. As a result, the Yehe people, who were also unwilling to accept death, were completely frightened at the last moment because of excessive fear.

"Hold on! For his own sake, he also wants to kill a Ming army! Kill one is enough, kill two and we still have what to earn! Waving the gun in his hand, the head of the guard shouted to a few of his subordinates, but his words were hardly convincing, because the dense gunfire of the Ming army outside the door continued, and several soldiers guarding the door also fell one after another.

"Phew!" Turning around, the chief of the guard, who was also a little emotionally unstable, shot the servant who was squatting in the corner shivering, and the shot hit the servant in the chest, causing him to lean against the wall and shiver twice, then hung his head and was silent.

"Rubbish! There is no need to live anymore. He said this coldly, completely ignoring Ye He Haozhe, who was still waving his arms and screaming, and walked to the door of the wine cellar with the remaining soldiers: "Hold the door, fight until the last moment!" We want the Ming army to take a look, the Jurchens would rather die than give in! ”

Whether the Jurchens are really willing to die or not, the chief of the guard does not know, but no matter how brave the Jurchens are, they are only flesh and blood, which is very certain. In the face of the dense bullets fired by the soldiers of the Ming Empire, these pigtailed rebels only lasted a few seconds, and then they fell to the ground in pain or not painful death.

By the time the chief guard clutched the hole in his shoulder, staggered back to the cellar again, there were no more people in the basement who were resisting except for the two guards who were covering him at the door. The soldiers of the Ming Empire brewed the final assault outside, while the guards in the cellars waited for their final moments.

"Your Majesty! We failed...... Now there are soldiers of the Ming Empire outside the door, and you have to give yourself an explanation. The chief of the guard did not kneel and salute, but sat directly on the chair that had been temporarily moved from the wine cellar, gasping for breath while staring at the crazy Ye Hehaozhe.

"I am the Son of Heaven! Damnation will be on the outside! Thunder! Listen to my orders and hack these rebellious bastards to death! Chop them to death! Kill their nine clans! Hahahaha! Ye He Haozhe, who was seeking power and usurping the throne, looked at the ceiling, clapping his hands and shouting loudly.

"I don't know if you're really crazy or fake crazy...... You're going to have to die here today. With difficulty, the chief guard raised his pistol and aimed it at Ye Hehaozhe. His chest was already stained red with blood, and the wound on his shoulder was much bigger than he imagined, and the impact on him was greater than he imagined.

"I am the Son of Heaven! How is it possible to die? Whoever opposes me will die! I'm going to die! Ye He Haozhe was still screaming wildly, as if he hadn't heard the chief of the guard threatening him.

However, he was not given another chance to go crazy, and the head of the guard smashed the head of the last "Emperor Majesty" of the Jin Kingdom, who had only been emperor for more than ten days, with one shot. Blood splattered onto the ceiling, and the body slammed straight into the chair, knocked over the chair and slammed sideways to the ground.

At about the same moment, the two guards at the gate were also hit by the soldiers of the Ming army and fell to the ground screaming. The pistol in the head of the guard shook a little, and pointed in the direction of the door with difficulty, he still had a few bullets, and he still had to pull a few Ming soldiers to go to hell with him before he died.

However, his vision had begun to blur, and his arm holding the pistol was shaking, and compared to his usual steady shooting style, he had no trace of accuracy at all. But he still insisted, insisting on aiming in the direction of the door.

Then he suddenly felt the weight of the hand holding the gun lose weight, and then he heard the sound of metal hitting the ground. He struggled to look away, realizing that his hand could no longer hold the pistol, and let it fall to the ground.

I don't know where the strength came from, he tried to struggle to get up from the chair, but in the end he could only fall to the ground like a corpse, like a heart attack, curled up on the cold ground and convulsed.

It turns out that death is such a long and painful thing. With the last of his thoughts, the chief guard thought in his mind. Then he exerted all his strength and shouted out the last words he wanted to shout outside the door: "I'm not a dog!" My name is ......"

The cautious Ming soldiers at the door finally mustered up their courage, and they poured into this last wine cellar with submachine guns and rifles with bayonets in their arms.

What caught their eyes were all sorts of dead bodies lying on the ground: servants, dragon robes, three guards, and a bloodied chief of the guard.

"What did he just shout?" A Ming soldier with a submachine gun and a muzzle pointing at the corpse on the ground asked the people around him.

"Didn't hear me!" The other party only replied with one sentence. (To be continued.) )