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At this time, the last capital of the Qing Dynasty was already a scene of the coming of the end, and those bannermen, old and weak, women and children who had fled all the way from distant Beijing, crying and shouting, carrying large and small packages, rushed to the north, to the vast lofty mountains, and to the place where their ancestors had lived. In the chaotic chaos, all kinds of riots were constantly staged, snatching food, money, women, and cannibalism were constantly staged in this small city only a mile away, and corpses were constantly falling under the knives of their own compatriots and being trampled into pulp.

In the east, west, and south of this small city, the flames of shell explosions continued to shine, and the dense gunfire continued to approach, and even stray bullets fell on the city from time to time, creating even greater panic.

Well, the Ming army is coming.

After three months of bloody fighting, the stubborn will and hatred did not make up for the huge gap in strength between the two sides.

Although the hundreds of thousands of bannermen and Qing troops trapped in this mountainous area, with the way that all the people were soldiers, even twelve or thirteen-year-old children went to the battlefield, relying on the lofty mountains and mountains, with bloody battles and even many people strapped to gunpowder to rush to the enemy, caused tens of thousands of huge casualties to the attacking Ming army. But after all, it was still the mantis arm as a car, everything was in vain in the face of absolute strength, and the nearly 60,000 Ming troops squeezed from four directions still killed them stubbornly, and then stepped on more than 100,000 bannermen and the corpses of white people under their feet, and aimed their guns at this last fortress.

At this time, the resistance of the Qing army into the formation has actually ended, and on the mountain roads around Xingjing, only a small number of remnants of the Qing army are making the last stubborn resistance, waiting for their inevitable final outcome......

"What's the future!"

In a small city in the northwest of this small city, which is also the size of a football field, in a small room that is not as big as the gatehouse of Wuying Hall in the Beijing Imperial Palace, Yinzhen, who has gray hair at a young age, said bitterly.

"Your Majesty, we can still hide in Changbai Mountain, as long as the British fleet can defeat the fleet of the thief army, we can go out of the mountain again to regroup."

Roncodo said.

"Regrouping? Do we still have anybody? Even if we can escape into Changbai Mountain, even if the British can win against Yang Feng, can anyone of us regroup? How many of our bannermen are left? Beijing Chengtian Street has stepped on the bones of the Gongqing, Taihang Road is paved with hunger and death on the mountain road, and the tigers and wolves in the Qinling Mountains have eaten the flesh and blood of our banner people, how many are still alive now? How many of them are alive as slaves and girls in Jiangnan? How many are left in this Manchurian for the Ming army to kill? How many of these people are young? No one is gone, they are all dead, they have all been killed, just like we killed them decades ago, this is all retribution, the blood debt of the year is to be paid today, this destiny is not ours in the first place, we stole their country, killed their people, enjoyed decades of wealth, and now we still have to pay the price.

I'm tired and don't want to run anymore.

It is useless to run away, but to suffer more of those sins in vain. ”

Yin Zhen looked at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, and said with a heart like death and lovelessness.

He really didn't want to run anymore, all hopes had been dashed, even if he could run to the Changbai Mountain, what could he do? The banner people are almost dead, and there is only a group of old and weak women and children left to survive, even if the British can win Yang Feng, what can they do? No matter how powerful the British are, it is impossible for them to run to land, so what can these flagmen do now? It's nothing more than hiding in Changbai Mountain as a bandit, and then hiding in Tibet like a rat under the encirclement and suppression of the Ming army.

What's more, Changbai Mountain will freeze to death in winter, and maybe you will have to starve, such a day is better than death!

"Your Majesty, you are the only hope for our Qing Dynasty!"

Roncodo said as he lay on the ground and cried.

"Daqing, where is there still Daqing? There is no such thing as a clear day! ”

Yin Zhen looked up to the sky and sighed.

Roncodo lay there and couldn't help but cry bitterly.

And at this moment, the whistling of falling cannonballs in the sky overhead suddenly crossed, and then a cannonball exploded in the empty courtyard outside, and the stirred dust poured in instantly, and before they could react, more cannonballs continued to fall, exploding in the small Xingjing City.

It was clear that the Ming army was already very close.

"Uncle, let's go!"

Yin Zhen looked at the panicked Long Keduo and said somewhat emotionally.

"Your Majesty!"

Roncodo shouted again in grief.

But then the second round of shells fell, the nearest one was even hitting the door, the impact of the explosion hit him and he fell to the ground at once, after he got up, he kowtowed to Yinzhen again, then turned around and hurriedly ran out to embark on the escape journey, and since then completely disappeared in the mountains and mountains of Changbai Mountain.

As for Yinzhen, he sat there blankly, listening to the explosions that sounded one after another outside, listening to the heart-rending cries of those fleeing flag men, listening to the shouts of the Ming army that were getting closer and closer, the glory of the past, the dreams of the past, everything that had been once became a dream at this moment, the skinned Huang Ama, the emperor who was reduced to ten thousand riders, the beheaded, the brother who was chopped off, the brother who was chopped off, the younger brother who was nailed to death by a spear, and the younger brother who was beaten into a meat pie, everything passed in front of him. Yet vanished into the void of endless darkness.

The Qing Dynasty is over, Aixin Jueluo's family is over, and he is also finished!

It's over!

He casually took the kerosene lamp that was still on next to him, and then fell directly on the stone floor in the corner, and at the same time as the glass oil lamp shattered, the flammable kerosene instantly turned into a raging flame, and then the curtain next to it was ignited, and at the same time, more things were ignited, and the house was quickly engulfed by flames.

"May the world not give birth to the emperor's family!"

He let out a heavy lament in the firelight, and at the same time pulled the trigger, and as the hammer of the short gun in his hand fell, a round lead bullet entered his head.

An hour later, a group of Ming troops appeared next to the ruins of this large hall.

"Mah, who knows if this is it!"

The battalion commander of the Ming Army, who led the team, looked speechlessly at the dead body that had just been dragged out under his feet, this dead body was burned to charcoal, and it was like a sparrow that had been blown up, although he knew that this was the palace of the Tartars, but no one dared to be sure whether he was Yinzhen or not, and if he made a mistake, he might have to be punished.

"Battalion commander, there's a cross here."

At this time, a soldier who was looking in the ruins shouted.

"Take a look."

The battalion commander hurriedly said.

Then the cross was delivered to him, and after vigorously wiping away the ashes, a bunch of rough billets immediately screamed, and the silver cross was actually set with dozens of diamonds, reflecting a dazzling light in the sun.

"Do you know this thing?"

Then the battalion commander asked a prisoner.

The latter glanced at the cross, and then at the fried sparrow on the ground.

"Your Majesty!"

He cried out in grief, and then fell to his knees.

The battalion commander nodded in satisfaction.

The next day, Yinzhen's body and the cross were sent to Shenyang, and then a river boat was loaded onto the Hunhe ferry to reach Liaokou, where it was loaded with a communication ship of the Ming army and sent to Qinhuangdao, and then loaded onto a train and transported directly to Beijing, where it was delivered to His Majesty the Emperor.

"Throw the corpse outside for three days, and then burn the bones and ashes, and those who died with them are also my youth."

Emperor Yang said with some sadness.

Obviously, the girl idol has become a fried sparrow, which also makes him quite embarrassed, after all, this should be regarded as an important moment in his life, from this moment on, our great reckoning is completely drawn, although there is a Yinci in the Western Regions, and there is also a Yongzheng Emperor His Majesty on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, but they no longer have the qualifications to call the Qing Dynasty, they are all mourning dogs under the fence.

Of course, that doesn't mean he'll let them go.

In fact, the Fifth Army of the Ming Army has been chasing behind Yinci, at this time it is estimated that they have all reached the Hexi Corridor, as for Yinren, He Jin's two brigades are using bayonets to supervise the 50,000 slaves caught nearby, building a highway from Lanzhou through Xining to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, that is, the Qinghai-Tibet Highway in Yang Feng's plan, where the highway is repaired, the Ming army will advance to where, so step by step, until Lhasa, Shigatse, and even continue to build south to Yadong, according to the current speed of advancement, it is estimated that it will take two years to reach Lhasa.

But Yang Feng couldn't wait that long.

Soon he would start attacking from the other direction, which is why he drove Yinren to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau in the first place.

"You are Xu Risheng?"

Then he turned his gaze to the Bishop, who was lying at his feet.

This bishop was captured in Xingjing, and happened to be sent over by Lu Yi, who presided over the war in the northeast, along with Yinzhen, although Yang Feng said that if he caught the white man on the battlefield, whether he surrendered or not, he would be killed, but as the highest-ranking clergyman of the Holy See in China, he still received some special treatment.

"Your Majesty, the contemptible person is exactly."

Xu Risheng said tremblingly.

"I'm curious, why do you call me a demon?"

Yang Feng asked.

"Your Majesty, that's just some misunderstanding, in fact, it's just some prejudice against you by Duo alone, we are all deceived by him, in fact, neither I nor His Majesty the Pope think that you are some kind of demon, you have created such a powerful empire by yourself, you have given the people of your country a rich and peaceful life, how can you be a demon?"

Xu Risheng said with a smiling face.

Lao Xu was already frightened by Yinzhen's burnt sparrow at this time, he just wanted to escape from Yang Feng's clutches and return to Europe now, as for the means or anything, there was no need to care too much, anyway, now coax him to be happy.

"I like smart people like you."

Yang Feng said with satisfaction.

Xu Risheng hurriedly piled up a flattering smile.

"So I'm going to give you a gift."

Yang Feng then said.

"I'm going to give you a cross."

In Xu Risheng's surprised gaze, he said with a smile. (To be continued.) )