Yu Que was finally moved by Hao Ren's sincerity, and although he refused to surrender, he also agreed, followed Hao Ren, and went out of the palace to take a look at the lives of the people of Anqing.

At the gate of the mansion, there were two or three hundred injured Anqing people, and when they saw Hao Ren and Yu Que side by side, they bowed down one after another, and only said: "Lord Yu", and there was no Hao Ren, the governor of the Qingfeng Army, in his eyes.

Yu Que was in a complicated mood, and he didn't pay attention to these people, and continued to walk with Hao Ren.

Hao Ren doesn't care about these people, if his Shouzhou is captured by the enemy, there will definitely be many such people in Shouzhou, this is the people's heart, he can clean up his own territory, and he can't prevent others from cleaning up the people's hearts in the same way.

Hao Ren said to Yu Que: "These people who hurt my soldiers should all be executed, if Lord Yu is willing to submit, the country is not talented, and he is willing to save their lives!" ”

Yu Que just kept silent, wanting him to submit, this question was too difficult, and while speaking, the two of them had already come to the street under the iron armor guard of Wu Liujiu.

For the safety of the governor, Wu Liujiu didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly let two rows of shield soldiers protect Hao Ren, and was pushed away by Hao Ren. Walking with Lord Yu, I am still worried that the people of Anqing will shoot arrows at us, isn't this a joke for Lord Yu? ”

The guards did not dare to disobey the governor, but they also held their shields tightly and followed closely behind Hao Ren, ready to resist the cold arrows flying for the governor.

Along the way, the people stood on the wall of their own houses, and saluted Yu Que by holding their chests, treating Hao Ren and other red turban soldiers as if they were nothing, but no one threw bows and arrows at Hao Ren or threw stones.

Hao Ren didn't care about that much, he was quite proud in his heart, and he had a feeling of being a fox and a tiger. As long as you walk so closely with Yu Que on the street, you don't care whether Yu Que can return to obedience, and the hearts of the people in Anqing will be collected even if you receive one-third.

The people are talking:

"Lord Yu is not dead? Is it submissive to the Red Turban Army? ”

"Lord Yu has returned to the Red Turban Army, is it necessary for us to resist?"

"The Red Turban Army is not thin with us, if the Mengyuan army encounters such resistance, I am afraid that the city will have already been slaughtered at this moment!"

……

In a moment's time, Hao Ren had already led Yu Que to the northwest corner of the city.

But see the intersection of the two city walls in the northwest, dozens of copper cannons surrounded by thousands of red turban troops, the twenty, thirty or thirty houses at the foot of the city are surrounded by groups, two or three thousand Anqing army under the leadership of more than ten generals, relying on private houses, and the Red Turban Army confronted, behind them, the city wall that was raised by Yu Que became a cliff that they could not overcome.

"My cannon can completely bombard these resisting soldiers into pulp, but Guozuo doesn't want to kill too much, and asks Lord Yu to persuade them to lay down their weapons and not make senseless sacrifices!" Hao Ren said to Yu Que again.

The artillery power of the Qingfeng army, Yu Que has seen it at the head of the city, and knows that these many houses will collapse under a round of shelling, and the city wall that he has raised is also an insurmountable Weng for these many soldiers.

But Yu Que asked the soldiers who were fighting for him to put down their weapons like this, and he couldn't open his mouth for a while.

Many of the generals on the houses saw Yu Que's figure, and they were not afraid of the bows and arrows of the Red Turban Army, and they stood up from the houses one after another, as if they saw the dawn in despair.

Among the remnants of Anqing, Yu Que's nephew Fu Tong, as a soldier of a thousand households, saw his uncle Yu Que walking with the leader of the Red Turban Thieves from afar, knowing that his uncle had been captured by the Red Turban Army, and he knew that he was invincible, and he also wanted to snatch back his uncle, and shouted: "Uncle", waving his sword, with two or three hundred people, he came to charge the battle.

Hu Dahai, who was in charge of besieging the Anqing army, was already impatient to wait, he didn't look behind him at all, and when he saw that the enemy soldiers were about to charge again, what were he waiting for? Take this opportunity to exterminate them all on the spot.

"Ignition! Fire! Hu Dahai held a torch and lit the cannon in front of him and ordered.

As soon as Hu Dahai's artillery was fired, all Hao Ren's efforts were about to be in vain, and Hao Ren shouted: "Don't open fire!" Rushing to the front of the military formation, the Red Turban Army heard the order of the governor and did not dare to light the fire, but seeing that the medicine twist of the artillery in front of Hu Dahai was almost at the end, it was too late.

Seeing that the governor was like this, the soldiers of the Red Turban Army did not know why, so they did not dare to fire the cannon rashly, but the artillery that Hu Dahai had already ignited, and the firing was irreversible.

"Boom!"

It was too late, it was fast, and at the moment when the artillery exploded, Hao Ren flew up and kicked the muzzle of the artillery thirty degrees, and the artillery deviated from the track, blowing up a big hole in a private house in the distance.

Hu Dahai lit the artillery, covered his ears and twisted his face to the side, and when he heard the sound of the artillery, when he looked back at the battle, he found the governor standing in front of him, and said in his heart, why did this cannon collapse for the governor? He knew that he had disobeyed the orders of the governor, and his face was red, and he did not know how to explain it.

"Brother An Qingjun, give up resistance, don't make senseless sacrifices anymore!" Hao Ren shouted almost hoarsely.

The remnants of Anqing had long been frightened by the artillery, and even the Fu Tong who was preparing to charge was stunned for a long time, thinking that his life was not guaranteed, and he had already forgotten to charge.

"Anqingjun listens to the order, Ben Zuocheng orders you to lay down your weapons and surrender to Hao Dudu of Qingfeng Army!" Yu Que knew that these thousands of soldiers and civilians were besieged under the corner of the wall, belonging to the mantis arm as a car, and if he did not order the surrender, I was afraid that many of them would die in vain.

Fu Tong couldn't believe his ears, thinking that he had heard it wrong: "Uncle......"

"You have done your best, resistance is useless, give up resistance and surrender to the Red Turban Army!" Yu Que sighed.

Fu Tong is Yu Que's nephew, and he has always been the only uncle who is the head of the horse, and in desperation, he was the first to put down his weapon and come out and kneel down to plead guilty to Hao Ren.

If it weren't for Hao Ren's temporary change of direction of the cannon, Fu Tong at this time would have already been a powerful ghost!

"Are you sincere in your obedience to the Governor of Pontus?" Hao Ren asked.

"Du Du Huwei, save Fu Tong's life, Fu Tong is willing to lead the horse and fall into the stirrups for adults!" Fu Tong kowtowed.

Hao Ren saw that Fu Tong's face was kind, and he was quite filial to his uncle, and he was the first among the remnants of the army to surrender, so he pulled up Fu Tong who was kneeling on the ground and said: "You will be the deputy Qianhu official of the left army of my Governor's Mansion, and you will be rewarded for your merits in the future!" ”

Fu Tong pondered for a long time before realizing that this deputy Qianhu official of the Su Guard, who was equivalent to the deputy commander of the Xue army of the Mongolian Great Khan, secretly sighed that Hao Ren trusted him, and bowed his head and bowed again.

Yu Que knelt on the ground with an "ordinary", rushed to the north and bowed three times, and said with tears in his eyes: "Your Majesty, Yu Que is the people of the whole city of Anqing, and he can no longer be loyal to His Majesty!" The scene is really sighing, and there is a sensational feeling of tears for those who have heard it, and the three bows of Yu Que, according to the theory of ancient scholars, can be regarded as a formal farewell to the previous master.

Hao Ren couldn't help Yu Que up, so he comforted him, but Yu Que was immersed in the grief of letting go of his name, and he didn't say anything, and his tears flowed straight down.

Many Qingfeng soldiers at the head of the city, seeing that Yu Que is still like this, how can they still have the courage to resist stubbornly? Many people, following Yu Que's example, kowtowed to the north to say goodbye to their masters, and finally, they put down their weapons and surrendered to the Red Turban Army.

Under the persuasion of Yu Que, the Anqing city management residents of Wanhu Ji Shouren, Chen Bin, Jin Chengzong, all Timur did not spend, Wanhu Mansion experienced Duan Guifang, thousands of households lost fire without flowers, Xin Li, Lu Tingyu, Ge Yanling, Qiu Yu, Xu Yuanyan, played the poor Wu Duman, 100 households Huang Yinsun, pushed the official Huang Ballun, experienced Yang Heng, Governor Yu Zhong, Huaining Yin Chen Juji, all 17 people, all surrendered. (Note 1)

At this point, Anqing City has initially settled down, the Qingfeng army has gained a firm foothold in Anqing City, and Hao Ren only needs to face Hu Boyan and Li Zongke's counterattack army outside the city.

(Note 1: According to the "History of the Yuan", these seventeen people were martyrs with their names and surnames when Chen Youliang broke Anqing City.) Yu Que's nephew and son-in-law, Li Zongke, killed his wife and killed himself, a total of 18 people. Fu Tong was Yu Que's nephew and died in battle when Chen Youliang broke Anqing City. Thirteen talents, admire the dead festival, let these people who are submerged in history put down their names and festivals, and re-enter the historical stage of "Qingfeng Army". (To be continued.) )