Someone saw that Yao Dongzhao wanted to get up, so they helped Yao Dongzhao up, so that he could witness the city gate being attacked. Yao Dong saw Zhang Jun's soldiers pouring into the city one by one, and his eyes were filled with tears.

Zhang Biwu clenched his fists tightly, in fact, he also wanted to rush to the forefront in person, to complete this historic moment, but he is now the boss, and the coach can't take the sword himself, because they all focus on the three armies.

Yes! As Zhang Biwu expected, the destruction of the city is inevitable. No matter what kind of death struggle the Qing army was doing, it would not help.

The Qing army at the city gate was quickly swept away, and soon, the main battlefield was changed from the urn city, the city head to the main city, to the street, and then it became a street battle. At first, it was possible to fight in groups of three or five, but now they can only be scattered and fight separately.

There are shouts and killings everywhere in the capital, and both sides are shouting loudly, wanting all the people in the capital to see who is the most powerful person! They all want to leave Wu Yong in the hearts of the people, and they are only willing to do their best!

As for the people in the capital, who dares to come out? The brave dare to watch the fight through the window, and the less daring ones are shrunk and tremble! When they heard the shouting, one or two of them were terrified.

Those who watched the battle through the windows couldn't help but be amazed, how could they have ever seen such a heroic warrior? Both sides are respectable! It's really scary to watch! At the same time, I admire it!

Yes! The battle is fierce! Every full soldier does not retreat, they are fighting desperately, at the same time. Zhang Bing is the same. They're all moving forward. It is also to kill the enemy's head to get a reward, and it is also to kill majestic, so that the Tartars know that the real warriors are them!

"Die!" A Zhang soldier rushed towards the full soldier with a knife, and the full soldier also shouted: "You are dead!" The two of them ignored the fact that their weapons would kill them, and they both went away!

Your sword is in my breast, and my sword is in your neck. The two of them still stretched out their hands to each other, as if they wanted to catch each other. But in the end, they fell together, and the two stared at each other, and they breathed in pairs.

The two people upstairs were entangled with each other, twisted together, and both fell to their deaths.

"We are Baturu!" There was a group of soldiers who rushed towards Zhang Bing frantically. One of the generals in Zhang's army spat a big mouthful of saliva and said, "Phew! Let you Tartars know who is the real strongest! ”

He wrapped the cloth around the hand holding the knife, and wrapped it tightly, and his eyes shot with dazzling brilliance!

"Kill!" As soon as the knife in his hand was raised, he rushed forward! Meantime. His soldiers responded with the words: "Forge ahead!" Never back! ”

The two sides were entangled in a hand-to-hand fight. One of the first Zhang soldiers was cut down by the soldiers, although he fell in a pool of blood, but he still hugged the feet of the soldiers with his hands, and shouted with blood flowing from his mouth: "Go! Kill, kill! ”

With a "whoosh", as he wished, a shot was stabbed into the chest of the full soldier, and the full soldier screamed, and then fell into a pool of blood!

At this end, the full soldier, who was already out of arms, pounced on Zhang Bing, and when he stabbed him in the stomach, his punch hit Zhang Bing's face strongly, and suddenly a tent of blood sprayed out.

Then the full soldier couldn't stop leaning towards Zhang Bing because of the momentum, and he opened his arms and hugged Zhang Bing tightly, and bit the opponent's neck with his teeth. The two then fell to the ground......

A pawn was stabbed on the left, a halberd on the right, and an axe in front, and the blood on his body splashed, but he didn't fall, he just fought to the back with a breath in his chest!

"Drink!" He let out a loud cry and slashed at a soldier with his broadsword in both hands. The full soldier crouched down, and the weapon in his hand was stabbed into his body cleanly.

At this time, he had no choice at the end of the crossbow, but he then smiled, and as soon as he let go of his hands, the knife in his hand fell, and the knife fell without being biased or oblique, and it just fell to the opponent's neck and did not enter a part. So the soldiers fell behind, and Zhang Zu pressed on top of him, and the two died together.

It can be said that the Eight Banners are really powerful, no wonder they can dominate the world and kill hundreds of countries, their force is hard to find in the world, but it's a pity, now they want to sigh both Shengyu and He Shengliang!

Because the soldiers of Zhang Biwu's army are even more heroic than them, they are slightly better in the strong dialogue.

This is a life-for-life fight, this is a contest between the strong who have no weak, only respectable, everyone is just fighting for honor, they put life and death out of the way! I just want to fight with all my might! That's all!

At this time, the people of the capital who were the internal response had already begun to help Zhang Jun, and with the help of the people, the speed of Zhang's army was very fast, and no matter how great the resistance they encountered, because of the help of the masses, the resistance would be reduced to the smallest and weakest.

Even if the path is unfamiliar, and there are people leading the way, the progress has not suffered much setback at all.

Some people also shouted, pretending to be Zhang Jun's soldiers. There are even some people who hate the Manchus and want revenge.

They were armed with sticks or kitchen knives to kill the Qing soldiers, those wounded Manchu soldiers did not have much resistance, they could only be killed by the people, in the past, the Manchu soldiers were slaughtering the people, but how did they think that now it was the turn of the Manchu soldiers to be slaughtered? Could it be that this is the way of heaven, and the heavens are good?

As for those who were still strong in battle and had not been injured yet, then the people would not dare to come, all they could do was to guide Sergeant Zhang to kill the full army. It seems that the defeat of the Qing army is inevitable, and only the Forbidden City is left in the last fortified city.

Yue Le and Kubilong are dead in the Forbidden City, they will die in the Forbidden City, and they want to declare that the Forbidden City belongs to their Manchu Dynasty.

Yue Le looked at the dragon flag waving in the wind, he had another feeling in his heart, he really didn't know how long this dragon flag could be planted in the palace, how much he thought that this dragon flag would never disappear from the Forbidden City! It's all flying in the sky above the Forbidden City, but the current situation doesn't allow you to want to.

Curb Pilon also has the same idea, and now they only have one thought, to die in the Forbidden City, to declare to the world that they have the right to the Forbidden City.

The "boom" bombardment came and blew up the dragon flag, this is because Zhang Biwu saw the Manchu dragon flag in the Forbidden City, and he strictly ordered the gunners to hit the dragon flag with one shot and blow it up.

"Nope! No! The Dragon Banner must not fall! The dragon flag must be allowed to fly high in the Forbidden City! No one is allowed to blow up the dragon flag of our Qing Dynasty! Yue Le shouted, and he just ran away, he wanted to plant the dragon flag on the roof again.

Kubilong looked at Yue Le's distant figure, and he only said one sentence: "Prince An has a good journey!" You go first, and I will follow you, and then we will guard the Qing Dynasty with the gods! ”

Yue Le was running, his eyes were looking to the east, the area of Liaodong, and what he thought in his heart was: "Your Majesty, the minister can't accompany you anymore!" Take care of your majesty! You must be like many years ago, and you must enter the customs again to enter the Central Plains! We must become the heroes of the world! It's all up to you in the future! Emperor! ”

Yue Le is extremely trusting of Shunzhi, is the most loyal, when he stays to become the victim of the most relatable, Shunzhi is very unbearable, he wants to let other people come, to change people, but among the kings, who else can become such a victim?

All of them are afraid of death, they are not heroic, they only want to go back and forth to their hometown in Liaodong, and even in their minds, they have been able to enter the Central Plains, this is the best thing in the world, to achieve this wish, better than anything else! I don't want to ask for anything more!

Yue Le is different, he is not afraid of death, he just wants to use death to redeem everyone's martial spirit! You can't be so cowardly and scared anymore.

He is the emperor's most trusted person, and his death can encourage everyone more, and it can show Shunzhi's strong confidence and determination to enter the Central Plains again!

Yue Le climbed onto the roof, and he shouted, "Everyone must pick up our martial spirit!" You can't be afraid of each other anymore! Cheer up! Fight! You are all my Baturu of the Qing Dynasty! ”

As he spoke, he tied the dragon flag to his body, using himself as a flagpole, he stood upright, his eyes were still looking in the direction of Liaodong, and he had infinite affection for Shunzhi.

He sighed in his heart: "It's a pity, Your Majesty, I can no longer see the glory you founded!" I can't be by your side anymore! ”

"Boom! Boom! Yue Le died under the bombardment of the cannon, and then the roof on which he was standing was also blown down, and his body was buried underneath, and in the end it did not make the dragon flag of the Manchu Qing Dynasty fly again.

He just glanced at him, he was still sitting on his master's chair, he seemed very safe, he had taken the poison, and he was waiting for the poison to die.

A large group of soldiers surrounded them, and they faced Suppression, because the Manchu soldiers were either killed or wounded, or they were all taken prisoner, and the recovery of Beijing was a foregone conclusion.

He looked at them, and he smiled and said, "You can't catch me!" Ha Lu Ha! Long live the Qing Dynasty! Hooray! As soon as he finished speaking, blood came out of his mouth, and he took the poison, so he swallowed the last breath with his head tilted.

The soldiers around Curb Pilon all committed suicide, and corpses were piled up all around Curb Pillon.

And the soldiers of Zhang Jun couldn't help but be very excited, they succeeded, they captured the capital, they shouted: "Victory!" We've won! ”

Yes! Victory! The capital fell into the hands of Zhang Biwu...... (To be continued......)