Liu Fangliang led the main force of the First Corps of the Third Army of the Guards Army into Weihui Mansion City.

At this time, he also noticed Miyateru Ritsu, the only place on the city wall that had not been destroyed.

Because Gong Zhaolu was really cold at this time, he had to stand up and read "Crossing Zero Ding Yang" in the distance in a very arrogant posture

"Panic beachhead said panic, zero Ding Yang sighed zero Ding. All men are mortal? Keep Dan in mind. ”

Gong Zhaolu read very sadly, he hoped that the military general below who seemed to be quite polite and polite could pay attention to himself, notice that he was a gentleman loyal to the Qing Dynasty, so that he felt his loyalty and chose to appease himself, and he could also be rescued by these Ming troops from the city wall with dignity, and even survive, maybe he could just fool around, and then offer some money, food and beauties, maybe he could also ask for an official position.

"Pity my palace for failing to win the Toad Palace, and facing the destruction of the country and the family, the emperor, my emperor of the Qing Dynasty!"

Gong Zhaolu shouted again after reading the poem, and secretly glanced at the Ming army entering the city below.

The courteous military general is Sima Zhong, the word Demao, the governor of the First Corps of the Third Army of the Ming Guards, a native of Wang Xuemen, and he is the most unaccustomed to the Confucian officials pretending to be in tune, he also laughed when he saw Gong Zhaolu like this, and said to Liu Fangliang: "Go and have a look." ”

Liu Fangliang nodded.

Therefore, Sima Zhong hit his horse and walked over: "This official is the Imperial History of the Right Governor of the Third Army of the Ming Dynasty and the Governor of the First Corps of the Third Army of the Ming Dynasty, who are you?" ”

"This brother, don't persuade me, although you and I are both disciples of Confucius and Mencius, and we are full of holy learning, but you and I are our own masters, Gong admires the righteousness of your colleagues, but Gong has decided to go on a hunger strike and observe the festival, don't persuade me, and don't find someone to save me!"

Gong Zhaolu said and recited the poem again: "I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see the comers after; Thinking of the world and the world, I am alone and crying; Great Qing, Great Qing! ”

"The official didn't say that he wanted to persuade you, nor did he say that he wanted to save you, since you want to go on a hunger strike and observe the festival, you should go on a hunger strike and keep the festival, it's just cynical!"

When Sima Zhong was talking, Bi Fuguang, an officer of the Guards under his command who had just won the Henan Xie Yuan, couldn't help asking:

"Futai, do you need the lower officials to kill him with a shot, the lower officials can't see that this kind of person thinks that this is very commendable, when the Tartars went south, why didn't he be loyal to the Ming Dynasty, his father was just a rural village man who jumped into a well and died, what loyalty did he have here!"

"You don't have to shoot him with a gun, you waste a bullet in vain, and a bullet is money".

Sima Zhong smiled as he spoke, glancing at the palace Zhaolu.

"Either the subordinate officer will let the artillery kill him", Bi Fuguang is very unaccustomed to people who pretend to be forced by Gong Zhaolu, so now he can't wait for this palace Zhaolu to die, especially when he thinks of the scene where his father was forced to death by a shaved Xiucai in order not to shave his hair, he is even more angry with these hypocritical scholars.

"A cannonball is even more valuable, since he wants to go on a hunger strike, let him go on a hunger strike and die, and when he dies, his own crow will take his flesh."

When Sima Zhong was talking, Liu Fangliang came over at some point:

"This person knows this person, this person still wanted to join Lao Tzu and said that he would help me destroy the Ming Dynasty, but now he is going to observe the festival for the Qing Dynasty, Bi Fuguang, you take a few people to watch here, to see when he dies of hunger, didn't the newspapers in Nanjing City say that people starve for seven days before dying, see how many days he can starve."

Liu Fangliang said and left with Sima Zhong and the others.

And Bi Fuguang was also interested when he heard Liu Fangliang say this, and stayed aside to see how long this palace law would last.

Gong Zhaolu couldn't help but shrink his neck, pursed his dry lips, and touched his cooing belly, but then he straightened his posture again, thinking that he couldn't show his timidity yet, they would definitely look back at themselves, they must be deliberately testing themselves.

But what Gong Zhaolu didn't expect was that Liu Fangliang and Sima Zhong, the two generals of the Ming army, did not come back after leaving, only a low-level military attache sat below and watched him.

"Don't go, wasn't that person just now the right to the imperial history, it stands to reason that he should be a cherisher, why did he leave!"

Gong Zhaolu shouted in his heart, a cold wind blew, and he couldn't help but tremble again, and couldn't help but miss his concubine's warm chest.

Seeing that only Bi Fuguang, a military attache of the Ming army, was here, and there was no one left, he couldn't help but shout to Bi Fuguang with a shy smile:

"Hey, hey, this brother, I see that your heavenly court is full of square circles, and you will be a prince and general in the future, but you are still missing a noble person in your life."

"Noble? Say, what noble man am I missing? ”

Bi Fuguang didn't expect this person to talk to him, so he asked, and at one time a guard cook brought Bi Fuguang's dinner: "Captain Bi, this is your dinner, during the march, it's a little simpler." ”

"It's okay, it's hard for your brothers in the cooking class", Bi Fuguang said, and directly picked up a piece of stewed pork ribs and gnawed it, and looked at Gong Zhaolu while gnawing.

Gong Zhaolu saw that his eyes were straight, he swallowed his saliva, and his stomach screamed louder, so he couldn't help but purse his lips:

"You are still missing a military advisor in your fate, you are destined to be a general, but you are still short of a military advisor like Zhuge Liang, Gong is not talented but also knows astronomy and geography, and is known as the seventh son of Wei Hui, who can help you succeed."

"You said that you know astronomy and geography, then the official will test you, do you know what is the boiling point of water?"

When Bi Fuguang asked, Gong Zhaolu's face was full of question marks, but he also deliberately pretended:

"I'm a little hungry, you give me something to eat, and I'll tell you."

"Aren't you going on a hunger strike, why do you still want to eat, what kind of specifications do you have to eat, it is only the official of the sixth grade that can be used, and you are also worthy of it?" As soon as Bi Fuguang said this, Gong Zhaolu did not mention his hunger strike at all, and only argued: "You are also a six-rank military attaché, and I am a member of the Qing Dynasty!" ”

"I'm sorry, I'm also a lifter, and it's Xie Yuan, I will know all the eight articles you know, six years before enlisting in the army, although I can't match the knowledge of my teacher, but it's not worse than you, the seventh son of Wei Hui."

Bi Fuguang couldn't help but laugh as he spoke.

"Look at your sweeping attitude with martial artists, Lingshi is only afraid that he is just an old boy in the countryside, what Xie Yuan, you are just Xie Yuan in Henan Province, and you are just a little more literate than a group of martial artists."

Miyateru Ritsu said proudly.

"Mentor Chen Renzhong (Chen Zilong)! However, I don't bother to talk nonsense with you, you go on a hunger strike slowly, tell me when you last had a meal, so that the experiment can be more accurate. ”

When Bi Fuguang said this, Gong Zhaolu was surprised that this guy was actually Chen Zilong's student, and he was also afraid that this person would really starve himself to death, so he couldn't help but show a smile:

"It turned out to be a high-ranking disciple of Mr. in the people, disrespectful, disrespectful, and suddenly figured it out in the next, there is no way in the Qing Dynasty, maybe it is a gentleman's move to conform to the will of heaven, so the hunger strike can be abolished, and I hope that this brother will help him, and he will be willing to be a staff member for you."

(End of chapter)