Qin Army: In March of the ninth year of Chongzhen, Sun Chuanting asked Ying to be appointed governor of Shaanxi, responsible for exterminating the peasant army. The army was built in Yulin, called the Qin army.

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In May of the sixteenth year of Chongzhen (1643), the imperial court ordered Sun Chuanting to supervise the military affairs of Henan and Sichuan, and then promoted to the secretary of the military department, renamed the superintendent, and supervised the military affairs of Shanxi, Huguang, Guizhou, Jiangnan and the north......

In Beijing in May, the spring is brilliant, but on the originally most prosperous road from Yongding Gate to the Bell and Drum Tower, there is no hustle and bustle of the past, and everywhere is showing a state of depression and malaise.

Passers-by were in a hurry, looking anxious, and had no interest in the stalls on both sides, just keeping their heads buried in the road. And the small vendors on both sides of the street have no intention of doing business, and they all copy their hands, gathering together in groups of three or five, as if discussing something.

"It's going to change!" An older vendor shook his head and sighed, his ravine-crisscrossed face full of sadness.

Another skinny vendor looked around, put his hand to his mouth, and whispered, "Is Li Zicheng going to come in?" ”

"Didn't the imperial court send Lord Sun to fight?" One of the younger vendors said he wasn't as worried as the first two.

The older vendor shook his head again, sighed, and said, "It's too hasty, it's too hasty..."

Speaking of this, he paused, looked around, and whispered to the other two, "Isn't this a way for Lord Sun to rush to death?" ”

"Boss, have a piece of candy." A low, cold voice suddenly appeared in front of the booth, breaking the atmosphere of the conversation between the three of them.

The three of them looked up at the same time, and they saw a tall and handsome young man standing in front of them.

"Eh, okay, five cents." The emaciated vendor said hurriedly, and quickly wrapped a piece of candy and handed it to the young man.

After the young man took the champion candy, he put a piece of silver in his hand, "Don't look for it, go to the countryside for refuge, Beijing is not safe." ”

After saying that, he turned around and left, without even raising his head.

Looking at the young man's thin and straight back, the three of them looked at each other.

"This is the champion candy?" A man with a strange accent caught up with the young man, pointing to the candy in his hand with a curious tone.

The young man stopped and turned his head to look at the daredevils beside him.

The daredevil, dressed in an ordinary scarf crewneck, looked ordinary, but he was very tall, about the same height as a young man, but larger.

In addition to being unusually tall, her complexion is also very white, a few points whiter than the skin color of the eldest girl. The face is wide and the cheekbones are high, the eye sockets are three-dimensional and deep, and the eyeballs are not black or brown, but blue, and when illuminated by the sun, they are as blue as the deep sea, reflecting a mysterious luster.

However, it can be seen from the gray temples and beard that he is not young.

This is an elderly Hongyi (the general term for Europeans in ancient times).

"Hmm." The young man nodded, and continued to walk forward, without looking at Hongyi again.

"Wait!" Hongyi hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the young man.

"Huh?" The young man frowned slightly, revealing a hint of impatience.

"I... My name is Pierre Gastrione, and I am a painter, a painter from Italy, which is what you call Italy. Hongyi hurriedly explained.

The young man did not speak, but looked at the half-grown old man, who claimed to be an Italian painter, with an indifferent expression.

"I... I'm about to return home and I want to.. I would like to make you a picture as my last souvenir in your country. Seeing that the young man did not say anything, Pierre rubbed his hands together a little nervously.

"Draw me?" The young man asked, still unfazed.

"Uh-huh, is that okay?" Pierre nodded hurriedly, his hands folded with anticipation in his eyes.

"Why?" The young man tilted his head, as if puzzled.

"Because you have the appearance of Chenning, you have an extraordinary bearing, and you have a good demeanor." and the air of despair from the inside out, Pierre added inwardly.

Although the people around him were reluctant to accept the reality of the imminent collapse of the country, as an Italian who had experienced the wars of religion, he was no less sensitive to war than he was to oil paint.

Therefore, he had to leave before Beijing was captured.

Before leaving, Pierre wanted to find the most beautiful scene in the streets of Beijing and paint it on canvas as a souvenir for the future, after all, he spent several springs, summers, autumns and winters in Beijing.

However, after searching for a long time, he did not find the spot he liked.

Just as Pierre was wandering the streets of Beijing with his melancholy, he passed by this desperate young man.

The man was tall, cold-looking, and dressed in short brown ink-colored, walking on the bustling streets, which was so eye-catching that even the women and girls passing by couldn't help but look back.

However, what attracted Pierre the most was not the man's striking appearance, but his frustrating temperament, and he felt that there must be an unusual tragic story behind this young man.

As a painter, Pierre is best at capturing the various scents of people, and through the breath that emanates from them, he can speculate about their life and experience.

Pierre felt that this young man was like a crumbling Ming dynasty, and there was no life in him.

Instead of painting some rigid scenes, it is better to paint this young man into the painting, which can better represent the last Ming Dynasty.

So, he quietly followed the young man, waiting for the right opportunity to strike up a conversation with him.

"Oh." The light man thought for a moment and said, "Okay." ”

Pierre didn't expect him to agree so quickly, dancing happily, and his face turned red, "Really.. Are you sure? ”

"Hmm." Looking at Pierre's cheeks, which turned white to red, the corners of the young man's mouth hooked slightly.

"That.. Then go to me, I live around here. Pierre took the young man in his arms and walked towards the courtyard where he had rented.

Turning a narrow alley, Pierre led the young man to a courtyard he rented.

The courtyard is not large, surrounded by inverted seats, main houses and wing rooms, in today's words, it is a small courtyard.

"You sit down first, I'll go in and get the painting materials." Pierre wiped the stone table and bench with his sleeve to seat the young man, and then ran into the house.

The young man looked around, lifted his robe, straddled the stone bench, put the champion candy on the stone table, picked up the outer layer of oiled paper with his slender fingers, and put a piece in his mouth.

Sugar is sweet, but heart, but bitter.

"Long waiting!" Pierre ran out with his easel and materials in his arms, his forehead covered with fine sweat.

"Do you eat sugar?" The young man pushed the candy forward.

"Thank you." Pierre picked one up and put it in his mouth, it felt too sweet.

After fiddling with the easel, Pierre asked the young man to stand under a large tree, facing him against the light.

The young man didn't say anything, just stood behind the tree, a little cramped, not knowing where to put his hands.

"Feel free, stand however you normally would." Pierre said.

After the young man readjusted his standing posture, his hands naturally drooped, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he looked down diagonally, as if he had a thousand thoughts to be solved.

"Okay, that's it!" Pierre was pleased with the young man's current state.

The wind swayed and swept the leaves past the young man, and blew the hem of his garment, but he remained unmoved, as if petrified.

Pierre picked up the charcoal and quickly traced the physical features of the young man, then began to color them.

Just as Pierre picked up the brush and began to color, a translucent gas emanated from the young man's body, floated in mid-air for a while, floated onto Pierre's brush, and finally merged with the paint on it, and was attached to the canvas along with the paint.

However, neither of them noticed the translucent gas.

"It's done, it's perfect!" Probably because of inspiration, it took Pierre less than two hours to complete the painting.

"Well, you can move, it's hard work." Pierre said to the young man, still petrified.

"Hmm." The young man nodded and walked over to the canvas.

"Are you still satisfied?" Pierre looked at the young man on the canvas, and then at the young man in front of him, feeling that he had captured the essence, and he was quite proud.

"Hmm." The young man nodded again, making no further comment.

"It's going to take a few days to get it completely, so come back and get it then." Pierre said with some reluctance.

"No, you can stay, this painting will be my remains." The young man said lightly.

"What?" Pierre looked at the young man with uncertainty and shock in his eyes.

"I am a deputy general of the Qin army, and I am about to go out to resist Li Zicheng's army, if the army is defeated, I will definitely die in battle, and I am afraid that there will be no bones!" The young man rejected, and raised his head to look at the horizon.

It was already evening, and the sunset had stained the sky red, like a smear of blood.

No wonder he is so sad and desperate, it turns out that he is Sun Chuanting's Qin army general!

Pierre frowned and sighed inwardly.

"Young man, I'm sure you'll win!" Although he was not optimistic about Sun Chuanting's hasty response this time, Pierre still patted the young man on the shoulder and encouraged him.

"Thank you, sir, for your good words, farewell!" The young man clenched his fists, saluted Pierre, and then turned and strode away.

"Oops, I forgot to ask him what his last name is!" It wasn't until the figure of the young man disappeared into the courtyard that Pierre suddenly realized and patted his head and said.

Turning around, he found that the young man had forgotten to take the candy that he had placed on the stone table.

"I hope this champion candy can bring good luck to him and Qin Jun." Pierre picked up a champion candy and stuffed it into his mouth, and after sipping it, his molars hurt after being sweetened again.

Unfortunately, Zhuangyuan Candy did not bring any good luck to the young man and Qin Jun.

In August of the sixteenth year of Chongzhen (1643), Sun Chuanting personally led Bai Guangen, Gao Jie and other 100,000 troops to Tongguan, and at the same time left Liangyu to the west, and the general soldiers Chen Yongfu and Qin Yiming respectively took Henan and Sichuan soldiers as horns.

In September, Sun Chuanting was defeated in Ruzhou, and Li Zicheng pursued and killed 400 miles in one day, directly driving Mengjin, and more than 40,000 Ming troops were killed in battle, losing a large number of weapons and baggage.

In October, Li Zicheng conquered Tongguan, and the general soldiers Bai Guangen and Chen Yongfu surrendered to Li Zicheng. Li Zicheng besieged Sun Chuanting with 100,000 troops, Sun Chuanting retreated to Weinan, on the third day of October, Sun Chuanting was killed in battle, and Sun Chuanting was killed in battle, as well as tens of thousands of Qin troops led by him, including this unknown young man, their bodies were not found.

The young man said that after all, their blood stained the yellow sand, and their bones were completely ......

When the disappearance of Sun Chuanting and the Qin army was reported to Pierre, Pier was already in Zhangzhou, packing his luggage and preparing to leave Daming and return to Italy by ship.

He was full of emotion, took out the unframed oil painting, and after carefully examining it, decided to name it "The Last Qin Army".

With a sad look, he found a frame made of paulownia wood and planned to frame it.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew and confused Pierre's eyes.

Just as he closed his eyes, a translucent figure floated in through the window, wandered around the room, and then went straight into the canvas......