This science subject didn't ask why Hou Ye laughed at such stupid words, but looked at Li Xingzhi who fell into maniac laughter with trepidation.

"Well, what is the purpose of your departure from the city? Didn't Ben Hou say that tomorrow was the hour? ”

After laughing, Li Xingzhi suddenly drew his knife, picked the head of Barda Tiger on the tip of the knife, and looked at Ben Science who was kneeling on the ground lightly.

"The slaves have been waiting for a long time to admire the power of the Hou Ye, where do they dare to resist the Hou Ye Heavenly Soldiers, the pseudo-Qing Empress Zhezhe is preparing to kill the nobles of Manchuria, and wants to martyr for Hong Tai, the minions have already controlled them, and please ask the Hou Ye to see the minions and other repentance, spare the minions and the minions' subordinates, and the minions will definitely go to the soup for the Hou Ye."

Ben Science knelt on the ground, and didn't dare to look up at Li Xingzhi, who was playing with the head of the Barda Tiger.

"Very good, you have been recognized by Ben Hou with your performance, Li Rui, you immediately lead people to control the puppet Qing Imperial City, let all the Manchurian soldiers inside lay down their weapons, and Ben Shuai will stay in the Tartar Inner Palace tonight."

Li Xingzhi was noncommittal about the words of this science, threw Baldahu's head, and finally issued an order to enter the Shengjing Imperial Palace.

"Thank you, minion, Lord Hou for not killing!"

"Thank you, minion, Lord Hou for not killing!"

Ben Science followed Li Xingzhi's horse and trotted into the Daqing Gate.

As the Jingbei soldiers entered the puppet Qing palace without blood, the Manchurian soldiers on the Great Qing Gate finally put down their weapons and knelt down in front of the Jingbei army.

"Are you right? Are you right, Your Majesty? You scum of the Manchurians, An Zhuhu Wai asked you if the old Khan was sorry for you, whether the emperor was sorry for you, how could you bear to hand over the mourning family to the Ming people? ”

Zhezhe in the Qingning Palace looked at An Zhuhu and the Manchurian Yellow Banner Eight Banners standing with knives inside and outside the palace with a desperate expression.

"Master, the slave is also forced to do so, the Ming people keep saying that the emperor has been mourned, and the soldiers have long lost the confidence to resist, in order to keep the little master, the slave has to make this decision."

Looking at Zhezhe, whose expression was distorted to the extreme, An Zhuhu lowered his head in shame, he is a serious Jianzhou Jurchen, since the era of the old slave, he and his people have enjoyed the war dividends of the Jianzhou Jurchen, and his father Alamu was awarded the third-class Ada Hahafan secular position, to put it mildly, without the old slave, their father and son would have died in the Savage Mountain of Jianzhou a long time ago, where will there be today's scenery.

"An Zhuhu, the mourning family still has a little remorse for you, your father is now on a journey with the emperor, if you listen to the mourning family, when the emperor returns to the teacher, he will definitely not treat your people badly."

"Queen...... Minion...... Empress......! ”

An Zhuhu's right hand trembled to the extreme, his heart was struggling, one was his father and brother's life, the other was his own life, and it was really difficult for him to make a choice.

"Why don't you listen to the edict of the mourning family?"

Seeing An Zhuhu's hesitant eyes, Zhezhe suddenly shouted, Zhezhe, who had been in the position of the puppet Qing Empress for a long time, had the majesty of the superior on his body, which An Zhuhu could not bear.

"Minions...... Minion......! ”

Under the persecution of Zhezhe, the long knife in Ahn Joo-hu's hand fell to the ground, and finally knelt down in front of Zhezhe.

"Now take your men and kill them all."

Cheol-cheol let out a long breath, slowly got up, and pressed towards An Zhuhu.

"On the orders of the commander, you should lay down your arms immediately, otherwise there will be no mercy."

"On the orders of the commander, you should lay down your arms immediately, otherwise there will be no mercy."

Just when An Zhuhu was about to surrender to Zhezhe's majesty, a group of Jingbei troops armed with swords and dances poured into the inner palace of the puppet Qing Dynasty like a tide.

Under the leadership of this science, Li Xingzhi and Li Bangjie took a hundred iron soldiers and two mandarin duck infantry teams from the third town to step into the Qingning Palace, the dormitory of the puppet Qing Empress.

No one dared to resist, and the Manchurian soldiers, who had long been shocked by the bloody scene outside the Qing Dynasty, all threw down their swords and spears.

With the tidal shouts of killing, Zhezhe could no longer care about forcing An Zhuhu to kill the Manchurian nobles in the palace, and hurriedly walked to the Dongnuan Pavilion, wanting to martyr his husband.

"Queen, you can't go!"

In the face of life and death, Ahn Joo-hu pounced on Zhezhe, who was about to turn back to the warm pavilion.

"Smack!"

The flag on Zhezhe's head was torn off by An Zhuhusheng who rushed over, fell into the Qingning Palace, and then broke into several pieces.

"Master, the slave is still young, the slave doesn't want to die, the slave's family doesn't want to die, and the slave can only live with the master."

An Zhuhu, whose family affection was defeated by his own life, held down the queen of the Qing Dynasty to the death, his face was twisted to the extreme, and he let out an endless roar.

"Okay, okay, I didn't expect Ben Shuai to see a good show, but it's useless for you to take her to invite credit to Ben Shuai, you and Ben Science and your Manchurian soldiers will all die."

Li Xingzhi suddenly changed color, and stabbed the science department in front of him.

"You...... You...... You don't talk about credit, you said you would let us go. ”

Ben Li, who was stabbed through by a long knife, desperately wanted to turn back with both hands, he didn't expect that the Ming people, who had always been known for their faithfulness, would also break their promises.

"Ben Shuai just said that you got Ben Shuai's approval, and you also said that you would go to the soup for Ben Shuai, and now Ben Shuai let you die, just to let you fulfill your promise."

The long knife in Li Xingzhi's hand twisted violently, and the organs in the abdomen of this science department were twisted all over again.

"Ahh

Ben Science only had time to let out a terrible scream before he collapsed.

At the moment when Li Xingzhi swung his sword, Li Bangjie and more than 100 iron soldiers who served as personal guards also pounced on the Manchurian soldiers who had laid down their weapons and knelt down in front of the Jingbei army.

"Puff, puff!"

Slashed with a big knife and stabbed with a spear, the more than 100 Manchurian soldiers gathered in the Qingning Palace were overwhelmed by countless Jingbei troops before they could react, leaving only stumps and flesh and a disgusting smell of blood.

"Ah......h

"Ah......h

……

In the Qingning Palace, more than 100 Manchurian noblewomen collapsed to the ground one by one, and a few even lost their incontinence because of fear, and the yellow and white filth under their bodies flowed all over the ground.

"Why?"

An Zhuhu looked at Li Xingzhi in despair, he didn't expect that in the case of the surrender of Kaicheng, this Marquis of the Ming Dynasty would actually carry a knife to kill people.

"Huangtai Jiranger and others stayed in the palace, which shows that you are the people he trusts the most, but when you faced the army of Ben Shuai, you didn't resist, did Ben Shuai dare to take you in? If Ben Shuai falls into trouble one day, can you still obey Ben Shuai's orders? Li Bangjie killed him for Ben Shuai. ”

Fushun, Tieling, Liaoyang, Shenyang, and Guangning and Jinzhou in the back are all because of the Manchurian troops in the city, although the Jingbei Army now controls Shenyang City, but Hong Taishang has a large army of 100,000, if these Manchurian soldiers are left, wouldn't it be a time bomb for themselves, so An Zhuhu and Ben Like and the Manchurian soldiers under him have to die.