"I usually talk about my heart with my hands, but the water is too cold when I am in danger."

Jiang Xinghuo laughed and told Zhu Di a little story.

"In the future I saw, the Jurchen soldiers approached the city, just like they searched the mountains and inspected the sea hundreds of years ago, and ran rampant in the south of the Yangtze River."

"Qian Qianyi, the leader of Donglin, claimed in a high-profile manner that he wanted to follow Qu Yuan's example, committed suicide by throwing himself into the water, and vowed to live and die with the Ming Dynasty, not only that, but he also led his family to Changshu Shanghu Lake, ready to find the lake to commit suicide."

"However, on the day of committing suicide by throwing himself into the water, Qian Qianyi hesitated by the lake, and Liu Ru, the wife of Qin Huai's famous prostitute next to him, said to him, 'It is appropriate to take the righteousness of the whole festival and make a name for himself'."

Qian Qianyi was helpless, touched the lake water, and said leisurely: The water is too cold to go down, Liu Ru is desperate to sink into the pool water, but was stopped by Qian Qianyi. That's why the water is so cold. ”

Zhu Di listened to this little story, except for the disdain on his face, he didn't have any special reaction, but just said lightly.

"It's not strange that there are good ministers in Jiangnan who are not as many prostitutes as Qinhuai."

In fact, in the past few months after Zhu Di led the Yan army across the river, he has seen too many such scholars.

Xie Jin, Hu Guang, aren't they all like this? It's just that the contrast is not so outrageous.

Therefore, Zhu Di is not surprised at all.

However, the next little story soon made Zhu Di's anger value full in an instant.

"As for the itchy scalp?"

"This means that since the Song Dynasty, the Jurchens have been shaving their scalps and wearing pigtails, and in order to destroy the Han people from the traditional etiquette level of clothing, etiquette and music, the Jurchens forcibly promoted shaving and changing clothes wherever they went."

"And Cheng Zhu Lixue firmly believes that the body is skinned, and the parents who receive it cannot be easily damaged."

"The so-called generation of famous Confucians in science and the suzerain of the literary world, Qian Qianyi has always declared the same."

"Yet."

"After returning home, Qian Qianyi first said to his family, 'The scalp is very itchy', and then he found a head shaving master, shaved the Jurchen money rat tail hairstyle, and then led the civil and military officials in the city, opened the city gate, and knelt down to the Jurchens to beg."

"It's called 'scalp too itchy.'"

After listening to this story, Zhu Di forgot to be angry for a while.

After half a ring, he suddenly reached out and smashed another handrail, and he was still puzzled and got up directly.

"I've never heard of such a brazen person!"

As he spoke, Zhu Di stood up, his eyes fell on Jiang Xinghuo's body, and his expression was complicated.

The Donglin Party, which is composed of the Jiangnan gentry class as the main body, is unreliable, and Zhu Di has expectations in his heart.

Once the Ming Dynasty died, it was normal for this group of gentry to defect to the new dynasty for the sake of their own glory and wealth.

But the shamelessness of Qian Qianyi, the leader of Donglin, still refreshed the lower limit of Zhu Di's cognition.

"I, Daming, if it really comes to the point of destroying the country, will there be no loyal ministers and good generals?"

Zhu Di stared at Jiang Xinghuo deadly.

I'm afraid that he will give himself a "Congratulations, you guessed right".

One breath.

Two breaths.

Time passed slowly, but Jiang Xinghuo never said a word.

Zhu Di's heart also slowly sank.

Just when Zhu Di was about to open his mouth and break this embarrassing silence.

Jiang Xinghuo suddenly spoke.

"Jiang said it before."

"After Jingkang, at the turn of the two Song Dynasty, what Yue Fei's Northern Expedition represented was by no means his one person and one army, but millions of people in the Central Plains of the Two Rivers."

"Then Your Majesty thinks that when the same Jurchen invasion and the country are in danger, the Great Song Dynasty has Yue Fei, Han Shizhong, Liu Qi, Wu Jie, Wu Lan and others who will come forward, is it not as good as the Great Song Dynasty?"

Zhu Di's clenched fists under his robe quietly let go.

And the story scenes constructed by Jiang Xinghuo's next words seem to take Zhu Di to experience those "history" that have not yet happened.

——————

Cold rain.

"General, defeated! Withdraw! ”

"yes, it's too late to retreat!"

A young general wiped a handful of rain and blood from his face, revealing a hideous smile.

"Withdraw? Since Lao Tzu joined the army with his uncle, he doesn't know what it means to withdraw! ”

The young general looked up into the distance, and the mountains were all over the wilderness, full of endless Ming army routs, they threw away their armor, rolled up their flags, and fled in embarrassment.

Only the cavalry around the young general is quite complete.

The horses were snorting uneasily with their heads held high, and a white mist spread out.

Everyone is waiting for the decision of the god of war in their minds.

The young general slowly pulled down his mask, and on the cold bronze beast's face, only the cold light from his eyes remained.

"Everyone!"

"This battle is the battle between my Ming Dynasty and Jiannu National Fortune, the heaven and earth are about to collapse, I am willing to follow my Cao Bianjiao to save the sky and take a step forward!"

More than 1,000 Guanning iron horsemen under his command took a step forward in unison.

The earthquake trembled, and even the surrounding rout soldiers couldn't help but be stunned, and immediately detoured.

"Good, good! Good son, come with me to the battlefield! ”

In the eyes of the young general, only the enemy's side was left.

In September of the thirteenth year of Chongzhen, the battle of Songjin, all the armies of the Ming army fled, but Cao Bianjiao personally led his subordinates to rush to the Jin army array, and reached the Huangtaiji army.

Unfortunately, the general trend was unstoppable, and in the end, due to the lack of strength, Cao Bianjiao was bloody and heavy armor, and regretted to retire.

——————

Tongguan city wall.

The mountains are steep and the rivers are surging.

A senior officer in military uniform, holding Shang Fang's sword tightly in his hand, looked at the exhausted army below.

"Inspector, you can't get out!"

Several general soldiers knelt down in front of him and persuaded him.

One of them also took out a ripe persimmon from his arms and said with tears streaming down his face.

"Have you forgotten how the Battle of Persimmon Garden was lost? Now Henan Chidi thousands of miles, there is no population at all, our army does not stick to the Tongguan natural danger, but has to go out of the pass to meet the thief, once leaving Tongguan, it is extremely difficult to find Li Zicheng's traces, not to mention, the supply line is very easy to be cut off by the rogues, this is a taboo for soldiers! ”

Another general said: "Brother Shuhan of the Tang Dynasty, Xi Tushi Fort took the purple robe, and rampant in Qinghai with a knife at night, what a Xuanhe character?" As soon as he got out of Tongguan, he took the initiative to abandon the pass and fight in the plains with a tired and weak brigade, and he took the road to death! ”

Instead of drawing his sword and cutting off the heads of these "war-fearing" commanders as before, this military officer looked at Guan He in the distance and sighed.

"Why doesn't this Inspector know?"

"But. . . The emperor's order is hard to disobey! ”

The senior man in military uniform pursed his lips tightly, and his face became serious and resolute.

In an almost resolute tone, he drew Shang Fang's sword and announced his order to his subordinates.

"Although there are tens of millions of people, I will go!"

"Today, out of the customs!"

All the soldiers looked excited, but no one dissuaded them anymore, but each prepared his troops and horses.

On the third day of October in the sixteenth year of Chongzhen, there were clouds, the court died, and the Ming Dynasty died.

——————

The Jurchens besieged the city, and the 240,000 troops joined forces for hundreds of miles.

Standing at the head of the city, watching the black and overwhelming enemy forces outside the city.

Everyone's hearts beat drums.

After all, not so long ago, they were ordinary people, laborers, bricklayers, porters.

"Scared?"

A middle-aged man in a gray shirt looked at his companion gently.

"No, not afraid!"

"With Yan Dian's presence, we are not afraid! You were the one who led us to fight against the Jiang bandits in the first place! ”

The crowd was clamoring.

At this time, the sound of horses' hooves sounded outside the city, but it was several horsemen with tall horses, surrounded by a general in gorgeous armor, who came to the city.

The general was still a loud voice and said loudly.

"Jiangnan has no owner, the king descends early, and he can keep his wealth!"

The people at the head of the city looked at it, but it was Liu Liangzuo, the chief soldier who surrendered to the Jurchens.

The gray-shirted middle-aged man replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"A certain Ming Dynasty has a classic history, and he still knows the righteousness. The general is an important town of the country, and he cannot protect Jianghuai, but is the vanguard of the enemy.

General Liu's color changed and he reprimanded angrily: "Qian Qianyi has been reduced, how are you compared to Qian Qianyi?" ”

The middle-aged man in the gray shirt smiled gently.

"I'm a little official, but unfortunately I was born with hard bones and can't kneel."

When General Liu heard this, he was stunned, and without saying a word, he rode his horse and retreated with his subordinates in shame.

——————

Looking at Jiang Xinghuo, who was paused, Zhu Di asked anxiously.

"And then? What happened? ”

Jiang Xinghuo said in a difficult voice: "Later, Yan Yingyuan led 3,000 strong men and 60,000 righteous people to resist the enemy under the city, and the army was alone in blood, so that the invincible Jurchen Iron Cavalry lost 75,000 soldiers, 18 generals, and the three princes hated the city. ”

"However, after a long time, there were heavy casualties in Jiangyin City, the lime in the city was cut off, and the city could not be repaired at night, and the rice was getting less and less, so we could only rely on collecting rice from the people to prepare for the shortage, Yan Yingyuan ordered to receive rice once every two days, and it was not allowed to receive it in advance."

"Around the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Jurchens threw letters of surrender into the city with arrows, and asked the surrounding villagers to sing songs, in order to make an embattled story, trying to break the hearts of the defending army."

"However, the people of Jiangyin carried the pot to the city tower, raised a glass and drank bitterly, all the beings Xu used to imitate the Chu song, made the "Five Watches Turn", let the people who are good at singing climb high and sing, and harmonize with the sheng, flute, flute and drums, at that time there was no fiber in the sky, the bright moon was in the sky, the dew was thin, the sword and halberd were silent, the yellow crossbow, the division drum, and the huqin were in the enemy tower of the West City, and the song was tragic and magnificent, resounding in the sky."

"Allah is handsome, when she hears the song, she sighs, the so-called shaking the mountain is easy, shaking this city is difficult."

"On the day of the city breaking, Yan Yingyuan climbed the city with a sigh of relief, sat on top of the enemy tower in the east city, was self-assured, asked for a pen, and wrote a desperate poem on the city gate."

"Then Yan Yingyuan led a hundred dead soldiers, galloped through the street fighters, killed and wounded thousands, after being captured, resolutely did not kneel to the Jurchens, was pierced in the shin, blood boiled and served, but never bent his knees, and finally died heroically at dusk."

Zhu Di's voice already carried a slight trembling.

"What is his last poem?"

Jiang Xinghuo spoke slowly.

"Eighty days with allegiance, the seventeenth dynasty of Taizu."

"100,000 people will die with one heart and stay in the Ming Dynasty for 300 miles."

Zhu Di was stunned when he heard this, and immediately, he actually covered the corners of his eyes with his hands.

(End of chapter)