The village house in the back.

The last resistance of Liu Tichun, the Duke of Anhui.

It has been the fifth day since Lao Mugang retreated to this place.

In the past five days, the rebel generals Tian Heng and Wan He have continuously driven the rebels to storm the village in the back, and the soldiers of the Ming army loyal to Liu Tichun have been killed under the onslaught of the rebels, and the whole army is now less than 500 people.

The two stockades in front of the village house were occupied by the rebels, and the Ming army, which was trapped by the rebels, had no possibility of breaking through, and it was already impossible to escape.

Tian Heng, who was sure of the victory, sent people to shout for the Ming army to surrender, and even threatened the Ming army's family members in the village, but none of the Ming troops were willing to surrender.

As a last resort, Tian Heng ordered a final attack.

After all, he and Wanhe gave the Manchurians a package ticket, and completely annihilated the remnants of Liu Tichun in two days at the latest.

The attack was ordered, and the quiet mountain recess that was quiet for less than a moment shouted again.

The shouts of killing were accompanied by the loss of fresh lives.

The loyal man who seemed to be unwilling to see the falling mountain recesses in the rising red sun quietly hid in the dark clouds drifting from the northwest direction.

The passing of the sun made Dewushan extremely cold again.

The total army is a big use, with the last remnants of more than 100 people, still stubbornly guarding the Zhuangkou.

After two rounds of fighting, there were only thirty soldiers left who could still stand beside him.

Even he himself was hit by several arrows.

The arrow wound prevented him from standing on his own, and he had to hold on to his broadsword and glare at the approaching rebels.

"Kill!"

Xu Ming, the rebel commander who led the team, drove his subordinates to rush up again.

After another burst of slashing, Cheng Dayong had no living subordinates around him.

These soldiers, whose names no one even remembers, defended the Ming Dynasty with their lives and their last dignity as Han Chinese.

Looking at the rebels who pointed at him with knives and spears, 58-year-old Cheng Dayong was not afraid at all, but sat down slowly with a big knife, and then trembled and took out a pack of tobacco leaves from his arms.

Two rebels wanted to come forward and turn out to be of great use, but they were stopped by Xu Ming, who led the team.

"These babies are all good children, none of them have ever married a daughter-in-law, it's because I can't stand them, alas."

After taking out the cigarette pouch pinned to his waist, Cheng Da put the tobacco leaves into the pot with a trembling hand in front of the rebels, and then took a deep puff with a fire fold.

Since there was no order, the rebels did not dare to step forward, so they looked at the gray-haired old soldier in front of them with their knives.

After a few puffs of "let's click" in a row, Cheng Dayong exhaled: "After smoking for so many years, Chudi's cigarettes are still not as good as those in my hometown." ”

casually threw the cigarette pouch that was still burning on the ground, and said to the rebel Qian Zong who was looking at him: "Can you kid let me do it myself?" ”

"Cheng Zongbing, please!"

Xu Ming agreed to the last request of his former boss.

"It's a nostalgic one."

Cheng Dayong smiled and slowly stood up with a knife, "After I die, if you still remember the past, send my ashes back to Mizhi's hometown to bury them with my father and mother." ”

Xu Ming nodded slightly.

Cheng Dayong didn't say anything more, only looked up at the surrounding mountains, and then looked at the dolls who fell around, and suddenly used all his strength to slash the long knife towards his neck.

Before he died, he made a final voice: "Liu Shuai, take the first step!" ”

.........

The loss of the fortress caused countless rebels to rush into the village.

The remnants of the Ming army are still resisting.

Among them is Liu Tichun's only son, Liu Heng.

"Little grandfather, there are too many thieves, you hurry up and stand out, hurry! You two have to live! ”

Seeing that the general trend has gone, the deputy general Zhang En is anxious to protect Liu Shuai's son from breaking through.

But Liu Heng, who was only 25 years old, broke free of Zhang En's hand, rushed towards the incoming rebels with a knife, and shouted without looking back: "Uncle Zhang, my father said that there is no queen of loyal ministers, and today my father and son will both die here!" ”

Strong, all fucking strong!

Looking at the back of the little grandfather rushing into the crowd of rebels, Zhang En stomped his feet, gritted his teeth and rushed forward with a big knife.

"Kill!"

Liu Heng is killing, Zhang En is killing, and the last Ming army is killing!

Trapped beasts are still fighting!

However, there were so many rebels that hundreds of people surrounded them.

"Father!"

Liu Heng, who was covered in blood, suddenly turned around and shouted at the top of Shangzhuang.

He knew he was going to die.

In sight, there was no father in sight.

But he knew that his father was there watching him.

"For Daming, for Liu Shuai!"

The remnants of the Ming army screamed and fell.

In the distance in Zhongzhuang, there are also Ming troops fighting bravely with the rebels who rushed in.

But it's a group of women!

A group of women with knives!

At the head was a woman whose face was red with blood and whose hair was scattered.

These female soldiers of the Ming army behaved no worse than the men at the last moment, occupying the terrain and constantly resisting the rebels, making it difficult for the rebels, who were far outnumbered by them, to rush for a while.

But everyone knows that they will eventually be swallowed up by a flood of rebels.

In front of a big house in Shangzhuang.

The figure of a middle-aged couple stood there alone.

The shouting seemed to stop abruptly here.

The man looked at his wife next to him several times, and tried to speak several times, but several times he stopped.

Until she looked at her wife again, the woman suddenly smiled: "When did you Liu Erhu become such a mother-in-law?" ”

Looking at his wife's face and the smile in his eyes, Liu Tichun closed his eyes like a knife, and when he opened them again, he was already resolute, and said in a deep voice to his wife who had been with him for more than 20 years: "You go first." ”

When the woman heard her husband's words, she was not frightened, but said very calmly, "I can leave at any time, but I can't let go of my children." ”

"Heng'er's temperament definitely doesn't want to live alone, and most of them will be martyred at this time... Yun'er is like a boy when she is young, she should know how to do it. ”

When he said this, the face of the dignified Ming Wanguo Duke was full of pain.

This moment is not only the last moment of his Liu Tichun, but also the last moment of his Liu family!

What hero doesn't have children's love!

"When we followed the first emperor into Beijing, Emperor Chongzhen hanged himself with white silk, and today you and I will follow his example as Chongzhen."

"Isn't that what is the case with being a loyal servant? I went first. ”

The woman's heart was also painful, but she did not want her husband to feel any regrets at the last moment.

After gently withdrawing her hands from her husband's hands, she silently walked into the room, stood on the stool that had been prepared long ago, and calmly put her head into the noose.

Liu Tichun, who was in tears, turned his back to his wife until the sound of a stool falling to the ground came from the house.

After taking a final look at the beautiful rivers and mountains, Liu Tichun also came to the house.

His wife's body was swaying slightly in the beam.

Life is long gone.

After standing on the stool prepared for him by his wife, Liu Tichun put his neck in without hesitation.

In the house, it was the last voice left by the Duke of Anhui in the Ming Dynasty to this world: "Zhu Youzhen, I, Liu Tichun, am not sorry for you!" I have protected your family for twenty years, twenty years! ”