Lu Heng's attitude is still resolute.

One does not open the city, and the other does not give food.

In short, as long as he Lu Heng is here, the Ming army will not want to get a cart of supplies from him!

As long as the walls are clear and the city is defended, and the Ming army with no food to eat will not last long!

The idea is quite right.

This is what the Ming army coach on the opposite side is most afraid of.

Things fall into a new cycle.

When the time came, Wang Wu didn't talk nonsense, and asked Cao Diwei, the captain of the personal army, to select five more Manchurian generals to push to the front.

He can lead the remnants of the army to the city of Yichang, except for not wanting to take the lead in rushing forward, relying on credit.

Soon, five unlucky ghosts were dragged out by Cao Diwei.

There was a commotion among the prisoners, and many Manchurian officers who had been fearless of death before were full of fear in their faces and in their eyes at this time.

The fear of death actually coming.

Instinctive, uncontrolled fear of the will.

The selected face was like ashes, struggling desperately, and one of the Manchurian leaders even trembled on the spot, and was so soft that he couldn't walk, and was dragged from the ground to the city by the Ming army.

The unchosen ones for no reason first gave birth to a heart of rejoicing, and then they were as colorless as ashes.

As long as the city did not agree to the request of the Ming army, they all had to die.

Huguang Governor Yang Maoxun's anxious eyes were almost sparks.

Mulima, who was pretending to be dead on the stretcher, finally made some movement, tried to support himself with his left arm, and spat thick phlegm on the ground.

Yellow and thick.

Obviously, my throat and eyes have been blocked for a while.

"Zhenghuang Banner Gongzhong Leader Suo Xue Luo's family!"

"Inlaid with yellow flags to lead the Fucha Pillar!"

"Zhenghong, the world management leader, Guo Luoluo, Changshu!"

"Zhenglan Flag co-leads the Zhaojia Comfortable Race!"

"Inlaid with a white flag to lead Fucha Khalkha!"

Accompanied by Zhang Pengyu's eloquent roll call, five Manchurian generals were taken to the city by the Ming army and beheaded.

The corpses were also piled up haphazardly, their heads neatly stacked.

The Qing army at the head of the city was stunned by a new round of beheadings.

The battalion soldiers didn't think much about it, and the death of the Manchurian adults did not touch them much, but they were quite strange one by one.

The feeling of not expecting.

Some of the battalion soldiers even found it quite enjoyable.

Those officials are miserable, and their faces are whiter than the Manchurian generals who are waiting to be slaughtered!

"Your Excellency, you have to think twice!"

This time, it was not the general Wang Jishu who came forward to persuade him, but Lu Heng's master Zheng.

Master and servant, Zheng must remind his benefactor that the high-ranking figures of the Eight Banners of Manchuria were killed.

It's not the Mongolian Eight Banners, it's not the Eight Banners of the Han Army, it's not the Green Battalion!

It's Manchuria, it's really Manchuria, it's really Tartar!

Which of these real Tartars has no high-ranking officials and relatives in Beijing?

There are even several relatives of the emperor.

Among the first five Manchurian generals to be killed, there was a Shiguan Zuo leader Jueluo Yongkai, and that was not the red belt!

The emperor's fellow clansmen.

Break the bones and connect the tendons, really let the Ming army cut down so many high-ranking Manchurian officials under the city of Yichang, can you not settle accounts with you Lu Heng when you look back.

Not to mention that there is also a younger brother of Ao Bai, the auxiliary minister of the dynasty!

Who is Aobai?

is not only a big man in the world that no one dares to offend, but also an extremely cautious existence.

In the past few years, you Lu Heng, the official who was destroyed because of offending Aobai, counted how many there are!

Today's incident, it seems that you Lu Heng is dedicated to the country and the overall situation, but the relatives and friends of the deceased can also understand the general situation, know the overall situation, and have the courage to take responsibility like you, Lu Governor?

I'm afraid that Ao Bai won't let you go!

Definitely not on the surface, but secretly there are 10,000 ways to kill a small prefect.

Master Zheng's words are also the voices of the officials in the city, and everyone doesn't want to be implicated in this matter.

But Governor Lu resolutely said as if he had eaten a scale: "Since Lu Mou came out, he has long put his personal honor and disgrace out of his body, and today's affairs are also borne by Lu Mou, so you don't have to worry!" ”

Oil rice does not enter.

Everyone looks at me, I look at you, they are all sad.

Master Zheng even made up his mind to pack up his things and leave when he turned around, so as not to be implicated by the roundabout Lu Heng and end up moving.

The time has come for half a pillar of incense.

At Lu Heng's insistence, there was still no reaction in the city.

Wang Wu was really angry, and ordered Cao Diwei in a muffled voice: "Go and choose four more staff leaders, one deputy commander!" ”

"Good!"

Cao Diwei came to the Manchurian prisoners with a cruel smile on his face, and pulled out Su Wayan, the deputy commander of the Zhenghuang Banner.

What is surprising is that the moment the deputy capital of the Zhenghuang Banner was pulled out, he actually shouted at Mulima on the stretcher: "Third brother, save me!" ”

It turned out that Suwayan was Mulima's cousin, and his Ama was Fei Yingdong, one of the five founding ministers.

Ama of the Ao Bai brothers is Fei Yingdong's younger brother Wei Qi.

It was also because of his cousins that Suwayan led the army with his third brother Mulima as deputy commander.

I thought I was here to get military merit, but I didn't think about it, but I asked my cousin to give it to the pit.

Hate is also hate, but this is about to die, and Su Wayan also subconsciously shouted at Cousin Mulima.

Rushed to the doctor.

He should have begged the commander of the Ming army directly for mercy.

Ask Mulima to have a fart.

Not only was it useless, but he was kicked to the ground by the Ming army, and dragged him down the city by dragging his braids.

The other selected generals of each flag also lost the image of a hero who would rather die than give in, and they howled miserably like slaughtered pigs.

Cao Diwei deliberately took off the cloth in their mouths.

"Get on your knees!"

Nu Dahai, who was full of treachery and hatred, yelled at Su Wayan and the five people, and then stepped forward with several other Manchurian soldiers to hold down the five people, and dragged the braids on the back of the five people's heads to make their appearance clearly present in the sight of the Qing army at the head of Yichang City.

Under the gaze of thousands of pairs of eyes, the five Suwayans, who knew that they could not escape death, were ashamed and just wanted to die.

"Cut!"

As Zhang Pengyu, the banner leader of the execution, roared, Nu Dahai and the others strode in front of Su Wayan's five people, but they were dragging their braids in their hands, causing the heads of the five people who were originally leaning back to stretch out their necks directly, exposing their necks.

The five high-ranking generals of the Eight Banners of Manchuria who were about to die were all trembling, and they all closed their eyes deadly.

Maybe I'm thinking about why I'm where I am today, maybe I'm thinking about why I came to this damn place, and maybe I'm thinking about my wife and children in Beijing.

Five broadswords fell at the same time.

With a "poof" sound, the heads of the five people rolled off their necks.

It doesn't matter what you think anymore.

There were no exclamations in the city, there was collective silence.

Then there was a cry of pleading.

"Lord Lu, you can't let them kill anymore, give them food!"

The killing of the deputy capital of Manchuria under the Zhenghuang Banner made the general Wang Jishu no longer able to suppress the fear in his heart.

He couldn't imagine that if he was allowed to be killed by the Ming army, the Manchurian Eight Banners of the Beijing Division would be devoured alive.

"My lord, give them food!"

"Lord Lu, you don't think about yourself, you have to think about us, and think about the innocent people in the city!"

"If you really let the general die here, I'll be done, my lord!"

“”

All the officials in Yichang City knelt in front of the prefect Lu Heng.

Lu Heng's heart was also trembling, looking at his subordinates kneeling in front of him, looking at General Wang who was sweating on his forehead in anxiety, the prefect gritted his teeth and gritted his teeth, and finally gritted his teeth and said in the roar of the Ming army under the city, "The time is here!" ”

He couldn't help but give.

Because Wang Jishu was already going to let his own soldiers come up to control him.