Cutting over the end of the Ming Dynasty: a dog-leg knife at the beginning

Chapter 1003 The water is too cold

Li Yan was struggling with how to solve the super hidden danger of Chongzhen, but Yang Menglong never seemed to have considered this issue.But yes, with his straight-line brain circuit, it is too difficult for him to think about these twists and turns. His way of solving problems is usually just one word: hate!
Go straight to the past, if you can go to the past, I will be ruthless, if you can't go to the past, do it again!
When Li Yan and Lu Xiangsheng were struggling with how to deal with Chongzhen's problems, this guy was in high spirits and led his army to attack Beijing.

The armies led by Han Peng, Yan Yingyuan, Qian Yu, Lei Shisheng, Wu Sheng and others have encircled from three sides, forming a huge encirclement circle. Qin Liangyu's Sichuan Army and Qi Hu's commanded Jinmen Army, Yingxia Army and Zhejiang Army They are coming day and night to make this encirclement bigger and tighter.The armies from all walks of life basically did not encounter any tenacious resistance when they advanced. At this point in the battle, the blood of the Qing army had been drained. The Ning army was in panic all day long, and this battle was really impossible to fight.However, there were a few troops who tried to escape while the encirclement was not closed, but no matter which direction they fled, they were all stopped by the Ming cavalry, and then joined the ranks of the big march———Hanging their heads on the necks of the Ming cavalry horses , Advance with the Ming army.

Two days later, the army led by Yang Menglong arrived at the city of Beijing, and the encirclement was completely closed. When the 10,000+ Ming soldiers saw his general flag, they all cheered loudly. The sound waves started to roar, and the ancient city wall of Beijing rumbled and trembled. Up and down.

Wen Tiren is also one of the members with weak legs.Standing on the city wall, he watched the black horror flow across the plain, advancing to the foot of Beijing amidst the cheers like mountains and tsunami, closed his eyes in despair, and murmured: "He's coming... Lian Hong Tai is no match for him...no one can stop his progress..."

Wang Yingxiong's complexion turned blue and white, like a winter melon that had been frosted, and he was sweating coldly one after another, which was really sympathetic—if he continued like this, he would soon die of severe dehydration.There is no way, among this group of people, he and Yang Menglong are deeply entangled in their grievances. He offended Yang Menglong to death early on, and there is no possibility of reconciliation between the two.Now that Yang Goulong is taking advantage of his great victory, he is going straight to Beijing, and the city of Beijing is bound to be lost, so one can imagine what will happen to him.The former deputy assistant of the Ming Dynasty and now the Minister of the Ministry of Officials of the Qing Dynasty trembled all over his body, his expression was crazy, and he roared at the soldiers of the Guan Ning Army standing in front of the cannon: "Fire! Fire! Kill that warrior!"

The artillerymen of the Guanning Army did not move, and the officer also did not give orders, but just looked at him coldly, with a line written clearly on his face: Are you an idiot?

Yes, the situation now couldn't be clearer. The Ming army won a complete victory and the main force of the Qing army was completely destroyed. At this time, what they should do most is how to atone for their sins and see what they can do to offset their sins a little bit. , instead of listening to the orders of these stupid pigs to fire artillery and resist!Is Yang Menglong so easy to mess with?Yue Tuo provoked him and was beheaded by him in front of the two armies; Dorgon provoked him and then sang the most dazzling national style under his central army tent; Huang Taiji provoked him and was defeated and died. !Even if these talented people are like this, they, the poor soldiers, should stop tossing and accept their fate honestly!
As if he could feel Wang Yingxiong's despair, Yang Menglong raised his head suddenly hundreds of meters away, his sharp gaze across the distance of hundreds of meters, and pierced the hearts of these civil servants like a sharp sword, making them shudder. Involuntarily, he took several steps back, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and cold sweat spewed out crazily!Yang Menglong couldn't clearly see the embarrassment of these guys, but he could guess their reaction. He showed a cold and contemptuous smile, as if he was looking at a group of ants that he could trample to death with his feet.

In fact, at this point, these civil servants who have tried everything possible to suppress him, slander him, slander him, and destroy him by any means are indeed similar to ants in his eyes. If they are not so disgusting, he may even lift his foot I can't even arouse the interest of stepping on the past.

Hou Xun looked terrified, looked at Wen Tiren tremblingly, and called, "Shoufu, what should we do?"

Wen Tiren didn't respond.

Hou Xun screamed: "You should come up with an idea! That warrior has already arrived at the city. Hundreds of thousands of troops are surrounding Beijing and may attack the city at any time. If we don't come up with an idea, we will die without a burial place!"

Wen Tiren erupted suddenly, and let out a roar: "How do I know what to do, how do I know what to do!" Excited, he even threw off his official hat, his hair fell loose, and he became more and more embarrassed.He pointed to the Guan Ning Army who was looking at them with ill intentions, "Look at them..." He pointed to the Heluo New Army outside the city like a black tide overflowing the dam, like a dark cloud: "Look at them again! There are no soldiers, no generals, what can I do, what can I do!?"

A group of literati and bureaucrats were desperate to the extreme.In the past, they dismissed the army and tried their best to suppress it, for fear that the warriors would seize their power. In their view, although the border is not peaceful, there is nothing going on in the country. There is really no need for the army to exist. Well, wouldn't it be enough to call up the military households?What kind of standing army are you doing!They didn't know until now that without the army, they are nothing!

A gallop came, it was Yang Menglong's messenger.Holding a black tiger flag, he ignored the rows of cannons on the city wall, ran all the way to the bottom of the city wall, thrust the battle flag to the foot of the wall with force, raised his head to the people who looked at him stupidly on the city wall, and made a loud noise like thunder. Boom: "Champion Hou Youling: You are limited to open the city and surrender within one day, otherwise the army will attack the city, tear you to pieces, and kill your relatives!" Leave, leaving only a proud back of the opponent.

Several people were so frightened that they fell off the city wall.The body is broken into thousands of pieces, and the relatives are killed!There is no more terrifying threat than this. Their reputation is already rotten, and their heads will definitely not be saved. But don't be afraid, as long as their relatives and disciples are still there, as long as these descendants still hold the pen, they will clean up and reverse the case from generation to generation. Sooner or later, they will be cleared; but Yang Menglong uttered cruel words, if he did not surrender, his body would be cut into pieces, and his relatives would be killed. This would be his death, and he would not leave them any way of life!All the disciples have been killed, all the relatives have been killed, who will clean up for them?Then they should not be infamous for thousands of years!This is not the 21st century. There are so many idiots who speak out for Mr. Wang and Qin Xun as if they were voluntarily exonerated. If their relatives are killed, they will never turn over!
How is it good?

No one can give an answer.

The Ming army camped just outside the city. They kept their word and said they would wait a day, so the city of Beijing is still safe.But after today, I'm afraid it will be hard to say.Even though victory was imminent, the Ming army did not relax in the slightest. The camp of nearly 20 troops was in full swing, and the solid murderous aura made Guan Ning's army breathless.

The Ming army, which had received the training of the modern military system and experienced the baptism of the cruelest war, was extremely terrifying in combat effectiveness. They had far surpassed the tiger and wolf division that drank the horses in Lake Baikal in the early Ming Dynasty and trembled all over the world.

You must never fight against this army, otherwise it will be an egg hitting a rock!

This is the unanimous consensus of Guan Ningjun. There is no way out to resist, and they must find a way to survive on their own.

The atmosphere in Beijing was extremely weird. The vassal kings, scholars, officials, and Qingliu who gathered in the capital gathered together, spent all their money, bought the best food and wine, invited the most beautiful singing girls and dancers, and had a feast all night long. After getting drunk, he took off his shoes and sang and danced with the dancers, and the people watching laughed.The excitement is lively enough, but these banquets do not have the slightest joyful atmosphere, on the contrary, they are extremely decadent, and there is even despair of giving up treatment.That's right, the most terrifying enemy of their entire class is just outside the city. Hundreds of thousands of troops have surrounded Beijing like an iron barrel. There are not many Qing troops left. It seems that the Guan Ning army is unwilling to fight. A guy who can't lift his hands and shoulders, what else can he do besides being drunk and dreaming?Is it possible to really let them go to the battlefield to fight against that terrifying iron-blooded force?

It would be better to just stab them to death.

Of course, there are also those who cry and laugh when they are drunk, find a rope and hang them under the tree, and those who are still alive continue to eat and drink next to those dangling corpses, really disregarding everything.

In the Central Academy, Fan Wencheng looked bitter, and poured a bag of white powder into the wine.

Ning Wan and I sat opposite him, and said sadly: "I never thought, I never thought, I never thought that my hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the Qing Dynasty would be completely wiped out by a brat, even the Holy Majesty... The Lord of England also... alas!"

Fan Wencheng sighed: "The Qing Dynasty couldn't rule the world. It was because the heavens didn't help me! Brother Ning, the late emperor treated me well. We must not beg for surrender from that barbarian. He lost his face, so let me wait like an orphan." Loyal ministers! Come, drink this cup, and go on the road to find the late emperor!"

Ning Wan and I said: "Okay! You and I have been favored by the emperor these years, and we have enjoyed enough of the glory and wealth. We have no regrets! Brother Fan please!"

Fan Wencheng poured two glasses of poisoned wine, pushed one of them in front of Ning Wan and said, "Brother Ning, please!"

Then the two reached out to serve the wine together, and retracted as if they were burned.

after awhile----

"Brother Fan, please!"

"Brother Ning please!"

After a while————

"Brother Ning, please go first!"

"Brother Fan please!"

It seems that one night is not enough for these two to discuss who will drink the poisoned wine first.

In Hanlin Academy...

Zhang Pu, Zhang Dai, Hou Fangyu, Chen Zhenhui, Qian Qianyi... All the masters of the Jiangnan literary world gathered together, eating meat in large chunks, drinking in pots, nothing else, just wanting to get themselves drunk.They looked terrified and desperate. They knew very well what they had done. For what they had done, it would not be enough to kill all of their nine clans for one round, so it is better to end it on their own, so as not to suffer that knife.

Hou Fangyu was so drunk that he suddenly went into a drunken madness. He used the jug to the ground and cried out in grief and indignation: "We are exhausting our efforts, not hesitating to destroy our reputation, and seeking skins from tigers. We just want to sweep away the dirt in China, set things right, and return the people. A bright world! Why? Why didn’t God help, but instead helped that barbarian, let me fall to this level and let him slaughter me? I don’t accept it, I don’t accept it!”

Zhang Pu has long since lost his usual handsome and handsome appearance with fluttering robes. His fair face has turned black and full of hostility. Wait, but I can't kill all the scholars in the world, there will always be someone who will return my innocence! Ladies and gentlemen, it's useless to talk more, drink this cup, and then go on the road, don't lose the face of the scholars, even if you die, you have to tell that person Barbarian, there is righteousness in the world!"

All the scholars were so angry that they drank it all in one gulp, then threw cups and chopsticks, laughed loudly, and came to the corridor.

Below is a large pond with a radius of more than ten acres. The water is very deep, reflecting the moonlight, and the cold air is overwhelming. With their physique, it is basically impossible to get up after jumping.Zhang Dai laughed loudly: "This pond is very nice, decorated with white lotus and accompanied by golden carps, it's just right to make a coffin for us!"

All the scholars agreed in unison: "Exactly, exactly!"

Then no one spoke, and they watched eagerly to see if anyone would come out and take the lead.Occasionally, a few of them took a step forward, looked at the big pool, and then retracted involuntarily.

It takes courage to die, even if you are desperate to the extreme, it is difficult to be ruthless.

Zhang Pu sternly shouted: "If you hold back, you really have lost the face of us scholars!"

Hou Fangyu said with a smile on his face: "Tian Rugong is No. 1 in the Jiangnan literary world. This first reputation of being calm and righteous must belong to Tian Rugong. How dare we wait so abruptly?"

All the scholars said in unison: "Heaven is like a public, please first!"

Zhang Pu grumbled in his throat, looking at the deep pool, his heart skipped a beat.He has done a lot of things like fooling those stunned youths into jumping out and hitting rocks, or even committing suicide to force the government to make concessions, but he has never tried such a thing as suicide, and it is scary to think about it.He took a step forward, then retracted, and said to Qian Qianyi: "Qian Gong, you are a senior, why don't you set an example for everyone first."

Qian Qianyi forced a smile and said, "Brother Tianru is joking, my talent and learning are far inferior to yours, how can I compete with you?"

Zhang Pu said sincerely: "That's nonsense from ignorant children. In terms of talent and learning, how can the younger generation get Qian Gong Wanyi? The good name of this poem is definitely Qian Gong, and Qian Gong must not refuse!"

All the scholars shouted in unison: "Qian Gong, please!"

Qian Qianyi gritted his teeth, and said tragically: "Okay, I'm going ahead!" After speaking, he strode forward, took a deep breath, squatted down, and exerted strength...

Then he backed away, wiped his cold sweat and said, "The water is too cold, you might feel uncomfortable jumping in it?"

Zhang Pu looked at the sky speechlessly, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out.

(End of this chapter)