Whistle!

Several arrows were fired furiously, and the civil servant in a magenta official robe on the city tower let out a muffled groan. He was hit by an arrow in the ribs. The short armor worn outside the official robe resisted the fatal arrow. Although it blocked

He hit the sharp arrowhead, but the impact of the powerful arrow still caused him to stagger and almost fall down.

There was a burst of cheers from the Qing troops who were about to charge down the tower, and a Qing soldier was already shouting and raising the knife in his hand, stepping on the ladder and shouting to kill towards the tower.

"Kill the slaves!"

Gritting his teeth fiercely, Song Xuezhu roared and charged towards the Qing army again. During the 60 days of Jinan's siege, as the governor of Shandong, he personally went to the city to fight. For sixty days, he did not take off his belt or cross his eyelashes.

, with his hair turning white, he stood on the city wall day and night. Now, the city is about to be destroyed.

The Qing army has once again attacked the city. The Qing army and the defenders are fighting each other. Although everyone resists desperately, the number is too small after all.

The city is about to fall!

After the Qing army repelled the resistance of the defenders at the top of the city, they rushed towards the city tower.

The moment the Qing army carrying the sword rushed to the city, and he was about to stand firm, Song Xuezhu seized this fleeting leap to the right. Even if the Qing army's right hand sword was to be swung over, it would take time, and it would be very short.

Time, but enough for him!

The knife in his hand flashed through the air, and the blood-stained knife drew a red shadow in the air. Hou Jinniulu almost instinctively raised his left hand, trying to block the knife.

"Crack!"

The thieves slave, who had just stood firm before lifting the knife, groaned, started shaking and howling, and the blood was pouring from the severed arm. The severe pain and the loss of stability on his side made his whole body instinctively turn to one side.

Tilt. The seriously injured civil servant waved the sword in his hand again!

"puff!"

Blood splatters!

Something rolled forward!

It’s a head spurting blood!

The eyes above are still wide open!

Standing on the city wall, Song Xuezhu was wearing a torn official robe that could not tell whether it was the original color or was stained with blood. His white hair under the black gauze hat was stuck with blood, and blood beads dripped down his hair. His expression

He looked a little tired, and although the gaze of his eyes seemed a little distracted, they still showed perseverance.

In front of him, more than a dozen soldiers and minzhuangyi used their swords and guns to kill the swarming Qing troops. Behind them, on the dilapidated city tower, there was a large flag with the word "明" written on the wooden flagpole.

Still floating, the city of Jinan behind him was full of people shouting for death.

With the sound of the sound, the Qing troops swarmed into the city along the cracks in the city wall, fighting in the streets and alleys with the civilians in the city, holding kitchen knives and sticks. When the Qing troops rushed into Jinan City, they encountered unprecedented resistance. Many people

The Qing army died under the iron hoes and kitchen knives of the common people.

"Futai, the city is broken..."

The yamen official, who was covered in blood, looked at the Qing troops swarming into the city. His blood-stained face was full of sadness. He looked towards the governor beside him, but saw that the governor, who had lost all strength, dropped his knife.

, half-kneeling facing the north, blood dripping from his beard, and tears in his red eyes.

"Futai!"

Minzhuang, the only dozen or so soldiers remaining on the city tower, all turned their attention to Song Xuezhu. He seemed to have no strength left as he knelt towards the north. His lips moved lightly, and only a few people around him could understand them.

What is he talking about.

"After hard work, only stars are scattered all around. The mountains and rivers are shattered, the wind flutters with catkins, and the life experience is ups and downs. I am afraid of the beach, and I sigh alone in the ocean. Since ancient times, no one has died, and the loyalty is left to illuminate the history..."

Reciting Prime Minister Wen's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean", Song Xuezhu forced a smile on his blood-stained face. He looked at the man beside him. He was his personal bodyguard. From ten years ago,

He just followed him, originally thinking of marrying him in a few years, but who would have thought... Hey!

"Xinghai, please leave quickly. If you can survive, go back to your hometown and tell your wife that Song was greatly favored by the country in his life. Today, the city of Jinan fell. I am incompetent. I can't repay Your Majesty's kindness, and I can't protect the people from suffering."

He was killed by the Donglu, and if he is captured by the Jiannu again, he will have no shame in seeing the ancestors of the Song family. He can only repay His Majesty with death. From now on, the parents and young children of the family will all depend on the wife..."

"master!"

The tower-like man knelt down with his sword in hand, kowtowed and said.

"Master, after I send the letter to Madam, I will go down and continue to serve you!"

After taking a sip at the old man, he slid down the rope next to the tower.

After the personal entourage left, Song Xuezhu's somewhat distracted eyes seemed to have regained some of their energy. He looked at the approaching thieves and stood up abruptly.

"Brothers, kill Jiannu!"

Song Xuezhu roared and rushed forward with a knife. Behind him, more than a dozen soldiers, Ding Minzhuang, followed him with shouts.

Blood!

The entire city of Jinan turned into a pool of blood. Corpses were piled next to each other on the streets. The Qing troops who rushed into the city broke into houses along the streets and looted them. They stabbed people with spears and chopped with knives when they saw them. The streets were dyed red with blood.

"puff!"

The white sliver streaked across, and blood splattered!

Sun Botao couldn't even remember how he rushed out of the tower. Covered in blood, he just rushed forward numbly with his knife. When someone blocked the way, he raised his knife to kill. He went over and used the light knife.

Hui was just dragging it feebly in his hand, dragging his injured body, and continued to struggle forward. His right hand was still dragging the waist knife that cut the gap. His hair was messy and he was covered in blood. He looked like a walking corpse.

Corpse-like, struggling forward.

The further he walked, the more chaotic the situation became. In front of him, thousands of people were crying and running towards the royal city in the city. For the people in the city, perhaps the royal city was theirs.

It was the last hope of survival, even though we knew we might not be able to hold on even there.

Outside the gate of the royal city, tens of thousands of people were crying loudly. They either bowed or kowtowed to the city wall, just asking someone on the wall to show mercy and save their lives.

As a young child, I just asked the palace guards on the city wall to put down a rope and take the child up.

"Brother Xu, Brother Xu, please show mercy. My Liu family has only this seedling for several generations. Please, Brother Xu, please put a rope and bring him up..."

Holding his six-year-old son in both hands, Liu Jie prayed to acquaintances on the city wall. There were cries all around him.

At this moment, someone on the city wall shouted loudly.

"The prince is merciful and has ordered the city to be opened and let you enter the city. Please listen carefully. If you want to defend Jinan, both men, women and children must go to the city to defend it. Are you willing?"

"If you are willing, we are willing, please forgive me..."
Chapter completed!