"You must not have thought that this was a death plan, right?"
"You must be very angry, right? There's no point in being angry."
"This is the fate a traitor deserves."
"Not to mention whether you can escape from the city alive, even if you can escape from the city alive, you will still die, because you killed Duduo and thousands of slaves, and Dorgon will not spare you!"
"Shut up!" Hou Fangyu was shocked, angry and scared, "Shut up!"
"Idiot!" Duduo scolded, "He will bite you, but you won't knock out his teeth?"
Hou Fangyu just woke up from a dream, and quickly borrowed an iron pear bone from a Bajala, and then shined a bone in front of Maoxiang's face, and Maoxiang's two rows of teeth were smashed out in an instant.
Not only his teeth, but also Maoxiang's face was smashed to pieces.
Watching Hou Fangyu smash the door in front of Maoxiang, Duduo instantly felt a first-class cruel pleasure.
The Jurchens, especially aristocrats like Duduo, actually have very complicated feelings towards the Han people. On the one hand, they try their best to win over capable Han people like Hong Chengchou, Ning Wanwo and Fan Wencheng, but on the other hand, they are extremely hostile.
The Han people want to kill all the Han people, and they even hope that the Han people can kill each other.
So Duduo was very happy when he saw Hou Fangyu beating Maoxiang there.
Most of Maoxiang's two rows of front teeth were smashed off, and he could not speak clearly, but he still stared and cursed endlessly: "Hou Fangyu, you are a traitor, you will not die a good death, Jiannu will let you experience all the tortures in the world."
"Duduo, just accept your fate, you can't run away, you are dead, haha!"
"Duduo, it's worth it to have you and so many other slaves to pay for my burial, haha!"
"Your Majesty, Maoxiang did not embarrass you, nor did he embarrass the Shiziying, nor did he embarrass the Ming Dynasty! Dad, my son did not embarrass the ancestors of the Mao family, haha!"
Listening to Maoxiang's crazy laughter and happy confession, Duduo's mentality finally collapsed.
"Damn it!" Duduo snatched the iron pear bone from Hou Fangyu's hand, and then hit Maoxiang hard on the forehead.
There was only a soft pop sound, and a large piece of Maoxiang's forehead sunk in from the middle. His laughter and curses stopped abruptly, but before he died, Dodo's face was still splashed with blood.
Duduo personally hammered Maoxiang to death, but he couldn't understand his hatred.
One after another, Maoxiang's head was hammered into pulp.
However, even if Maoxiang was killed, hundreds of people still could not escape.
Feeling the heat getting more and more intense, Duduo immediately raised his head and roared: "He Luohui, how long are you going to wait? Are you also looking forward to my king being roasted?"
"Master, please wait a moment, we will capture the city in no time."
There were large beads of sweat on He Luohui's forehead.
Originally, it was only the end of April, and the weather was still very cold, but now the city was already in flames, and they still had to attack with spears, fishing nets, and ash bottles from the Ming Army Xiangyong. How could it not be hot?
Under the combined destruction of high temperatures, spears, and fishing nets, He Luohui and the others were in dire straits.
He Luohui said that the city will be captured soon, but this was just to comfort Duduo. In fact, it was impossible for them to capture the west gate tower of Shanyang West City.
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Tie Zhu felt this clearly.
Through the brutal battles in the previous month, Tiezhu had experienced the power of the white-armored soldiers of Jiannu many times, but now, he clearly felt that the attacks of the white-armored soldiers were becoming weak.
"The white-armored soldiers can't do it! Haha, they can't do it!"
Tie Zhu laughed loudly and said: "Hold on, hold on!"
"If we hold on for another quarter of an hour, we will roast the slaves alive!"
Well, in fact, Tiezhu and the others were just as hot, and the burning sensation they felt was even worse than that of Jiannu.
However, these village warriors were carefully selected by Maoxiang to die. The strong belief that they should leave an inheritance to their parents, wives and children supported these village warriors. Even if they died in battle, they would also die with the slaves.
"Hold on, hold on all of me, think about your parents, wives and children."
"Master Mao, he said that the imperial court will never let us die in a vain war. We will receive pensions and divide our fields!"
"If our life can bring an inheritance to our parents, wives and children, it will be worth it, worth it! If we can get a few slaves to support us before we die, then we will make a profit, hahaha, make a lot of money
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Listening to Tie Zhu's loud shouting, Xiang Yong also responded one after another.
"Brother Zhuzi, we listen to you and fight Jiannu to the death!"
"You thief, unless we are all dead, the slaves will never come up!"
Although they were in a desperate situation, supported by the belief of earning a share of the family business for their parents, wives and children, Tiezhu's team of rural heroes showed unimaginable perseverance and fighting power.
He Luohui led dozens of white-armored soldiers with white flags to attack desperately, but they were unable to advance.
In the middle of the fight, Tie Zhu even led Xiang Yong to counterattack and drove Jiannu back to the center.
However, having said this, I have to say that Tie Zhu, who was able to kill Xingqi, ignored the Jian slaves outside the city.
Well, even if Tiezhu and the others didn't ignore it, they still couldn't stop it, because the Jiannu outside the city were not affected by the fire and could attack simultaneously from several miles of city walls.
Just when Tiezhu and other village warriors counterattacked the white-armored soldiers led by He Luohui, one after another the slaves climbed up the outer city wall along the zipline.
As soon as these Jiannufu came up, they stood on the battlements, drew their bows and fired arrows. With the sound of the bowstrings vibrating, one after another, heavy arrows were shot at the Ming army Xiangyong who was fighting from behind.
The unsuspecting Xiang Yong fell down several times in an instant.
Immediately, Youxiang Yong roared: "Brother Zhuzhu, the slaves from outside the city are coming up!"
"What?" Tie Zhu was stunned for a moment, and then roared hysterically, "Xiaojiu, take half of your men to stop them and drive them down the city, quickly!"
This was the second mistake Tie Zhu made today.
The first mistake was to ignore the warning against slaves outside the city.
The second mistake is that we should not divide our troops at this time.
At this time, if all hands are retracted to the stairs, then even if they take human lives to block it, they can also block this only life channel. If Duduo and the others cannot reach the top of the city in time, they will die.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Because at this time, the entrance to the West City has completely turned into a sea of fire.
Duduo and the others were burned to the point of being out of breath under the tower.
However, there are no ifs in history, and Tiezhu is just a rural captain after all.
More than a hundred village warriors who were separated were quickly killed by heavy arrows from the slaves.
The hundred or so warriors who were blocked on the stairs were all destroyed by the Jiannu attack from both sides.
Before Duduo and the hundreds of slaves who entered the city were suffocated by the heat, He Luohui and the slaves who climbed up the wall to support them finally opened up the only life channel.
"Master, the stairs are open! Come up quickly!"
He Luohui endured the heat wave hitting his face, climbed on the parapet and roared below.
"Your Majesty, the road is open, we can go!" Hou Fangyu and Fan Chengmo cried with joy.
"Hurry up and get out of this hellish place!" Duduo took off the sheepskin bag from his waist, poured a whole bag of water on the cloak, then wrapped the wet cloak around his body, and then rushed out of the city gate with his head lowered.
As soon as he stepped on the green brick floor outside the city gate, he heard a sizzling sound.
When he looked down anxiously, he was surprised to see green smoke coming out of the leather boots under his feet.
The green brick floor near the entrance of Qingqing City has been boiling and even red from the fire.
Looking around again, I found that most of the hundreds of bannermen who were originally guarding outside the city gate fell to the ground.
Seeing this, Duduo shivered with heartache. These hundreds of flag men were not the few Niu Lu who had transferred from the Xianghuang Banner, but the inheritance given to him by the old Khan. They were the real elites of the Xiangbai Banner.
These elite men with white flags also performed their duties.
Until their death, they guarded the city gate.
They would rather be roasted alive than to protect Dodo to the death.
Unlike Hou Fangyu, Fan Chengmo and the two dog slaves hid in the city gate hole.
But now is obviously not the time to feel distressed. It is still important to escape for one's life.
Duduo's feet didn't stop for a moment, and he quickly climbed up the already hot steps to the top of the city, and then came to the other side of the city wall as quickly as possible.
Until then, the heat finally subsided, and Duduo finally took his breath away.
When I looked back, I saw that the entire West City had been completely engulfed in fire. Just looking at the intensity of the fire, I knew that the Jia La who had entered the city with the Zhengbai Banner was already dead.
There is also Gushan Ezhen Ashan in Zhengbai Banner, which must be alive and dead.
Seeing the fire all over the sky, Duduo suddenly burst into tears.
Duduo was only fourteen years old when the old slave died, but he did not cry.
After the old slave died in the battle, the eldest concubine Abahai, who was Duduo's biological mother, was forced to die by the four great Belles. Duduo became an orphan without a father and mother, but he still did not cry.
Because he remembered the old slave's words in his heart.
Jurchen men are born only to bleed, not to cry.
But today, looking at Shanyang caught in the raging fire, I think of the Xiangbaiqi elites who were burned to ashes by Yan Yingyuan, I think of the Zhengbaiqi elites who were burned to death together, and then I think of the people who were burned to death by Yan Yingyuan more than a month ago.
There are thousands of elite members of the Eight Banners, but Duduo can't help but feel sad, and it is difficult to control his emotions.
"My condolences, Master." He Luohui and other Eight Banners nobles also cried.
Hou Fangyu felt it was necessary to express his grief, and immediately he beat his chest and burst into tears. The guy cried even more sadly than Duduo, as if his biological father had died.
However, after hearing Hou Fangyu's cry, Duduo suddenly stopped crying.
Staring at Hou Fangyu, Duduo's eyes suddenly showed deep hatred.
Maoxiang had been hammered to death by Duduo himself, but his hatred still lingered in his heart.
So he transferred all his hatred to Hou Fangyu, and now Hou Fangyu suffered a terrible fate.
"It's all your dog slave!" Duduo unfolded his horsewhip and growled in a low voice through gritted teeth, "It's all because of you, this dog slave. I'll beat you to death, this dog slave, I'll beat you to death, this dog slave!"
Along with Duduo's roar, the whip struck Hou Fangyu, covering his head and face.