Yan Yingyuan and Fan Zhongjie have returned to Dongcheng.
At this time, the two of them were standing on the west gate tower watching the huge fire in the opposite city.
Even though they were separated by two city walls and a canal, Yan Yingyuan and Fan Zhongjie could feel the burning heat. You can imagine what the result would be if they were in the city.
"Honorable man, dear brother." Zhi Tingjian came to the city.
Fan Zhongjie and Yan Yingyuan also bowed to Zhi Tingjian.
"Brother Xian, here are three letters from Mr. Maoxiang." Zhi Tingjian took out three letters from his sleeves. No one noticed that Zhi Tingjian's title to Maoxiang had been changed to "Mr."
"Mr. Maoxiang repeatedly told me to hand it over to you personally."
After saying the remonstrance, Zhi Ting solemnly handed the three letters to Yan Yingyuan.
Yan Yingyuan received the letters and saw that one of them was written "My brother Jianheng personally expresses this", and the other letter was written "Brother Jianheng please submit it to the Holy Majesty for your inspection", which was obviously written to the Holy Majesty.
The last envelope was written "To Parents", which was a letter from home.
Yan Yingyuan took the two letters written by Maoxiang to Chongzhen and his parents into his arms, opened the letters written by Maoxiang to him in front of Zhi Tingjian and Fan Zhongjie, and then read them directly aloud.
"Brother Jianheng: When I wrote the letter, I was a person in the world of heaven. When I read the letter, I might have been a ghost in the underworld."
"My parents are still here, but they have not been able to fulfill their filial piety at their knees. My wives and concubines are young and young, but they cannot always be with me in the boudoir. My children are still young. I have suddenly lost the upbringing of my father. I write about it and think about it. I am filled with sadness, love and guilt."
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"Of course, a real man has things to do and things he doesn't do in life. When the world is in chaos, I can only give up my family for the sake of my country."
"When I say this, I am not entrusting it to my parents, my wife, and my wife. I belong to a large Rugao family and have considerable wealth. After I died for the country in Shanyang, I should also be compensated, so that my parents, wife, and children can have enough food and clothing."
"My brother is aware that I am not greedy for merit if I change my plans for death without authorization."
"It's all because I, the Ming Dynasty, can live without Maoxiang, but cannot live without Yan Yingyuan."
"As an elder brother has the loyalty to die for his country, a younger brother should also have the loyalty to die for his brother."
"Therefore, I am brave enough to sacrifice myself to save a pillar for my great Ming Dynasty."
After reading this, Yan Yingyuan was choked up and could not speak anymore, and could not read any more.
Fan Zhongjie also sighed, and his dissatisfaction with Maoxiang disappeared.
Caoxiang made his own decision and changed the death plan without telling the two of them. This move was indeed unconsidered, and it did greatly undermine Yan Yingyuan's death plan. However, his starting point was commendable anyway, and what he did was not
He is greedy for merit, but just wants to leave a pillar for the Ming Dynasty.
For this reason, Maoxiang even sacrificed himself.
Not to mention his ability, his mind is worthy of being called a national scholar.
This alone is enough to be enshrined in the Temple of Heroes.
"We are all scholars of the country." Zhi Tingjian even said with a sigh, "We are all scholars of the country."
At this moment, Zhi Tingjian already had a completely new understanding of Shiziying.
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Duduo and others could not stay on the tower and fell down to the outside of the city.
After arriving at a safe distance outside the city, Duduo whipped Hou Fangyu again with a whip. This time he whipped Hou Fangyu much harder than he whipped Fan Chengmo before.
After more than a dozen whips, Hou Fangyu's skin and flesh were already torn apart.
Although the pain penetrated into the bone marrow, Duduo controlled it extremely well, preventing Hou Fangyu from fainting.
So Hou Fangyu could only curl up into a ball and let out an unhuman whimper from deep in his throat.
Duduo, however, still couldn't understand his hatred, and still waved his riding crop, hitting Hou Fangyu one after another.
Seeing Hou Fangyu shaking all over in pain, Fan Chengmo felt an inexplicable joy. As long as there was someone in the world who was worse off than him, it would be a good thing for him to be thankful for.
On the contrary, He Luohui couldn't stand it.
"Master." He Luohui persuaded him in a low voice, "If you hit me again, you will be beaten to death."
"What? Are you feeling distressed?" Duduo was actually about to lose his anger, but after hearing He Luohui's words, his anger surged up again, and he immediately slapped Hou Fangyu with a slap on the head and face.
This time, the sound coming from Hou Fangyu's throat changed from a puppy sound to a mouse sound.
He Luohui was too frightened to speak out again, lest he arouse Duduo's anger even more.
However, it was already too late, Duduo's anger had been completely aroused by He Luohui, and just whipping Hou Fangyu was not enough to relieve the hatred in his heart.
Staring at the trembling Hou Fangyu who was curled up on the ground, Duduo felt helpless when facing Yan Yingyuan and Maoxiang, faced the hatred of the Han people and the shame of being defeated repeatedly under Shanyang City, like boiling magma erupting out, so
An evil thought even more vicious than killing Hou Fangyu emerged uncontrollably.
You are a bitch slave, which caused me, Xiangbai Banner, to bury a full number of Niulu’s elites. You caused one Jiala and five Niulu from Zhengbai Banner to be annihilated. You even caused my king’s prestige to be ruined, and he became the laughing stock of the Eight Banners from then on.
, but you actually dare to mess around with the generals and Baoyi under my command? This is totally justified!
At that moment, Duduo turned his eyes to He Luohui and said in a hateful voice: "He Luohui, get rid of this dog slave!"
"Ah?" He Luohui looked at Duduo with dumbfounded eyes. Fan Chengmo next to him was also stunned when he heard this.
The one who was even more surprised was Hou Fangyu. He never expected such a punishment. If his life was taken away, how could he still be alive?
At that moment, Hou Fangyu couldn't care less about the pain. He turned over and knelt down on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly: "Your Majesty, please forgive me for this. Your Majesty, please forgive me for this. I really don't know about it. I am also being impersonated. Also, Yan Ying Yuanmeng
I'm in the dark. This slave is innocent. My lord, my lord, you can't do this to me..."
"I can't treat you like this?" The hatred in Duduo's eyes became even stronger, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"
"No, Your Majesty, this is not what I mean, no." Hou Fangyu was so frightened that he quickly slapped himself.
Duduo turned to He Luohui again and said coldly: "He Luohui, you are not willing to let go, are you? This dog slave makes you happy, isn't it?"
When He Luohui heard this, he was immediately ashamed and angry.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The habit of cutting sleeves is actually common among the Eight Banners nobles.
But it was still embarrassing to say it in front of everyone.
It was even more shameful when Duduo exposed that He Luohui was actually a victim.
Fan Chengmo, who was standing next to Duduo, was surprised, wasn't he? Did I get distracted?
Those Baya soldiers with white flags even subconsciously moved a few steps to the side, as far away from He Luohui as possible, as if getting closer would make them sick. Unexpectedly, the tall and thick He Luohui would be a pain in the ass.
Duduo turned his attention to Fan Chengmo again: "Fan Chengmo, if He Luohui refuses to take action, you come!"
"Hey!" Fan Chengmo would not be soft-hearted. He immediately took out the dagger from his elbow pad and asked, "Master, after the gelding is over, should I spare his life, or should I not have any scruples?"
The mortality rate for people is actually very high. If you just shake your hand, you will die.
"You are a bitch slave, do you know anything about it?" Duduo scolded angrily, "Just leave him alive and send him to Prince Rui's Mansion as an errand after he returns to Beijing."
"Hey!" Fan Chengmo responded.
Hou Fangyu's eyes went dark and he fainted on the spot.
Instead of being beaten, he fainted. He was so scared that he fainted.
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East City, Ximen Tower.
Fan Zhongjie said quietly: "Although I don't know whether Duduo was burned to death, the thousands of Jian slaves who entered the city must have been burned to ashes. After such a defeat, the Jian slaves should not come to attack Dongcheng again, right?"
"That will definitely not happen." Yan Yingyuan nodded, "Jiannu suffered heavy losses in Shanyang, and his morale has been depleted. If he attacks Shanyang East City at this time, he is really looking for death."
Zhi Tingjian continued: "And it is already the end of April, and it is about to enter May. In previous years, the Huaihe River and even the Yellow River have already thawed. Although this year is much colder than previous years, the Huaihe River should not have thawed for a few days.
If the army of Jiannu slaves continues to be wasted in Shanyang, they will not be able to leave even if they want to."
Fan Zhongjie frowned and said, "It's the silver buried in the cellar of Shanyang Treasury. What should I do?"
"This is indeed a thing." Zhi Tingjian nodded and said, "When the fire is extinguished, the Jiannu will definitely enter the West City again. Our Shanyang warriors can barely defend the city, but they will definitely not be the opponent of the Jiannu in street fighting. When the time comes, they will hide in the West City.
The nearly one million taels of silver in the cellar all belong to the slaves, so what should we do?"
Yan Yingyuan shook his head, and then said: "As long as they take the money, it's fine. I'm afraid they won't take the money."
Fan Zhongjie and Zhi Tingjian were both stunned when they heard this, and asked with some confusion: "What do you mean by Jianheng/Xiandi's words?"
Yan Yingyuan said to Zhi Tingjian again: "Brother, didn't you just say that the weather will get warmer in a few days, and the Yellow River and Huaihe River will thaw by then. However, the fire in Xicheng will not be extinguished in three days.
, even after the fire is turned off, no one will dare to enter within two days, which means that Jiannu will have to wait at least five days if he wants to withdraw the money."
"Five days?" Zhi Tingjian's eyes lit up. "After five days, the ice on the Huaihe River and the canal will become thinner. The Jiannu troops may still be able to pass, but the Hongyi artillery will definitely not be able to pass."
"No one can make it through," Yan Yingyuan said solemnly, "because five days is just a conservative estimate."
"Oh, yes, yes, yes." Zhi Tingjian suddenly said, "Although our Shanyang warriors cannot defeat Jian Nu, we can still harass Jian Nu while they are collecting money. In this way, we can run ten
It’s been eight days.”
Fan Zhongjie hummed lightly, and then said: "So, if the Jiannu want this money, it is fine, but it will have to be exchanged for the lives of at least a thousand Jiannu, plus all the Hongyi cannons."
Yan Yingyuan finally said: "I'm afraid Duduo won't want the money."
"Not necessarily." Fan Zhongjie said, "Maybe Doduo has been burned to death."
Zhiting remonstrated: "If Duduo is really burned to death, and the commander-in-chief who succeeds Duduo is greedy for money, we may really have a chance to rebuild the slaves this time with the help of the navy."
