An iron cage was brought up. Fan Wencheng, a former civil servant of the Qing Dynasty, the prince's grand master, and Huang Taiji's most important minister, was locked in the cage like a dog. He witnessed the big explosion last night and saw countless Qing soldiers killed.
The sea of fire, a huge blow to the body and mind, his eyes were dull and he was speechless.
"Fan Wencheng is a Han in vain. He considers thieves as his father and helps Zhou to abuse. Today, he will behead this great traitor in front of the two armies in full view of the public as a warning to others!" Yuan Chonghuan said loudly.
This move was also intended to undermine the morale of the Qing army. Fan Wencheng has always been a demi-god in the Qing Dynasty. It is said that he can call upon the wind and rain, and spread the beans to make soldiers. He is the spiritual support of some people in the Qing Dynasty, and is also a role model and protection for the Han people's surrender.
Or, the shock caused by his death is no less than an eight-magnitude earthquake. The conflict between the Manchus and Han will definitely become more intense after his death. The determination of the Qing army to go south will also be severely damaged. The prince was chased and lost his armor.
Baylor was chopped down with a knife, and Mr. Fan, the think tank of the Qing Dynasty, died again. I am afraid that no matter how energetic the Qing people are, they will collapse.
"General Liu, you captured the old thief Fan, and I ask you to supervise his execution," Yuan Chonghuan said.
"That's what I meant!" This was what Liu Ziguang wanted. He urged his horse to come to the iron cage and directed a few swordsmen to drag Fan Wencheng, who was wearing plain white underwear, out of the cage and onto a wooden vehicle.
The carriage was coming, and Fan Wencheng fell to his knees with a kick from the swordsman.
"Do you have anything else to say?" Liu Ziguang asked.
Fan Wencheng's face was pale. Decades of past events were vivid in his mind. Scenes of scenes flashed in his mind. When Corporal Taizu Nurha Chilixian visited his old man for the first time, he came out to greet me barefoot, even though he was just a repeater.
I am a failed scholar who failed the exam, but I was treated like a treasure, obeyed, and treated with great courtesy. Later, when Taizu passed away and Emperor Taiji of Babeile came to the throne, his treatment went up to a higher level. There were several times
The plan failed. Not only did he fail to pursue the responsibility, he also stopped Mang Gurtai who insisted on killing him. He did not hesitate to turn his brothers against each other. After Huang Taiji was unfortunately killed by Yuan Chonghuan during the southern expedition, Fulin came to the throne, and Prince Rui became more
Ergon supervises the country. The attitude of the uncle and nephew towards him can be said to be that of gods. They always treat him as sir when they meet. For a Han minister to receive this honor, he will never be able to repay the kindness of the Qing Dynasty to him.
He raised his head slightly, bowed three times with difficulty facing the north, and said in a hoarse voice: "Wen Cheng can no longer assist the emperor and prince, so let's say goodbye. Wen Cheng will never blame others for losing his life. Han people
It's right to hate me, sooner or later they will understand the greatness of me, Fan Wencheng! My only regret is that I only have one life to devote to my motherland - the Qing Dynasty!"
"Let's do it. Have you sharpened the knife? I want to go more quickly." Fan Wencheng said to the axehand calmly. His mind had already flown back to his home in Beijing, where his useless eldest son and toddler right-grandson
There is also my little daughter Bingbing who has not left the court. I will never see you again.
The swordsman had never seen such a generous sacrifice. He was so stunned that he didn't dare to strike.
"Fuck it, I'll do it!" Liu Ziguang forgot his duty as a supervisor and played a guest role as an executioner. He looked around and borrowed a big knife that had experienced a fierce battle from a soldier.
It's full of curled edges and notches, and it's really dull.
The swordsman pulled Fan Wencheng's braid, exposing his thin neck, and Liu Ziguang slashed hard with his sword. General Liu, who was an expert in swordsmanship, actually chopped sideways and took off half of Fan Wencheng's shoulder. He hurriedly said:
"Sorry." Then he swung the knife and chopped again, using a blunt knife for more than twenty times before cutting off Fan Wencheng's head. Rather than cutting, it is more suitable to use a saw.
Dorgon saw all this in the telescope, his heart was cut like a knife, and he burst into tears. Mr. Fan went anyway, and died before his own eyes. The entire Qing army also witnessed this tragic scene, and suddenly the whole country burst into mourning.
, Mr. Fan is dead, and the god-like military commander Mr. Fan was slaughtered like a dog. How can we still fight this battle?
Fortunately, after beheading Fan Wencheng, Yuan Chonghuan did not order another attack, but instead ordered the troops to retreat. The generals asked him in confusion why he did not defeat the Qing army in one go. Yuan Chonghuan confidently said: "The trapped beasts are still fighting, so why increase the casualties of the soldiers?"
, within three days, the Qing army will retreat."
Fan Wencheng's head was carried in a brocade box and sent to the Qing army camp. The person who presented the head was none other than the one-armed Song Qingfeng. This candidate was chosen by Liu Ziguang. He was no longer interested in killing Song Qingfeng. The hatred from the last time was still there.
The people under Liguo City have been resolved. What we need to do now is to give Song Qingfeng a mental blow and send back the head of the target he protected. This can be regarded as a great shame and humiliation. It is inevitable that Dorgon will not kill him in anger.
The haggard one-armed man hung the brocade box containing Fan Wencheng's head around his neck, with Fan Wencheng's headless body tucked under his left arm. He walked alone to the Qing army camp, with Liu Ziguang's words ringing in his ears: "
Song Qingfeng, if I don’t kill you, I will give you a chance to change your ways. Go back to your Wudang Mountains and become a Taoist priest. Traitors are not that easy to be."
His heart was filled with despair, and there was a huge gap. Revenge was completely in vain, but was that all?
After Dorgon received Fan Wencheng's body and head, he personally licked up the blood on the head, ordered people to sew the body together, and buried it in mourning ceremony. Prince Rui cried for two hours until his tears dried up.
His mouth and nose were bleeding, and his true feelings touched the whole army. It made those who heard it cry and those who heard it sad. As for Song Qingfeng, a guard from the Military Aircraft Department who failed to protect him well, he was dealt with by military law. His head was beheaded with a knife and he was hastily buried with a roll of straw mat.
It's a pity that a generation of romantic young heroes ended up like this.
After returning, Yuan Chonghuan immediately made arrangements. The Tatars were unable to fight anymore and would retreat within three days. The day the Tatars retreated was when the Ming Dynasty regained Shandong. Liu Ziguang's 3,000 iron guards and 500 death battalions were chasing the troops.
In the sequence of events, the armies are now returning to their camps to rest, recharge their batteries, and wait for the Qing army to withdraw.
It was night, in the open space in front of the army tent in the death camp, the model play "The General Chasing the Man King Under the Moon" arranged by Liu Ziguang himself was being screened. A handsome young man was dressed as Liu Ziguang, and another extremely vulgar-looking guy was dressed in a dragon.
Wen Jia Jia pretended to be Dorgon. The two of them waved riding whips on the stage and pretended to be riding horses. The man in front took off his armor while running. The exaggerated and funny performance vilified Dorgon and highlighted Liu Ziguang's bravery and greatness.
This made the soldiers below, who were drinking and eating meat and watching the performance, burst into laughter.
Li Yan's seat was right next to Liu Ziguang. He took advantage of the actor's curtain call and the next performance of "The General Kills Lord Baylor" was about to be performed. He raised his head and said: "What plans does the general have for future wars?"
Liu Ziguang glanced at him suspiciously and said: "Follow the army and fight forward, liberate the compatriots enslaved by the Tatars in Shandong and even the whole country, and grab some valuable things by the way. Well, that's it, are you satisfied?"
"The general is really a frank person." Li Yan was taken aback by Liu Ziguang's unabashedly frank language.
"After repeated attacks, it seems that the Qing army is about to retreat. Once the army retreats, what chance will we have to get valuable things? Can we still rob the people?" Li Yan said with a sigh.
"What kind of advice does Li Qianhu have? To put it bluntly, there is no need to worry about it." Liu Ziguang said puzzledly.
Li Yan smiled sadly: "I have a plan, which can not only make a lot of money, but also make the general famous forever. I don't know whether I should talk about it or not."
Usually such words are spoken by people with strong complaints. Liu Ziguang resisted slapping Li Yan's big mouth, and said patiently, gently and sincerely: "Please also ask Li Qianhu
Expressly stated.”
Li Yan took out a map from his arms, leaned his head over and said something.
After a while, Liu Ziguang raised his head with a confused look on his face: "Is this okay?"
"Of course you can. There are not many soldiers but there are many. The Iron Guards are all elite cavalry and can cooperate with the general's actions." Li Yan said firmly.
"The Iron Guards are the private soldiers of Factory Owner Peng. How can you let it go after I've been ruined by him? It's not appropriate, Xiao Li." Liu Ziguang thought for a moment. With more than 3,000 people doing this big business, it would be a bit like beating an egg against a rock.
meaning.
"It doesn't matter if the three thousand Iron Guards cavalry are all fired. Maybe the factory owner will be happier." Li Yan suddenly said such an inexplicable statement.
"Why?" Liu Ziguang was very surprised. An elite soldier like Tiewei was a treasure, and even a wealthy owner like Liguo Iron Works couldn't afford to support them.
"How could a scheming master like Factory Owner Peng be so generous as to send 3,000 cavalrymen to fight for the imperial court for free? General Liu didn't know something. These 3,000 cavalrymen were all trained by Yu Hualong. Now people
Although he is dead, his influence is still there. Basically all the middle and lower-level officers have participated in the rebellion. Although the factory owner has said that the wrongdoers will not be held accountable, who can safely use these two-pronged troops instead of spending huge military expenditures to support them?
If tigers are infested, it is better to lend them to Marshal Yuan to drive. It is said that Marshal Yuan, in order to express his gratitude to the iron factory, promised to add 5,000 prisoners of war to the iron factory as slaves after the war. But then again, it is not a bad thing to go into battle to kill the Tatars.
It’s better than cleaning up our secrets.”
"Li Qianhu knows a lot of secrets. I don't know all of them. So my subordinates also came forward to die?" Liu Ziguang immediately thought of his own family's death camp, and it was not worth it to spend all of it.
"Perhaps, it is not a good thing after all that the general holds a team that is not loyal to the iron factory. What Factory Owner Peng values is not your death camp, but you. It may be possible to use up the death camp through war.
This is the most acceptable method for you. Xiao Ke said that the general can understand." Li Yan's gentle words caused a stir in Liu Ziguang's heart like thunder.
"Oh" Liu Ziguang fell into deep thought. Factory owner Peng is a bit like Chiang Kai-shek. He pushed non-brands and non-direct relatives to the front line to be consumed, while his central army artillerymen hid in the rear to retain their strength. Wait until all five hundred people in my death battalion are dead.
, I no longer have a team, so I can only be his door-to-door son-in-law, huh, what a beautiful idea.
"What do brothers Li mean by this?" Liu Ziguang asked Li Yan using a more intimate title.
"Li was originally a scholar in Henan, and his family was wealthy. Later, someone in Henan established the Zheng Kingdom. After the war began, the Li family fell. Li relied on reading several military books to recruit troops and rebel. Later, he was defeated and retreated to
Near Xuzhou Prefecture, Yu Hualong saw that the few hundred remnants of our army were still able to fight, so he spent a huge sum of money to recruit us." Li Yan paused, and then said: "What happened to the other two thousand households, Wang Dahai and Fan Jianqiang?
I am almost not the confidant of Factory Owner Peng. Once these three thousand people are gone, Li will have no one to rely on. Today, I see that the general's martial arts and intelligence were rare at that time. He also cherished his soldiers and had a great sense of justice. Li
If I am willing to assist him, I can just be a counselor without leading troops, and I also ask for the general's approval."
Happy people say happy words, and Li Yan also recognized Liu Ziguang's point and spoke frankly. If he wanted to get into something like Sangu Thatched Cottage, Liu Ziguang would have been impatient for a long time. As expected, these sincere words moved Liu Ziguang. His face
He showed a smile and said: "Well, I am missing a military advisor. I agreed. Brother Li will be my military advisor from now on, but Wang Dahai..."
"Brother Wang, I'll communicate with you. The general won't give up. Li is willing to serve the general from now on." Li Yan's defection was successful, and he was very happy in his heart.
"It's easy to talk about." Being able to recruit the military advisor general and annex three thousand iron guards is a huge windfall. Liu Ziguang's eyebrows crooked with laughter. "Is the plan the military advisor just mentioned really feasible?"
"Li has already planned it." Li Yan took advantage of the cluttered sounds around him to explain the plan in detail in a low voice.
"Fuck! It's decided." Liu Ziguang punched the armrest of the chair.