"My lord! I'm the official... I'm the official... I'm the official..."
Li Dezheng, deputy envoy of the General Affairs Department, is young and promising. He was a Jinshi in the 17th year of Kangxi's reign and rose to the rank of a third-rank official in seven years. It cannot but be said that he is proud of his success and his future is limited. 【】uu But now, he is like a bereaved dog.
Looking at Ma Qi, the imperial censor of Zuodu in front of him, his face was full of pain, frustration, and fear. There were three "lower officials" in a row, but the sword they were holding tightly could not be stabbed, and they were hesitant and hesitant.
The suffering made him unable to stop.
There was only a blank in his mind, his heart was shaking violently, and his hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the sword.
God, why are you doing this to me? What evil did I commit in my previous life to end up like this in this life!
Li Dezheng was about to cry. He didn't want to kill anyone, but he had no choice. He could only accept the almost torturous arrangement of fate for him.
Now that the matter has come to this, there is nothing more to say. Ma Qi looked up to the sky and sighed, slowly closed his eyes, opened his mouth slightly, and said softly to Li Dezheng: "Master Li, you don't have to be like this. I don't hate you. You were forced by the bandit soldiers."
, is a last resort. Now that the capital has been captured, we people deserve to die. Since we deserve to die, there is no need to fear death. But I beg Mr. Li to give me a happy death, so that I can die... die... die...
Be more comfortable." In the end, I'm afraid the word "comfortable" was the best way to die that Ma Qi could think of.
Perhaps he felt that it was inappropriate to die like this, so Ma Qi straightened his robes in an indifferent manner, carefully wrapped his braid around his neck, and even leaned down to lightly dust his shoes. After doing all this
, he closed his eyes again, as if he had been isolated from the world. The sounds of begging for mercy and crying in his ears seemed to disappear in an instant, and the spiritual platform was already clear.
Death is not something to be afraid of. I just lament that the inheritance of our ancestors has fallen into the hands of thieves and soldiers, causing ruin to all living beings and suffering for the people. Even if I am a capable horse, I will not be able to redeem myself even if I die a hundred times!
Thinking that war would break out all over the country from now on, Ma Qi's heart was filled with inexplicable grief and uncontrollable pain. It was like a fire was burning in his chest, making his heart burn so painfully and so hot...
"call!"
After taking a long breath, Ma Qi froze there, waiting for the fatal blow.
"Sir, I will give you the rank..."
Li Dezheng was crying with tears and snot in his eyes, and he moved the sword in his hand towards Ma Qi's chest inch by inch.
"Master Li, take action!"
Seeing that Li Dezheng was crying and refusing to stab himself, Ma Qi also became a little anxious. He was not afraid of death, but the feeling of waiting for death was really uncomfortable. The country was broken, and if you couldn't turn the tide, you should die quickly!
"Sir, please bear with me, the official is coming!"
When Ma Qi shouted, Li Dezheng was excited. Seeing that Master Ma had opened his eyes and stared at him, his eyes were full of pleading. He trembled and shouted "Ah" before thrusting his long sword towards him.
on the other person's chest.
"Pfft!" There was a sound, and the sound of the sword tip entering the flesh was inaudible.
"I killed someone, I killed someone!..."
Before Ma Qi's screams could be heard, Li Dezheng was heard shouting and yelling as if he was going crazy, causing all the officials around him who were killing people for the first time to stare at him.
He stared sideways.
The coldness from the sword's edge could be clearly felt on the skin on his chest, and Li Dezheng's shouting made Ma Qi think that he was about to die, but...but...why wasn't the wound very painful?
With his eyes closed, he tried his best to imagine the scene of death, waiting for the moment when he fell. Ma Qi even wondered whether he should shout "Long live the Qing Dynasty, long live the Emperor" before he died.
However, he did not feel the loss of consciousness for a long time, but instead became more and more awake.
what happened?!
Ma Qi subconsciously lowered his head to his chest. He couldn't help being dumbfounded. He saw that the sword in Li De's forehand had just penetrated his official uniform. The long sword only made a cut on his chest and did not stab him at all.
Go in.
Ma Qi felt angry as if he had been teased. He looked at Li Dezheng who was still yelling with a livid face and shouted: "Master Li!"
But I don't know whether Li Dezheng didn't hear it or he was completely irrational now. Ma Qi called him twice but got no response from him.
"well!"
This stupid egg!
We can't count on Li Dezheng. Instead of asking for help, it's better to ask for yourself! Ma Qi suddenly stretched out his hands and grasped the blade of the long sword, and then used all his strength to rush towards the tip of the sword.
"Poof!"
This time, the sound of the sword cutting into the flesh was clear, and the huge pain was real and clear.
"Well!…"
Ma Qi let out a low cry of pain, and then used the last bit of strength to lean back. With another "poof", the sword was pulled out from his chest, and with a "plop", Ma Qi fell straight to the ground.
.
Blood surged like a fountain, and the source of life seemed to have been drained.
Pain, dizziness, blur.
Why is it getting dark gradually?
His eyelids slowly closed, his twitching body stopped moving, and his fingers seemed to no longer belong to his body, and he stopped tapping at the end.
Ma Qi died peacefully.
Li Dezheng also woke up, suddenly and in shock. He was surprised to find that except for himself, there was no one alive around him. There were corpses everywhere he could see, and occasionally he could hear a faint moan.
Voice.
"Pull that man over and carry the bodies down."
Zhao Qiang gave an order and came to the Han officials who were still immersed in the panic after killing people. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. Forcing these Han officials to kill Manchu officials was in vain to make them useful, but
He was also confused as to how to use it.
Now he just wants to kill all the bannermen in Beijing, and then return to the outside of the pass with the wealth of Beijing before Kangxi's army returns. This is also the beginning of the plan to enter the pass, which he made with Hu Wang, Qi Zhuang and the others.
. But now, he suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have to go back outside the customs. But why he didn't have to go back, he couldn't tell because he hadn't touched that point yet.
Not knowing what to say to these Han officials, Zhao Qiang had no choice but to cough twice and cover himself up. His mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about how to deal with these Han officials. But there was always a pair of eyes in the crowd watching him, from beginning to end.
Watching him, but he doesn't know.
After hesitating, the owner of those eyes decided to seize this opportunity. Whether he can become a successful person depends on it now. If he missed it, he would have no regrets. He boldly pushed aside several officials who were blocking the way, and did not rush or make a fuss.
Fearfully, he suddenly came to the somewhat embarrassed thief general, bowed his hands, and said softly: "May I ask, general, do you want to be a bandit or the master of this world?"