Chapter 142: Chuanting is dead, and the Ming Dynasty is revived
The screams in the side room became less and less, and Sun Chuanting was desperate to the extreme. He knew what this meant. It seemed that all the generals he had brought to Huailai City had been slaughtered for Wu Sangui.
Hong Chengchou...
He thought of the past many years ago when he followed Hong Chengchou and the two of them complemented each other in the Shaanxi suppression of bandits. Scenes from the past appeared in front of Sun Chuanting like a revolving lantern. He saw the first time he met Hong Chengchou.
I also saw how respectful I was towards Hong Hyung-gu, and how the two of them talked happily about state affairs all night long.
There are still many past events. Sun Chuanting did not believe that Hong Chengchou was such a ruthless and unjust person. But how did Hong Chengchou repay when the Holy Emperor treated him as a national scholar? How did he repay today when he treated him as a close friend?
?
"Hong Hyung-gu...are you still alive?"
Sun Chuanting asked himself silently, but the movements of his hands did not stop. The enemy's battle formation became more and more murderous, and it was already extremely difficult for the Qin army generals to snatch a weapon. Sun Chuanting used his fingers to directly
My fingernails inserted into the gaps in the screen wall and dug out pieces of bricks and stones.
All the nails on his ten fingers had been broken, and each finger was rubbed bloody on the brick wall. The blood seemed to have soaked the hard screen wall, making it easier for Sun Chuanting to dig out a stone.
In addition, there were some generals of the Qin army who had not grabbed weapons. Like Sun Chuanting, they used their ten fingers, which had drained of blood and turned black, and even the nails had all broken off.
A piece of masonry.
Sun Chuanting could no longer feel the pain in his hands. His mind, his heart, and all his consciousness and energy had become numb. All that remained was his regret for the passing of the Ming Dynasty, and his personal anger and hatred for Hong Chengchou.
"Hong Chengchou!"
He grabbed the bricks and stones with full anger, and rushed up behind Li Chengdong. The heavily armed Guan Ningbing had never seen such a ferocious beast. Isn't Sun Chuanting a scholar? But now he is covered in blood.
, but seems to be more terrifying than any general returning from the battlefield.
Sun Chuanting directly grabbed bricks and smashed them into the face of the enemy soldier. His shoulder was slashed by Guan Ningbing's long knife, and his brocade robe became extremely heavy because it was soaked with blood.
"The Ming Dynasty..." Gao Jie couldn't help but shed tears, "Revival is empty talk, what on earth have we done?"
A dense rain of arrows shot into the hall. Li Chengdong, who was rushing at the front, was hit by several arrows all over his body. He fell to the ground like a red hedgehog. He struggled forward two steps with all his strength. Guan Ningjun
Lieutenant General Yang Kun quickly drew out his saber, rushed forward and violently chopped off Li Chengdong's head.
The force of this knife was not enough, and it only cut into Li Chengdong's neck a few inches, leaving him barely alive. Li Chengdong immediately used all his strength to fly towards Yang Kun, and roared in his mouth: "The Ming Dynasty betrayed me, I
We have not failed the Ming Dynasty!"
He grabbed Yang Kun's neck with both hands, but the surrounding Guan Ning soldiers immediately swarmed forward, slashed Li Chengdong into a ball of flesh with swords and guns.
The soldiers of the Guan Ning Army who were arranged in a military formation in the hall rushed forward in one go. This time the generals of the Qin Army finally could not resist. Their flesh and blood were all cut apart by swords, and they lay down in a pool of blood one after another. What did Sun Chuanting say?
He couldn't hear anything anymore. He couldn't hear the screams of his generals, or their wails and pleas for help. The world in his eyes seemed to have turned into a gray-white color.
"Supervisor!"
Gao Jie rushed over with all his strength and stood in front of Sun Chuanting. Several sharp arrows pierced his back. Gao Jie finally couldn't hold on anymore and knelt on one knee.
Sun Chuanting didn't seem to even see this scene. His eyes were fixed on the closed door in the distance, as if he was talking to himself or an old friend:
"The Chuan court dies, and the Ming dynasty dies..."
"Where is Hong Chengchou, the martyred governor of Songshan who was enshrined on the Three Holy Altars?!"
Sun Chuanting was calling Hong Chengchou, but the old friend he mentioned, Hong Chengchou, who was worshiped with the highest courtesy by Emperor Chongzhen and who should have died for his country in Songshan, was indeed dead, without leaving even a trace.
The closed door was slowly opened. Hong Chengchou stood silently outside the door. With one hand behind his back, he looked at the bloody and bloody scenes in the hall and said coldly: "It took so long to kill such a group of people without weapons."
, incompetent...still needs Manchurian warriors to take action."
A group of Manchu soldiers standing behind Hong Chengchou lined up and entered the hall. They all wore cloth face armor and held weapons, but they did not wear a helmet, revealing his trademark pig tail braided head.
After Sun Chuanting saw Hong Chengchou appear, he finally stood up. After he bowed his hands to Beijing first, he finally turned to Hong Chengchou and cursed angrily:
"In the past, the late Emperor set up three altars to offer sacrifices to you, but they were almost all sacrifices to dogs!"
Hong Chengchou was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then suddenly laughed:
"The late emperor sacrificed to me and moved heaven and earth with sincerity. I will live it to assist the Ming Dynasty. There are many thieves in Sun Chuan's court. Today I have captured and killed the rebels, Chuan Ting is dead, and the Ming Dynasty has been revived."
"Kill all these traitors and leave no trace behind!"
Hong Chengchou gave the order indifferently, and the Manchu soldiers immediately followed. The Qing army and the Ming army took action at the same time. The morale of the Qin army generals who were desperately resisting finally collapsed. A general who had made countless military exploits suddenly fell into disgrace.
He dropped the bricks in his hand, collapsed on the ground and cried loudly.
Only Gao Jie stood in front of Sun Chuanting, still trying to resist the enemy's attack. However, he was unable to defeat four hands. Two spears penetrated his left and right thighs respectively, and the bones were exposed. The mountain harrier could not stand up again today.
coming.
Guan Ningjun pulled out his spear, and then a Manchu warrior with a bald scalp rushed up and stabbed Gao Jie in the abdomen. Gao Jie stretched out his hand with force and grabbed the blade with five fingers. The blade cut his fingers all over.
It was blood, but Gao Jie was unconscious.
He clearly felt the flow of his life, and finally lowered his head and said in an inaudible voice: "Zi Cheng... I'm sorry for you... I really want to ask you, do I still have a chance to be your brother again?"
The Manchurian soldier's broadsword stabbed him a few more times, and Gao Jie suddenly showed an unusually ferocious look. He ignored the sword being stabbed in his abdomen, flew forward, grabbed the Manchurian soldier, and punched the enemy on the bridge of his nose, but then something changed.
Many enemy soldiers swarmed forward, and three or four swords were slashed at the same time. Gao Jie could not hold on, and was covered with bruises. He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to say something, but soon Guan Ningbing raised his blunderbuss and smashed his gun with a bang.
The head was blown to pieces.
The smell of blood in the hall was so strong that Hong Chengchou couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose with his sleeves. He waved his hand, never looked at Sun Chuanting again, turned around and ordered the guards to close the door:
"Today we will kill Chuan Ting, and tomorrow we will revive the Ming Dynasty."
The shouts of killing shook the sky.
The generals of the Qin army were like a dead dog or a mouse, being wantonly trampled and killed by Guan Ning's army and the Eight Banners soldiers.
Sun Chuanting knew that there was no room for recovery. He thought of the past incident when he suddenly killed He Renlong at a Hongmen banquet in order to rectify military discipline before leading the Qin army out of the border, and he finally laughed uncontrollably:
"Hahaha, retribution is not good, retribution is not good..."
His laughter was like a crowd of crows neighing, which made people's skin crawl:
"Hahaha...my Ming Dynasty, my emperor...my Ming Dynasty..."
Even the Manchurian soldiers who had killed countless innocent civilians felt a chill to their bones. They did not want to hear the old man in front of them sneer anymore. They lit a fire and threw the torch into the hall, while sealing the walls on all sides.
door.
The flames ignited fiercely, and the Ming Dynasty was born in response to the virtue of fire, and finally passed the last day of its life in a flame.
In April of the 16th year of Chongzhen, Chongzhen was in peace, and the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty were in peace. Chuanting was dead, and Ming Dynasty was dead.