Chapter 99: Combine the power of China to exterminate its species
The fire burned fiercely, with billowing columns of smoke reaching straight into the sky. The purple smoke lingered over the village all day long. After dusk, there was no more gunshots and horses neighing on the dilapidated old battlefield. The firelight gradually dimmed, and the moon
Climbing up slowly, the majestic Taihang Mountains revealed its vague silhouette in the distance, but it could not provide Li Laiheng with even the slightest sense of security.
Li Laiheng was leading a group of Chuchuang elite troops on the way from Linqing to Damingfu. Along the way, bloody corpses could be seen everywhere in the wilderness. Some were hungry people who died of starvation, some were soldiers killed in the Dashun Army, and others were
They were the government and gentry rebels who had just been suppressed by the Chu army.
The air was solid and the night was silent. As Li Laiheng walked toward Daming Mansion, what he saw and heard along the way made his heart feel more self-blame and guilt.
"I didn't arrive in time to harvest the deer, so the Dashun Mountains suffered this disaster, and so many people suffered from burning and looting... My adoptive father must be very worried, alas... I am really... very sad, very guilty, and very
Blame yourself.”
Liu Fangliang, Fang Yiren, Hao Yaoqi, Gu Kecheng, Guo Sheng and other generals as well as civil and military officers did not know what to say to Li Laiheng. In fact, Liu Fangliang himself was also extremely self-blame. He was Li Zicheng's northern Shaanxi
Yuan Cong's relationship with King Chuang was many times deeper than that of Li Laiheng.
In the battle of Huolu, if the Chu army and the Zuoying cavalry could arrive on the battlefield in time, they would definitely be able to reverse the outcome - in the worst case scenario, Li Zicheng would not have died heroically on the battlefield.
Now that King Chuang is dead and Emperor Yongchang is dead, a pillar in the hearts of the officers and soldiers of the Dashun Army suddenly collapsed, and everyone seemed to have had their souls sucked out, as if they had turned into a walking corpse.
The impact of the Huolu War on the military strength of the Shun Army was far less severe than its impact on the spirit and psychology of the Shun Army.
The war horse Li Laiheng rode was the "Eight Horses of Hexi" given to him by Li Zicheng at the founding ceremony of the Dashun Dynasty. The red horse, which was red in color and resembled a blazing flame, howled in a low voice, and the moonlight filtered through the sparse branches.
, speckled on the horse's back, and Li Laiheng's eye sockets had sunk deeply because of the guilt and anxiety he had felt over the past few days.
His fair face, youthful green hair, and early-born white hair actually turned out to be as pale as snowflakes.
The Chu army was marching westward, and there was silence all around. No one was willing to speak, and they had no mood or energy to speak. The cold moonlight only added to the cold death atmosphere.
Even Liu Fangliang found it difficult to comfort Li Laiheng. At this time, only Fang Yiren could have a positive influence on Suihou.
Under the clear moonlight, Fang Yiren raised his sleeves and yelled: "May I ask what your Majesty is this year?"
Li Laiheng was certainly surprised by Fang Yiren's bizarre question. He wanted to scold Fang Yiren for asking such an untimely question, but when the words to vent his anger came to his lips, he really couldn't say them to Fang Yiren.
Li Laiheng replied: "I remember you are twenty-one years old, right?"
"A twenty-one-year-old is still like a five-year-old child." Fang Yiren sneered, "Today's world is a chaotic world that has not been seen in hundreds of years. People's hearts are in chaos, and their lives are precarious. Who can guarantee that for those who are alive today?
Immortality tomorrow? What’s more, there is no elixir of immortality in the world. Can the late emperor pave the way for the palace lord in ten years or a hundred years? The palace lord himself does not know how many times he has experienced the chaos of life and death, and he will still deal with such a thing now
Depression, oh, so sad!"
Fang Yiren's words were so direct that everyone around him, including Liu Fangliang, were all shocked. Li Laiheng heard these words, but he felt worried, helpless, and bleak about them. He could only
Showing a wry smile.
Seeing Li Laiheng's lackluster appearance, Fang Yiren was even more furious.
Yes, he, Fang Leshan, was just a scholar who accidentally fell into a gang of thieves; yes, he, Fang Leshan, was just a talkative woman who always chewed people's backs behind their backs.
But now that Emperor Dashun has passed away, the Manchurian cavalry has reached the Central Plains, and will have the potential to trample the world. This is the time when Li Laiheng needs to stand up, lead the heroes, and attack the midfield. How can he be allowed to show such a depressed look?
So worthless!
Fang Yiren pointed directly at Li Laiheng's nose and cursed: "With such actions and such magnanimity, do you still want to pacify the world, expel the Donglu, and create peace for all eternity?
If the master of the palace continues to be so stubborn, I think he will have no choice but to retire early and return to his hometown to live a life as a farmer. Aren't you originally a farmer in northern Shaanxi Township? Or you will go back to Mizhi to plow the fields to beg for food. In the future, the Eight Banners soldiers will arrive.
When the time comes, maybe I can become a dressing slave!"
Fang Yiren spoke so rudely that even Hao Yaoqi couldn't stand it anymore. Hao Yaoqi was also Li Zicheng's Northern Shaanxi Yuan follower. Although he always made some sneaky mistakes, so he fell into the status of a pawn for a long time, but because he followed Li Laiheng
He has been promoted repeatedly and has now grown into a capable general in Chu Chuang.
Fang Yiren's words made Hao Yaoqi even more angry. He felt that Fang Yiren, a scholar who surrendered to the Ming Dynasty, was indeed not the same person as the thieves who broke into the camp. He also felt that Fang Yiren had spoken rudely to Li Laiheng and was so insulting.
, has committed a capital crime.
"How dare you, a dog scholar, speak so shamelessly!"
With a sound of brushing, Hao Yaoqi pulled out the sword from his waist, clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and was about to rush over and kill Fang Yiren under the horse. Liu Fangliang hurriedly accelerated and galloped over, grabbed Hao Yaoqi's reins from the side with one hand, and persuaded
: "Wave the flag, don't mess around, don't mess around."
Fang Yiren was indifferent to Hao Yaoqi's anger. What he was holding in his hand was the platinum fracture fan given to him by Li Laiheng. When he just scolded Li Laiheng, the folding fan had already been squeezed hard by Fang Yiren who was in a rage.
, half damaged.
The black scholar's anger was no weaker than that of Hao Yaoqi. Hao Yaoqi was angry that he had spoken rudely to Li Laiheng, but the black scholar was angry at this time. How could Li Laiheng be so pretentious?
No heroic spirit!
He smashed the platinum fractured fan with one hand, threw it on Li Laiheng's face with a bang, and cursed: "Han and Hu are not at odds with each other. The spring and Autumn period is righteous, and righteousness lies in repelling the barbarians and taking revenge. Is it possible for nine generations to take revenge? Although it can be done for a hundred generations.
also!"
Li Laiheng asked Fang Yiren to scold him for having no temper at all, and could only smile bitterly. He waved to Hao Yaoqi and whispered: "Wave the flag, don't go crazy here. Go crazy and go to the battlefield to avenge the late emperor."
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Then Li Laiheng clasped his fists and apologized to Fang Yiren: "Leshan, it's my fault that I let you unleash such a thunderous fire. The dog Tatars killed my late emperor. This is a great hatred of the Spring and Autumn Period that Dashun must avenge for thousands of generations, even if it lasts for a hundred generations. We
The purpose of going to Daimyo here is not to escape back to the south of the Yellow River in embarrassment, but to gather troops to fight again and sacrifice the lives of the Manchu people to the late emperor."
Li Laiheng looked at the sword on his waist that had been taken captive from the hands of the Qing army general Ye Bilong. After spitting, he threw the sword and sheath into the river in front of him.
"The Yi Di are afraid of power but have no morals, and the Eastern captives are cunning and rebellious. They are all wolf-hearted and dog-eating people. I, Li Laiheng, swear here that I will exterminate all the Yi tribe, never root out their roots, destroy their nests, and kill their kind. Together.
The power of China will sweep through the black mountains and white waters, go straight to the Huanglong Palace, search and kill everyone, and wipe out everything. Otherwise, I, Li Laiheng, will be killed by thousands of blades and thousands of arrows, and I will not be able to save a single body!"