The last words he heard before his head fell to the ground was Li Dingguo's sneer: "Aren't you grandsons looking for grandpa? Grandpa is waiting for you here!"
Blood splattered everywhere, and a dead head rolled to the feet of other Qing soldiers.
"Something happened, the general is dead! People are here, come quickly!"
"Where? The general is dead? No way? What should I do?"
As the saying goes, to shoot a man first, shoot a horse, and to capture a thief first, capture the king. This sentence is true everywhere. After a small leader died, the people he led immediately became leaderless and lost their direction.
The next thing was much simpler. Li Dingguo and his men dealt with these Eight Banners disciples who were crying for their fathers and mothers like chopping melons and vegetables. The heavy fog in Phoenix Mountain was stained with the thick smell of blood that could not be dispersed.
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After changing their clothes, Li Dingguo and his thousands of people became a Manchu detachment. With the cover of their clothes, they soon became part of the encirclement.
Zhang Xianzhong and Liu Jinzhong were facing off inside Phoenix Mountain. Without the support of the Qing army from the outside, the number of people under Liu Jinzhong was simply not enough for Zhang Xianzhong, not to mention that most of these people were soldiers brought by Zhang Xianzhong.
It didn't take long for Liu Jinzhong's side to be in chaos. Many people were trembling and crying, saying that they were simply obsessed or forced to join the team that surrendered to the Qing army, and begged Your Majesty to forgive their mistakes.
Zhang Xianzhong waved his hand: "Everyone makes mistakes, but some mistakes have a chance to be corrected, and some mistakes will never have a chance to be corrected again. Today's battle was originally a dead end, but it was the fog that brought life. You know
I don’t know what this means? It means that God bless me Daxi, God bless me Zhang Xianzhong, and my life should not be cut off today!”
Liu Jinzhong looked at the high-spirited emperor opposite him, and for a moment he didn't know how to continue.
"I am not a stingy person, and I think you all know this very well. If anyone knows that he is wrong and is willing to correct it in time, I can forget about it. It depends on your choice."
As soon as these words came out, many people in the opposite camp began to whisper. They were originally people who came from Zhang Xianzhong. Although they followed Liu Jinzhong for a long time, the reason why they surrendered with him was that many of them
It was indeed forced by the situation.
For so many days, his behavior has made many people dissatisfied, but these people have always kept it secret. Now that Zhang Xianzhong has promised in public that he is willing to let things go, many people are naturally unwilling to continue to follow Liu Jinzhong as a traitor.
Everyone thought that Zhang Xianzhong said these words to turn Liu Jinzhong into a polished commander and to make him humiliate himself, but only Zhang Xianzhong knew that those words he just said were meant for Liu Jinzhong.
He really thought so. No one can make mistakes without being a sage. As long as there was still time, he was willing to give Liu Jianzhong a chance to explain, and he was also willing to give him a chance to atone for his mistakes and make meritorious deeds.
Who would have expected that after hearing what Zhang Xianzhong said, Liu Jinzhong looked up to the sky and smiled: "It's really not as good as God. You should have died here today, but you were saved by the heavy fog and familiar terrain of Phoenix Mountain. Anyway, maybe
It is indeed God's will. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. The reason why I am today is entirely due to bad luck. I have nothing to say."
But Zhang Xianzhong still couldn't help but ask: "Old Liu, after all these years, how have I ever failed you, what have I done wrong to treat you badly, and why do you want to join forces with thieves to harm me like this?"
"You didn't treat me wrong in any way, and you didn't do anything bad enough. It's just that I don't like you. Are you satisfied with this answer?" Liu Jinzhong slowly drew out his sword.
"You used to use Chen Sheng's saying that princes, generals and prime ministers would rather have the kind to inspire us, but after Chen Sheng's uprising was successful, what did he do? Did he really live up to his wealth and honor without forgetting each other? Haha
Hahahahahaha!”
He raised his sword high, and the people around him drew their swords with great vigilance. As long as he dared to make a little disobedience, he would be executed on the spot.
But his sword finally fell on his neck, and the last thing he said was, are you really going to be rich and noble, and don’t forget about it? He neither explained anything nor defended himself, but just happily
chose death.
To be fair, although he went too far, Zhang Xianzhong might not really kill him. Maybe this humiliation is more painful for him than killing him. He is making such a decision that goes against his own heart.
Shi Ye must have been struggling for a long time.
Among all people, he has been with Zhang Xianzhong the longest. They are said to be subordinates, but in fact they are more like brothers. It can be said that he is the person who knows Zhang Xianzhong best in the world.
When Zhang Xianzhong was just a poor boy and everyone looked down upon him, Liu Jinzhong resolutely chose to stand on his side and followed him without hesitation to resist tyranny.
Together, they started as recruits and reached where they are today step by step. Only they know how much pain and suffering they experienced during the process. But just when victory was within easy reach, he chose to give up and betrayal. Why on earth did he do this?
Perhaps no one can know.
Zhang Xianzhong looked at the figure who fell in front of him, and in his mind were countless scenes of them fighting side by side, and even blocking knives and guns for each other. This was how they used to be able to trust their backs no matter what the situation.
The other person's brother.
At that time, he probably never dreamed that one day he would watch Liu Jinzhong commit suicide in front of him, separating himself from his camp in such a decisive way.
"Collect his body and take it back for a proper burial..." Zhang Xianzhong seemed to have aged ten years all of a sudden, and the high-spirited emperor just now had lost a lot of his vigor.
However, his decadence only lasted for a few minutes. In a moment, he returned to the leader of the Great Western Army, Zhang Xianzhong, who pointed out the mountains and rivers while talking and laughing.
A huge explosion sounded not far away from them. This explosion was like a signal that lifted everyone's spirits.
"It's Dingguo. They succeeded. Let's take advantage of everyone's full strength to break through and rush out with me." Zhang Xianzhong has always had the courage and ability to take the lead, especially in this situation.
With Li Dingguo on the periphery to confuse people, it became much easier for them to break through the siege. Although Obai and Hauge were not far away from them, their sight was blocked by the increasingly thick fog.
But unable to use his talents, he could only watch Zhang Xianzhong escape from their control.