The back door of my house can last until the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 188 Repent, Chongzhen!

The cold wind blows in late autumn, and the blood of loyalty and righteousness surges!
A bloody arrow splashed out from Ni Dalu's neck.

Fly forward.

Immediately fell to the ground.

Ni Dalu looked in the direction of the palace, the light in her eyes gradually dissipated.

"what!!!"

A woman ran out from behind, looked at Ni Dalu who was lying on the ground, and shouted towards the armored soldiers in front: "You bastards, even ghosts won't let you go!"

This woman is Ni Dalu's wife.

She threw herself next to Ni Dalu's body, picked up the sword on the ground, and put it across her neck just like Ni Dalu.

"Stop her!"

A hundred households pointed at Ni Dalu's wife and shouted.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

"Husband, my concubine is here!"

Ni Dalu's wife yelled, and stabbed suddenly with the long sword in her hand.

A long and narrow opening came out from the neck.

Blood spattered and mixed with Ni Dalu's blood.

Husband and wife have lived together for decades, they cannot live together, and they will share blood when they die.

In the court, there are people like Yang Sichang, Qian Qianyi, and Hong Chengchou who sell their masters and seek glory, and there are also staunch and unyielding loyalists like Ni Dalu.

Ni Dalu's wife was lying next to him, and when the last light in her eyes dissipated, a smile appeared on her face.

Black used from all sides, she closed her eyes.

"It's so strong!"

Baihu moved.

"If the imperial court is full of officials like this, how can it be so bad?!"

Baihu sighed.

People's hearts are fleshy, and no one will not be moved by the scene in front of them.

"Report the news here to your lord!" Baihu looked at the commanding soldier behind him.

As soon as the words fell, another angry shout came from outside.

Baihu turned around sharply.

I saw a "burning man" coming towards this side.

That is Ni Dalu's son.

I saw that his body was covered in flames, and he was holding two crock pots in his hands.

"Ah, traitor, I want to die with you!"

Ni Dalu's son fell into a frenzy and rushed towards the armored soldiers.

Seeing this, hundreds of households hurriedly shouted: "Go!"

After saying that, he took the spear from the soldier next to him, and suddenly stabbed forward.

His spirit is indeed moving, but Baihu will not let his subordinates die.

"Pfft!"

The spear pierced his chest.

Under the unyielding gaze, Ni Dalu's son gradually lay down.

The light in his eyes faded, but there was no surrender on his face.

"retreat!"

Baihu yelled again, leading the soldiers back to the surroundings.

"Oh!"

With a loud bang, the earthen jar in Ni Dalu's son exploded, and pieces flew across.

The servants of the mansion rushed from all directions.

They knew that they were no match for these soldiers, but they rushed forward without hesitation.

Baihu looked at the servants rushing over, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

At that time, outside Tongguan, those elites ran like wolves after seeing their soldiers, but now, these untrained servants dare to rush up.

The contrast is hard to describe for a while.

"It's a group of loyal men, if you can survive, you will survive!"

Baihu shouted.

However, Baihu still underestimated the stamina of these servants.

Even if they are not the opponents of these soldiers, even if they are surrounded, they have no intention of surrendering.

When the war subsided, Ni Dalu's family was loyal to the country, and there was no one alive.

Even the female relatives of the family hanged themselves in the boudoir.

Such a degree of stamina is shocking.

The building is about to fall, but it is supported with weak strength.

Even though Zhizhi is not an opponent, he still has no hesitation.

It can be said that they are pedantic and ignorant, but their spirit and integrity are beyond doubt.

Baihu led his soldiers and placed the bodies of Ni Dalu's family in the front yard.

They also had people clean up the blood on their bodies, and changed into clean clothes.

The sun was shining on them, and the autumn wind was bleak.

They and this empire, which has been passed down for nearly 300 years, entered the dust.

Those who are in charge of the mantis' arms will eventually be crushed by the wheels of history.

But their spirit and integrity will last forever in the world.

Looking at the dead body on the ground, Baihu sighed: "He is a loyal and good official. Unfortunately, this world is like this, and there is nothing I can do!"

After speaking, he gave a military salute to Ni Dalu.

Then, lead the troops out.

The city is not yet stable, and a large number of green-skinned hooligans are still making trouble in the city. These people need to be cleaned up thoroughly.

The strong wind picked up again, and the temperature in the capital was a little bit colder.

Sun Jie stood on the Chengmen Building of Zhengyangmen, looking towards Liaodong.

"Has Zhao Dading set off?"

He looked at Sun Chuanting behind him.

Sun Chuanting nodded and said, "My lord, I set off an hour ago!"

"That's good!"

Sun Jie said.

The capital has been won, and Liaodong is next.

After dealing with the affairs in the capital, they will lead the troops northward.

The most urgent task now is to take down Shanhaiguan and Ningyuan.

Prepare for the future attack on Liaodong.

This time, Sun Jie wants to complete his work in one battle and completely wipe out the Jiannu in Liaodong.

"Plow its court, sweep its holes, wipe out its seedlings, and destroy them all!"

Sun Jie read out Emperor Xianzong's strategy for Liaodong.

It's just that Chenghua Liting is not thorough.

This time, Sun Jie wanted to sweep Liaodong thoroughly.

Sweep wherever you go, even if you encounter eggs, you have to shake the yolks.

"My lord, there are about four or five days before the capital can be pacified.

The grain supply in the capital has been cut off a month ago, the road is difficult, our food will not be able to get in for a while, it is estimated that it will take seven or eight days to come!
Our military rations can only be used to supply the army. If we use them to help the common people, it may not be enough! "

Sun Chuanting behind him talked about the current predicament.

The official road outside the capital can almost be described as dilapidated.

There is a pit on the left, and another pit. Although the speed of the car is fast, the road is really unbearable, and the speed is ridiculously slow.

"Take those scholars and gentry in the city and let them build roads.

These people have been pampered and pampered for so many years, so they should know what labor is, and let them enjoy the life of the people at the bottom!

One by one is superior, I don't know the so-called! "

Sun Jie said with a contemptuous face.

Those scholars and scholars in the capital, after being brutally killed by Sun Jie, were all honest and honest, and dared not say anything, let alone sing a different tune.

These scholars found that the methods they used to deal with the king were no longer effective.

In the past, those emperors were afraid that no one would be an official in the local area, so no matter how fierce the scholars were, they would just kill the leaders.

But Sun Jie was different, he didn't care if he was the leader or not, as long as he participated in it, he would kill him, or he would kill like a massacre.

They did not expect this level of killing.

When the butcher's knife swept across, they finally realized that it turned out that if the knife is cut over, people will really die.

Sun Jie will not be like other kings who are afraid of killing all the scholars and leaving no one to govern the place.

Again, this land lacks everything except talents.

Before Han Gaozu cut the white snake uprising, those partners around him, including himself, were all low-level personnel.

I don't know a few big characters, and I'm even more rude.

But the result?

It was these traffickers and butchers who later became prime ministers and generals.

Could it be that this place in Pei County is a place of outstanding people?
Do not!
This is the characteristic of this land.

There are talented people everywhere, but Bole is lacking.

Besides, Sun Jie has already started to set up a school in Shaanxi.

So what if all the scholars are killed?

Ten years later, how many talents are needed and how many talents are there.

As for these scholars, to be honest, they can survive.

If you dare to act recklessly, there is only one dead end.

Any scholar should bow his head under the butcher's knife.

"Order!"

Behind him, Sun Chuanting cupped his fists towards Sun Jie and conveyed Sun Jie's order.

Not long after, all the scholars and scholars in the city were escorted by soldiers and went out of the city.

Sun Jie watched clearly from the top of the city, and there was no disturbance in his heart.

This is what they asked for.

Since the Song Dynasty, scholars have been spoiled.

Sun Jie shook his head and set his sights on the city.

At this moment, Yang Lin hurried up from the city.

Walking to Sun Jie's side, he whispered a few times.

Sun Jie was slightly moved, followed Yang Lin, and walked down the city wall.

After walking in the city for not long, they came to Ni Dalu's house.

Before entering, there was a strong smell of blood.

The soldiers guarding the door saluted quickly when they saw Sun Jie approaching.

"How are things?"

Sun Jie looked at these soldiers and asked.

"My lord, it happened like this"

These soldiers repeated the situation just now.

"Alas! A staunch man!"

Sun Jie sighed.

He knew that this Ni Dalu was so strong in the original history.

Unexpectedly, the time has been advanced so many years, and it is still so staunch.

Under the guard of Yang Lin and others, he walked into the courtyard.

He saw the corpses on the ground head-on.

Covered with a white cloth.

Sun Jie stood in front of Ni Dalu and lifted the white cloth.

A deep gash was visible on the neck, and it was terrifying.

The depth is so deep that it is moving.

It can be seen from this that Ni Dalu at that time regarded death as home!
"Find a foreman, sew up the wound, find a good place outside the city, and bury it!

In the future, when compiling history, the pen and ink will be more focused.Although Daming's foundation is rotten, these loyal ministers and righteous men cannot be ignored.

Although the positions are different, the loyalty is awe-inspiring! "Sun Jie looked at Yang Lin behind him.

Listening to Sun Jie's voice, Yang Lin was filled with emotions.

If it were someone else, I am afraid that at this time, people like Ni Dalu who are not willing to submit will be nailed to the pillar of shame.

But for Sun Jie, he did not hesitate to praise him.

There was even a place reserved for him in Qing History.

It is enough to leave a pen for one person with a colorful history.

"Have a good burial!"

Sun Jie looked at Yang Lin behind him.

Stayed here for a while, then left.

Turned in one direction on the street and headed towards the palace.

Not long after, they came to the gate of the palace.

Let people bring Chongzhen out.

The autumn wind was even stronger, but the anger on Chongzhen's face still persisted.

He looked at Sun Jie and cursed again: "Sun thief, you bastard, don't want me to surrender to you!"

Still like this, Sun Jie frowned.

"Snapped!"

Sun Jie swung his right hand and smacked Chongzhen's face with a big mouth.

Chongzhen was dumbfounded by Sun Jie's mouth.

After being the emperor for so many years, he is used to being superior, how could he be treated like this?
For a moment, he was stunned.

"My younger brother should be Yao and Shun? Pooh, I'm a fool, return Yao and Shun!"

Sun Jie spit on the ground with a mouthful of disdain.

"You traitor!"

Chongzhen held back for a long time, only holding back this nonsense.

The surrounding guards kept Chongzhen in the middle, so that he would not dare to mess around.

"Do you know how many people died because of you?

Ni Dalu, Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, failed to resist, committed suicide and died for the country after being defeated!

Fan Jingwen, a bachelor and minister of the Ministry of Industry, committed suicide by swallowing arsenic!

Dali Temple Minister Ling Yiqu set himself on fire and died for the country!
Meng Zhaoxiang, the right servant of the Criminal Ministry, his son Meng Zhangming and the whole family set themselves on fire and died for the country!

Li Banghua, the censor of Zuodu, hanged himself in the ancestral hall of Prime Minister Wen, and died for the country with his own body.”

Sun Jie read the list of those who committed suicide in the capital after he broke into the city.

One pile, one piece, was like a sharp sword, piercing Chongzhen's heart.

The autumn wind is bleak, lonely and desolate.

Sun Jie looked at the depressed Chongzhen standing in front of him, and scolded: "What are you not a foolish king? How can you be worthy of a courtier who died for the country with your appearance?"

"I am the emperor, they are the ministers, the emperor and the ministers, as it should be!"

Chongzhen was still rebutting.

"Hahaha, monarchs and ministers, should this be the case? If this is the case, how can I have a million troops?! Where can I get an elite teacher?!

The emperor treats me with kindness, and I will repay the king with kindness.What about you?Stupid, mean and unkind!After so many years, are there still few capable ministers and righteous men who have died at your hands?
Loyal ministers were neglected, and treacherous men were reused.

Are you worthy of their martyrdom?You are not worthy, do you think they died for you?They are for the Ming Dynasty, for the emperors of the Ming Dynasty, for the emperor Gao, but not because of you!
I want to let you see how you will face those loyal ministers who died because of you in the future!
Do you want to die?No, no, no, I will not let you die, I will let you live in repentance forever, let you see, loyal ministers and righteous men who died because of you! "

Sun Jie's words were like a heavy hammer, smashing the last belief in Chongzhen's heart.

Monarchs and ministers, fathers and sons, the code of ethics is normal.

Having said that, he is not worthy of Chongzhen.

"This is just the beginning, I want to keep you, let you see how many loyal ministers and righteous men will die because of you! Faint king!"

Sun Jie cursed again.

The wind got stronger, and on the way back being escorted by the soldiers, Chongzhen was depressed.

He looked at the sky in bewilderment, and murmured in a low voice: "Isn't it natural for the king to let the minister die, and the minister has to die?
Monarchs, ministers, fathers and sons, the code of ethics is normal, isn't this the morality of heaven and earth?

To die for the king is to die for what one deserves, isn't this the law of heaven and morality? !
But, why, why, Sun Thief's words made me, made me, made me so confused! "

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