Anti Qing

Chapter 17
"The army has been fighting for days and has suffered a lot. The soldiers are also very tired. They should rest for a few days before going to battle with the whole army."

"Since our army has captured the puppet king alive, I will behead him and sacrifice the flag to cheer up the army and comfort our Dashun soldiers in heaven."

Liu Zongmin raised his head with fiery eyes, and the unhappiness was swept away just now.

"Chuang Wang! Let the forehead do it, this is the fate of the dog traitor!"

Li Zicheng glanced sideways and sighed inwardly.

Since his ascension to the throne in the Hall of Martial Arts, the generals of Dashun basically changed his name to His Majesty, and Li Zicheng also changed his name to Zhen, but Liu Zongmin did his own thing, always shouting as Chuang Wang.

Naturally, Li Zicheng also knew Liu Zongmin's temper. He wanted to say that he would say it himself, but if he didn't want to say it, he wouldn't say a word even if he held him with a knife.

If you ask in person, you can only get nothing.

"Remember, General Quan, cut off points with a knife, don't take advantage of this guy."

"Don't worry, King Chuang! You know what's on your mind!"

Liu Zongmin turned his back to the sky, and his laughter became even more presumptuous. He didn't notice that Li Zicheng was staring at him closely, and the murderous intent flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Li Zicheng turned his head quickly, and found that Li Zijing had already stood back in the ranks of the generals, his brows were furrowed, he didn't know what he was thinking.

The more indifferent he was, the more Li Zicheng felt indebted.

Few people can accept this gap when the general becomes the head of the department, but Li Zijing didn't say a word, rather taciturn.

After a bloody battle, the traitor and puppet king were captured alive, and five hundred Manchurian guards were wiped out. Such a record has surpassed most of the Dashun generals, but they can only bow down to be a general.

Compared with the previous Ming Dynasty, the military ranks of Dashun also have some changes. From top to bottom, they are General Quan, General Zhi, General Guoyi, General Mighty, Captain, Commander, Head of Department, and Chief of Post.

The head of the Ministry is roughly equivalent to the head of the Baizong in the military ranks of the former Ming battalion. It is a very low-level grassroots officer with more than [-] people under its jurisdiction.

The north wind blows wantonly into the hall, bringing the stench of flesh and blood on the battlefield.

Li Zicheng's eyes were shining brightly, and the blue arrow jacket fluttered with the wind.

"Third brother, I have wronged you"

A group of Dashun generals, each checking their military achievements for today's defeat of the Qing army, the stars are holding the moon, especially Liu Zongmin.

During the day, Liu Zongmin personally led the tens of thousands of Dashun cavalry, riding the three walls of the formation to disperse the Qing army's formation, so capturing Geng Zhongming alive is also considered his credit.

Li Zijing saw that there was nothing wrong with him, and left alone after asking Li Zicheng for instructions.

Leaving the hall, his hard-charging appearance suddenly failed, and he grinned all the way, beat his waist and legs constantly, and stretched his muscles and bones.

Others may feel that it's nothing to fight for many years, but this is the first time for Li Zijing. The original body has never experienced such a high-intensity fight.

Fighting day and night, now Li Zijing only feels pain in his back, and his whole body hurts every step of the way. It really takes half his life.

After leaving the General Military Mansion, he walked a few steps, and suddenly there was a sound of footsteps stepping on the sand and hurriedly chasing after him.

"Little King Chuang stays behind."

Enduring the pain, Li Zijing turned around, only to see Liu Fangliang chasing him.

"Is General Liu Zhi okay?"

Liu Fangliang smiled awkwardly, hesitated for a while before speaking.

"This trip was entrusted by more than a thousand surviving old brothers to thank Xiao Chuang Wang, and it is also an apology."

Li Zijing looked puzzled and felt dazed.

Liu Fangliang sighed and looked in the direction of the battlefield.

"In the battle tonight, our Dashun Fifth Battalion suffered a lot of losses, and our own soldiers alone suffered more than 2000 casualties."

"More than 1 people from the infantry battalion on the east side were dispersed. The Qing dog destroyed the artillery before withdrawing. The Chinese army also suffered more than [-] casualties in order to charge the battle."

"But it's not easy to clear the dog. We broke up the [-] green battalion. It will take time to recall it. Duoduo should not invade in a short time."

Speaking of this, Liu Fangliang paused for a moment, then shook his head slowly.

"If King Xiao Chuang was not in the army, His Majesty would not have fought this battle. We would not have been able to come back without these unstoppable cannons."

"Looking back on last night, I really feel ashamed."

Liu Fangliang's eyes flickered, and suddenly she knelt down on one knee, speaking in a hurry.

"Otherwise, if you beat me up hard and vent your anger, I'll feel better!"

Li Zijing gradually understood what he meant and heaved a sigh of relief. It turned out that he wasn't looking for faults.

Li Zijing was actually not very angry with him, and if it was him, he might not have a good attitude towards him last night.

Compared to his isolated position in Dashun, what Li Zijing needs to worry about most now is when Azig's road will go south from Yan'an.

Is face more important than life?
"Little King Chuang, you."

Liu Fangliang raised her head in surprise, watched Li Zijing limping away, hesitated to speak, then immediately got up and followed.

"Life is like chess, you have no regrets."

Li Zijing found a place not too far away to watch the beheading and leaned against the pillar, with his hands folded on his chest, looking up at the starry sky, with a deep voice.

"Will beating you make the Qing soldiers retreat?"

Liu Fangliang savored these eight characters carefully. He was born as a peasant rebel, but he didn't understand what it meant.

Seeing that Li Zijing had no intention of explaining, he just remembered secretly, thinking of going to ask the military adviser later.

What is about to happen is a big event, not to be missed.

After the two of them had said a few words, all the generals of Dashun also came out of the general military mansion to discuss matters, and came to the middle of the two banyan trees in the courtyard.

The news had already been spread. In order to watch the beheading, a large number of Shunjun soldiers gathered far away near the courtyard wall of the General Military Mansion.

Countless weak voices of discussion gathered together, spreading out like an invisible wave of sound, sweeping in like a sea wave.

Boil against the sky, full of excitement.

A large mahogany table was moved to stand in the middle, and Li Zicheng was the last to walk out of the General Military Mansion, immediately attracting the attention of tens of thousands of people.

Many soldiers of the Shun Army even climbed onto the courtyard wall just to see the Emperor Dashun.

With the appearance of Li Zicheng, the noise gradually weakened.

Standing on the table, Li Zicheng stared around and saw that the soldiers he saw were covered with scars all over his body, he sighed deeply.

Lifting the whip in his hand, Li Zicheng's expression shook.

"Today, our Dashun Army will act on behalf of the heavens, beheading the Jiannu puppet king and offering sacrifices to the flag, in order to prove our desire to resist the Qing Dynasty!"

"Take Geng Zhongming, Jiannu's running dog!"

A Dashun veteran soldier, with a waist knife on his back, and an arrow jacket with cotton armor, walked into the courtyard pressing Geng Zhongming, whose hands were bound.

Although the Dashun Army had recruited many soldiers from the former Ming Dynasty in the past 17 years in Jiashen, the fifth battalion was still basically composed of poor people in exile.

The Dashun army raised the banner of justice for the sky, and shouted the slogan of equalizing the land and exempting taxes. They have always killed the gentry and landlords, the dignitaries of the former Ming Dynasty, and these traitors and lackeys.

Because of this, the Dashun army made enemies everywhere, and Nanming took revenge on the emperor and his father, and did not hesitate to beg for the prisoners, and even sent troops to beg for them.

The gentry and dignitaries from all over the world looked at the Qing army like nectar after a long drought, and opposed the Dashun army openly and secretly, vying to be slaves and lackeys.

After Geng Zhongming was captured by the Dashun Army, the treatment he received can be imagined.

The gun helmet on his head was taken off by the Dashun soldiers, revealing the money rat tail that did not belong to him, which was extremely ugly.

The original fine armor on his body has been stripped clean from the inside to the outside, and he is wearing a coarse sackcloth he found from no one knows where, which is roomy but not covering his body.

Geng Zhongming, with a disheveled face and disheveled hair, was pushed and shoved to walk barefoot, his legs trembling like cotton balls, not knowing whether it was from fear or pain.

Before his execution, Dashun soldiers cut a series of wounds on his body, and sprinkled salt on each of them to make it difficult to heal.

The sackcloth is rough everywhere, and every step you take, when you touch the wound, is a heart-rending pain.

Only by watching this dog traitor end now, can the soldiers of Dashun, who were chased by the Qing army all the way, feel relieved.

(End of this chapter)