Chapter 702: The Night of Nuer Gandusi

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The stars were dotted in the sky, Fang Wu held a big bow in his hand, and looked coldly at a Jurchen kneeling at his feet.

"My lord, this slave is born as a member of Daming, and dies as a ghost of Daming!"

Fang Wu didn't look at this flattering face, he turned his head to look at A Gu who was slumped on the ground, and remembered Fang Xing's explanation.

"Hang him with a bowstring! Use their men!"

"Boom!"

The big bow fell to his feet, Fang Wu pointed at A Gu and said, "Go, hang him!"

The Jurchen picked up the big bow without hesitation, and walked towards Agu with a grin.

Agu kicked the ground with his feet, desperately trying to hide back. He said with a pale face: "No, don't kill me! I would like to be Xing Hebo's slave!"

Fang Wu said coldly: "My master doesn't want slaves from other races!"

The former servant is now pressing forward step by step with a long bow in hand.

The god of death chanted high in the sky, and the stars in the sky were twinkling. Agu hissed, "I am willing to be castrated, and I am willing to be castrated to serve Your Majesty..."

The emperor of the Ming Dynasty likes to use eunuchs of different races to show the great martial arts of the Ming Dynasty!

Fang Wu shook his head slightly, he remembered that Fang Xing had a weird expression at that time.

heavy?

It seemed to be a little relieved: "The foreign race cannot be trusted! Go! Hang him!"

The bowstring was wrapped around Agu's neck, and the Jurchen, who couldn't wait to please her new master, twisted the longbow vigorously.

"Cluck..."

When Agu turned into a puddle of mud on the ground, Fang Wu got on his horse and said softly, "Kill him!"

The Jurchens who hanged their master with their own hands held the longbow in both hands,

He was about to return it to Fang Wu, but two flintlock guns were aimed at him.

"Bang bang!"

"flag!"

Fang Wu took the banner, looked around at the Jurchens who were kneeling outside, waiting to be dealt with, and his heart suddenly felt proud.

With the horse's belly clipped, Fang Wu galloped towards where he came from, carrying a big flag in the night wind.

Those Jurchens were like the most obedient slaves, they greeted the trampling from Daming with that kind of prostration posture.

"Da Ming is mighty!"

The cavalry behind him shouted: "Da Ming is mighty!"

Those Jurchens who fell on the ground yelled in various accents regardless of whether they understood or not.

"Da Ming is mighty!"

The sound spread all the way to the front of the camp, and the soldiers and civilians who were cleaning the battlefield couldn't help but straighten up, waving their fists and shouting.

"Da Ming is mighty!"

The shout reached Fang Xing's big tent, he turned over in his sleeping bag, and the dream continued.

"My mother is over eighty years old, so she should take care of herself. My son, the minister of the country, must die."

"In the three hundred years of the Ming Dynasty, once the country and society have come to this point, although there is regret for the dragon on the top, there is the disaster of rotten fish on the bottom, but living in the wall, there is no way to save it, and the law should be taken away. The corner scarf and green shirt are used for funeral, covered with a single quilt. , I mourn with aspirations."

When Emperor Chongzhen died in Meishan with grief, indignation, confusion, and endless regrets, the last loyal ministers of Ming Dynasty bid farewell to the old empire with their deaths.

When Yongli Emperor Zhu Youlang was hanged by bowstring

The majestic Emperor Ming collapsed at this point!

"On the 80th day, I will lead my allegiance to represent the people of the seventeen dynasties of the Taizu. One hundred thousand people will die with one heart and one mind, and leave the Ming Dynasty for three hundred miles."

Then the fishy smell spread all over China, and the clothes of Huaxia fell. Since then, the sun and the moon have changed color.

Sinking has become the long-term nightmare of this huge country.

Fang Xing suddenly opened his eyes, in the darkness, his eyes were cold and stern.

"Da Ming is mighty!"

The shouts outside were filled with excitement and pride, this is when Daming is at his strongest!

The enemies on land were forced to pay tribute and surrender. Wherever the fleet that covered the sky and the sun went, countless aliens bowed their heads in awe and were shocked as gods.

A black figure outside knelt down, "My lord, Li Manzhu's family should be punished, brother Meng's Timur's family should be punished!"

"good!"

The black shadow left, Fang Xing sat cross-legged on the sleeping bag, squinting and waiting.

...

Li Manzhu couldn't care about his family anymore, he was fleeing in a hurry with Boda.

The sound of horseshoes was urgent, and a hibernating Ussuri viper was disturbed in the cave. The body of the snake curled up, and then hibernated again.

On this vast prairie, plants have begun to recover, everything is thriving, and the food chain is growing one by one according to God's arrangement.

Li Manzhu slowed down his horse slowly, and then said to Boda beside him, "You said... Mingren will let my family go?"

Boda's eyes were gloomy, staring closely at the dark place ahead, as if there were countless devils hidden there.

"My lord, the Ming people prefer to sacrifice prisoners!"

The horse was panting, and Li Manzhu wanted to take a break.

Boda shook his head: "My lord, we must leave here as soon as possible."

Li Manzhu gritted his teeth and said: "Yes, I know, the Ming people must be worried that we will tell the Tatars about the latest firearms, let's go!"

Boda took a sip of water and said, "Drive!"

Li Manzhu took a step back. He was about to drive the horse, but something swayed at high speed in the corner of his eye.

When he looked again, he found nothing, but heard the slight sound of horseshoes coming from all directions.

Li Manzhu's complexion was pale, and he could barely sit still on the horse's back. He opened his mouth and roared, "Boda..."

Borda had been unable to answer his call.

In front of him were two scouts of the Ming army, with flintlock guns on their backs, and the crossbow in their hands shimmered in the dark night.

Boda despaired, he heard more hoofbeats coming.

"My lord, we are surrounded!"

"Get off the horse and kneel down!"

Some jerky Jurchen words, but Boda still understood.

"No! No! I am a Jurchen warrior, I cannot surrender..."

Boda drew out his knife, and he said with a determined face: "I am Boda, a wise man, dare you to me..."

"Whizzing!"

Boda lowered his head in astonishment, only the tails of the two crossbow bolts on his chest and lower abdomen were exposed.

"You... are not..."

Plop!

When Boda fell from the horse, the two scouts said disdainfully: "Sabi! A barbarian is a barbarian. Uncle has already said that there is no need to pay attention to means when dealing with alien races. The result is the most important thing!"

Li Manzhu didn't dare to move, although he couldn't see the Ming army in sight, Keboda's roar reminded him.

The Ming army is all around!

"I am willing to surrender!"

Li Manzhu got off his horse, raised his hands and knelt down and shouted, "I am willing to die for Xing and Bo Xiao!"

With the sound of hoofbeats, I came out to ride in the darkness.

Xiaodao drove the horse slowly approaching Li Manzhu, and said condescendingly, "My name is Xiaodao!"

"No! The slave is willing to...uh!"

The long knife was still sharp, and with a swing of the small knife, the remaining blood was dripped off, and then he bent down on the horse's back and grabbed the braid behind the head.

"Let's go back and return!"

The sound of horseshoes went away, and the headless corpse kneeling on the ground slowly fell down.

In the darkness, several green lights flickered.

The hungry wolf appeared!

Outside the tent, Xiaodao reported: "Master, Li Manzhu and Boda have already been executed!"

Fang Xing opened his eyes, got up and went out.

On the mighty plain, the cavalry kept galloping back and forth, imprisoning all the troops of Jianzhou Guard and Jianzhou Left Guard in one place.

The stars in the sky dimmed a little.

Dawn is about to fall on this piece of fertile land that has never been exploited!

Sir Dybala says

The last emperor of Ming Dynasty: Yongli Emperor Zhu Youlang, because of Sun Kewang's betrayal, Jin Wang Li Dingguo was unable to recover, but he still negotiated with the Burmese, demanding to hand over Yongli Emperor who had fled to Burma. But the Burmese finally compromised with Wu Sangui, beheaded the entourage of Emperor Yongli one by one, tied him together with the chair, handed him over to Wu Sangui's command, and finally hanged him with a bowstring.

The Ming Dynasty perished.

And Fang Xing ordered his subordinates to kill Nurhaci's sixth ancestor in the same way: Brother Menger Timur's family, this is reincarnation, reincarnation brought by Fang Xing!