Signed to Zhu Cihong, Prince of the Late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 187 Chapter 187, Zhu Cihong built a temple on the east bank, and blood was everywhere for sacrifices to heroic souls
"Surrender?" Zhu Cihong couldn't help laughing when he heard the news.

He turned his head and looked at the excited Li Guozhen: "Uncle Xiangcheng, now we have a day to accept Jiannu's surrender."

Li Guozhen was very happy, and said with a smile: "Yes, Your Highness, this is really great!"

Li Guozhen had reason to be so excited.

From the beginning of his memory, Li Guozhen already knew that there was a force called Jiannu in the northeast of Daming.

At that time, all the adults around Li Guozhen told him: "Jiannu? That's just a group of small barbarians. With the coming of tomorrow's soldiers, Jiannu will be wiped out sooner or later!"

But as time passed, news of one failure after another kept coming from the Northeast of Daming.

victory?For Daming, it was really too extravagant.

For decades, the Ming Dynasty's true victories were few and far between.

In the field battle, I have never won a single time!
As for forcing tens of thousands of slave-building troops to the edge of the Yellow River like now, and killing them so much that they can only choose to surrender, this is something Li Guozhen has never thought about.

This huge positive contrast between the ideal and the reality made Li Guozhen seem to have fallen into a honeypot for a while. He was so happy!
Zhu Cihong moved his gaze upwards, looking at the west bank of the Yellow River in the distance.

There, an army of thousands of people was leaving in a hurry.

"Duoduo should be there, right?" Zhu Cihong asked.

Li Guozhen hesitated, nodded and said: "It should be, but it's a pity that he escaped this time."

Zhu Cixi laughed and said: "Actually, that's not necessarily the case. Send people to inform the Mongolian tribes in the Monan Grassland. If anyone can get Duduo's head, I will give him 100 million in cash or equivalent materials. !”

If Duoduo wanted to return to Liaodong, he had to go through the areas occupied by Mongolian tribes such as Hetao and Chahar in the Monan grassland.

These areas belong to the central and western part of the Monan Grassland. Although nominally the Monan Grassland has surrendered to the Manchus at this moment, in fact, the loyalty to the Manchus in the hearts of these Mongolian tribes occupying the central and western regions is still very weak, because they are far away from the Manchus. Liaodong is really far away.

It is said that under a great reward there must be a brave man, Zhu Cihong doesn't mind taking chances.

Li Guozhen's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "The prince is wise, if this happens, even if Duoduo can escape by chance in the end, it must be enough for him."

The reason why the two can chat so easily is, of course, that the outcome of the war has been completely doomed.

After half an hour, all the fighting was over.

Zhu Cixiang was in a good mood as he looked at the corpses of many Manchu soldiers lying scattered on the river beach.

Because these are the real Jurchens and Mongols in Jianzhou.

The number of Jurchens in Jianzhou is really small, and if one can be killed, there will be one less.

"How many were captured?" Zhu Cihong asked Li Guozhen.

Li Guozhen hurriedly said: "Still counting, it is estimated that the number of people is at least [-]."

Zhu Cihong nodded and said, "Kill them all."

Li Guozhen was stunned: "Huh?"

Zhu Cixiang said calmly: "Aren't all the Han Eight Banners who surrendered in Datong City before? Let these Han Eight Banners kill all our newly captured Manchu Eight Banners and Mongolian Eight Banners prisoners."

Li Guozhen was still very shocked: "But Your Highness, if this matter is reported back to Beijing, I'm afraid those officials will not like it."

Zhu Cihong frowned: "What are you afraid of? My palace will block the sky from falling, kill me!"

Li Guozhen's face was tangled, and after a while, he gritted his teeth and turned to carry out the order.

Zhu Cihong's eyes were indifferent, watching the scene that was about to happen.

A group of Manchu captives were stripped of all weapons and armor and driven to the bank of the river.

In front of them was a group of surrendered troops from the Han Eight Banners.

"Fire the arrows!" Under the order of the officers of the Han Eight Banners, the archers of the Han Eight Banners fired their arrows one after another.

Amidst the screams, the Manchu captives fell to the ground one after another.

There are still undead, and they will be repaired immediately.

"Next batch!" Li Guozhen shouted hoarsely.

Group after group of Manchu prisoners were killed.

It's not that no one wants to escape and resist, but they can't do it when they have weapons. How can they succeed after losing their weapons?
Seeing more and more Manchu captives fall, Zhu Cihong's expression became calmer.

"Go, cut off the heads of these invaders, I want to build a Beijing temple here!"

……

Three hours later, a Jingguan built with tens of thousands of heads suddenly appeared on the east bank of the Yellow River.

The corner of Zhu Cihong's mouth twitched slightly, and said: "I remember how many craftsmen there are in the army, right?"

That night, a huge stone monument stood up right here.

Write a letter in big characters.

"Anyone who offends a strong man will be punished no matter how far away he is!"

There is also a line of small characters in the lower right corner.

"Prince Zhu Cihong of the Ming Dynasty, Uncle Li Guozhen of Xiangcheng, and all the soldiers and civilians of the Ming Dynasty!"

……

Although Duduo had escaped, he did not completely escape.

In his heart, he still couldn't let go of the more than 1 troops who were abandoned on the east coast.

So, after fleeing to the west bank and being taken in by a nearby Mongolian tribe, Duoduo quietly asked people to go back to see what happened on the east bank.

In fact, Doduo knew in his heart that he couldn't change anything, but he just wanted to know.

With a plop, the returning spy's face was ashen, his legs were trembling on the ground, and his lips were trembling.

"Prince Yu, the east bank, the east bank..."

The spy stammered and couldn't speak for a long time, so Doduo, who was already very impatient, couldn't help being angry, and slapped him across the face.

"What's going on, tell me clearly!"

"Prince Yu, on the east bank... there is a Jingguan!"

"What, what!"

Duduo was shocked, he knew very well what Jingguan was, because he often did this kind of thing when he conquered Korea and Mongolia.

Now, Ming Dynasty has actually treated others in its own way! ?
Duoduo took a deep breath and said, "How many people are there in Jingguan?"

After a while of silence, Doduo seemed to understand something: "Could it be..."

"Yes, Prince Yu... everyone."

Dodo's expressions, movements, and body were completely still at this moment.

everyone...

"No!" Duduo yelled, spraying blood mist directly from his mouth, and fainted on the spot.

After an unknown amount of time, Duoduo woke up slowly.

After struggling to open his eyes wide, Doduo suddenly realized that something was wrong.

At this moment, he was tied to the horse, and he was surrounded by the same subordinates as before, but these subordinates were all brought together, and they looked quite embarrassed.

Behind him came a burst of Mongolian language. Duoduo knew a thing or two about Mongolian language, and it took him a while to distinguish it.

What those Mongols seem to call is...

"Don't let that million get away!"

Duduo: "?"

(End of this chapter)