Signed to Zhu Cihong, Prince of the Late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 236 Chapter 236, Li Dingguo's savior in danger, Zhang Xianzhong's death ended
The moment Zhang Xianzhong saw Li Dingguo, he could hardly believe his eyes.

"Dingguo? You, why are you here!"

Li Dingguo looked anxious and waved at Zhang Xianzhong.

"Father, now is not the time to talk about this. The Ming army will be chasing us soon. Get on the boat quickly!"

Upon hearing this, the guard commander around Zhang Xianzhong immediately followed several other guards and pushed Zhang Xianzhong onto the boat with all their might.

The boat was small and could only hold four or five people, so the guards led two more people onto the boat, and the other guards fled for their lives.

Li Dingguo struggled to support the long pole in his hand, pushed the boat away from the shore, and began to move west along the river.

The guard commander said: "Your Highness, where are we going?"

Li Dingguo said: "Go to Poyang Lake! After entering the lake, the Ming army's water army will not be able to catch up with us. When the time comes, we will go to the shore and find a way to leave."

After hearing this, the guard commander thought for a moment and felt that it was indeed feasible. He then said: "Let me wait for my turn to punt the boat. Your Highness should sit with the king."

Li Dingguo was indeed tired. He wiped the sweat from his head, handed the long pole to the guard commander, and then sat in front of Zhang Xianzhong.

After a while, the boat gradually moved away from the river bank just now, and the Ming army's shouts of killing gradually disappeared among the reeds.

Everyone on the boat let out a sigh of relief.

Li Dingguo wiped off his sweat, and showed a rare smile to Zhang Xianzhong: "When I just left, I heard someone say that you are here, my father, and I have been on my way, so I finally caught up."

Zhang Xianzhong looked at Li Dingguo, the expression on his face was as complicated as the mood in his heart.

After a while, Zhang Xianzhong said: "How did you escape from Jiujiang City?"

Li Dingguo said: "I have several subordinates. After learning that someone in the city betrayed my father, they immediately came to find me. I originally wanted to counterattack and take back Jiujiang City, but..."

Having said this, Li Dingguo was obviously silent for a moment, and then said: "...But the Ming Army's musketeers arrived."

Zhang Xianzhong's cheek muscles trembled obviously.

A few seconds later, Zhang Xianzhong let out a sigh: "You are right, this king should take your opinion seriously, the Musketeers of the Ming Army... Sigh!"

It is no exaggeration to say that in this battle, the Ming Army's musketeers ruthlessly defeated all Zhang Xianzhong's elite troops directly from the front.

Li Dingguo's mood was obviously very complicated, and he said: "Father, don't worry. When we return to Hubei and continue to recruit troops, we can still make a comeback. There are still many troops in Wuchang."

Zhang Xianzhong nodded slightly, neither of them was in the mood to talk, so they remained silent all the way.

At dusk, several people disembarked from a boat next to a small village by the lake and entered a village.

The arrival of several people brought a lot of commotion to the village, and was once surrounded by hundreds of villagers.

Zhang Xianzhong made a decisive decision, asked a few people around him to come together, and took out dozens of taels of silver, which not only resolved the crisis, but also got a delicious meal, a few sets of simple and low-key villagers' old clothes, and a temporary place to stay.

The commander of the guards has an opinion on this: "Miner Xiaomin is disrespectful to the king, and he should be punished."

Zhang Xianzhong shook his head and said: "What we need now is to keep a low profile. If we expose our whereabouts because of this, it will ruin the big thing."

A group of people wolfed down the meal, and then each went to find a place to sleep.

The place the villagers gave them was a deserted house near the entrance of the village. Although it was not very comfortable, it could at least provide shelter from the wind and rain.

Li Dingguo slept in the small bedroom next to the main room. So many things happened this day that made him physically and mentally exhausted, so he fell asleep as soon as he lay down.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Dingguo was woken up.

"Father?" Li Dingguo raised his head and found that it was Zhang Xianzhong who woke him up. He was a little surprised.

Zhang Xianzhong's expression was unusually calm, and he said indifferently: "Dingguo, come out with me. Remember, don't lose face of me."

Li Dingguo stood up in a daze, watched Zhang Xianzhong walk to the main room outside, and hurriedly followed.

Zhang Xianzhong reached out and opened the main room. The light from countless torches outside instantly shone in, making Li Dingguo unable to open his eyes.

After a few seconds, Li Dingguo, who finally got used to it, blinked and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

Numerous Ming soldiers held torches and surrounded the house where Li Dingguo was located.

Zhang Xianzhong sighed: "Sad villagers, forgetting their loyalty at the sight of small profits."

A voice sounded: "You are wrong, King Daxi. The silver you gave them was 54 taels, and the silver I gave them was 1 taels. How can this be called ungrateful for small profits? It should be seen for big profits. Forget Xiaoli."

Zhang Xianzhong narrowed his eyes, staring at Zhu Cihong who appeared surrounded by many Ming soldiers: "Could it be His Highness Zhu Cihong, the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, in person?"

Zhu Cihong smiled and nodded towards Zhang Xianzhong: "We finally meet, King Daxi. As a respect for you, you can choose a way to die."

Zhang Xianzhong was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing: "His Royal Highness speaks really fast."

Zhu Cihong laughed and said, "It's mainly because I'm so happy, you know, that guy Li Zicheng has escaped from Ben Gong many times."

Zhang Xianzhong laughed loudly: "I didn't expect that my king was not as good as Li Zicheng when he was in trouble, and even his ability to escape was inferior to Li Zicheng."

After a while, Zhang Xianzhong's laughter stopped, he looked at Zhu Cihuang, and said: "I heard that His Royal Highness's marksmanship is very good. If possible, I hope to die by His Highness's spear."

Zhu Cihong was obviously surprised, and nodded after a few seconds: "I have nothing to do. Does King Daxi have any other requests?"

Zhang Xianzhong thought for a moment, turned to look at Li Dingguo, and said, "My son Dingguo, come and kneel in front of me."

Li Dingguo took a deep breath and knelt down in front of Zhang Xianzhong with an expression of resolute death.

Zhang Xianzhong slapped Li Dingguo on the back of the head, knocking Li Dingguo unconscious.

Afterwards, Zhang Xianzhong raised his head, and said to Zhu Cihong: "This king has fought countless battles in his life, and this life is not in vain. This Li Dingguo is the adopted son of this king. Although he is young, he is considered capable. I have always thought that he is The only person who is qualified to succeed this king. If His Royal Highness can use it, you might as well use it. If not, please spare his life."

Zhang Xianzhong originally thought that Zhu Cixiang would think about it, but he didn't expect that Zhu Cixiang agreed very happily: "Okay, no problem."

Zhang Xianzhong nodded, glanced at Li Dingguo who was unconscious on the ground, and then turned his gaze to the guards beside him, his expression gradually becoming severe.

"This king is defeated, and it is enough for one person to go on the road. You must live a good life. If this king sees you on the road to the underworld, then you will be thrown into the animal realm, and you will never be reborn forever!"

The bodyguard leader kept trembling, gritted his teeth, and nodded desperately.

Zhang Xianzhong turned his head to look at Zhu Cihuang, and said with a smile: "If Li Dingguo is released, then His Highness must have the heart to spare a few more lives, right?"

Zhu Cihong nodded slightly: "Yes."

Zhang Xianzhong opened his hands and walked towards Zhu Cixiang step by step.

"bring it on."

"boom!"

On February 17, the 22th year of Chongzhen, Zhang Xianzhong died on the bank of Poyang Lake.

This is the end of a generation of heroes.

(End of this chapter)