The end of the Ming Dynasty swept the world

Chapter 886 Azu, stop
When the eyes fell into darkness, Ding Yi thought he was going to die.

unexpectedly.

"Hush, shush, shush—" Suddenly he seemed to hear someone's voice.

In a daze, Ding Yi slowly opened his eyes again.

I am not dead?
Ding Yi opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Zhao Dashan lying on the ground, staring at him.

"I'm dreaming?" Ding Yi shook his head, thinking he was still dreaming.

I saw that Zhao Dashan was wearing an old-fashioned mandarin duck war jacket from the Ming army. His clothes were torn and bloodstained everywhere. His face was covered with black paint and soot, and he looked extremely distressed.

"What are you doing, can you fall asleep?" Zhao Dashan stared at him with disbelief, then raised his chin forward, as if signaling Ding Yi to get up quickly.

He seems to be badly injured, unable to move his body, only his jaw can move a few times.

"Kill--" All of a sudden there were frenzied shouts of killing.

Ding Yi raised his head in a daze, only to realize that he was also lying on the ground, surrounded by various corpses or wounded, there were probably more than 100 of them, most of them were wearing Ming army clothes, and there were also a few Eight Banners soldiers who built slaves .

Many people were injured and survived, lying on the ground writhing, with blood and flames all over the surroundings, looking extremely tragic.

Countless screams of killing sounded in front of him, and several Manchu slave soldiers with grim faces and bared teeth and claws were waving long knives and rushing towards Ding Yi.

"Boom" there was the sound of artillery all around from time to time.

Ding Yi was stunned.

He looked at the picture in disbelief, only to realize that Zhao Dashan was still as young as when he escaped from Daxingbao.

He couldn't help lowering his head and raising his hand.

There are some blood stains on the hands, but there are no wrinkles, and they are full of strength.

The next moment, he squeezed his thigh fiercely.

"Hiss" piercing pain welled up in my heart.

"Damn it." Ding Yi shouted in surprise, joy and disbelief.

Crossed again?

Back to the Ming Dynasty again?

God are you messing with me?
Want Lao Tzu to sweep the world again?
Ding Yi almost collapsed.

He actually crossed over again?
And he was still with Zhao Dashan. The key point was that he found that the current scene was not in Daxing Fort, but in an unknown wilderness.

Judging by the clothes Zhao Dashan and himself are wearing, they must still belong to the Ming army.

But it doesn't make any sense to think about it now, because the Jiannu soldiers have already rushed up, and the three Jiannu soldiers who charged in the front are less than ten meters away from him.

Looking at their faces with teeth and claws, Ding Yi knew that he had to make a choice quickly.

Either die or surrender.

There is no friendly army around, and this battle is sure to die.

But he has no choice. The experience of his previous life told him that only by fighting to the death can he gain dignity.

"Kill the Tartars." Ding Yi yelled violently, grabbed a pile of dust on the ground, and threw it directly at the three Tartars in front of him.

"I'll go." Zhao Dashan, who was lying on the side, saw his eyes darkened and almost fainted.

"Hey!" Ding Yi just sprinkled dust on the faces of the three people on the opposite side.

The three Jiannu soldiers who were rushing towards them screamed at the same time.

"Ah" covering his eyes.

No one expected that after more than half a century, Master Ding's ashes-spreading tactics are still so superb.

It was too late to say that, Ding Yi quickly picked up a long knife not far from him, and rushed up with a stride.

But after getting the long knife, I found something was wrong. The knife seemed to be quite light.

But at this moment, he couldn't allow him to think about it, so he slashed his head and face with a knife.

Dang, he slashed at the head of the Tartar soldier in front.

The tartar was standing there wiping tears, but Ding Yi chopped off his head with a knife.

"Ah." Tartar screamed again, holding his head and backing away.

That expression looked at Ding Yi as if he saw a ghost.

The long knife in Ding Yi's hand broke into two pieces with a bang, and he ignored it and wanted to rush forward again.

"Ka" suddenly someone roared not far behind: "Ka, ka, ka, who is that, who is that him?"

"You're crazy." A Tartar soldier cursed at Ding Yi.

As soon as he opened his mouth, bang, Ding Yi threw a knife and punched him in the face.

"Well" the tartar knelt down covering his face.

Ding Yi punched him again on the temple.

Tartar screamed again.

"Azu, Azu—" Zhao Dashan's voice sounded behind him, he got up at some point, and hugged Ding Yi tightly from behind: "Stop, stop, Azu, stop- -"

More people surrounded him, some walked towards the Tartars, some came to Ding Yi, and some stopped Ding Yi like Zhao Dashan.

"..." Ding Yi suddenly fell silent. He was surprised to see someone holding a lamp, someone seemed to be holding a camera, and everyone was wearing strange clothes.

It's strange because these clothes don't look like those of the Ming Dynasty and later generations, but like Westerners in the [-]th and [-]th centuries.

Many people are wearing small suits.

"Filming?" Ding Yi suddenly realized.

"It's just a scene, what are you doing so desperately? Why are you crazy." Zhao Dashan beat his chest and stamped his feet: "This is a dead end."

"Who are you, who is he? Who are you? Who brought it in?" A director-like man, wearing a nineteenth-century European-style suit with a cigar in his mouth, rushed up furiously and pointed at Ding Yi. Just ask: "Who brought in, who brought in this dead set?"

Zhao Dashan didn't dare to hum.

Someone ran over from behind and laughed along with him: "I'm sorry director, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm a little fellow, something happened at home recently, I have a problem with my mentality, give me a chance, give me a chance——"

Ding Yi took a closer look and found that this guy looked a bit like Zhang Jing.

But if you take a closer look, it is still a little different from Zhang Jing, but Zhao Dashan next to him is exactly the same.

"Xiao Feng, right? Either he leaves or you leave, you choose one of the two." The director said angrily.

A few Tartars nearby came over at this time, as if they wanted to settle accounts with Ding Yi, because Ding Yi injured one of them.

Zhao Dashan and that little Feng hurriedly surrounded them, blocking a few tartars to make amends, and finally persuaded them to leave.

Ding Yi was still standing there blankly.

He thought it was a war just now, and made his blood boil.

Now that he knew it was filming, he was completely dumbfounded.

I crossed again?
Why am I called Azu?
who am I?
where am I?
Boom, suddenly his mind twitched violently, and with bursts of severe pain, a large number of memories of this life flooded into his mind.

"Let's go, Azu, I told you not to stop." Zhao Dashan pulled Ding Yi, who had a splitting headache, to the outside of the set.

Xiao Feng kept apologizing to the director and those Tartar soldiers on the spot.

The memories in Ding Yi's mind became more and more clear.

Daqian Empire, Yong'an six years.

Today it is still the Dagan Empire, Emperor Yong'an.

My name is still Ding Yi, because my name is exactly the same as Dagan Taizu, people who know me jokingly call me 'Azu. '

Yong'an Emperor Dingquan, the No.13 monarch of Daqian, came to the throne at the age of 20, and has been in power for six years. He is just 26 years old now.

This should be, more than 100 years later.

Already have a movie?
Before his death in his last life, Ding Yi said everything that should appear in future generations, everything that could be written and said, but he didn't expect that there would be movies in just over 100 years.

"Azu, Azu—" Zhao Dashan saw that Ding Yi was in a daze, and called him a few more times: "What's wrong with you today?"

Ding Yi came back to his senses and looked intently. He looked at the young Zhao Dashan, and couldn't help but feel joy in his heart. He couldn't help but reached out and touched his face: "Dashan, it's nice to be young."

In his previous life, he lived to be over 70 years old and died. At the last moment of his life, Ding Yi finally realized that it is good to be young.

"I'm going, you're too big." Zhao Dashan reached out and patted Ding Yi's hand away, and then touched Ding Yi's forehead with his hand: "Are you sick?"

"He's mentally ill." Xiao Feng walked over angrily from behind.

"Hong Huoxiu, take Ding Yi to the hospital to have a look. Does he have a brain problem, and the group performer thinks he is the protagonist?" Xiao Feng cursed.

After walking in front of the two, he took out another banknote and handed it to Ding Yi: "This is your salary for today, I will persuade the director later when he is in a better mood, and see if he can come back and continue to be a group performer. "

"Okay." Zhao Dashan (Hong Huoxiu) said.

"What's your name?" Ding Yi finally heard clearly.

"I Hong Huoxiu, don't you know me?" Hong Huoxiu said angrily.

"I'm stupid." Ding Yi was speechless for a long time.

He suddenly remembered something: "How many years now?"

"Six years of Yong'an."

"I'm talking about AD."

"It's like 1834."
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In the 35th year of Rende, Ding Yichuan was located in Dingxiang, and he was Taizong Daqian.

Taizong was over 40 years old when he came to the throne, but within a few years after he came to power, he began to intervene in military power, trying to reform and consolidate the imperial power.

As Ding Yi said, no one is willing to give up their rights.

Ding Yi spent half his life restricting imperial power, and his son Ding Xiang immediately began to strengthen the centralization of power as soon as he came to power.

Originally, Ding Yi had been in power for decades, and he had already limited the imperial power very well, and the cabinet was able to operate normally, and received the support and approval of most people.

After Dante wanted to succeed to the throne, he even joined the cabinet members and challenged the former great officials.

The nobles who were with Ding Yi at the beginning, Zhao Dashan, Zhang Jing, Li Zhongyi, Zheng Zhilong, etc. are all dead, and most of their descendants only reach the middle level of the empire, but they control the most profitable people in Daqian. Various businesses and groups.

Half of Daqian's private bank belongs to these nobles.

Many current cabinet members are jealous of their income, because cabinet members will retire at that time, and they will have nothing but two years of salary.

In such an environment, in order to fight for their own interests, many cabinets gradually joined Ding Xiang's plan.

The struggle between the founding lords and the forces in power in the empire soon began.

And with the expansion of the struggle, it has evolved from the shopping mall to the battlefield. After all, most of the founding nobles are in the army.

The old and new forces fought bloody battles for power and money.

Four years after Ding Yi's death, Da Yuan took the lead in declaring independence.

Governor Zhang Ding (son of Zhang Jing), refused to accept that his family's bank was nationalized and declared independence.

Then Annan, Jeju, Japan, North Korea, Luzon, Tai O, Singapore and Malaysia, and the overseas forces of the entire Dagan Empire declared independence one after another. The first Asian war broke out in the fifth year after Ding Yi's death.

(End of this chapter)