At the end of Ming Dynasty: I, Sun Kewang!Desperate comeback!

After Li Zicheng's death, Dashun's successor Li Guo died of illness in Guangxi.

Now Li Laiheng committed suicide in Shuanglong Mountain.

After his death, his son Li Fuguo was still young.

Although Dashun still has territory and an army.

But there is no longer a core, a decent core.

This indicates that Dashun is destined to be annexed by Sun Kewang.

Since the death of Liu Zongmin, Li Zicheng, Tian Jianxiu and others.

Li Guo was unable to integrate the entire Dashun.

After Li Guo's death, Li Laiheng inherited the position of commander-in-chief of the Zhongzhen Camp and returned to Kuidong with the assistance of Gao Yigong.

Although old brothers such as Liu Tichun, Hao Yaoqi and Yuan Zongdi respected Li Laiheng very much.

In addition, they freed up food, pay, and land, allowing the direct descendants of Dashun to settle down in Kuidong.

But Dashun is no longer the Dashun before.

Li Laiheng could not become the real Li Zicheng in the hearts of these Dashun brothers.

As early as that time, Dashun was not a regime, but an alliance.

Although this alliance is very cohesive, it is not a real regime or a real country after all.

But now that Li Laiheng is dead, Li Fuguo is still just a child.

From this moment on, the word Dashun can only be regarded as nominal.

Although Hao Yaoqi is still alive, Liu Tichun is still in Jingxiang, and Yuan Zongdi is still holding on to Wan'an Mountain.

But these people can no longer recommend a person who can truly convince the public.

The Dashun regime completely ceased to exist from the moment Li Laiheng died!

"Chuang Wang!" the last few dozen Dashun veterans howled.

The twenty or so Dashun soldiers who could still stand up used their last strength, drew their swords and killed themselves, and followed Li Laiheng away.

But the remaining thirty or so Dashun soldiers who were seriously injured and exhausted could not even stand up.

Even the strength to commit suicide has long been exhausted.

Under the broken Dashun banner, a large number of Wu troops swarmed forward.

More than 30 seriously injured Dashun remnants were captured.

And the banner of Chuangzi that had been held high for decades by three generations of Li Zicheng was cut off by Wu Jun.

This made Dashun's remaining soldiers even more sad, but they couldn't even shed tears.

Surrounded by a crowd, Wu Sangui came here in person.

When he looked at such a tragic scene, the King of Zhou let out a long sigh.

"I have been fighting with the intruders for sixteen years, but I never expected that I would kill Li Laiheng here in the end and completely destroy the intruders." Wu Sangui said with emotion.

Li Laiheng is dead, and Li Shun has no hope.

Although there are still many remnants of Dashun, Wu Sangui's words can be regarded as the truth.

"My lord, what should I do with the body of this thief grandson?" Ma Weixing said bitterly.

Ma Baonai was his sworn brother, and the two fought together for many years.

Even the creation of Sun Kewang was made by the two brothers together.

Now Ma Bao died in such a daze before the final victory came.

How could Ma Weixing accept this?
Therefore, the anger and unwillingness in the general's heart could only be used on Li Laiheng.

Wu Sangui also understood Ma Weixing's thoughts when he saw this.

This close friend of Ma Bao must have wanted to cut Li Laiheng's body into pieces with knives, crushing the bones and scattering ashes.
But seeing Li Laiheng in such a scene, he still couldn't bear it.

"Mr. Xu, in the battle formation, life and death are determined, and wealth and honor are in the sky."

"In the past, Li Chuang ruled the world for more than ten years, why not die in Jiugong Mountain?"

"The Eight Kings are also geniuses, but in the battle at Phoenix Mountain, why not be killed by the Tatars in a daze?"

"Ma Bao died in the hands of Li Laiheng. Maybe this was his fate."

"You two have made great achievements in this battle. I am determined to report to the imperial court and posthumously designate Ma Bao as a prince with one word and Duke Xu as a county prince with two words."

Wu Sangui murmured and expressed what he meant.

Seeing this, Ma Weixing could only stop in anger.

What Wu Sangui said is right, life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are determined by heaven.

People like Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong who were able to dominate the world died in confusion.

Ma Bao died in Shuanglong Mountain, so it can only be said that this was his fate.

"Find a good coffin and bury Li Laiheng." Wu Sangui waved his hand, showing his benevolence.

Although this King of Zhou did not have any great moral integrity, he did not have any respect for small benevolence and righteousness.

Even in his old age, this great traitor was able to serve the people.

They would rather be defeated than dig thousands of embankments to divert water from the Yangtze River and flood Jingzhou.

Now that he was touched by Li Laiheng's tragic act, he was naturally willing to give his old enemy a coffin.

"The King of Zhou is benevolent and righteous!" All the old generals of Xiying handed over their hands.

The relationship between the Xichuang Second Camp and the Second Battalion is so deep that even Zhang Xianzhong once served as the King of Dashun Qin.

Although these people worked hard for Wu Sangui, they killed the Dashun army without mercy.

But except for Ma Weixing, the other old Xiying generals were still unwilling to treat Queen Chuang like this.

After all, King Chuang used to be a great hero and idol in their hearts.

Even Ma Bao, who died in the battle, screamed at the intruder one after another.

But in fact, Ma Bao also stayed in the camp.

After dealing with Li Laiheng's case, Wu Sangui turned his target to the more than 30 captured Dashun soldiers.

"Come here, give them water and meat."

"You are all loyal and brave men who have fought hundreds of battles, now that Li Chuang is dead."

"You good men, why don't you follow me?"

Wu Sangui waved his hand, and with a smile, ordered people to bring water and meat to these Dashun soldiers.

He has always been good at recruiting surrender and rebels, and he has always cherished talents.

These people are all elite men who followed Li Laiheng in the bloody battle to the end.

If he could be included under his command, Wu Sangui would definitely want it.

Hearing this, a Dashun general took a sip of water without saying a word, and then ate meat in large gulps.

"Yes, yes, that's how it should be." Wu Sangui laughed when he saw this.

However, after regaining some strength, the Dashun general started to curse loudly.

"Wu Sangui, you, a servant with the fourth surname, were first a Ming general and then surrendered to our Dashun."

"For the sake of a prince, he abandoned his entire family, lured the Tatars, and killed countless Han people!"

"Now they have rebelled against the Qing Dynasty and returned to the Ming Dynasty, using the banner of the Ming Dynasty to harm our Dashun soldiers."

"Ming, Shun, Qing, Ming, you have become a slave of the fourth surname. Do you want to join Sun Kewang in the future, or kill Zhu Youlang and make yourself emperor, and become a slave of the fifth surname or even the sixth surname? !”

"Hahahahahaha..."

This Dashun general laughed loudly and kept insulting Wu Sangui. The words he said were all Wu Sangui's pain points!
When the other Dashun soldiers saw this, they followed suit and ate Wu Sangui's water and food one after another. After eating, they started to curse.

"You, you, you—!" Wu Sangui was so angry that his mouth was filled with smoke.

He resented people most in his life for saying that he was a domestic slave with the third surname, which was good.

This person directly scolded the fourth surname, even the fifth and sixth surnames.

Although Wu Sangui did dance on the three eggs of Ming, Shun and Qing, he also planned to surrender to Sun Kewang and become a loyal minister to the West and a loyal minister to the Qin Dynasty!

But this is the truth, but we can’t let people talk nonsense!
"Come here, chop them off one by one." "I want to see if these intruders have the tougher bones or this king's sword!" Wu Sangui ordered in anger.

Several Wu Jun sword and axemen quickly pushed General Dashun, who was headed by General Da Shun, to the ground.

"Wu Sangui, my grandma, I am She Jiari, the commander-in-chief of Dashun."

"If I can't kill you, a Wu dog, during my lifetime, Queen Si will definitely harm all the female relatives of your ancestors for eighteen generations in the underworld."

Even though She Jiari had arrived, she was still laughing and greeting Wu Sangui.

"Cut it, chop it, chop it!" Wu Sangui was furious and ordered quickly.

There was a flash of blood, and a big head fell.

However, facing Wu Jun's swords and axes, the remaining Dashun'erlangs were not afraid at all.

"Good! A good death!"

"Old She, there are so many female relatives of Wu Sangui, the ancestral ancestor of the family slaves of the fourth surname and eighteen generations."

"How can you cause so much trouble by yourself in the underworld?"

"I, Gao Lingyun, just happened to go down to accompany you!"

Gao Lingyun, the chief seal officer under Li Laiheng, laughed loudly.

The other Dashun soldiers also laughed loudly when they saw this.

They all spoke out and ridiculed Wu Sangui wantonly.

"Cut, chop me off one by one. I want to see how hard these stubborn intruders can be when they are about to die!" Wu Sangui said with a face ashen.

Another flash of blood flashed, and the voice of General Seal Soldier Gao Lingyun sounded loudly.

However, even so, the insults and ridicules from Dashun's good men are still endless.

After the deaths of She Jiari and Gao Lingyun.

Zhang Shuxiao, Wang Congxin, Yang Shan, Li Yu, He Jinming, Gao Guoyu and other direct descendants of Dashun died one after another under the sword and ax of the Wu army.

These are the good men of Dashun who followed Li Laiheng to his death in Maolu Mountain in history.

Now when faced with Wu Sangui's sword and axe, he still didn't retreat at all.

A stream of bloody light flashed through, and heads fell to the ground one after another.

In the blink of an eye, twenty-five of the thirty-four Dashun prisoners had died.

But among these twenty-five people, no one flinched or begged for mercy.

This shocked Wu Sangui and others.

"Crazy, crazy, these intruders are crazy!"

Wu Sangui looked at the scene in front of him, and his whole body trembled.

If a person can die generously, then he will just sigh with emotion.

But of the thirty-four people in front of him, twenty-five had already been killed.

The people who were still alive still didn't flinch at all.

Is it possible that none of these people are afraid of death?

How is this possible?

The twenty-fifth head fell, and a Dashun general sneered and glanced at Wu Sangui jokingly.

Then he stretched out his neck.

"Who are you?" Wu Sangui asked, waving his hand.

"Wu Gou, I don't want to change my name, I don't want to change my surname. I am a relative of the emperor of Dashun, and the general is taller than a tiger!"

Gao Yigong's younger brother, Gao Yihu, the younger brother of Gao Guiying, the Queen Mother of Dashun, shouted.

"Gao Yihu? Gao Yigong?"

"Are you Gao Yigong's younger brother?" Wu Sangui was shocked and said quickly.

"I am the fourth surnamed domestic slave!" Gao Yihu said proudly.

"Since you are the younger brother of Duke Yun, your brother is a loyal minister of the Ming Dynasty."

"Now that Li Laiheng is dead, why don't you return to the imperial court and follow Sun Kewang to cause rebellion?" Wu Sangui advised.

The only advantage Wu Sangui has against Sun Kewang now is that he is flying the banner of the Ming Dynasty and respecting Yongli Zhengshuo.

Therefore, compared to Sun Kewang who proclaimed himself emperor, Wu Sangui occupied Dayi.

After all, he is now Mingchen.

Of course, when he said this now, he did not expect to recruit Gao Yihu with the Yongli card alone.

Instead, he planned to use the righteousness of the court to give Gao Yihu a step down.

After all, everyone is afraid of death. He doesn't believe that Gao Yihu really wants to die.

Our Ming Dynasty has been orthodox for three hundred years. It does not sound good to Wu Sangui to submit to him.

But doesn’t it sound good to submit to our Ming Dynasty?
Thinking back to the beginning, I don't know how many generals of Xiying deserted Sun Kewang and defected to Li Dingguo under this move.

People like Qi Sansheng had received great favor from Sun Kewang.

They all had the psychological burden of betraying their old master, but Li Dingguo held high the banner of the Ming Dynasty.

Doesn’t this perfectly relieve the psychological burden on these old Xiying people?

As Qi Sansheng said: The ruler of the country, the Western Government, and the old doctrines are both. Today, Xifu respects Yongli as a democracy, which is just and right. We also have something to rely on, and we should follow Xifu's tune to be upright.

It would not be good to vote directly for Li Dingguo, but it was done by Ming Dynasty.

Wouldn’t it be justifiable to relieve the psychological burden?
Now Wu Sangui also wants to relieve Gao Yihu's psychological burden, and also wants him to come to vote in a justified manner.

So that he, the King of Zhou, could retain some dignity.

Otherwise, if he personally recruits surrender, She Jiari and more than 30 people will not surrender.

Where should I put my face as the King of Zhou?
"You are the younger brother of Duke Yun. If you come down with courtesy."

"Since I have ascended the throne, I will report to the imperial court and let you inherit the title of Duke Yun!"

After Wu Sangui played the Yongli card, he quickly struck while the iron was hot and even promised Gao Yihu to inherit the title of Duke Yun from Gao Yigong.

As soon as these words came out, all the Wu Fan generals took a breath.

The prince of the country, the king of Zhou has spent a lot of money!

"Bah!" Gao Yihu was not happy and got angry when he heard this, and broke into pieces.

"Wu Gou, my good man from Dashun used to seek refuge with the Ming Dynasty, for no other reason than to kill the Tatars, Wu Gou."

"Otherwise, how would my good men in Dashun look at that Zhu Youlang!"

"I don't know what you, Wu Gou, are thinking, you actually want to use this to recruit me to surrender."

"Don't say he's dead, even if he's cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, if I say a word of mercy in front of you, a Wu dog."

"I am called a royal relative of Dashun in vain!"

Facing Wu Sangui's coercion and inducement, Gao Yihu lived up to his brother's reputation and remained unmoved.

Instead, he continued to insult Wu Sangui and decided to die generously.

"Okay, okay! If you want to be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, then I will cut you into pieces with a thousand cuts!"

"Come here, pull Gao Yihu down and have him executed by Ling Chi!" Wu Sangui said angrily.

He had already taken the initiative to give him the steps and promised him the title of duke.

I didn't expect that Gao Yihu was still so ignorant.

In this case, there is nothing more to say. Gao Yihu wants to be cut into pieces with a thousand cuts, so Wu Sangui will give him a thousand cuts!

Soon a fishing net covered Gao Yihu's body.

But Wu Sangui's ax continues.

Not long after, all thirty-four Dashun soldiers were killed by Wu Sangui.

But none of these people begged Wu Sangui for mercy. (End of chapter)