Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 14 A River of Blood Flows Eastward
Jubaomen.

As millions of his subjects paid homage, Emperor Taizu Gao rode a rhinoceros and slowly passed by...

Literally millions.

On the streets, on the city walls, and on the Yuhua Terrace, people were all kneeling and kowtowing on the ground, covering the mountains and plains, and were endless, and all of them were extremely pious. After these two days of experiences that could be said to be at the level of fantasy, they no longer had any doubts about the identity of Emperor Taizu Gao.

This is the Emperor Gaozu of the Ming Dynasty.

A god who came to the mortal world to save his kingdom which was destroyed by his descendants.

"Long live the great grandfather!"

……

Countless shouts resounded through the sky.

Yang Feng suddenly stopped and looked at the Da Baoen Temple Pagoda next to him.

"Humph, this fellow dares to call himself the ancestor. Change it back to Taizong from now on!"

He said.

Han Zanzhou, who was following nearby, quickly wrote it down.

In this way, Zhu Di changed his name back to Taizong, but he was originally Taizong, and it was Jiajing who changed his name to him. Now it can be considered that things have been restored to order.

"Grandpa Taizu, Emperor Hongguang previously gave Emperor Jianwen the temple name Huizong."

Han Zanzhou said cautiously.

"Hui? What kind of Hui is he? Loving the people like his own children? Change his name to Zhuang. A loser should act like a loser. He's such a loser! I gave him an empire, but he can't even defeat a vassal king."

Yang Feng said.

"What about Emperor Chongzhen?"

Han Zanzhou quickly asked again.

"It's a pity, it totally fits the bill. If it weren't for the fact that he died with some dignity, I would have given him or Youli the same fate."

Yang Feng said.

"Emperor Hongguang?"

Han Zanzhou asked again.

Although he also knew that Emperor Hongguang might not be dead yet.

But he can already be treated as a dead person.

"Grandpa, the Jiannu in the south have sent a message, demanding Emperor Hongguang as a bargaining chip in exchange for Grandpa's permission to withdraw to Zhenjiang."

Lu Jiude ran over to report.

There were still quite a few Qing troops in the south, not just those who had escaped from Nanjing but also those who had retreated from Wuhu. They were now effectively cut off. While they could try to gather boats to cross the river and head north, this wasn't a sure thing, as Yang Feng could continue southward at any moment. Furthermore, after this battle, the already surrendered Taiping Prefecture and Wuhu could also defect at any moment, making a cut-off, isolated army very dangerous.

The safest thing, of course, is to retreat to Zhenjiang and join forces with their main force.

"Tell them to kill this loser immediately. I don't want to even look at him.

Give him the temple name Huang."

Yang Feng said.

Desolate Sect...

It is still very suitable for Hongguang.

So Hongguang, who was not dead yet, was treated as a dead person and became Minghuangzong.

Chongzhen became Emperor Minzong of the Ming Dynasty.

Jianwen became Ming Zhuangzong, which means "Zhuang" because he was a military leader but failed. In simple terms, he was a loser.

Having resolved the issue of the final judgment of the emperors before him, Yang Feng continued forward. He then saw a man wrapped in blood-soaked white cloth, lying on a stretcher on the side of the road, clearly near death. He immediately dismounted his rhino and walked over amid the excited kowtows of the young men. He looked down at the man who was still alive, struggling to get up and kowtow to him.

"Can it be cured?"

he asks.

This is the one who had been holding Liu Liangzuo's hand tightly.

"My Lord, it's incurable. The doctor said my intestines are all shattered."

A young man quickly answered.

"I didn't ask you!"

Yang Feng said.

Then he looked at the sky.

"Use your Fang Tian Hua Ji to poke him, take him in, and then recover inside. It's like another dimension. As long as he's not dead, he can recover directly after entering. But if he's dead, it won't work. I have to do it myself."

The so-called God replied.

Yang Feng extended his hand, and the Fang Tian Hua Ji automatically appeared. The people around him excitedly shouted "Long live the emperor!" Then he used the Fang Tian Hua Ji to poke the young man, and the latter was instantly sucked into the Fang Tian Hua Ji like a stream of water. The people around him continued to shout "Long live the emperor!" excitedly. Then Yang Feng swung the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand, and the young man was thrown out again and rolled on the ground a few times...

"I'm fine, I'm all right!"

He jumped up with a somersault, pulling the white cloth on his body and shouting excitedly.

Then suddenly I woke up.

He quickly knelt down on the ground.

"I thank the Emperor Taizu Gao for his grace of rebirth."

he shouted.

"Long live the Emperor Taizu Gao!"

The young man who answered earlier shouted with all his might.

"Long live the Emperor Taizu Gao!"

……

There were countless shouts all around.

"Bring all the injured here. I will treat them one by one. Although the dead cannot be saved, I will arrange for them to enjoy happiness in heaven. Those who wish to reincarnate will be reborn into wealthy families. We have people in heaven."

Yang Feng said, carrying his Fang Tian Hua Ji. Those who were saved in this way were basically his fanatical followers.

But Yang Feng didn't care. He hadn't thought much about it. He was just here to complete his mission and leave after it was done. He wasn't really going to rebuild the Ming Dynasty. As for whether Han Xin was willing or not, that was his business. If Han Xin really wanted to, he could just play around here. A Ming Dynasty that was reminiscent of the Qin and Han dynasties would definitely be a hundred times stronger than the Qing Dynasty, which was more like a slave state. But the premise was that he didn't fall into the water...

That depends on his ability.

But considering his insidiousness, cunningness and cruelty, it shouldn't be the case.

Besides, he should be able to swim.

Immediately afterwards, all the injured soldiers and young men were brought over. Emperor Taizu Gao personally cast a spell, drawing each one into his Fang Tian Hua Ji, using the repair chamber inside to repair their bodies and release them intact. And it wasn't just their injuries that were repaired, but also any pre-existing ailments. Even an old soldier who had been blinded in one eye had that eye repaired.

This large-scale spellcasting even lasted until the next day.

At the same time, the battle results are also counted.

Together with the previous ones, the Qing army left behind 15,000 corpses in Nanjing.

There are five thousand genuine Eight Banners.

By this time, the surrendered Ming troops had essentially shaved their heads, their uniforms and banners all old, and some hadn't even had time to shave their heads. Fortunately, they were easily distinguishable from the young and strong men in the city, most of whom lacked uniforms or armor. Five thousand authentic Eight Banners were already quite a number; statistics from the fourth year of the Shunzhi reign put the total number at around 50,000. Besides Liu Liangzuo, who was torn into pieces and thrown into the Yangtze River, the bodies of the Qing generals Baiyintu and Tulai were also recovered.

Among them, only the head of Baiyintu was left, as it was kicked into a ditch and remained intact.

Tulai was injured when he fell off his horse during one of Yang Feng's swooping raids, and was then dug to death with a hoe by the young and strong men who were pursuing him.

In addition, there were another 10,000 who surrendered.

These……

Big parade ground.

"Those who have been to Yangzhou, come out!"

Sitting on the rhinoceros, Yang Feng looked at the more than 10,000 surrendered Qing troops in front of him.

Here are all shaved hair...

It’s not that those who didn’t have time to shave their heads didn’t surrender, but that the latter could escape, after all, they just changed their clothes, but these couldn’t escape. The rat tail on their heads couldn’t be changed in a short time. Even if they cut off the rat tail and said they were monks, it depended on whether others believed it or not.

Besides, they were used to surrendering. The Qing army went south and captured mainly Liu Zeqing, Liu Liangzuo, and Li Benshen who surrendered after Gao Jie's death.

Whoever gives you milk is your mother.

The surrendered soldiers looked at each other. They were not stupid, so of course they would not come out.

"If you don't come out, I'll kill you every time you come forward. But if you report someone else, you can be exempted from punishment. It's up to you to decide!"

Yang Feng said.

The surrendered soldiers still looked at each other in confusion.

Yang Feng pointed with his Fang Tian Hua Ji.

The eunuch gunmen on both sides of him opened fire immediately. At a distance of less than a hundred meters, these guys were very accurate. With the intensive sound of gunfire, nearly a hundred of the surrendered soldiers fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

"I'll give you one more chance."

Yang Feng said.

Then his Fang Tian Hua Ji moved slowly.

Suddenly a surrendered soldier ran out...

"Grandpa, they have all been there. Hou Er also killed more than a dozen civilians, including four children."

He pointed at his companions behind him and shouted.

The ones he pointed at ran away without hesitation.

The next moment, gunshots rang out again, and the surrendered soldiers fell down immediately.

Soon after, those at the back came to their senses and suddenly a bunch of people came out to point out their companions. Some of their companions quickly fled, while others furiously rushed towards those who pointed out them. The whole parade ground was in chaos, and the surrendered soldiers soon began to kill each other. Yang Feng did not put away their swords. As for long weapons, bows and arrows, and firearms, he did take them away, but not the swords. In fact, these guys had basically been to Yangzhou, and they had originally followed the Qing army from Yangzhou to the south.

but……

Those who point fingers at others can protect themselves.

In this case, of course they have to quickly identify the other person, and the person being identified will of course fight to the death to take the person who betrayed them away.

Yang Feng watched calmly from his position on the rhino.

The eunuch gunmen on both sides of him kept firing, killing those who tried to escape.

Some of them charged towards the surrounding Ming troops with the mentality of fighting to the death.

But the latter has countless spears.

So they were immediately nailed to the ground by the spears.

"You can bring the head with you."

Yang Feng said.

The smart ones reacted immediately and joined the melee without hesitation. Soon, some came out holding their former companions' heads and knelt before Yang Feng to claim credit. Yang Feng waved his hand to signal them to leave, and they left as if they had escaped death. This fratricidal melee lasted for an hour, and Yang Feng watched from the beginning until the final result was determined, and the winner knelt before him, holding the loser's head.

"Go away! Be a good person from now on. If you dare to commit crimes again, I will peel off your skin."

Yang Feng shouted.

The man kowtowed and left quickly.

These soldiers are definitely useless. They are the type who will only follow whoever feeds them. Surrendering is their habit. In times of crisis, they will kneel very smoothly. Such people will only bring bad morals to the army.

As for where they will go after they leave, there is no need to worry about it.

Even if they go back and join the Qing army again, they will surrender again next time.

Even if they don't dare to surrender, they will run away.

"Throw all this into the Yangtze River!"

Yang Feng said, pointing to the scene of mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood on the training ground.

The young and strong men who surrounded the training ground immediately stepped forward, lifted up all the people inside, regardless of whether they were still alive or not, and threw them into the waiting boats. After the boats were full, they flowed down the Qinhuai River to the Yangtze River and threw them directly into the surging river.

Adding the dead bodies of the Qing army, there were nearly 20,000 corpses floating on the Yangtze River, which was truly a river of blood flowing eastward.

(End of this chapter)