The Rise of Ming Dynasty 1646

Chapter 120
"What?" Seeing Zhao Shichao's murderous eyes, Zhu Linmei took a long time to react.

Zhu Linmei has an inherent impression of Zheng Chenggong in her mind. She preconceives that everyone will regard Zheng Chenggong as a hero against the Qing Dynasty, but ignores that he is first and foremost the son of a traitor who surrendered to the Qing Dynasty. How can people in this era believe him.

In history, it was also because of the fall of the Longwu Dynasty that Zheng Chenggong had the opportunity to lead his army to prove his loyalty to the captives.If the Longwu Dynasty survived by chance, I am afraid that even if Longwu did not kill Zheng Chenggong, those imperial officials would not let him go.

But Zhu Linming is familiar with Zheng Chenggong's later actions, and he is very clear that he is definitely not Zheng Zhilong's party.In history, he cried and tried to remonstrate with Zheng Zhilong but failed, so he resolutely broke up with his father.

Later, Zheng Zhilong wrote many letters on behalf of the Qing court to persuade his son to surrender, promising to be a high-ranking official and generous salary, but Zheng Chenggong was not moved at all, and led his army to fight Jianlu for more than ten years, and once almost captured Nanjing City.

But for the time being, only Zhu Linmi knows about all this in the whole world.

Shi Lin also rode his horse and walked to his side, squinted at Zheng Chenggong and said in a low voice, "My lord, as the commander of the imperial battalion, he left the imperial chariot without permission. There must be something wrong with him."

Zheng Chenggong saw that the faces of several people on the opposite side were all unkind, and felt disappointed.He didn't want to argue, and it would be useless to argue, and if it were him, he would never believe the son of a traitor who surrendered to the Qing Dynasty.

I killed a lot of Jianlu just now, and I have already earned enough money. If I can die in the hands of heroes like Chen Wang, I will have no regrets in this life.

Thinking of this, he said to Zhu Lin: "Your Highness doesn't need to do anything, just finish it on your own. But the Holy Majesty is in Changting City right now, I swear to God that everything I said is true, Your Highness, please go quickly."

"Believe you?" Zhao Shichao couldn't help sneering, "Then there must be captives ambushing in Changting City, and they want us to..."

"Your Highness, this Zheng Sen may not be a thief," Tie Dake hesitated, "Just now he fought hard to kill the enemy, risking his life..."

"It's just trickery." Zhao Shichao immediately answered.

Zhu Linmei patted him on the shoulder, smiled and shook her head, and then said to Zheng Chenggong: "Damu should leave a useful body to serve the country, how can he commit suicide? Now is the time when all will be united to defend against the enemy, and I would like to invite you to escort Changting .”

Zheng Chenggong looked at Zhu Linmi incredulously, "Your Highness believes me?"

"Why don't you believe it?" Zhu Linmi said with emotion, "The general surnamed Guo is loyal to the country, and the whole world learns from it. Zheng Zhilong has surrendered the thief, but what has it to do with you? I believe that if you want to choose between the country and your father , you will never betray the country!"

He said in his heart that if even Zheng Chenggong was treasonous, who else in Ming Dynasty would trust him?
What he said almost made Zheng Chenggong cry. These days, the whole world regarded him as a traitor, and he was almost desperate, but at this moment, this Chen Wang, whom he had never met before, chose to believe him!
He was like a drowning man who suddenly grabbed a piece of driftwood, and a breath of life-giving air rushed into him in an instant.At this moment, King Chen is the atmosphere that keeps him alive!
Zheng Chenggong struggled to get off the horse, staggered unsteadily, and simply knelt in front of Zhu Lin's saddle, his voice already hoarse: "His Highness trusts, in the future Zhu Chenggong will die to repay his confidant! But there is an order, and he will go through fire and water!"

Zhu Linmi didn't expect that what she said just now would have such an effect, and she was pleasantly surprised. A strong general like Zheng Chenggong naturally wouldn't be too many to fight.

Zhu Lin quickly got off her horse and helped Zheng Chenggong up, saying: "Your words are serious. You and I will protect the Daming State together, and we will do our best." Then he ordered someone to apply medicine and bandage him.

When he turned his head, he saw Lin Yanchao, the commander of the Second Cavalry Battalion and Company, and several soldiers escorting a kidnapped Jian prisoner.

"Report to Commander," Lin Yanchao stood at attention and saluted, pointing to the bald man with the rattail, "According to the captives, this person is one of the Jian captives. It should be the head of these Jian captives."

Meilezhangjing is the name of an officer in the Eight Banners system, and belongs to the highest-ranking officer under the banner owner.Zhu Linmei nodded slightly. It is not surprising that the Qing army sent such high-ranking officers to lead troops deep into southern Fujian in order to capture Longwu.

"Name?" He pointed at the Jian prisoner with his whip.

"Hmph! Grandpa will be afraid of you Nanman?" The man stared at him with an attitude of resistance to the end.It's not that he hasn't been captured before. He was captured in Nanzhili last year because his horse's hoof fell into a rat hole.But when he said that the [-] Manchurian army was about to go south, the two Nikan officers immediately untied him and treated him like a guest of honor, gifting him gold, silver and beauties, and finally returned to the Qing army camp with him and surrendered.

Zhu Linmi frowned, and signaled to Zhao Shichao, "Let him talk well."

He was still in a hurry to find Longwu, but he didn't have the patience to do united front work with this Mel Zhangjing.For this kind of invaders who trampled on the land of China and slaughtered the people of Ming Dynasty, he would not have any mercy at all.Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself, and preferential treatment of prisoners has no market here at Zhu Linmi.

"Yes!"

Zhao Shichao asked someone to fetch a wooden box containing gunpowder, pressed the Jian prisoner's hand on it, drew his sword and pressed it on his hand, and said loudly: "Say, what is it called?"

That Jianlu rolled his eyes and said in a rough voice: "Hmph! When General Boluo leads the Manchurian warriors to kill them, they will graze horses on your ancestral graves, tear up the men in your family, share the sex with the women, and sell all the children as slaves." I advise you to let me go quickly, maybe I am in a good mood, and I am waiting to spare your dog's life."

Zhao Shichao was furious, and raised his sword to chop off his hand.

Shi Lin hurriedly jumped off the horse, stretched out his hand to stop him, "No."

The Jianlu only thought that the threat just now worked, and laughed wildly: "Hmph, it's good to know that you are afraid, and quickly untie the master!"

Shi Lin pulled Zhao Shichao aside, shook his head, and said, "Zhao Yingzong's wound was too big, his hands became numb, and it didn't hurt much. And if he bleeds too much and dies, how can he interrogate him?"

"Then, what about that?" Zhao Shichao was born as a scholar, and he only thought that beheading his hands was considered a very severe torture.

Shi Lin picked up a piece of gravel the size of a bowl, sneered and asked the arrogant Meile Zhangjing, "Name?"

Before that Jianlu could open his mouth, Shi Lin threw his hand up and smashed his finger into a paper-like flat, the bone fragments and pieces of flesh burst out two feet away.

"Ah——" Jianlu twisted his whole face together in pain, but was held down tightly by the soldiers of the Ming army and couldn't move.

Shi Lin raised the stone in his hand again, "Name? Oh, don't rush to answer. I still have nine fingers. I can just say it before I finish knocking."

The Jianlu trembled all over. He had killed countless Han people. In his heart, these Nikans were as cowardly as lambs, allowing him to manipulate and slaughter them at will.

But the Nikan in front of him was like a ghost, staring at his soul with cold eyes, ready to swallow it in one gulp at any time.He instinctively felt that if he continued to resist, what awaited him would be endless purgatory.

Is this really a Han Chinese?He swallowed, his voice trembling uncontrollably, "My name is Durd."

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