Carrying AK into Ming Dynasty

Chapter 845 real relief

The setting sun cast the last ray of light, and in the wilderness outside the city of Busagan, all the Raksha captives were tightly bound.

They seemed to know their fate, some were struggling and shouting, and some were staring blankly at the sky.

Zhu Cilang was riding on the horse, with Liu Hongjian resting on his side, and behind him were Babara, Su Ketu and others, all of whom were waiting for the emperor's decision.

"The Raksha people invaded the country, intending to invade Chahar and devour the Ming Dynasty. However, the sun and the moon, the emperor and the empress soil, did not help the tyrants. Today, I know the power of the Ming Dynasty. I am proud of having such a warrior as the second class. It's a pleasure to fight with you.

For the rest of my life, all barbarians will be enlightened, and those who dare to offend my great enlightenment will be punished even if they are far away!

By my decree, all Raksha captives shall be executed on the spot! "

Zhu Cihong's eyes were stern, and all the soldiers lowered their heads wherever they looked.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

After a hard day's fighting, the Ming soldiers all responded to their emperor with roars.

"Your majesty, that's not bad, he looks like a former emperor!" Liu Hongjian praised.

Just now he was in a trance back to the decisive battle with the Jiannu people a few years ago. On that day, Uncle Chongzhen was also full of pride.

"Liu Qing don't want to make fun of me, I just said what's in my heart, I have seen the cruelty of the battlefield today, I think I was too naive before." Zhu Cihong smiled slightly.

"Hehe, you are still young, even if you have a heavy burden, you should go out more when you find time. Reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles!" Liu Hongjian said gratifiedly.

It's time for Zhu Cihong to grow up. He promised Uncle Chongzhen to be a regent for three years, and now two years have passed. To be honest, Liu Hongjian had long wanted to return the burden of the general to Zhu Cihong.

"Your Majesty, I have a suggestion, why don't Master Gu come first!" Liu Hongjian said after a moment of silence.

The reason why Gu Jia, Fang Dagang and others strongly requested to participate in the Second Northern Expedition was all because they wanted to avenge Xie Xinghua and a dozen other brothers, and now the opportunity came.

"Alright, I'm a little tired, Liu Qing, I'll leave this place to you." After Zhu Cihong finished speaking, he returned to Busagen City with Pang Haihai, who had been planning to avoid him for a long time.

Liu Hongjian knew that Zhu Cihong still couldn't bear it, but he didn't say anything. Compassion doesn't command soldiers. He was also a naive country before, but war is war, and we have to follow the rules.

Although Gu Jia was not young, but upon receiving Liu Hongjian's notice, he immediately borrowed a saber from the soldier next to him, and Fang Dagang and the other three went to the Rakshasa captives.

"Xiao Jie, the old man has avenged you." Gu Jia looked up at the sky and seemed to recall the despair she had at the beginning, and then took up the knife and cut off the head of a Rakshasa man without hesitation.

"Xie Qianhu, Brother Li, have you seen that our majesty is personally driving the conquest, we will fight all the way to the capital of the Raksha people, let you try something new today!" Fang Dagang immediately began to hack and kill.

Porochi stood aside with bloodshot eyes and seemed a little unable to restrain himself, but these captives did not belong to the Chahar people, and he was no longer a prime minister.

"Mr. Pineapple, let me lend you my king's saber, and do your best for your king!"

Standing aside, Liu Hongjian couldn't understand the pain in the heart of this foreign Mr. "Qu Yuan".

Bo Luochi was not pretentious either. He took the saber from Liu Hongjian, bowed to Liu Hongjian with great Ming etiquette, and then walked towards the captive camp.

About half an hour later, the sky had already darkened. Seeing that Gu Jia and the others had vented their pent-up sorrow, Liu Hongjian immediately ordered Babara to carry out a joint killing.

Two thousand guards rushed into the prisoner camp, and under the sound of wailing, it took only a quarter of an hour for the earth to return to silence.

Liu Hongjian ordered the soldiers to pile up all the captives, and then brought dozens of carts of firewood from Busa Gencheng, and burned all the corpses of the Raksha people with a fire.

Now that the last trace of the Golden Family's blood has been cut off, the territory that Da Ming won will naturally belong to Da Ming. In such a hot weather, Liu Hongjian will not allow the dead corpses to cause a plague in the wilderness.

Gu Jia, Fang Dagang, Po Luochi and others have already become blood men. Gu Jia seems to have let go of it, and the younger Fang Dagang seems to have more to say, while Po Luochi kneels in the direction of Busa Gencheng.

The past is gone, the dead are like this.

One month ago, the Raksha people massacred the Chahar people in the city. One month later, Daming took revenge with an army of [-], and Busagencheng was no longer as prosperous as it used to be.

At dawn the next day, before Liu Hongjian got up, soldiers came to report.

"My lord, Mr. Bo Luochi...he committed suicide in the big tent!"

Liu Hongjian sat on the edge of the bed in a daze. He was silent for a while and said, "Oh! Maybe this is the real relief!"

The old country no longer exists, and the old people are all dead. Now that the big revenge has been avenged, he wants to go down and report it to his king!
Liu Hongjian ordered that Porochi's body be collected and buried next to the tomb of the Chahar royal family.

For the next three days, the army was repairing in the city of Busagen while waiting for the arrival of the supply camp.

Just when Zhu Cihong was about to lose his temper, the fifty rear-loading howitzers transported by the Ministry of War finally arrived in Liu Hongjian's hands three days later.

It was also on this day that Daming's sentry cavalry detected the news of the main force of the Raksha people.

Tsar Alexei I assembled an army of [-], including Count Yuri's remnant troops, less than two hundred miles away from Busagencheng.

"Liu Qing, are we just waiting in the city?"

Zhu Cilang didn't understand that Busagen's east and south cities were almost collapsed, and even the intact city walls didn't have too much defensive value, after all, the city walls were too thin and too low.

Alexei's main force must have an artillery battalion, and this city wall cannot resist at all.

"Of course not. The city defense battle is too boring, but wouldn't it be more comfortable to stand on the city and watch the battle?" Liu Hongjian said while drinking.

Now that Alexei is looking for them, why mobilize people when they can wait for work.

In the Rakshasa army more than 100 miles away, the young Alexei I was also hesitating.

"Your Majesty, Ming's military equipment is more advanced than it was more than a year ago. I'm not trying to excuse my guilt, but please think again, Your Majesty!" Yuri knelt at Alexei's feet and said.

In the Battle of Busagan City, Yuri's troops suffered heavy losses, but Alexei only relieved him of his military post and did not deprive him of his title, which made Yuri very grateful.

"If your father were here, he would never say such a thing. Your courage has been taken away by that Daming prince. Go down!" Take Yuri down.

In fact, if it weren't for Yakov's face, he would have executed Yuri a long time ago. This Eastern Expedition came to avenge his shame, and secondly, to consolidate his throne.

Due to the loss of a large area of ​​territory during his term of office, the people in the country have long been filled with dissatisfaction. If he can take back Beihai and take more land along the way, he will no longer have to worry about the parliament.

He has been preparing for this Eastern Expedition for more than a year. If he just went back in such a desperate state, he could imagine how the archbishop and the council would laugh at him, and he would never allow that.

"Morozov, the time has come for you to avenge your shame. Is the flame in your chest still burning?"

　Thanks to the book friend Mo Yun Qingfeng for the 500 taels, and the book friend who is drunk and looking at the axe, and the blind swordsman for the 100 taels.

　　
　
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