At the end of the Ming Dynasty, I freely traveled through Yangshen

Chapter 215 The Death of Li Zicheng

"Who are you immortals? Are you the same worms that lie on our heads to suck blood like those officials of the Ming Dynasty? Why do you suppress us? We are about to conquer the world. We are about to start a war. It’s a prosperous age of innovation, and we will soon make people all over the world live a good life! Why are you here!"

"Why are you here!"

At the end of his speech, Li Zicheng's expression was crazy, and his all-or-nothing madness made all the Dashun Army executives present moved.

Yes, their group of Dashun soldiers are all poor people who cannot survive in this era. As long as they have experienced those severe droughts, they will know what true despair is. The severe drought in Guanzhong left the people in dire straits, and countless people sacrificed their lives. The sky prayed for rain and begged the gods, but the gods did not respond at all. Instead, they seemed to continue to rain drought to laugh at the ignorance of the world.

The people who had no way to survive had no choice but to seek help from the government, but Guanfu also claimed that they were powerless, and asked them to collect Liao's salary and practice salary. But they clearly saw that in the mansion of Guanfu's family, oily pieces of meat were being eaten. , the raised dogs eat better than them.

These people went to the government for help time and time again, only to be turned away time and time again. Some even waited near the government official’s house. Once someone from the government came out to throw away unwanted food, they could make countless people lose their money. Ten people swarmed forward to snatch it.

They claim that these gangsters are not hardworking and not smart, and that they are stupid. It is a fantasy to want to match the achievements of several generations with the strength of one generation. Those officials are fat, big-eared, full of oil, and those officials who are complicit in the evil are still The beggars in the city were gathered together, shaved into Tatar heads, and then silently killed and sent to the military headquarters.

Finally, someone woke up and cursed, "Fuck your generations of family property, screw your lack of hard work, I just want to live, do princes and generals have the guts?"
As a result, the ignorant people who were treated as nothing by the upper class woke up. They called him King Chuang. They wanted to rebel, to overthrow the corruption of the superiors, and to let the masses survive, they must not collect taxes or pay food for three years!

They did it. Although they failed again and again and were defeated by the officers and gentry again and again, the banner of King Chuang was always carried up. They continued to fight. Finally, the Emperor Apocalypse in the center fell. Emperor Chongzhen came to power, but within a few years, Sun Chuanting, the Ming Dynasty general who suppressed them so much that they did not dare to fly the banner of King Chuang, was transferred.

Once again, they were like sparks starting a prairie fire, and the mountains and tsunami rose up. Taiyuan fell, Xiangyang fell, Xi'an fell, and countless rebels rose up to punish the violent people and corrupt officials.

Within a few years, Beijing also fell. Seeing that the world was unified, Dashun could conquer the world. As long as the Tatars were defeated, good days would come for their people. But at this time, the gods came!

The aloof god actually left the clay sculpture and came to them, to the battlefield where they were fighting the Tatars.

Someone told them that this is the immortal god of the Ming Dynasty, the immortal of the Ming Dynasty, the god of the Ming Dynasty!

At this time, these people who had gathered together because of their ideals and beliefs hesitated. Unknowingly, they also became what they hated most back then. They all became princes and kings and became new dignitaries. They Began to be afraid of death, without the spirit of dedication for the ideal, they flinched, trembled in the face of immortals, they surrendered.

Only Li Zicheng has not changed. He knows that he alone cannot change anything. He surrendered to let everyone live, but he will not surrender because he is right. He has always been right. He has not massacred the city. He has always been firm. What was issued was the national policy of making Shunjun not pay food. He has always been the original boy who wanted everyone to live a good life.

Zhu Cihong was silent.

He looked at Li Zicheng with a crazy expression, as if he saw an unyielding and rebellious spiritual leader, and he couldn't help but marvel at the courage to question ghosts and gods.

He also knows that Li Zicheng is right, because there are no gods and immortals in this world. It’s just that people have more faith, so there are gods and gods. But in this world where immortal gods are destined not to be born, neither can faith. In the area where immortals and gods are born, man can really defeat heaven, and only man can defeat heaven. In this Ming Dynasty world, praying to gods and worshiping Buddha is useless!
"Take it with you and let you be reincarnated as a human in the next life!"

After a long silence, King Qin Guang waved his hand and responded to Li Zicheng, then turned around and stopped looking at him.

Immediately, several ghosts rushed out and tried to lift Li Zicheng up from the ground.Li Zicheng was right, but he had killed too many people on this road and had too much blood on his hands. No matter what, he could not make Zhu Cixiang forgive him and send him to reincarnation. Being a human being in the next life is already a great blessing.

"Hahaha, no one can decide my fate, only I can decide my fate!"

After hearing the verdict, Li Zicheng's expression went completely crazy. He stood up and picked up a knife that had been dropped on the ground by his bodyguard. His eyebrows were cold and arrogant, and his back was straight, as if it could support a vast sea. sky.

Everyone looked at Li Zicheng as if he was not alone at this moment. He was as dazzling as the sun in the sky at that moment, and the spiritual will he aroused was like the falling stars of crape myrtle, and the whole world was rebelling. Now he is the leader of all peasant uprisings in the past 5000 years of the Han nationality. The spiritual successor is also a monument.

The same goes for Zhu Cihong, who turned around in surprise, not expecting Li Zicheng to have such a side.

"No, Your Majesty, no!"

"Your Majesty, you'll be fine if you surrender, it's more than that, it's more than that!"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

"..."

Countless Dashun old soldiers reacted immediately and wanted to stop Li Zicheng, but they saw Li Zicheng smiling sadly at the many ministers and shouting sadly, "You are the emperor and ministers, and I am worthy of it. Remember, I am born to be a great man, and I will die to be a great man." Ghost hero, if Zhu Ming dares to continue to oppress the people even a little bit, the fierce ghost I turn into after my death will resist forever. My spirit needs to be remembered by you. I inherit it from Chen Sheng and Wu Gai, from the peasant uprising in the late Eastern Han Dynasty to the bottom. I would like to call the spirit of Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang the Yellow Turban Spirit!"

“The spirit of the Yellow Turban lives on forever!”

The last words fell before anyone could react.

Poof, the knife penetrated his flesh, and blood spurted out from his neck. Li Zicheng cut himself to death. When he fell, he covered his face with his hair to prevent the world from seeing his embarrassment.

On February 17, the [-]th year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty, in the "Benji of Shun Taizu", Shun Taizu Li Zicheng committed suicide in front of King Qin Guang under a piece of stone. Dashun was destroyed in only one life, but the Ming emperor was benevolent and recognized Dashun as orthodox. He also named Shun Taizu King Minglie.

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When Li Zicheng committed suicide, the battlefields on both sides of Qingshun were still going on. Every move of the giant spirit god, who was dozens of feet tall, exerted such tremendous pressure that it could force the heavens and the earth to strike. It almost caused the livers and gallbladders of countless Qing soldiers to burst with a single blow. .

　Good

　　
　
(End of this chapter)