Lives are not guaranteed!

After realizing this problem, Zhu Mingzhong looked at the roof of the cabin blankly, and unexpectedly, at this time, he did not feel fear because of this, but felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

The previous dream flashed in my mind again, and the irrepressible sadness in my chest became more and more intense.

Is it destined to be impossible to change all this?

Could it be that this thief sent himself here just to make people cut off their heads?

"Daming, Daming, Daming......"

Suddenly, there was a burst of excited cheers outside the cabin, listening to the cheers mixed with Hakka, Hokkien and Jiangnan dialects. Deep in his heart, he was very sad, and Zhu Mingzhong only felt refreshed.

Yes, today is the day when the whole army wears a big red auspicious costume to worship the sky.

If I hadn't been delusional, I would have been in the middle of it right now, dressed in a bright red robe, chanting there.

Da Ming!

Listening to the deafening sound outside, like a mountain and a tsunami. While being fascinated, thinking that the screams of the 170,000 Northern Expedition soldiers would be the last swan song of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Mingzhong suddenly felt that his heart was like a knife, and he didn't even think about it at all, maybe after a while, his head would be cut off, and the whole person was completely immersed in that inexplicable grief.

"Daming ......"

Obsessively muttering these two words that didn't seem to have much to do with him, Zhu Mingzhong, whose heart was like a knife, looked at the floating dust floating in the light that came through, instead of being worried about the environment he was in, he thought of the previous dream again and felt more and more painful.

That red!

It's blood red!

It's the blood of tens of millions of compatriots!

"The capital of Yao, the soil of Shun, the seal of Yu. In the middle of the should be, a half shameful minister. ”

Because of the swelling of his cheeks, Zhu Mingzhong silently recited the song "Water Adjustment Boat", which was just a Song Ci he read when he was a teenager, why did he remember it so deeply?

"Thousands of miles of fishy as promised, the eternal heroic spirit is here, and the majestic will pass. Why does Hu Yun need to ask, Heri ...... from the middle"

The hellish dream still appeared in his mind from time to time, Zhu Mingzhong, who was standing in prison, had tears on his face at this time, these tears were for himself, but more for the great rivers and mountains that were about to sink completely. It is for this people who are about to fall into the eternal night.

"Yo, this Dongyu's meticulous work is actually a scholar!"

The sudden joking words interrupted Zhu Mingzhong's words.

"Bah, this book has made you read it in the dog's belly!"

The joking words suddenly turned into angry rebukes.

"Okay, don't be so self-pitying, the traitors are all special, and they are still reading some poems, this will be if you want to repent, then it's too late......"

The soldier who entered the bilge spoke with a Jiangnan accent, he was holding a bowl of rice in his hand, and there were a few pieces of meat on the rice, but he then put the rice and meat aside, and no one thought of giving Zhu Mingzong's food at all.

"This meal is Daming's meal, so naturally I can't give you this traitor to eat! Damn, if you die, you have to be a starving traitor! ”

Dine? What else is there to taste?

The sharp pain on his face when he smiled bitterly let Zhu Mingzong know that all this was not a dream, and it would never hurt so much in a dream.

"Today, my lord wants to sacrifice your head to my Ming world, let's go! Let's hit the road! ”

Ay!

With a long sigh, Zhu Mingzhong, who knew that everything was inevitable, stood up.

Surprisingly, he didn't feel any panic, he deliberately straightened the green shirt on his body, this is Han-style clothes, after more than three hundred years, Han-style clothes have become a swan song, become a distant memory of a nation, and even this memory is strange and not well known to people.

Gently flicking his big sleeves, Zhu Mingzhong straightened his clothes again. At this time, he was very calm, his heart was not afraid, and there was no slightest wave, just calm, calm from the depths of his heart.

No sorrow or joy!

When the cell door opened, he just walked out silently, like a righteous man who was going to die, and the moment he stepped out of the cabin, the dazzling sunlight made him can't help but narrow his eyes into a thin slit.

When I walked out of the cabin, I saw a red tong, red flags, red robes, and even a layer of red cloth on the surface of the ship, and the soldiers were wearing red robes, which was the fiery red of the Ming Dynasty, and the auspicious red of the heavens. The same is the blood and tears of this nation!

Yes!

Like that dream, for the next two and a half centuries, the country will not only be plunged into eternal darkness, but will also be enveloped in a sea of blood......

Standing in the shipbuilding, Zhang Huangyan, dressed in a red auspicious suit, looked at the Qing army who walked out of the cabin. Originally, he thought that he could see the other party crying and begging for mercy, but to his surprise, the fine work walked out with his chest held up, and there was not even a trace of fear on his swollen face.

At this time, he was like a righteous man who generously died under the order to shave his hair. With his chest held high, he walked towards the bow of the ship.

Standing at the bow of the ship, Zhu Mingzhong didn't know why he wasn't afraid, he first glanced up at the sky, and then at the severed wooden stake covered with blood and many flies lying at his feet. Then he turned his gaze to the people around him, just calmly looking at the faces, looking at the clothes on their bodies that had finally become a swan song, although his heart was very calm, but the tears slipped down again.

Is the dream a sign or a ...... Could it be that this is fate?

Did you travel to more than 350 years ago, just to witness the last swan song of the Ming Dynasty?

Is this their fate?

The other party's calmness and calmness were completely beyond Zhang Huangyan's expectations, but when he noticed that there were even people around him looking at his generous look, and his face couldn't bear it, although he praised the frankness he showed, Zhang Huangyan still raised his eyebrows and reprimanded sharply.

"You, a thief from the East, although you are a Han Chinese, you recognize the thief as your father, and you are willing to be driven by the Dongyu, blend into the army, and plot against you!"

Zhang Huangyan snorted heavily, using his righteous words to eliminate the impact of the thief's "generosity" on the soldiers.

"Behead you today, sacrifice my Daming rivers and mountains, what else do you have to say!"

Zhang Huangyan's cheers only made Zhu Mingzhong, who was originally immersed in the heartbreak of the sinking of the country, shocked.

Yes, it looks like his head is going to be cut off and sacrificed to the sky, what else is there to say?

No!

I have something to say!

I'm not a spy!

How could I be a spy?

How could I be a traitor?

Looking at the contempt and contempt on the faces around him, Zhu Mingzhong wanted to defend himself, he wanted to tell these people, no!

I'm not a traitor!

I'm not a Manchu spy!

But when he opened his mouth, Zhu Mingzhong didn't say this.

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