"What?" Zhu Linmiao saw Zhao Shi's eyes full of murderous intent, and it took a long time to react.

Zhu Linmiao has the inherent impression of Zheng Chenggong in later generations, which is to preconceive that everyone will think that Zheng Chenggong is a hero of the anti-Qing Dynasty, but he ignores that he is the son of a thief who first 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 the army to prove his loyalty. If the Longwu Dynasty was lucky enough to survive at that time, I am afraid that even if Longwu did not kill Zheng Chenggong, those imperial historians and civil officials would not let him go.

But Zhu Linmiao is familiar with Zheng Chenggong's later actions, and knows very well that he is definitely not Zheng Zhilong's party. In history, he cried that Zheng Zhilong failed, so he resolutely broke off with his father.

Later, Zheng Zhilong repeatedly repaired books on behalf of the Qing court to persuade his son to surrender, and promised to be a high-ranking official, but Zheng Chenggong was not moved at all, and has been leading the army to fight with Jianyu for more than ten years, and once almost captured Nanjing City.

But all this, for the time being, only Zhu Linmiao knows all this in the world.

Shi Lin also turned his horse and walked to his side, squinted at Zheng Chenggong and said in a low voice: "My lord, this person is the governor of the imperial camp but left the imperial car without permission, there must be something wrong with it." ”

Zheng Chenggong saw that the people opposite him all looked unkind, and he was stunned. He doesn't want to confess, it's definitely useless to confess, if it were him, he would never believe in a son of a thief who surrendered to the Qing Dynasty.

I just cut down a lot of Jianjiao, and I have already earned enough capital, and I can die in the hands of heroes like King Chen, and I have no regrets in this life.

Thinking of this, he said to Zhu Linmiao: "You don't have to do it with Your Highness, you can successfully break it yourself." However, the Holy Lord is now in Changting City, and what I say to the oath of heaven is true, please go to Your Highness. ”

"Believe you?" Zhao Shi couldn't help but sneer, "There must be a thief in ambush in Changting City, who wants us to ......."

"Your Highness, this Zheng Sen may not be a thief," Tie Dake hesitated on the side, "just now he fought hard to kill the enemy, sacrificing his life and forgetting death......"

"It's just bitter." Zhao Shi immediately answered.

Zhu Linmiao patted him on the shoulder, shook his head with a smile, and then said to Zheng Chenggong: "Da Mu should leave a useful body to serve the country, how can he commit suicide?" Now is the time for everyone to unite to defend against the enemy, and I would like to ask you to go to Changting to escort you. ”

Zheng Chenggong looked at Zhu Linmiao in disbelief, "Your Highness believes me?" ”

"Why don't you believe it?" Zhu Linmiao said angrily, "The general surnamed the country is loyal to the country, and he is sincere, and the world can learn from it." Zheng Zhilong is a thief, but what does it have to do with you? I believe that if you were to choose between the country and your father, you would not lose the country! ”

He said in his heart that if even Zheng Chenggong was treasonous, then who else could believe in the Ming Dynasty?

His words almost made Zheng Chenggong cry, these days the whole world has been treating him as a traitor, he is already about to despair, but at this moment, this King Chen, who has never met before, chooses to believe him!

He was like a person who was about to drown and suddenly grabbed a piece of driftwood, and a breath of life-bringing air instantly poured into his body. At this time, King Chen is the air that keeps him alive!

Zheng Chenggong struggled to get off the horse, stumbling under his feet, and simply knelt in front of Zhu Lin's saddle, his voice was already hoarse: "Trusted by His Royal Highness, Zhu Chenggong will die in the future to repay his confidant!" But there are orders, and it is necessary to go to the soup and the fire! ”

Zhu Linmiao didn't expect that his words just now could have such an effect, and he was also surprised in his heart, a fierce general like Zheng Chenggong naturally didn't have too much to do.

Zhu Linmiao hurriedly dismounted and helped Zheng Chenggong up, and said, "Da Mu is serious. You and I are working together to protect the Ming Society, and we are just doing our best. And he commanded that he should be clothed with medicine.

When he turned his head, he saw Lin Yanchao, the commander of the first company of the second cavalry battalion, and several soldiers escorting a prisoner who was tied up by five flowers.

"Report to the commander," Lin Yanchao saluted and pointed to the bald man with rat tails, "According to the captive's confession, this person is a prisoner who has lost any essence. It should be the head of these captives. ”

Mel Zhangjing is the name of an officer in the Eight Banners system, and belongs to the highest rank of officers under the banner master. Zhu Linmiao nodded slightly, in order to capture Longwu, it was not surprising that the Qing army sent such high-level officers to lead troops deep into southern Fujian.

"Name?" He pointed at the prisoner with his horsewhip.

"Humph! Grandpa will be afraid of you Nanban? The man's eyes widened, and he looked stubbornly resistant. He was not uncaptured, having been captured in Nanzhili last year because his horse's hooves had fallen into a rat hole. However, when he said that the 100,000 Manchurian army was about to go south, the two Nikan officers immediately released his ties for him and treated him as if he were a guest, sent gold and silver beauties, and finally returned to the Qing army camp with him and surrendered.

Zhu Linmiao frowned, and motioned to Zhao Shi, "Let him speak well." ”

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

"Yes!"

Zhao Shi asked people to take a wooden box containing gunpowder, pressed the hand of the Jianyu on it, drew his sword and pressed it on his hand, and said in a loud voice: "Say, what is it called?" ”

Na Jianyu rolled his eyes and said in a rough voice: "Hmph! When General Bolo leads the Manchurian warriors to kill, he will herd horses on your ancestral graves, tear apart the men in your family, the women will share the prostitution and pleasure, and the children will all be sold as slaves! I advise you to let go of Lao Tzu quickly, maybe the master is in a good mood, and he is waiting to spare your dog's life. ”

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

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

That Jianyu only thought that the threat just now worked, and laughed wildly: "Hmph, it's good to know that you're afraid, and let the master loose!" ”

Shi Lin pulled Zhao Shi aside, shook his head and said, "Mr. Zhao Ying's knife is too big, his hand is numb, and it doesn't hurt much." And in case the first class died of excessive blood, how to interrogate. ”

"So, what then?" Zhao Shixiu was only born, and he only felt that cutting off his hands was a very powerful torture.

Shi Lin casually picked up a bowl-sized piece of gravel, and asked the arrogant Meler Zhangjing with a sneer, "Name?" ”

Before he could open his mouth, Shi Lin had already raised his hand and smashed one of his fingers into a flat piece of paper, and the bone residue burst out two feet away with the minced flesh.

"Ahh

Shi Lin raised the stone in his hand again, "Name?" Oh, don't rush back, there's nine fingers, I'll just say it before I'm done. ”

That Jianlu trembled all over, he killed countless Han people on weekdays, and in his heart, these Nikans were as cowardly as lambs, and he was allowed to fiddle and slaughter at will.

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

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

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