"Cough, cough, cough"

Nurhaci suddenly started to cough, and he kept coughing, accompanied by a mouthful of thick phlegm.

He beat his legs hard with his hands. He wanted to stand up, but his legs were as hard as he did not belong to him, and he could not feel any pain or pain, let alone stand up.

"ah!"

Nurhaci roared in a loud voice, he could not accept everything he is now, let alone what he is now.

He, the co-lord of the Eight Banners!

He, the wise Khan of all the nations!

How could he become like this!

"Ama!"

Dai Shan hugged his uncontrollable father and kept wiping away the thick phlegm from Ama's mouth with his sleeve.

"King King!"

Fei Yingdong and Amin held both hands of Tianming Sweat respectively, and they were in great pain.

"Go, go"

Nurhaci pushed Daishan hard. He wanted Daishan and the others to leave, and he didn't want them to see what he was now.

He was proud of Tianming Sweat. He had thought of a hundred ways to die, but he never thought that he would become a useless man with paralyzed legs.

He hates, he is unwilling, he is heartbroken, he is desperate!

"Ama, don't do this!"

Dai Shan buried his head in his father's sweaty chest, and tears wet his chest.

Suddenly, Tianming stopped sweating and did not move at all.

Dai Shan was shocked and looked up at his Ama, and found that his Ama seemed to be blocked by someone casting a spell.

And at this time, a smell of stinking on his nose.

Fei Yingdong and others also smelled it. They instinctively looked towards the smell and found that the smell came from under Tianming Sweat's butt.

"Big, big brother"

Bayala's tongue was trembling.

Fei Yingdong closed his eyes in despair, knowing that the Khan King who had been following him for the rest of his life would never come back.

After realizing what he had done, Tianming Khan, who was petrified, laughed like crazy, then raised his hand and pointed at everyone, glaring at them angrily: "Kill me, kill me!"

"Ama, me, me"

Dai Shan took several steps back in fear. He was trembling all over and could not do anything to kill his father.

Bayala was also retreating, afraid of seeing his elder brother's almost begging eyes.

Amin and Fei Yingdong turned their heads at the same time, and they didn't dare to look at Tianming's eyes.

"Kill me!"

Nothing makes Nurhaci worse than death than this moment. He is really almost begging his son, nephew, brother and comrades who have fought for life.

But they were as hard as cowards, which made Nurhaci very sad. They were not filial, they were disobedient!

Nurhaci was powerless to beg everyone. He sat there, feeling the filth under his butt and the unpleasant smell in the air.

Fei Yingdong sighed. Although the Khan is like this, he can't just sit there. He wants to ask someone to wash the Khan, but as soon as he walked out of the tent, he saw the seventh prince Abatai leading a group of people over.

The group of armored men with swords behind Abatai made Fei Yingdong realize something was wrong. He immediately shouted: "Seventh Prince, King Khan did not call you!"

What I got was Abatai's raising his hand.

"you!"

Covering his broken neck, Fei Yingdong looked at Abatai and rushed into the tent in anger.

None of the white-armored soldiers of the Khan's personal army around them knew what had happened, and they didn't even dare to move.

The red-armored soldiers brought by the Seventh Prince seemed to have no intention of fighting with these Khan's personal troops, and they just surrounded the tents.

The Tenth Prince Dege whispered a few words to the white-armored soldiers officers who rushed over when they heard the movement. After hearing this, the people all changed their faces, but they actually followed what the Tenth Prince said and stayed there.

"Lao Qi, what are you doing!"

Looking at Abatai, the seventh brother who was covered with Fei Yingdong's blood, Dai Shan's eyes suddenly felt filled with blood. He knew what Abatai wanted to do.

"Ama!"

Abatai saw his father Khan sitting on a stretcher, and his heart burst. He was very scared, but he still took two steps forward, and then stabbed the tip of his knife towards his second brother Daishan's chest and abdomen.

"Abatai, stop!"

Bayala and Amin exclaimed at the same time, but Abatai did not stop. He had stabbed the knife into his second brother's abdomen.

"Old Qi!"

Daishan held Abatai's knife tightly with both hands, and the sharp blade directly cut his thick palm.

Abatai roared and stabbed the long knife deeper into his second brother's abdomen.

The force was so strong that the blade cut off several Daishan's fingers.

Amin and Bayala finally reacted, but they did not wear weapons and could only rush towards Abatai to take away each other's sword.

Degele took action. He first cut his uncle over to the ground with one knife, and then slashed Amin's right calf with one knife.

Before Amin could scream, the two red-armored soldiers stepped forward and held him down, then cut open the neck of the Master Zhenglan Banner with a dagger.

Amin, who could not stop the blood rushing between her neck, could only roll on the ground and roll on

Abatai finally pulled out the long sword that stabbed his second brother. He ignored Amin who was rolling on the ground, but helped his uncle to free him.

After doing this, the tent was quiet and the outside was quiet.

Whether it was the red-armored soldiers brought by Abatai and Dege, or the white-armored soldiers, they all held their breath silently.

Their eyes were all staring at the tent, they were all looking at the figures inside, and they were all waiting for the people inside to come out.

"Ama!"

Degele stepped forward and knelt in front of his father Khan, kowtowed a few times to him. He did not defend himself, he knew that his father Khan knew what was going on.

Abatai also walked over and knelt in front of his father Khan, but he did not kowtow, but just looked at his Ama motionless, without disgusting the filth caused by Ama's incontinence.

Ge Qimu gave a look at the red-armored soldiers who entered the tent, and they quietly left the tent. Seeing this, the officers of the white-armored soldiers looked at each other, but no one took action.

In their hearts, they also breathed a sigh of relief.

"You two are very good."

Looking at the two sons who had just killed his brother and uncle, Nurhaci actually smiled.

"My son has no choice but to forgive me!"

Abatai knocked three times "dongdong" and then got up and slowly lowered his Ama, then took the fur coat covering him Ama in his hand.

"Brother Seven,"

Degele gently pulled Abatai and signaled the other party not to do that.

Abatai ignored Degele. He covered the fur coat on Ama's face, and then thought about it for a long time. Finally, he stretched out his hand and covered Ama's mouth and nose hard.

The suffocation made Tianming Han struggle for a while, and he struggled out of instinct, but the struggle quickly stopped moving.

On March 26, 1918, Wanli, Nurhaci, the leader of the reactionary separatist group in Jianzhou, died at the hands of his son Abatai.
Chapter completed!