When the savior in the hearts of the Manchus brought out the wealth snatched by the Tartars, these Tartars were full of hope, believing that Uliyan would bring back food again so that they could survive this life-and-death winter.

But the facts are cruel.

Although Lu Zhili tried to hide his identity as much as possible, he was still recognized.

The result can be imagined.

Lu Zhili was almost beaten to death by an angry crowd, and his leg was broken. All his belongings were robbed, and he didn't even bring back a grain of food.

After returning, Lu Shizhi fell into a coma for a whole day and night. By the time he woke up, all the Manchus had gathered outside the cellar.

These Manchus were holding branches and wooden sticks in their hands, waiting all over the cellar.

Lu Shizi came out with a thick branch and saw the posture outside, and was immediately shocked: "What are you... what are you going to do?"

"Uliyan, the savior of the Manchus. In a few days, everyone here will starve to death. We cannot continue like this. We have to rush out, grab food, and return to the north..."

Lu Zhili staggered and hit the old man in the head with a stick: "You are seeking death, you are all living enough..."

"Great Uliyan, we can't wait here except death. It's better to rush out and fight. Uliyan, you are the leader of the Seven Kill Death Soldier. As long as you take us, you can rush out..." The old man who was hit by a stick reached out to support Lu Shili, who was about to fall to the ground: "Or we will all die..."

"The Grand Marshal doesn't want me anymore, but my life is still the Grand Marshal's army. If you want to continue to be enemies of the Grand Marshal, you can kill me first, or I will kill you all on behalf of the Grand Marshal."

The leader of the Qisha Camp was not a waste of time. Even Lu Zhili, who had broken one leg, still burst out with murderous aura, making these Manchus who were scared by the death army dare not look directly at them.

Lu Zhili used the wooden sticks as crutches to draw a big circle in the air: "There are all soldiers who go to the death here. If you move, you will die even if you leave one day. Can you cross the Yellow River? Even if you can get through, can you pass by hundreds of miles north of the Yellow River? Even if you arrive in Beijing, how many days can you stay in Beijing? I know the combat effectiveness of the soldiers who go to the death best. I know the perfect plan for the general. As long as you leave here, even if you escape back to your hometown in Liaodong, the soldiers who go to the death will inevitably chase and kill them. Even if you escape to the ends of the world,

The Grand Marshal will not forgive you. Do you really think I protected you? You are stupid. If the Grand Marshal wants to kill, even if there are ten or a hundred, I can’t protect you. The Grand Marshal left you to leave a last line of life for the Manchus all over the world. If you dare to escape, the Manchus all over the world will be killed. You don’t know what kind of means the Grand Marshal has, I know. Don’t count on your emperor, don’t count on your Eight Banners warriors. Compared with the dead army, they are not the same…”

After saying so many words, Lu Zhizhi was tired of reading: "Duoduo had 200,000 people, and was wiped out by more than 10,000 people of the Grand Marshal. Now the Grand Marshal has 40,000 to 50,000 elite soldiers in his hands. Even if you all the Eight Banners come, you will die..."

As an elite soldier in the army to die, Lu Zhili never doubted the combat effectiveness of the army to die and the general's strategy. As long as it is a war, no one in the world can take the full blow of the army to die.

At the last moment when he left the army to die, the general said something to Lu Zhili, and he would never forget.

"This is the last way for you Manchus to live. If you give up, God will not be able to save you. Maybe the general was waiting for you to escape long ago." Lu Shili said gasping and said, "Okay, you decide for yourself whether to escape after beating me to death or wait here. You can choose."

Not to mention the army to die, even Li Si himself is also a nightmare that these people will never be able to escape.

When it comes to the army to die and when it comes to Li Si, these people suddenly lost their blood courage. Not to mention the army to die in several camps across the north of Jiangbei, even a team or even a small flag of soldiers to die can kill all these hungry elderly, weak women and children.

"Uliyan, but we really can't survive anymore. My child...my child is also coughing..." The Manchu woman from Yehenara knelt down at Lu Zhili's feet with a thud: "It's not hard to be dead or alive, I just want Uliyan to save my child..."

Looking at the large group of people in front of him, Lu Shili looked at the woman and the child in his arms, slowly closed his eyes, and a line of tears slid from the corners of his eyes.

"I'll go ask someone again, please give us something, you can wait!"

The limping figure gradually faded away while the footless snow was stepping away, leaving only two lines of footprints, one deep and one shallow, and the marks of the crutch beside it...

This famous Qisha Camp official, who is called Lu Liyan, must have been an amazing hero in the hearts of the Han people before this. But now they have nothing and have become traitors who are scolded by their compatriots. Just the day before yesterday, he was even broken by angry people.

Now, this broken-legged man is going out again and seeking others for his enemies whom he regards as a dead enemy.

Even those who were Manchus and those who regarded Lu Lizhi as the savior did not understand what the Uliyan was for.

The dry and cold wind whirled, blowing straight into the bone crack like a knife. The woman named Yehenara was full of tears. She looked at Lu Zhili's literacy gradually faded away and her back suddenly fell down in the snow and said to the child in her arms: "This is a hero, kid, you remember, this is a hero-"

When Lu Zhili came to Yifeng and met the county master, he was warmly treated.

The Yifeng County Magistrate was originally a veteran of the Geng camp. He went down to the place due to injury and became the most peripheral county magistrate in Kaifeng.

Lu Zhili limped on one leg, was shockingly thin, with a face full of dirt and a beard. If he hadn't reported himself, his former comrades would have almost never recognized him.

Wine is a good wine, and old comrades-in-arms are both urging wine and picking up food. It is so enthusiastic that people can't stand it.

Long before entering the Qisha Camp, Lu Shizhi was the team official of the Geng camp. After all, he was still the old superior of the county magistrate. The two of them talked about everything during the meal, of course they all talked about the past. As for Lu Shizhi later, the county magistrate's comrades deliberately dodged and never said a single word.

Lu Shizhi was thinking about something, how could he eat and drink? He even said he was drunk and full.

"Really full?"

"Isn't it a polite thing to do with you? I'm really full."

"Drink it?"

"It's been a long time since his mother got drunk." Lu Shuli tried his best to show off the heroic mai he had in the military camp.

"Team Lu," the county magistrate called the official position of the old envoy: "I see that you are dressed in a thin dress. Just a few days ago, my wife sewed me a cotton robe. Before she could touch her body, she will give it to you..."

"Forget it, forgot, the clothes my sister-in-law made by you are for you, why should I ask for them?" Lu Zhili saw that the other party was very kind and quickly said, "I'm here for you, because I have some small things to ask you for help..."

"Since you have eaten and drunk, please leave here quickly. If the Manchus under your command want to rebel, I will personally lead my brothers to destroy them. In addition, no matter what you have, don't tell me, and I don't want to know." The county magistrate comrade waved his hand: "If you come to me to drink and reminisce about the past, when will you come over? When will you come, I will always be a VIP on the seat. If you say something about the hundreds of Tartars, get out of here quickly, so as not to be disgusting."

The attitude of the county magistrate's comrades changed so much in an instant, and Lu Zhiting was indeed unexpected.

It turned out that the hospitality just now was just for the past.

If it were Lu Zhili's temper, he would have left long ago. But now it is not possible. Recently, there is only one old comrade-in-arms who was either Lu Zhili when he saw him. Even if he begs his grandfather and grandma, Lu Zhili had to ask for some food to come out even if he wanted to read.

At this point, Lu Zhili had to give up his face: "Brother, there are hundreds of people over there, and they are about to starve to death. I beg you to give me some..."

"Fart," the county magistrate comrade was annoyed at that time, and his face turned red: "If there were hundreds of wild dogs there, you might as well have starved to death, I might as well give you a few kilograms of food to help you. But what is your side? A Tartar who is not as good as a wild dog! You don't touch your conscience and think about it. I will give the Tartars food to eat? I just set the grain on fire and threw it into the river, and I won't give it to the Tartars! You don't know what the world is now, right? Our own compatriots don't have enough food, so you ask me to give it to the Tartars? You can't listen to such swear words, and it's just a waste of my ears. When will the Tartars on your side starve to death, I beat drums and set off firecrackers, and invite the opera troupe to come and have fun for three days..."

"Brother, I beg you, the Tartars are also human!" Lu Zhili begged in a low voice: "I don't want much, give me a hundred stones of rice... sorghum is also made, and black beans are also made..."

The angry comrade-in-arms county magistrate was still furious: "Lu Zhili, don't say that I don't care about my brotherly relationship before, as long as you are still Lu Zhili, I'm just talking about such a little food, even if you want my head, I will serve it with both hands. If you frown, I will be your grandson. If you are still the good brother who killed the Tartars, I will starve all my wife and babies to death and have to serve you with big fish and meat. I am happy that I am willing, because you are the man who killed the Tartars and the hero of our Geng camp..."

The county magistrate's comrade's nose was facing Lu Zhili's nose, and all the spit-squirting Xingzi sprayed on Lu Zhili's face, and cursed with a stern voice: "But what are you doing? You forgot your ancestors... Do you want food for the Tartars, right brothers who died in battle? Are you right for our old camp officials? Or are you right for the millions of ordinary people? In the battle of Yangzhou, how many brothers died in our Gengzi camp? The old camp officials dragged their intestines and fought hard against the Tartars. Ten team officials died and four injured. Have you forgotten?"

In the battle of Yangzhou, in order to protect the life and death channel behind him, more than half of the Geng character camp suffered casualties, and even the battalion officials were killed in the battlefield. This was why the team official Cheng Zidong was promoted to the battalion official. If the musket soldiers had not supported it in time, the entire Geng character camp would have been killed.

When it comes to Tartars, even the retired county magistrate comrade-in-arms hated him, he was so angry that he wanted to get food from him for Tartars to eat, even if he went from the west in Japan.

"My good brother, how can I forget that battle? You and I were both injured in that battle..."

"Hmph, if you think about your relationship with me, I will kill you, a traitor, immediately."

"I won't talk about the situation on my side. Since you don't give me food, you can only tell the Dashang about this matter, and the Dashang will understand..."

"Don't let your mother goofy, you still have the face to talk about Dashen. I'm so embarrassed for Dashen..."

At this point, Lu Zhili had to lie with shamelessness: "All this is the arrangement of the Grand Marshal, otherwise I would do this?"

"Let's go..." The word "fart" in his throat finally didn't scold him.

Because Lu Zhizhi became too abrupt at the beginning.

A Qisha Camp official who regarded killing the Tartars as the most sacred cause suddenly had a quarrel with the general for a few Tartars. It was indeed a bit incredible...

The veins in the neck of the county magistrate's comrade-in-arms burst out: "You tease me the commander, I will kill you immediately..."

"Believe it or not, you can go to Kaifeng to ask the Grandmaster."

"Hmph, I'll go find the Grand Marshal. If what I said is fake, it's good to be like you when I come back." The county magistrate called a few people and shouted loudly: "This is Lu Shi Li, which is famous all over the world. You guys will take him for me. If he wants to run away, he will be beaten to death immediately..."

It is of great importance, and the county magistrate's comrade-in-arms went to Kaifeng.

The lonely Lu Shizhi sat in the hall, surrounded by extremely unfriendly eyes. These people and enemies knew who Lu Shizhizhi was. Each of them said something ugly, with guns and sticks in their words, and they said something ugly.

Lu Zhizhi just thinks it’s like not hearing it…

The next night, the county magistrate who was heading to Kaifeng, who was finally back.

Lu Zhili limped over and asked anxiously, "What do you say to the Grand Marshal?"

The comrades looked at Lu Zhili, smiled coldly, and suddenly slapped Lu Zhili's face: "Okay, Lu Zhili, all the rumors spread to the Grand Marshal..."

Lu Zhili's mouth and nose were covered in blood, and he couldn't care about this: "What did the Grand Marshal say?"

"The Grand Marshal just said two words..." The county magistrate kicked Lu Shizhi again, took out a piece of paper from his arms and spread it in front of Lu Shizhizhi: "You can see it yourself."

The paper is written in a thick charcoal pen, but unfortunately Lu is illiterate and illiterate: "You read it to me, what are these two words?"
Chapter completed!