Chapter 198 The purpose of concealment

No matter who was killed, everyone didn't care much. No matter whether your surname was Wanyan or something else, they were all Tartars. Just take it with one knife and get it clean.

As for what Wanyan Huashan family is thinking about, and how desperate it is, no one cares, and even they themselves don’t care much.

As long as the commander's right hand falls, the Tartars will fall to the ground, which is that simple.

"Master, please wait!"

The sound was not loud, but it surprised the people who were already covered by the murderous intent. Who is this and what does it mean?

Then another shout of "Stay under the knife!"

A figure slowly walked up to the platform, Li Si's right hand hanging high was still holding...

Wanyan Huashan's family seemed to have caught some life-saving straw, and immediately raised their heads. The Wanyan family's daughter-in-law hugged the child tightly, and there was a look of hope on her numb face. She was already crying: "Wuliyan will save us, and will save us..."

The thousands of people outside don’t care about these things, what do you say? Keep people under the knife? Isn’t this a nonsense? When you say this at this time, it is obvious that you can’t get along with the old and young men in the capital, and it is obvious that you are enemies of the Han people in the world.

"kill!"

"Kill them all!"

The mood, which was already a little depressed, suddenly rose again. No matter who the person who shouted this sentence was or what his identity was. Even if the little Emperor Xingwu of Nandu came, it would be useless.

At this moment, no matter who it is, if the massacre of the Tartars is stopped, it will be everyone's enemies.

Whether it was the Wanyan family who was waiting to be killed on the high platform, or other bannermen who were facing death at any time below, they finally heard the sound of "stayed under the knife". At this moment of despair, a simple sentence was all hope.

In this world, the only one who can say this is Wu Liyan who can save them from the butcher's knife.

Everyone whispered the name of Uliyan, hoping that this Manchu savior could once again show his compassion.

but.

The one who appears on the platform is definitely not the savior in the minds of Manchus.

Although these bannermen had never seen Lu Zhili before, and did not know how kind Lu Zhili had a face, the one who shouted that the person who kept the knife was definitely not Lu Zhili.

Because this is a woman, an old woman with a hairy hair.

With the support of two women in white, the old lady walked up to the platform tremblingly: "Master, please postpone the execution!"

After seeing the old woman, Li Si slowly withdrew his raised right hand: "Come here, look at the seat!"

The old woman was not polite, and after the gift, she sat down with a big golden knife.

With Li Si's reputation and strength now, those who are qualified to sit down in front of the standing loyal Bo can count with one hand.

He was killing well. Suddenly, such an old woman came out and relieved the lively killing of the Tartars. The old and young men in the capital were already full of blood heat, so how could they tolerate this?

"Let's kill you, who is your old woman?"

I'm still quite polite to ask this question, and there are more unpleasant words that are shouting loudly, and the noise is like a huge waterfall falling down.

The old woman was not angry, stood up and stood in front of the stage, and said loudly: "I haven't mentioned my reputation for being a cheap man for decades, and you won't know if you say it..."

"Are you a Tartar?"

"I lived in Qufu, and my husband's surname was Yan!"

Qufu, Yan family!

Although the sound is not loud, it is enough to cause shock.

Even if a reckless man and a fool who don’t know the big words, can you not know the Restoration of the Holy Lord? Can you not know the most wise man in the world? Especially during the deadline of the hair shaving order, the Yan family fought to the death. Even though they knew it was a disaster of extermination, they still strictly guarded the defense of China and the barbarians, and would rather keep their hair than their heads. It was extremely heroic.

All male members of the Yan family died, leaving only more than a hundred widowed women. Even these women fought against the Qing court with their weak bodies, becoming a different scenery in the Seven Killing Camp, and also erected a monument for those who were unable to resist in the world.

It is precisely because of this that although the Yan family is no longer male, these women still interpret the legacy of the ancestors to the fullest. It is with this that the reputation of the descendants of the Holy Lord has surpassed the descendants of Confucius.

The woman in plain clothes entered Cining with her weak body and killed Xiaozhuang on the spot. How courageous and majestic!

When the students in Beijing heard that the old woman in front of him was the ancestor of Yan, they immediately knelt down and bowed to the grand ceremony.

After the ceremony, several Su Rus, who were quite famous, shouted from a distance: "Restore the Shenggong clan, the same as the great way, is more important than establishing virtue, but do you want to plead for the Tartars?"

The ancestor of Yan looked at the Wanyan family in front of him, then looked at the corpses piled up in the audience, and shook his head slightly: "My Yan family has slaughtered the Qing people. There is no man of five feet in the house and no man of the household. He has a deep hatred of blood with the Tartars and wishes that he cannot eat his flesh and blood. How can he plead for the Tartars?"

The old lady said: "Old man is shameless and wants to be loyal to the behead for his execution, not to plead with the Tartars, but to be entrusted by others to keep the sword of the commander until sunset..."

Fortunately, it was not here to plead for the Tartars, but to suspend the massacre order until sunset.

With Mrs. Yan as well as the sacrifices made by many women in plain clothes in the army, Li Si would give her this face no matter how much she was.

If you want to suspend it, with Mrs. Yan's reputation being suppressed, although many people are still unwilling to do so, even saying anything, but the general responded and couldn't say anything. But if you really spare the Tartars, you can agree to whatever they say.

Anyway, the sun has already set its sight westward, so I don’t have to wait for more than half an hour. Once the sun falls, the knife will fall.

In fact, everyone would rather see Zhongcheng Bo pick up Fulin and then wipe it in front of everyone. But that's all, it's just that. After all, it's impossible to really do that baby emperor. Everyone knows that he is still a very useful person.

There are still many Tartars inside the pass. Although the Qing army in Jingdong and Shandong are no longer in a state of great influence, they are also retreating outside the pass, but they also need to attack with one blow, right? With blessings in hand, this kind of thing is much simpler.

The army to die is the essence of this nation. If you can lose less than one, it will retain more confidence for everyone. This is the role of Fulin.

No matter what these people think, although the knife is raised, it still does not fall. This makes the people who are about to be stabbed see a little hope.

Being able to block the sword of the army to die at this time is definitely an extraordinary and important person. I can't think of anyone else. As long as I can block the sword of the army to die, I will be the savior of the bannerman. As long as I can save the life of the family, I can pay any price.

If I am truly desperate, I will not think about anything, but now I have a little hope. This fragile and pale hope is falling and falling little by little with the sun...

There was not much time until the sun set, and the knife had just slowed down a little...

Wanyan Huashan's family saw the most clearly on stage. There were so many hatred eyes below and the crowd that could determine their life and death with just one word.

"Don't have any fantasies, no one can come!" Wanyan Huashan was very clear about the current situation.

To kill them is not just the meaning of going to the death army, but the hatred of so many people is vented. With such a great momentum, even if Li Si himself wants to cancel the massacre, he will never be able to do it, let alone Li Si will never cancel it.

As time passes by little by little, people who are eager to see blood have not seen any changes, nor have any changes have occurred.

The sun has begun to fall...

Although there are thousands of people, people who are immersed in blood and anger still feel dull, the kind of dullness that is expected to happen but nothing happens...

Suddenly, the crowd on the right side of the reed shed separated to both sides like a tide, and the two small flags of fork soldiers "squeezed out" a passage. In the middle of the passage was a woman in red clothes.

The woman wrapped her head in red scarf and dressed in red clothes. She appeared in front of people like numb blood.

It's the Red Lady.

Long before the Death Army captured the enemy, Hong Niangzi's name was well-known to everyone. If Hong Niang had not integrated hundreds of thousands of members of the Communist Party, Baoding Prefecture would not have been taken down so smoothly, and the Death Army would not have taken down the capital so quickly.

The Red Lady was dressed in a red dress like a fire, so that those who had never seen this strange woman could also know her identity, but the person behind her was not sure who it was.

If you can appear in such an occasion, you can ask someone to entrust the Yan family ancestors, and say that you have a great background, and if you are not good, you will be a powerful person.

The person walking behind Hong Niangzi looks like a powerful hero no matter how he looks.

He was wearing a ragged dress, his trousers were rotten to his knees, and he was barely tied with a straw rope around his waist, and his hair was as messy as weeds. His face was covered with mud and his beard was almost inch away.

Who is this?

No one knows who this beggar is. They all guessed his identity.

When the beggar limped to the bannermen, he didn't know which one shouted: "Lu Zhili--"

Only then did people realize that this cripple like a beggar is Lu Zhili.

"Dog thief, tear him!"

"A bastard who even forgot even his ancestors..." The screams were loud and the crowd suddenly became turbulent.

This is even more hateful that Lu is not literate and not tartars.

It is because he is a Han Chinese, but he protects the Tartars. This is to betray the nation and forget his ancestors. No matter how much curses are used on him, it is not an exaggeration.

Perhaps only the word that came from Jiangnan can accurately represent Lu Zhili's identity: a traitor.

How could such a thing appear among the Han people?

If it weren't for the fork soldiers around, people would have pounced on them and tore the traitor into pieces. Even so, people would try their best to attack.

No matter what object in his hand, as long as he touched it, he would throw it to Lu Zhili's body...

Some people even found the copper coins and silver horns in their arms and smashed them hard. At such a long distance, of course it was impossible to really write Lu Zhi, but if they didn't throw the anger in their hearts, they would never get out of their hearts...

Lu Literacy.

As soon as he heard this name, the bannermen in the field, who were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, immediately burst out with a neat cheer.

Lu Zhili himself is Wu Liyan, the savior. At this moment when the butcher knife was raised high in the face of great disaster, Wu Liyan finally came.

Only at this moment of death can people more realize the sacredness and compassion of Uliyan. The savior who has been circulating in the wind has come, and he still comes to save the bannermen.

After word of mouth and more fermentation, Lu Zhili has become the true god in the hearts of Manchus, the only god in the world who can save everything. Compared with the gods and Buddhas on the Buddha's silhouette who can only enjoy incense but never be a county magistrate, Wu Liyan is so real and so close.

Until the standing still, even when facing the mountain pile of corpses and the river-like blood, the Tatars had long been numb and had no hope.

However, the emergence of Lu Zhi literacy has given all people like lambs hope, and it is hope for life.

Lu Zhi said nothing, did nothing, and didn't even look at these Tartars, but his appearance had already made the walking corpse-like bannermen burst into tears.

All the Tartars were crying and kneeling down in the direction of Lu Zhili in the most pious expression, and recited the two names of Lu Zhili: "Wuliyan...Wuwuwu, Wuliyan is here, Wuliyan will not abandon us, God...Wuliyan..."
To be continued...