"I really don't know how to speak to the soldiers!"

Zheng Chenggong's expression was very lonely.

Zhang Huangyan knew that this was Zheng Chenggong's most vulnerable time, so he comforted him with kind words: "Damu, don't be discouraged, let's face it together."

In fact, this kind of thing cannot be hidden, and the soldiers will know sooner or later.

Instead of waiting until they know the truth, it is better to be honest.

Deliberate concealment will only worsen the matter and even make the soldiers feel resistant.

"Damu, the situation is not as bad as you think. As long as we handle it properly, the soldiers will understand. After all, the one who killed their family was Donglu. They must have been holding back their energy to take revenge."

Zheng Chenggong murmured: "Is this really the case?"

"Believe me, Damu. It will definitely pass."

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After thinking about it, Zheng Chenggong decided to tell the soldiers the news.

Accompanied by Zhang Huangyan, Gan Hui and others, Zheng Chenggong personally told the bad news at the large campus on the shore of Xuanwu Lake.

As he expected, the morale of the army was a little disintegrating at that moment, and the soldiers showed signs of commotion.

Fortunately, his emotions soon stabilized because Zheng Chenggong quickly issued an order, which was to blame himself for forty military sticks.

It was not the generals who were responsible for guarding Zhoushan, but the generals who were responsible for guarding Zhoushan, but the ones who blamed Zheng Chenggong himself!

He is responsible for this matter!

There was silent above the school ground, and everyone was staring at Zheng Chenggong.

The Prince of Yanping really wants his personal soldiers to blame himself for his stick?

Zheng Chenggong did not wear armor today, but a regular robe.

He lay on the ground without hesitation and immediately ordered: "Let's start!"

Although the personal soldiers were very reluctant, it was impossible not to fight.

They gritted their teeth and waved the board and hit Zheng Chenggong's buttocks and legs.

In fact, there is also a set of skills for scepter. Sometimes it is a movement when you hit lightly and heavyly.

A skilled prisoner can cause external injuries without internal injuries, or vice versa.

However, Zheng Chenggong ordered a real fight, and there was no intention of doing these tricks at all.

Although Zheng Chenggong has been leading troops all year round, he is over thirty years old and is not as big as in his early twenties.

After a few steps, his hips and legs twitched, and he gritted his teeth before he didn't shout.

In his heart, he silently warned himself that countless pairs of eyes are staring at him now, and he must not act like a fool.

Zheng Chenggong was shocked when he beat each board, sweat dripped from his neck and soaked his clothes.

"Your Highness, stop beating!"

I don’t know who shouted first in the crowd, and then countless soldiers responded.

But Zheng Chenggong did not mean to stop the personal soldiers. The blame for the stick continued.

The dull sound made people feel depressed and cramped. Gan Hui stood aside and wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

Why should your Highness bear this? Why should you bear it for him?

It was him who deserved to be blamed for the stick!

Forty sticks say that there is no more or less, and it is really no less.

When the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty made officials with a stick, many civil servants would suffer from the disease when they were beaten by forty sticks. Some of them were weak and could even be beaten to death directly.

Of course, Zheng Chenggong's body is very tough, and even if the personal soldiers really fight, they will not be able to kill him.

Even after being hit by forty sticks, blood still oozed from Zheng Chenggong's buttocks and legs.

Zheng Chenggong was helped up by his personal soldiers. The moment he stood up, he felt his legs trembling. He tried his best to stand firm.

"These forty rods are considered to punish the hall, and it makes the hall pay the price for its fault. However, it is unbearable to the Donglu provocation. This hall vows to avenge the dead families in Zhoushan!"

"Your Highness is wise!"

"revenge!"

"Kill the enemy and take revenge!"

Zheng Chenggong's words completely aroused the hatred and fighting spirit of the Ming army soldiers.

They raised their arms and shouted in response to Zheng Chenggong.

Zheng Chenggong's actions just now really shocked them.

But this kind of responsible behavior that did not blame the soldiers was very touched.

In fact, they also understood that the responsibility for the fall of Zhoushan was not entirely dependent on Zheng Chenggong. But Zheng Chenggong still took the responsibility on himself without hesitation.

With this mindset, they did not follow the wrong person.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, isn’t what a person wants to live a life just a clear conscience?

They could have lived comfortably at home with their wives hugged their wives, so why did they join the army?

Isn’t it because I can’t stand the atrocities of the Donglu?

Their family and relatives are very supportive of them, and from this point of view, they really have nothing to complain about.

No one wants to see the fall of Zhoushan.

If you want to blame, you can only blame the Donglu.

So they must take revenge.

Blood debt and blood repayment!

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"Damu, lie down quickly and don't move around!"

Zhang Huangyan and Gan Hui helped Zheng Chenggong back to the house and put him on the bed, looking pityful.

"Look, how did you fight like this? Your personal soldiers are really not serious."

Zheng Chenggong turned his head and smiled bitterly: "Brother Cangshui, don't blame them, I ordered them to fight."

"You, lie down, and you're still stubborn here."

Zhang Huangyan sighed, very helpless.

Zheng Chenggong is good at everything but is too strong.

"The doctor will come in a while. You have to apply medicine quickly or you will have the root cause of the disease."

"Do you still need medicine?"

Zheng Chenggong showed a look of horror.

"Of course I have to use medicine. If you get hurt like this, do you still want to stand up?"

"It's just that you just apply some ointment, so you don't have to worry about the doctor, right? It's really inconvenient for this palace to look like this."

When Zhang Huangyan saw Zheng Chenggong's face turned red, he knew that he was a little embarrassed.

He saw through but said, "But the medicine is always needed, why don't I apply medicine to Damu?"

Zheng Chenggong shook his head repeatedly and said, "How can this work? Let Jing'er apply medicine for me."

Zheng Jing hurriedly approached the bed and knelt down and said, "Son, just follow the father's instructions."

Soon the doctor came with the medicine box.

Zheng Chenggong ordered: "Sir, please give me some advice to me, and he will come to take medicine with me."

The doctor was shocked when he saw Zheng Chenggong's buttocks and legs were covered in blood.

He was so injured that he didn't let the medicine be taken. This was the first time he saw this stubbornness.

The doctor looked at Zhang Huangyan, and saw Zhang Huangyan nodding and said, "Then I will talk to His Highness to the Crown Prince."

Zheng Jing hurriedly came to the doctor and humbly asked for advice: "Sir, please teach me."

The doctor nodded and said carefully: "Your Highness the Prince needs to take off the prince's clothes, apply the ointment evenly to the wound, and then rub it."

After a brief pause, the doctor specifically reminded: "There is one thing I have to explain clearly to His Highness the Prince. If there is rotten flesh on the prince's buttocks and legs, it must be cut off with a knife, otherwise the disease will easily be left."

Although he said it was calm and gentle, Zheng Jing was frightened.

Why does this sound so scary? Do you really need to use a knife to cut off your flesh?

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Chapter completed!