Behind the village house.
The last place of resistance of Liu Tichun, Duke of Anhui.
It's been the fifth day since Lao Mukong retreated to this place.
For five days, the rebel generals Tian Heng and Wan He continued to drive the rebels to storm Beili Zhuangfang. Ming army soldiers loyal to Liu Tichun continued to die in the fierce attack of the rebels. Today, the entire army has less than 500 people.
The two villages in front of the village were captured by the rebels. The Ming army was trapped by the rebels and had no chance of breaking out. It was impossible to escape.
Tian Heng, who was sure of victory, sent people to shout for the Ming army to surrender, and even threatened the Ming army's family members in the village, but no one in the Ming army was willing to surrender.
As a last resort, Tian Heng ordered the final attack.
After all, he and Wanhe made sure that the Manchus would be wiped out in two days at the latest.
After giving the order to attack, the valley that was quiet for less than a moment was filled with shouts of killing again.
Accompanied by the cry of killing is the passing of fresh lives.
The rising red sun seemed unwilling to watch the loyal men who kept falling in the valley, and actually hid quietly in the dark clouds drifting from the northwest.
The passing of the sun made Wushan extremely cold again.
Commander-in-Chief Cheng Dayong and his remaining remaining soldiers, more than a hundred people, still stood guard at the entrance of the village.
After two rounds of fighting, there were only thirty soldiers left standing around him.
Even he himself was hit by several arrows.
The arrow wound prevented him from standing on his own, so he had to hold his sword and glare at the approaching rebels.
"kill!"
Xu Ming, the leader of the rebel army, ordered his men to charge forward again.
After another round of killings, Cheng Dayong no longer had any of his subordinates alive around him.
These soldiers, whose names no one even remembers, defended the Ming Dynasty with their lives and also defended their final dignity as Han people.
Looking at the rebels pointing their swords and spears at him, 58-year-old Cheng Dayong was not afraid at all. Instead, he slowly sat down with his sword in his hand, and then took out a pack of tobacco leaves from his arms, trembling.
Two rebels wanted to step forward, but they were stopped by Xu Ming, who led the team.
"These kids are all good kids. None of them have ever married. It's because I can't handle them. Alas."
After taking out the tobacco bag pinned to his waist, Cheng Da put the tobacco leaves into the pot with trembling hands in front of all the rebels. Then he took out the hot stick and lit it and took a deep puff.
Since there was no order, the rebels did not dare to step forward. They just looked at the gray-haired veteran soldier with their swords in front of them.
After taking a few puffs of "Bata", Cheng Dayong exhaled: "After smoking for so many years, Chudi's cigarettes are still not as good as those in my hometown."
He threw the still burning tobacco bag on the ground and said to the rebel Mr. Qian who was looking at him: "You kid, can you let me do it by myself?"
"Commander Cheng, please!"
Xu Ming agreed to the last request of his former boss.
"It's just a nostalgia for old friendship."
Cheng Dayong smiled and stood up slowly, holding the knife, "After I die, if you still miss our past friendship, send my ashes back to Mizhi's hometown to bury them with my parents."
Xu Ming nodded slightly.
Cheng Dayong didn't say anything more. He only looked up at the surrounding mountains and the dolls lying around. He felt sad for a while and then used all his strength to slash the long knife towards his neck.
Before he died, he made his last voice: "Liu Shuai, Dayong takes the first step!"
.........
The fall of the village entrance caused countless rebels to swarm into the village.
The remaining Ming army soldiers were still resisting.
Among them was Liu Tichun's only son Liu Heng.
"Young Master, there are too many thieves. Hurry up and get out! One of you must survive!"
Seeing that the situation was over, Lieutenant General Zhang En was desperate and wanted to die to protect Liu Shuai's son from breaking out of the encirclement.
But Liu Heng, who was only 25 years old, broke away from Zhang En's hand, rushed towards the incoming rebels with a knife, and shouted without looking back: "Uncle Zhang, my father said that loyal ministers have no heirs. Both my father and son will die here today!"
Jian, damn Jian!
Looking at the back of the young master rushing into the crowd of rebels, Zhang En stamped his feet, gritted his teeth and rushed forward with a big knife.
"kill!"
Liu Heng is killing, Zhang En is killing, and the last Ming army is killing!
The trapped beast still fights!
However, there were too many rebels, with hundreds of people surrounding dozens of them.
"Father!"
Liu Heng, who was covered in blood, suddenly turned around and shouted at the top of Shangzhuang.
He knew he was going to die.
There was no figure of his father in sight.
But he knew his father was there watching him.
"For Ming Dynasty, for Liu Shuai!"
The remaining Ming troops roared and fell down.
In Zhongzhuang in the distance, Ming troops were also fighting bravely with the rebels who rushed in.
But it’s a group of women!
A bunch of women with knives!
The leader was a woman whose face was stained red with blood and her hair was disheveled.
This group of female soldiers of the Ming Army performed no worse than the men at the last moment. They occupied the terrain and constantly resisted the rebels, making it difficult for the rebels who were far more numerous than them to rush forward for a while.
But everyone knows that they will eventually be swallowed up by the tide of rebels.
In front of a big house in Shangzhuang.
A middle-aged couple stood there forlornly.
The shouts of killing seemed to stop abruptly here.
Several times the man looked at his wife beside him, several times he wanted to speak, but several times he stopped.
Until he looked at his wife again, the woman suddenly smiled: "Since when did you, Liu Erhu, become such a mother-in-law?"
Looking at his wife's face and the smile in her eyes, Liu Tichun closed his eyes with heartache. When he opened them again, he was determined. He said in a deep voice to his wife who had been with him for more than 20 years: "You go first."
After hearing what her husband said, the woman did not feel any panic. Instead, she said calmly: "I can leave at any time, but I just can't let go of my children."
"Heng'er's temperament definitely doesn't want to live alone. At this time, he will most likely die for his country... Yun'er has been like a boy since he was a child, so he should know what to do."
When he said this, the face of the dignified Duke Wan of Ming Dynasty was full of pain.
This moment is not only the last moment for Liu Tichun, but also the last moment for his Liu family!
What hero has no love for children!
"When we followed the late emperor into Beijing, Emperor Chongzhen hanged himself with a white silk ribbon. Today you and I will also follow his example."
"Isn't that what it means to be a loyal minister? I'll go first."
The woman's heart ached, but she didn't want her husband to feel any regrets at the last moment.
After gently taking her hands out of her husband's hands, she silently walked into the house, stood on the stool that had been prepared, and calmly put her head into the noose.
With tears streaming down his face, Liu Tichun turned his back to his wife until the sound of a stool falling to the ground was heard in the room.
After taking one last look at the great river and mountains, Liu Tichun also came to the house.
The wife's body was swaying slightly in the beam.
Life is long gone.
After standing on the stool prepared by his wife, Liu Tichun put his neck in without hesitation.
Inside the house, was the last voice left to this world by Duke Wan of the Ming Dynasty: "Zhu Youjian, I, Liu Tichun, have never sorry for you! I have protected your family for twenty years, twenty years!"
