Three thousand soldiers with steel knives unsheathed appeared in various streets and alleys of Jinling, raiding the homes of officials who surrendered to the enemy and sacrificed their city.

There were crying everywhere in Jinling City, wearing shackles and locks, and the families of criminals who were taken to Suzhou were endless. There were more than 300 other direct males, so the young generals who came to capture did not dare to make a decision. The young general in charge of the arrest was named Liu Ting. It turned out that he was a soldier from Jiangyin. Because of his bravery in combat, he was promoted to a guerrilla general.

He came under the boat on the banks of the Qinhuai River, exchanged glances with Qin He, and entered the boat.

The little maid led him to the upper floor and heard a girl's voice laughing. The throat sound was as crisp and beautiful as the oriole singing, and it was a little charming, which made people unable to control. Liu Ting hurriedly lowered his head and said through the curtain: "The commander-in-chief, the female family members of the criminals have sent people to Suzhou. The male members have arrested more than 300, all of whom are blood relatives of the criminals."

Hou Xuanyan stood up, dressed up, picked up the sword on the table, and said to Bian Yujing: "I'm leaving."

"When will Lord Xiao Hou come again?"

The words were lingering. Those who didn't know thought they were mistresses who had been good for a long time. Hou Xuanyan murmured, and he hadn't even touched his little hand, making him look like he had become me. His little slutty hooves really make people's appetites.

He was not the one who suffered a loss. He leaned over with shameless face, pressed against Bian Yujing's rosy earlobes, and chuckled, "When will I miss me, I will come again."

Bian Yujing was caught off guard, blushed with a sharp face, and breathing rapidly. He almost fell down after dodging back. Hou Xuanyan hugged her in the waist, touched her weak and boneless waist, and walked out of the private room with a laugh.

"Rogue..." These sounds are like mosquitoes and are almost inaudible.

Hou Xuanyan took Liu Ting downstairs and said with emotion: "The Gentle Land is a hero's tomb. No wonder the Qing soldiers came to Jinling and they offered the city. Such a stunning and eccentric and touching hearts. Fortunately, I came down quickly."

Liu Tingshen nodded convincedly, and he almost couldn't control himself by just listening to the sound.

After walking out of the tower, Hou Xuanyan frowned and cursed: "I told you that I had beheaded merely 300 people, but I didn't dare to do so? How many 300 people were killed in Changzhou city, but I didn't see you asking for instructions. Why did you go backwards as you live?"

Liu Ting looked embarrassed and said, "Mr. Governor, that's different. This is not a battlefield."

"You are wrong, this is the battlefield. Now the south has stabilized the battlefield. What you have to do next is to go to such small battlefields. If we are unstable behind us, how can I take you across the river and fight to the death?"

There were thousands of people gathered at Caishikou. They were nervously staring at the temporary execution platform in front of them, pointing and talking. The people above were all big men they needed to hide from on weekdays. They had to make way for these people to go on a detour, but now they were tied up with their hands behind their backs and kneeling on the stage. Behind them, there was a soldier holding a steel knife standing.

Hou Xuanyan winked, and Liu Ting gritted his teeth and walked up to the execution platform and sang: "The Governor General has an order, and everyone will commit crimes. Can it be proved to be true?"

The sword-holder said in unison: "It has been proven that it is true that it is the family of the criminal."

"cut!"

The sharp steel knives were raised together, and they shone with a shocking cold light, and they cut them down in one go.

The onlookers exclaimed in surprise, and the timid ones were already so scared that they fainted.

A scholar-like person in the crowd had glittering eyes and said to his companions: "Jinling, as the first line of defense in Jiangnan, is separated from the Tartars in Jiangbei. The place is so fragrant that it is time to see blood."

His companions dressed similarly to him, but their temperaments were different between their eyebrows. They were covering their stomachs and almost vomiting. The bloody smell of soaring into the sky made the stomachs of these people who had never seen the battlefield.

He suppressed the discomfort, looked angry and cursed in a low voice: "It's cruel, cruel. I thought he was saving Shi Yinghao, but I didn't expect it to be a murderous thug."

"I don't think so. Taichong. In my opinion, the one who can save the situation must be this person. I am willing to follow him to fight the Central Plains in the north. What do you think?"

"The way is different, and we don't plan for each other."

Hou Xuanyan had some unspeakable feelings in his heart, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing that his face was not good, Qin He stepped forward and asked, "Master General, do you want to go back and rest?"

Hou Xuanyan laughed bitterly and said, "What I thought and what I hoped in my dreams was to capture Jinling. Now that Jinling has been taken down, I am a little overwhelmed. Just go back to the palace."

At this time, Liu Ting got off the platform, his feet were covered with blood mud, and asked, "Supervisor, the property of these criminals will not be counted for the time being. I have sent someone to guard their mansions and ask the Supervisor to find a few accountants who can settle accounts and take a look."

Hou Xuanyan nodded and said, "We are marching in a hurry. All the soldiers are coming. Let's recruit them from this city."

Liu Ting nodded and bowed to leave. After a while, the city was covered with signs.

The scholar in front of the execution platform tore up a picture and said with a smile: "There are no need to mobilize a few small things, I am alone."

At this time, Hou Xuanyan, who returned to the Forbidden City in Nanjing, saw a thin figure walking around in front of the steps.

Seeing that he was back, Li Er hurried forward and said, "Sir, the little people have sent the news of your recovery of Jinling back to Qinglong Mountain. The leader in the mountains was excited and wanted to enter the city to join the adults."

Hou Xuanyan nodded and said, "These people who can still resist unyieldingly after the fall of Jinling are obvious, which shows that they are all righteous men. After they enter the city, you will bring them to see me. I will not treat you badly."

Li Er smiled happily and said, "Thank you, sir, that villain will take his leave first."

In Qinglong Mountain, a group of people with yellow faces and ragged clothes were all happy. They were unwilling to surrender to the foreign race and hid in the deep mountains and forests, and finally hoped for hope.

Zhou Wenwu laughed heartily and said, "Take out all the food in the parcel, let it go to eat tonight, and we will enter the city tomorrow morning." The parcel suddenly had a thunderous joy, and everyone was swallowing their saliva. They had been hungry for too long.

A small minion came up and asked, "Chief, my father taught me since he was a child. He should not start empty-handed when he saw a big man. Should we prepare a gift for Lord Hou?"

Zhou Wenwu looked embarrassed and scolded, "What are the conditions for copying the village? Don't you know? Prepare gifts..."

Suddenly his eyes turned and he looked at the dozen Manchu Tartars tied to wood in the yard of the village.
Chapter completed!