The titles of the Qing Dynasty were not just vassals, so any princes enthroned by the Qing court did not bring any local areas, and the King of Qi Babuhai was an exception.

The Qing royal family who have been praised for their many military achievements since entering the pass, Duoduo was erected by copper water in Yangzhou; Boluo was blown to pieces outside Gusu City; Luke Dehun was shot through his throat in Changsha; Gong Ade was killed by rocks in Qingjiangpu, Huai'an. Haoge, Ajige, and Jirgalang were also defeated one after another.

The invincible myth of Manchuria has become a joke, but now it has to rely on the eight Han banners to support it in Xiangyang.

The Manchu Jiannu, who advocated bravery, urgently needed a royal family who had defeated the Northern Expedition Army to stand up and prove to the world that his courage was still there.

So Babuhai, who "repelled" the fire camp of the Northern Expedition East Route Army, changed from the son of an unwelcome Nurhaci to the hero of the anti-Ming Dynasty in the entire Manchuria.

On the Shangyuan Festival in Yanzhou Prefecture, there was never a darkness before. On the white road covered with heavy snow, a group of people in ragged clothes and sore hands and feet were driven by a group of Eight Banners soldiers with braids, pulling a huge bluestone slab with two white marble stone lions on it, in order to build a palace for the pseudo-Qing Qi King Babuhai. They needed to drag the two stone lions from Yanzhou to Jinan, and I don’t know how many people would die along the way. The Qing soldiers also had their own ways. Every time there were more Han people, they would catch some new coolies in the local area, and they could take the opportunity to burn, kill, and plunder. Anyway, only a few coolies would be left to work in a small town.

The leader of the Eight Banners Knights was named Achayong. He looked a little bloated in five short figure, with strong limbs, and he rode on a horse and looked around. In the eyes of the people who were forced to be a coolie, this ridiculous short and fat man was the most terrifying person.

His eyes were terrible. If anyone rested secretly without using all his strength, he could see it at a glance, and then he was hit by a scorching whip on his back.

Achayong coldly saw a thin, white scholar-like commoner in the crowd holding hands and exhaling. He gently pulled the horse's reins and put his smile on his face. The Qing soldiers next to him saw him raise his whip and showed cruel smiles. The Han man was as thin as a dead grass, and he would probably not live long after a whip. Several people were waiting to listen to the wail of the Han people, and suddenly a sharp arrow broke through the air and shot Achayong's arm through. After the arrow was shot through, it was still flying forward until it was inserted into the trees on both sides of the road.

Achayong screamed strangely, and immediately rolled down. He rolled a few times in the snow nest, bringing out a bloody mark. It was like a big snowball rolling over and another blood sprinkled on it.

The Eight Banners Knights were shocked and pulled out their knives and held them in the air. From both sides of the road, soldiers in white-clothed and white armored suddenly appeared surrounded them.

The Han people were so scared that they shivered, hid under the two stone lions, and looked at the scene in front of them in horror.

Achayong got up from the ground, endured the severe pain, and directed dozens of people under his command to prepare to fight the enemy.

A burly general walked out of the white-clothed army, which was Liu Yong who was floating in the mountain. He put the knife in his hand and said in a deep voice: "There are only a few people here? No, I remember the information given by Qianxiang Camp, where a large number of personal soldiers passed by."

"Don't worry, kill these people first!" Achayong and others couldn't understand Chinese and didn't know what they were saying, but they looked bad at their eyes, probably not a good thing. The total number of these white-clothed soldiers suddenly appeared was no less than a thousand people, which was not something that their little men could handle. Fortunately, there were nearly five hundred companions nearby. Achayong, who was shot through his arms, was not good-looking, but a leader with a red flag. He had more than five hundred Tartars outside the pass.

As soon as Achayong stretched out his other hand, his subordinates suddenly screamed. Liu Yong instantly realized that there must be Qing soldiers around him, and these people were probably calling their companions in Manchu.

The archer ambushed in the dark shot through Achayong's other raised arm with an arrow. Achayong's arms were hanging down with some funny arms, and he roared with gritted teeth on his face.

"Catch them and wait for the rabbit!" Liu Yong licked his lips and killed all the crowd with a knife.

When the Eight Banners Knights saw that they would definitely not be able to survive, Achayong shouted on the ground, and the person surrounded by the people raising their swords to chop them up on the heads of the people hiding beside the lion.

A bright steel knife slashed over a boy's head. The Han boy was so scared that he covered his head and screamed. With a clang, the steel knife that was chopped down was slashed on a spring embroidered sword. The young man's neck was so painful.

"Am I dead?" The young man raised his head in a daze, and saw a white general saying to the surroundings with a smile: "This is still a baby, so he was caught to transport stones. The dog Tartars are really inhumane."

Liu Yong blocked the Tartars with one sword, slashed forward with a knife in both hands, and three heavy swords without any fancy tricks forced the Qing soldiers to retreat one after another. Finally, when there was no way out, they were pierced by the white-clothed soldiers around him.

Seeing that the Qing soldiers were dead, the people crawled out of the lion and knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

Liu Heiqi was a little at a loss and shouted loudly at the top of his voice: "We are Fu Laishan... We are from the Northern Expedition Army's Fire Camp, not the Tartars. You all get up and run away."

Liu Yong frowned. These people escaped their timidity. They just slashed their swords on their necks, but no one knew to resist. It was more reliable to expect the beast to be kind than to expect the Qing soldiers to forgive them.

Liu Yong straightened the wrist guard on his wrist and said sternly: "The Tartars hang their swords on your head. Even if you touch them up and use your skull to make a gap in the blade, it will be better than doing nothing. Seeing that there are Tartars coming next, I have exposed my ambush in order to save you, so why don't you leave quickly."

The people stayed motionless, and this place was a little far from their hometown, and Shandong was now in chaos, so it was necessary to have good luck on the way back to escape and have a chance to return home safely. However, except for them, the villages have been slaughtered, and even if they escape, they will inevitably be harmed by the Qing soldiers.

"General, we have no place to escape. If we are burned back, we will die. Please be kind to the general and take it in, so let us common people have a way out."

Liu Yong scratched his head and said, "Liu Heiqi, you escort them to Huai'an, and I will continue to wait here with my brothers. Qianxiang Camp said that there were more than 500 Qing soldiers here, and only less than 100 of them were killed, and there must be some fish that missed the net."

Liu Heiqi inserted the knife back to his waist, clapped his hands and said, "Come on, follow me." He is from Qingzhou Prefecture, Shandong, and is very willing to help these people escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

The people helped each other, untied the shackles on each other, threw the stone lion and followed Liu Heiqi and more than a hundred soldiers to flee south. Liu Heiqi secretly wiped his tears and his eyes turned red. Fortunately, his face was dark and ordinary people could not see anything strange. He untied the thick dog-skin top on his body, wrapped it on the scholar who was almost whipped, and cursed: "What kind of evil have you done? Even scholars have been arrested for being a coolie."
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