"Jirgalang! Surrender quickly and you can avoid death!"

Under the instruction of Monk An, a large number of famous Tang army soldiers shouted loudly in Manchu language outside the rampant general of the circle.

The Tang Army Company shouted several times, and Jiergalang was silent and did not respond.

The reason why he did not respond was not because Jirgalang was so loyal to the Great Halal, but because he knew in his heart that he had no right to surrender.

All his wives and children were in Shengjing. If Prince Zheng of the Qing Dynasty really surrendered to the Tang army here, he could imagine how Dorgon would be furious after receiving the news. His wives, concubines and children would be killed by this fierce and heartless guy.

The only way to do this is to die to exchange for the lives of the whole family.

A trace of sadness suddenly flashed across Jirgalang's face.

"Kill! Men, let's die here for the Qing Dynasty!" Jiergalang shouted loudly, and a tiger gun in his hand rushed towards the rampant sentry team members who were squeezed into his formation.

Just as he was resisting stubbornly, a large number of Tang army rampant team members slashed left and right, and looked like crazy tigers. Finally, they broke through the obstacles of Bai Zhuyala's soldiers and attacked straight in front of him.

Seeing that the Tang army was besieging us, and the number of guards under him was getting fewer and fewer, his moves were immediately messy. A rampant team member saw that he was in a mess, and roared and the back of the heavy tiger sword hit Jiergalang's back fiercely. Jiergalang was caught off guard and screamed and was knocked to the ground.

Seeing him fall to the ground, several Tang army rampant team members immediately rushed forward. The ape's arms relaxed, grabbed his belt, picked up Jiergalang, who had already fallen into a coma, and then held it tightly under his arm.

The leader of the Qing army was captured, and the besieged Tang Jundun was filled with joy.

Immediately, they rushed to the remaining Baiyala soldiers next to them, and shouted loudly: "You are the head coach who has been captured. If you don't surrender early, you will definitely kill him!"

Hearing the thunderous roar of the Tang army, he saw that the Qing army commander Jiergalang was held under the siege by the Tang army. The Baiboyala soldiers were no longer in a fight and knelt on the ground to surrender.

Seeing that Chata had captured the Qing army commander Jirgalang, and Baiboyala's soldiers had knelt on the ground and begged for surrender, Monk An in the distance issued an order to stop the killing in a timely manner.

"Sir An, what should I do if I am unconscious now?"

Amid the cheers of victoriousness, Chata dragged Jirgalang, who had fainted, to the monk An’s horse.

Monk An pondered for a moment and shouted loudly: "Quickly drag Jiergalang into the city wall and send an order to the Qing army who fought to fight to the death in the city, telling them that the master general has been captured and asked them to put down their weapons immediately and surrender to our army!"

"Abide by the order!"

Soon, Jiergalang, who had fainted, was tied up by a group of Tang soldiers, and shouted loudly to the city wall while walking along the city wall.

"Tartars! I'm optimistic! The commander of the army has been captured by our army. The defeat has been decided. It's not too early to surrender, so when will it be!"

"If we don't surrender early, our army will attack and kill you and others, and no one will survive!"

"Surrender quickly can avoid death. If you miss this opportunity, you will regret it in hell!"

The Tang soldiers carrying Jirgalang wandered on the city wall kept making the above-mentioned calls in Mandarin and Chinese.

When he saw his commander, he was dragged to him and shouted to him like a dead dog. The Qing army in Liaoyang City was in chaos.

At this time, the Qing army in the city was already seriously injured in the battle with the Tang army. Now that the commander was arrested, these Qing army, which were originally struggling to fight, no longer had the courage or motivation to fight, and they knelt down and begged for surrender.

Seeing that the Qing army begging for surrender and mercy everywhere, Monk An also sent his subordinates to send orders everywhere to stop the killing and accept the Qing army's surrender on the spot.

At this point, the battle to capture the city of Liaoyang, which was tense and tragic, suffered heavy losses from both sides of the enemy and us, finally ended in heavy rain. It was coincidental that just when the battle ended, the heavy rain began to gradually become smaller and drizzle.

"Wansheng!"

"Wansheng!"

"Kill the Tartars and make a fame!"

"Kill the Tartars and go to the Heavenly Court!"

The continuous cheers of the Tang soldiers were like thunder, resounding over the city of Liaoyang where the rain gradually became diminishing.

At this time, Monk An immediately ordered the Supervisory and Supervision Department to organize troops to clean up the battlefield and then let the victorious Tang army immediately issue Anmin notice in the city to count the results of the battle.

Afterwards, Monk An entered the Liaoyang City official office and asked his subordinates to simply clean up and use the remaining spacious room as a temporary office space.

At this time, Monk An had learned from his civil servants that the casualties between the enemy and our army were killed in this battle. There were nearly 100,000 Qing troops in the city, and now more than 53,000 people have become prisoners. In addition, more than 6,000 people escaped by luck, that is to say, about 30,000 Qing troops were killed by their own soldiers in this rainy night battle.

"Then how is the casualties of our army?" Monk An asked again.

After hearing Monk An asks this question, the supervisor who reported the report had a grayish look on his face. He said softly: "Master An, our army won this battle, but the casualties were also severe. The number of casualties in the entire army reached 4,215. The loss of the friendly army's prince was nearly 5,000, nearly one-quarter of them."

When Monk An heard this number, he sighed in his heart.

In order to win the battle for Liaoyang, my troops paid the most casualties since they arrived in Liaodong. This rainy night siege of Liaoyang became the most casualties of his own. It can be seen that this victory was hard-won.

Just as he kept sighing, soon the documentary officer of the Supervisor's Office came to report urgently: "Mayor An, now he has taken over the Liaoyang City, our army has seized a lot. A total of 18,000 taels of gold, more than 280,000 taels of silver, 150,000 stones of grain, and thousands of silk and wealth. The money and granaries in the Liaoyang City have also been accepted by our army, with a total of 6,300 taels of gold, 160,000 taels of silver, 580,000 stones of grain, more than 18,200 silk and cloth, as well as a large number of weapons and armor... "

When Monk An heard the number reported by the civil servant, he was very happy.

Damn, this Liaoyang fruit is an important town in the Qing court. They have hidden so many good things here. Now it’s good, I’m safe.

"Very good, what is the situation of the people in the city?" Monk An asked again.

"Mayor An, according to our army's inventory, now in Liaoyang City, according to rough statistics from our army, there are more than 188,000 people in total. Next, how do Lord Li plan to resettle them?"

Monk An thought to himself that after these nearly 200,000 people, after these bloody battles, their homes have been destroyed and Liaoyang City is no longer able to survive. If you want to resettle them, it seems that they have to be like Yingkou and Haicheng, and see if they are all transported to Shandong first and then to other places.

So, Monk An immediately replied: "Transfer my order. The nearly 200,000 Liaoyang people will stay in the city for a night as before. Tomorrow, they will be escorted to Yingkou with the prisoners and transported them to Shandong. Then, local officials in Shandong will transport them to Taiwan, Emily and other places to be resettled separately."

The civil servants responded to the promise, and suddenly, a military soldier came to report that now, the unconscious Qing army commander Jirgalang had just woken up.

"Bring it up!" Monk An simply ordered.

A burst of iron chains rubbing, and the Qing army Prince Zheng Jiergalang, who was tied up with heavy shackles, was taken to the room by several Tang army soldiers.

Monk An saw that Jirgalang in front of him had his armor gone, and his dark brown underwear was covered in blood and mud. He stood in front of Monk An with a blank expression, his eyes were empty.

At this time, one of the Tang soldiers who were escorting him cursed and kicked him hard at the bend of the knee. Jirgalang screamed and plopped, and fell to the ground.

The Tang army soldier wanted to kick him again, but was stopped by Monk An.

Then, he ordered the soldiers who were escorting Jirgalang to withdraw from the room. In the whole room, there were only monk An and several guards.

The candlelight shook, and the huge room suddenly became silent.

"Jirgalang, you really don't go to heaven, but you don't want to go, but you don't have a way to hell." Monk An smiled coldly and spoke first.

Jirhalang, who was kneeling down, slowly raised his head and stared at Monk An for a long time, but was speechless and said nothing.

Seeing that he did not speak, Monk An said, "Jirgalang, you are now captured by my Tang army, but the Tang king has an order. If you, the Qing royal family, are willing to surrender, then our army can still save you a lifetime. You need to know..."

Monk An had not finished speaking, but Jirgalang laughed loudly.

"why are you laughing?"

Jiergalang raised his head and smiled for a long time before looking straight at Monk An's sharp eyes and said softly: "Thank you for your kindness, but please forgive Jiergalang for being unable to obey his fate."

"Oh?" Monk An looked stern: "Jirgalang, do you want to seek death?"

"Hahaha..." Jirhalang laughed bitterly again: "Does Mayor An think that I still have a way out?"

Before Monk An could speak, Jiergalang continued: "I understand that the reason why the King of Tang did not kill me and was willing to accept my surrender is that I hope that the prince of the Qing Dynasty, who is a powerful prince like this, can become a model of surrender for the Qing Dynasty's royal family and ministers after surrender, so as to better undermine the morale and military morale of the Qing Dynasty, so that the royal family and ministers will no longer be able to die for the Qing Dynasty. With this thought, I can already see clearly as if I could see the fire."

Jirgalang's face suddenly became harsh when he said this: "However, as a person from the Qing Dynasty, I died as a ghost from the Qing Dynasty. Even if I die, what's the fear? What's more, my family is all in Shengjing. If I surrender to you, they are afraid that they will all die at the hands of Dorgon. I believe you understand my difficulties. To this day, it's useless to say more, so I hope Mayor An will give me a happy time."

Monk An nodded expressionlessly and said loudly: "Since you are determined to die, this town will fulfill you. However, you want to be happy, but it will not work. After all, it is so sorry for the thousands of heroic spirits who died bravely in battle in our army."

"Come here!" Monk An shouted loudly, causing several soldiers outside the door to enter again. He saw Jiergalang on the ground coldly, and said loudly: "Jirgalang! You wait for the Qing royal family to be strong and resist the heavenly soldiers, and once slaughtered and abducted the people of our Ming Dynasty. It is really unforgivable to die. Don't redeem them for death! Now that you are unwilling to surrender, I will cut you to death by Lingchi alive according to the laws of the Ming Dynasty to pay tribute to the people who died in the Ming Dynasty and the Tang army soldiers who died in battle!"

After hearing the order of Monk An, Jirhalang smiled again and said, "Okay, I, Jirhalang, would die in Liaoyang City forever. Now that I have such a way of dying, I can be considered to be dead."

"Then what else do you have to explain?" Monk An pondered for a moment and asked again.

Jirgalang shook his head and sighed: "I, Jirgalang, have been fighting for my life, and have died in my hands. I really don't know how many soldiers and people are. I'm still saying that, the cycle of cause and effect is unhappy. Now that I'm being cut alive here, I'm considered dead! I don't know if I can redeem my sins in this life with my life. But..."

"But what?"

Jirgalang raised his head, looked at Monk An with complicated eyes, and then said softly: "But, I hope that after I die, General An can return my head to the Qing court so that they can use this as a basis so that they will not persecute my wives, concubines and family members."

Monk An looked straight at Jierharang's earnest eyes, and after a long time, he said in a deep voice: "Yes! This town promises you. I will definitely send someone to the Qing court to protect you."

Jirgalang knocked his head heavily on the floor and said tremblingly: "Okay! Najirgalang will ask Mayor An! "

Monk An nodded slightly, glanced at Jirgalang who was kneeling on the ground, and said loudly: "Take Jirgalang down, and after dawn, you will cut off Lingchi alive in the square in the city to sacrifice to our dead soldiers and civilians in the Ming Dynasty. You must also let all the soldiers and civilians in the city and a group of prisoners come to the square to watch together."

"Get orders!"

A night passed, the dawn appeared, and the dark and depressing night was finally replaced by the faint and refreshing dawn.

Although the streets were covered with blood and dirt, the smell of blood was still pungent. From time to time, the residual limbs and internal organs of the body that had not been removed in time can be seen. This important city in Liaozhong, which had just passed the catastrophe of blood and fire swords, was full of a bleak and sad atmosphere.

At this time, the streets of Liaoyang were small and empty and deserted. It turned out that in Liaoyang City, all the soldiers and civilians were gathering in the square to see the Tang army killing Prince Zheng Jiergalang, who was killed by the Qing court.

A executioner with his upper body was focused and careful on a piece of bluestone. After repeated washing and grinding, he pulled out two hairs and placed them horizontally on the surface of the knife. With a slap, his hair broke down in response.

After the executioner polished the knife, Jirgalang, who was covered in blood and messy hair, was wearing heavy shackles on his hands and feet, and an iron chain tied around his neck. He was scolded by a group of soldiers and led to the center of the square like a dog.

Immediately, a soldier behind him kicked him hard, and Jirhalang pounced and fell to the ground.

Jirgalang, who had his neck untied iron chains, looked dull and kneeled like a puppet in the middle of the square.
Chapter completed!