The grenade exploded almost in front of Dorgon. Even though he was lying on the ground, Dorgon was so shocked that he felt chest tightness and vomited blood. The scorching air wave flipped his hat off, and his scalp hurt like needles.

A member of the Guards Ward Cavalry was thrown into the air by the explosion. His body was hit by unknown amounts of shrapnel. Anyway, he was bleeding all over his body when he fell to the ground.

It had been exposed, and Dorgon didn't care anymore. He suppressed a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and rolled his body to avoid the bullets. As his eyes rolled, he saw a vague figure, and he raised his hand to shoot.

I don’t know if it’s just good luck or the blessing of my father Nurhachi from heaven.

The nine-millimeter pistol bullet accurately penetrated the head of the guard Ward Cavalry, and the helmeted skull was forcibly opened. The blood in the body spurted out for a long distance under the high pressure.

White brains and red blood stained the ground!

Dorgon's performance did not end there. Just after rolling over, he saw a guard Ward cavalry five meters away pulling the bolt of a gun.

Without thinking, Dorgon shot first. The bullet hit the man's helmet, but unfortunately it did not penetrate.

The bodyguard Ward Cavalry who was hit fell straight back. Although his helmet was not penetrated this time, the huge momentum of the bullet caused his head to be thrown back violently, which directly broke his neck.

Killing two Ward cavalry guards in a row was a miracle for Dorgon. Just when Dorgon wanted to achieve greater glory with his father under the blessing of the spirit of heaven, a bullet accurately shot in.

on his back.

The bullets wrapped around the muscles and broken internal organs, and sprayed out from the front. Suddenly there was a movement as big as the mouth of a bowl on the belly, and the intestines flowed out from inside.

The strength in his body disappeared in an instant. His legs softened, and Dorgon knelt down on the ground. His intestines flowed out along the wound and fell to the grass, covered with grass seeds.

Dorgon raised the pistol with difficulty and shot himself in the head. It hurt too much, and Dorgon wanted to end his pain.

But even for such a simple thing, it was very difficult for Dorgon to do it. After trying several times without success, the strength in his body became less and less. Dorgon could only lie on the ground full of leaves, watching from

Sunlight shining through the gaps between branches.

I once heard someone say that when a person is about to die, the sun will no longer be dazzling.

Sure enough, the sunlight piercing down like a sharp sword is really not that dazzling. Are you going to die? It's better to die! If you die, you don't have to run around to avoid being hunted. If you die, you don't have to have the ambition of revenge and run for the revival of the Jurchens.

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Dead! Just fucking dead, dead! Dead! Once dead, a hundred!

When the sky darkened, the sunlight was blocked by someone. It was a guy wearing a gorgeous helmet, and the black rifle muzzle in his hand was pointed at Dorgon's face.

Dorgon felt that he did not dare to shoot because his face was still very important. At least, they had to use this face to prove that the corpse was called Dorgon.

Dorgon even smiled at the man, mocking him for not daring to shoot. The pain that was like a tide just now didn't seem to hurt much now.

The Ward's cavalryman was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand that this guy could still laugh despite his appearance.

"Bang!" There was a gunshot, and Dorgon could clearly see that on the side of his head, broken bones, blood and brain matter spurted out.

The bullet's powerful inertia almost took away half of his face. A few drops of hot stuff fell on Dorgon's face.

The gunshots rang out, and Dorgon wanted to tilt his head to see what was going on. But when he tilted his head, his vision became increasingly blurry.

His eyelids seemed to have two lumps of lead hanging from them. No matter how hard he tried to open them, he just couldn't.

In the end, the eyelids closed like a floodgate, and darkness swallowed everything.

Dorgon felt like he was groping forward in the darkness. It felt more like flying or floating.

There were rose-colored nebulae in the distance, and stars flickered on the sky. When he looked back, there was a huge blue planet behind him. He could even see clouds drifting on the huge blue planet.

In the distance, he saw his father Nurhachi walking in the distance wearing a dragon robe. Next to Nurhachi was Abahai wearing a moon-white flag.

"Ama! Er Niang!" Dorgon shouted crazily, just like he had done countless times in his dreams.

But Nurhaci and Abahai were still moving forward, and as they moved forward, Dorgon saw the faces of the people behind him!

Uncle Shuerhaqi! The eldest brother Chu Ying! The second brother Daishan! The third brother Abai! The fourth brother Tanggu...!

There are familiar faces, including the tall and bearded Mang Gurtai, the hawk-eyed Amin, the sinister Huang Taiji, the palpitating and cunning Azige, and the childish-looking Dodo.

"Brother! Little brother!" Dorgon wanted to fly over and grab his brother's hand.

But no matter how much he tried to fly over, he couldn't move an inch.

"Brother! Little brother! Amma! Er Niang!" Dorgon struggled painfully, and suddenly the black sky seemed to have cracked a gap. Then strong light shone on Dorgon's body for an instant, and his eyes were filled with tears.

It's light.

"Wake up!" A voice sounded like thunder in Dorgon's ears.

Dorgon didn’t understand why there were still people speaking Russian in heaven. Could it be said that Russians could also go to the Jurchens’ heaven?

The scene in front of him gradually became clear, it was a face with a red beard. This man had a pair of green eyes and his skin was as white as a ghost.

Coupled with the red beard on his face, this guy looks more like a ghost.

Have you gone to hell? I’m afraid that’s a possibility. You’ve killed too many people, so it’s natural for you to go to hell.

"Dorgon! Dorgon!" Someone was calling his name.

There was another person in front of me, this time it was a woman. She had black hair but blue eyes. Her skin was so white that you could see the blood vessels under the skin!

"Elizabeth! Are you going to hell too?" He knew the woman in front of him, Kutuzov's third daughter Elizabeth. Her husband was killed by a shell from a Ming warship in Sevastopol, and she is still a widow.

Widow! She is still a beautiful widow, and it is inevitable that there will be a little entanglement between her and Dorgon who wants to have a son.

Dorgon never expected that he would be able to see his old lover even in hell.

"What nonsense, I am an angel.

It was me who saved you, and you will no longer be hunted down. Those Ward cavalry guards were all eliminated. Your brother Jirharang also survived, but he is missing one leg."

Elizabeth didn't care that Dorgon had just woken up from a coma and directly told him the bad news.

"I'm not dead?" Dorgon couldn't believe it was true. He could really see that his intestines fell to the ground, covered with pine branches fallen from the tree.

"You're not dead. You have to thank Military Doctor Serkin and the medicines you got from the Ming Dynasty. If it weren't for those medicines, Military Doctor Serkin wouldn't be able to save you, and naturally he wouldn't be able to save your brother either."

Elizabeth looked at the red-bearded guy just now, and guessed that he was military doctor Serkin.

At this time, Dorgon felt that his body was shaking. It was obvious that this was a moving carriage, but it didn't seem to be moving very fast.

"Where are you taking me?" Dorgon's voice was very soft and he looked extremely weak.

"Didn't you make arrangements in Riga? Then I'll send you to Riga. Father has arranged everything. Your people will not be purged. Don't worry!"

"That's because the Ming people only asked for my and Zilhalang's heads by name. If they wanted their heads, Queen Catherine would definitely give them to her with both hands.

In order to avoid war, it’s okay even if she goes to sleep with the Ming Dynasty Marshal.” Obviously, Dorgon’s brain was the first to recover.

"You are still talking nonsense at this time, so think about how you are going to live in the future. Ming Dynasty is looking for you all over the world, and the governments of various European countries are now living their lives looking at Ming Dynasty's face.

You can't stay in Europe any longer. What do you want to do? Go to South America? That is the territory of the Portuguese and Spanish. If you are caught by them, you will also be given to the Ming Dynasty. Today's Portugal and Spain will see the Ming Dynasty.

All that's left is the wagging of the tail.

Going to the North American territory? The United States is now Li Xiao's other dog, that guy named Washington, who defeated the British with the support of Li Xiao and became independent.

For the rest, you can only go to Africa. It seems to be a known place, and that is where Ming people have not set foot." Elizabeth never knew how to express the current difficulties euphemistically.

"Let's go to the North American territory. I've arranged for people to go there in advance. The atmosphere there is very free, and there are many Ming merchants. We can pretend to be Ming merchants and settle down there.

Don’t worry!

After going through so many things, I don’t want to think about how to deal with it. It’s true that Lao Laoshi and Jierhalang pass on the Jurchen bloodline. Maybe God allowed our brothers to escape because he recognized the Jurchen bloodline.

It won't stop here.

I will marry several women and work hard to have children. Elizabeth, are you willing to give me a child?" Dorgon wanted to take Elizabeth's hand, but couldn't lift his arm and could only communicate with his eyes.

A blush appeared on Elizabeth's fair face, and she playfully scratched Dorgon's face: "Then let's see how hard you work."

The carriage drove for unknown lengths of time before Dorgon finally heard a noise outside. Following Dorgon's instructions, the carriage drove into a building near the port.

Elizabeth took Dorgon's jade pendant and walked into the building. What greeted her was a very strong Russian woman. She was really strong. Her waist size was about the same as that of a bear. Compared with Elizabeth, one of them could hold three.

"I'm looking for Mr. Tong!" Elizabeth looked at the woman and said. Coming all the way, Riga probably didn't know about the order issued by Her Majesty the Queen.

"Do you have an appointment?" The stout woman also looked at Elizabeth.

"No, but as long as you tell him that the Fourteenth Master is here, he will see me."

After sizing Elizabeth up again, the woman turned around and walked upstairs with legs as thick as an elephant.

After a while, an Asian man with a mustache and a felt hat came down the stairs.

"Who are you?" Seeing Elizabeth, this person was obviously stunned.

"Mr. Tong?"

"It's me!"

After receiving a positive answer, Elizabeth didn't say much and raised the jade pendant in her hand.

Mr. Tong's eyes suddenly lit up. He took the jade pendant with both hands and looked at it carefully for a while before holding it to Elizabeth with both hands.

"What are your orders?" Mr. Tong, who was proud just now, is now as obedient as a well-behaved puppy, barely wagging his tail.

"Dorgon is in the carriage outside. Both he and Jilhalang have been seriously injured. Is there a more secretive way to let them in? There are too many informants here, so it might not be appropriate to bring them in like this."

"Okay! There is a side door to come in. If you are not worried, you can go around the harbor and the back door leads directly to the harbor." Mr. Tong was surprised when he heard that Dorgon was injured.

Mr. Tong followed Elizabeth out and guided the carriage into the side door. When he saw the golden-faced Dorgon being carried off the carriage, he immediately rushed over.
To be continued...