Li Xiao didn't say anything and took the letter with a dull face. He checked the paint and opened the envelope directly.

An urgent message from Yang Sichang from the Ministry of War asked Li Xiao to immediately lead his troops to Beijing to serve the king.

Li Xiao shook his head helplessly. The backwardness of information transmission gave him an advantage. Although it was just flying pigeons to pass messages, it was not a high-tech method. But it still let Li Xiao know the latest news in the capital. This morning

Qian Qianyi led troops into the palace yesterday, and under threats and inducements, he had supported Zhu Youjian out of the capital and headed for Nanjing. And just at noon yesterday, Huang Taiji and Zhang Xianzhong had already begun to attack the Zijingguan Great Wall Fortress!

The current capital city is already in a state of anarchy. When Yang Sichang sent this letter, he must have been aware of Qian Qianyi's actions.

"My lord, you see, this is a letter from Yang's Ministry of War, asking me to bring troops to the capital to serve the king. But look, do I still have any troops in my hand?" Li Xiao spread his hands, he really didn't have any troops.

"Since Yang Shangshu has written, it must be that the capital is in a tight situation. I don't know the military affairs, so I rely on Brother Xiao for everything. It seems to me, Brother Xiao, you'd better take this army to the capital. Anyway, there is a letter from Yang Shangshu.

There is an old slave here again. You have come to Beijing on orders. Others will not criticize you!" Seeing Yang Sichang's sincere words, Wang Tiqian became calmer. If it were not an urgent matter, Yang Sichang would never talk to Li in such a low voice.

The owl speaks.

What I want is these words from you old bastard!

"In that case, I will accompany you. But wait a moment!" Li Xiao said a few words to Shunzi, who immediately ran away.

Wang Tigan was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He finally waited until almost noon before a battalion transferred by Li Xiao arrived. This was a battalion left by the First Division in Jinan, and it was regarded as a barracks guard. Now it was also called by Li Xiao.

Xiaolai came out. This time we went to the capital without a capable army.

The capital is almost empty now. God knows if there will be riots. In a big city with a population of one million, if there is a riot, it will definitely be a disaster. And Li Xiao has to rush, after all, Huang Taiji and Zhang Xianzhong wait for no one. Starting yesterday

When attacking Zijingguan, Li Xiao felt that with the defenders of Zijingguan, it would be good if they could hold out for half a day.

Now it was time to work with Huang Taiji. I looked at the nine thousand honor guards behind me and hoped that these guys could do their job.

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When Li Xiao marched towards the capital, Huang Taiji had already climbed to the top of the city of Zijingguan, which was still smoking. There were corpses everywhere, many of them Ming soldiers wearing cotton armor. But most of them were rioters in rags, almost

There are no flag soldiers wearing Eight Banners military uniforms.

The battle last night shocked him. Huang Taiji did not expect that the Ming army guarding Zijin Pass would be so tenacious. He was also shocked by the cheapness and madness of the rebels!

Many rioters didn't even have shoes, and they were charging with bare feet that were purple from the cold. They only had a big wooden stick in their hands, which they picked up from the hands of dead people. Huang Taiji even saw a guy who dared to climb up the city gate with bare hands.

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When people are poor, life is worthless. For a bowl of porridge that can clearly illuminate the figure, and two frozen pancakes, these people will risk their lives to fight! Hunger gives them infinite strength, and

It gave them the courage to face death. Perhaps many people originally wanted to die, but were reluctant to take a knife to themselves, or were afraid of the painful struggle of hanging.

People rushed up like a tide, and then a large area was knocked down by fire blunderbuss, and a large area was shot down by bows and arrows. When they arrived at the bottom of the city, they would be scalded by the boiling water poured down from the city wall until they howled like ghosts. Those who were not shot to death, scalded to death, or burned to death had to climb up.

After reaching the top of the city, you have to face the swords and guns of the Ming army.

These people hit them with sticks, threw bricks, and even bit them with their teeth. It was impossible to tell that the people who were being bloody and slaughtered were the same ethnic group. They seemed to be born with deep hatred, but the rogues who had been hungry for a long time were not well-trained.

The opponent of the Ming army.

One group was killed, and before they could take a breath, another group pounced on them. The frequency of attacks and the speed of loss of life were unprecedented in Huang Taiji's life. This was not a battle, this was a massacre.

Later, after thinking about it for a while, Huang Taiji realized Zhang Xianzhong's intention. He just wanted to use these people to exhaust the Ming army at the top of the city to death.

I have never understood why a bowl of porridge and two steamed buns can make the mob explode into such a powerful fighting force. After seeing those people wailing in the wild and digging grass roots and bark in the ground with their fingers, Huang Taiji understood

For these people, the temptation of a bowl of hot porridge and two cold steamed buns is huge. For these two things, they are really willing to risk their lives.

Zhang Xianzhong promised them that as long as he captured Zijingguan and captured the capital, he would feed and clothe everyone.

He drew a big cake for everyone, but he didn't know how many corpses would be covered on the road leading to the cake.

People who are crazy about hunger will look at this mirage-like pie and move forward along this road of death. They can either fill themselves into this big hole like stones, or burn themselves like chopping firewood. They will not starve to death.

Only those who have not been filled into the pit and have not been burned can finally reach this big cake. As for how many people will be left at that time, only God knows.

For the first time, Huang Taiji had a shuddering feeling. There was a famine in the Hou Jin Dynasty, but it did not lead to this kind of virtue! He saw the power of hunger. No wonder the Han people always said that the world is big and the food is the biggest. The Jurchens have suffered from hunger, but

Liaodong has a vast territory and is sparsely populated. People can always get something to eat by beating roe deer with sticks and gourds to scoop out fish. But these hundreds of thousands of people are like locusts. Even if they beat fat pigs with sticks, they will eat them up.

"This is what they did when they attacked Xi'an. The defenders of Xi'an were not so much defeated as exhausted. No matter who it was, they kept slashing people with their swords. Even if they didn't die from exhaustion, they would go crazy. This

Han people's lives are really worthless." Seeing the miserable situation of the rioters, Dorgon casually kicked an arm away from his feet.

Under the morning light, the arm is very white, and the fingers on it are as thin and straight as green onions. This should be the hand of a woman, and it should be the hand of a beautiful woman. The owner of this hand must be pampered, maybe she is a lady.

No matter who she was, she could only lie with incomplete bones in a messy pile of corpses. The mob lit a fire not far away, and many people gathered around the fire.

The initial fuel was some closed window frames and wooden doors in Redbud, but as more people lit the fire, the fuel turned into corpses that could be seen everywhere. These corpses seemed to be easy to light. Get a few logs to light the bonfire, and put the broken corpses inside.

Throw it away, and soon the oil will be burned out.

Large drops of human fat fueled the fire and brought the smell of barbecue.

Huang Taiji and Dorgon held their noses and retreated in defeat. It is estimated that they will not touch barbecue for a long time.

"Great sweat! Mr. Baylor! The Bauhinia Pass has been captured. Let's go to the capital now." Zhang Xianzhong's face was red and very excited. He just broke open the treasury in the Bauhinia Pass. There was a lot of food in it, and there was even money. Good stuff.

, with this money and food, he can coerce more people to go to the capital to seek development. As for whether to eat food or people when they arrive in the capital, that is not a matter for him to consider.

Anyway, let’s capture the capital first. Huang Taiji promised Zhang Xianzhong that if he captured the capital, he would be crowned the King of Guanzhong. From now on, Guanzhong will be Zhang Xianzhong’s territory. Just think about it, four years ago, he was still a policeman in the Yamen. His life couldn’t go on.

, after getting off work, you have to steal and rob in order to have enough to eat. In troubled times, it is indeed a paradise for ruthless people.

Zhang Xianzhong is glad that he was born in this troubled time, as long as he can ensure his prosperity and wealth. Killing people is not a problem, nor is it a problem how many people die. As long as the person who dies is not himself, everything is not a problem.
Chapter completed!