"Then you might as well tie me up." Monk Zhang said angrily, "This time the people who came to Beijing were not rescued, but they also trapped the brothers they brought in the capital. Do you think I still have the face to go back to Nanjing to see my general?"

"It's better not to go back to Nanjing." Jing Maocheng said happily, "Brother, I heard from my brother that the Ming Dynasty has perished, and the world is already the world of the Dashun Dynasty. You will not have any good results with Wang Pu. Why not turn to our rebel army? Brother, I can help you recommend it to General Li Yan!"

Monk Zhang frowned and said, "Brother Maocheng, you are going to be injustice for me!"

Jing Maocheng retorted: "Good birds choose trees to live in, and good ministers choose masters to work. This is the great thing!"

"No need to say more." Zhang Monk said, "Brother Maocheng, let your people tie your younger brother together."

Jing Maocheng blinked, suddenly came up with an idea and said in a narrow voice: "Brother Monk, then don't think about your brothers and Sun Chuanting's family? As long as you agree to join the Yijun, I can let them go, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless."

"You..." Monk Zhang said angrily, "You are threatening!"

"Even so." Jing Maocheng laughed, "Brother Monk, I really think it's a pity for you to follow Wang Pu in your martial arts and talents. If you turn to the rebel army, you will definitely have a great achievement. Maybe when you sweep across Jiangnan or go out to conquer Jiannu in the future, you will be the vanguard general under General Li Yan's tent."

Monk Zhang was silent.

Jing Maocheng glared and shouted: "Come here, take Sun Chuanting's family down... and cut it down!"

More than a dozen bandit soldiers with a tiger-backed and bear-backed waists snatched up and acted to drag away the four princess Changping siblings. Monk Zhang quickly grabbed the first two steps and blocked the four people and said loudly: "Slow!"

"What?" Jing Maocheng smiled and said, "Brother, have you figured it out?"

"Okay." Monk Zhang gritted his teeth and shouted, "Let them all go, I'll stay!"

Li Zicheng surrounded by dozens of confidant generals and came to Desheng Gate.

Immediately looking up at the majestic city tower, Li Zicheng felt a lot of emotion, thinking of him as a small postman who fought bloodily all the way, how many times he had wrapped his body in his body, how many times he had survived. Now thirteen years have passed, he has finally stepped on Beijing and the Ming Dynasty!

The only ones who were quiet inside the Desheng Gate were Zhou Yanru, the second assistant Chen Yan, Wei Zhaocheng, Cheng Guogong Zhu Chunchen, and the Minister of War Zhang Jinyan and other senior Ming officials who surrendered to the thief kneeled on both sides of the official road, and shamelessly shouted "Long live the Emperor Dashun Yongchang."

Li Zicheng didn't even look at them at first sight. He looked down on these literati with no integrity from the bottom of his heart.

If Emperor Chongzhen knew about it, and saw so many high-ranking officials in the court lying on the ground with their butts sticking out, and flattering the thieves, he would definitely be so angry that he would survive and die again. Just as Emperor Chongzhen said before his death, "I treat the scholars well, and at this point today, why are there no ministers following each other?"
Chapter completed!