Chapter 147: The real gold of Prince Yuan

Xu Guanghan came to Luoyang for revenge on Li Jun's order. According to his idea, as long as the Mongolians care whether he is a man or a woman, or a young man, he will give him a knife. If he acts well and kills a few Mongolian officials, it will be an unexpected gain. Tierlie has done a lot of tricks to harm the people. Xu Guanghan must point the attack at him before coming to his home and preparing to wash his home bloodily, so that he will be punished with evil and deserved the crime.

What Xu Guanghan never expected was that he was so lucky that he could not be better. He actually met the prince of Mongolia. He caught a big fish and a great thing that he had rarely encountered in a century. Xu Guanghan suddenly found it difficult to accept the fact that he was extremely lucky. He was extremely surprised and almost fainted. Important targets like Zhen Jin must not be killed. How great would it be to capture him alive? Xu Guanghan, the smart commander of the special forces, would not know that he would be able to sway the sword when he was shaking his right hand. At this moment, a blazing sword light slashed at him. This knife was not slashed by someone else, but was slashed by Zhen Jin himself.

According to records of the Yuan Dynasty, Zhen Jin was "out of elegance, out of nature, and returned to China and abroad". He was smart, wise, bold and powerful, capable of literature and martial arts, and was particularly studious, especially liked Chinese studies. According to records, he asked his son to study, and his son read Mongolian documents, and he was very unhappy and asked his son to study Han books and receive the baptism of Han culture.

He had very outstanding military and political talents, was good to the Han people, and most of the people around him were Han people. I kept thinking that if he really ascended the throne, he might be much better to the Han people, and maybe there would be no such chaos as the "four-class nations". Unfortunately, he was frightened to death in the abdication storm, and died at the age of 43 and eventually failed to become emperor.

Real gold is extremely courageous, but he did not scare Xu Guanghan's deathly sword. Instead, he pushed Dou Mo aside with his left hand, pulled out his sword with his right hand and waved it to Xu Guanghan's sword. The two swords intersected and made a tingling sound, which was crisp and pleasant. Xu Guanghan's wrist was slightly numb. This was something he had never encountered before. He couldn't help but praise: "Good sword technique! Good strength!"

Zhen Jin's arms were also sore, and he praised: "General Xu is so strong! Zhen Jin has seen it. General Xu is careful." The sword was tilted and he slashed towards Xu Guanghan. The sword was as powerful as lightning and came in an instant.

"Good come." I don't know how many people Xu Guanghan killed, and there were many good Mongolian players, but there were no masters like Zhenjin. At first sight, Zhenjin couldn't help but become proud, like a cockfighting that was very good, and said, "You must be careful too." The sword trembled, and the sword flowers appeared, covering the real gold.

The two swords intersected again, and another crisp metal clash was made, which popped up suddenly. Zhen Jin and Xu Guanghan shouted in unison: "Okay! Good knife technique!"

Xu Guanghan is a person who is strong when facing a strong man. He did not gain the upper hand when fighting each other twice. He was so excited that he was as excited as a lion who was eager to pounce on food. Real gold has always been low-key and does not show any mountains or water. Once it reaches a critical moment, he will show his true ability. He fought with Xu Guanghan but did not gain the upper hand. He was ambitious and let out a long roar towards the sky. His gentle attitude just now swept away. He just now, his elegant Wensheng attitude, who had a good conversation with Dou Mo, disappeared suddenly. He appeared as a tiger, with his eyes shining brightly, and he looked at Xu Guanghan tightly.

"Here you come!" Xu Guanghan and Zhen Jin shouted at the same time, and the knife in their hands was handed out at the same time, slashing at each other, fighting together.

Xu Guanghan and Zhen Jin were hard to part with each other. Tierlie originally wanted to step forward to protect his troops, but he didn't expect Zhen Jin to be much better than he thought and would not lose to others for a while. He is an excellent soldier who has been tested for a long time and has a strong ability to adapt. He knew that it was a good opportunity to mobilize people to win Xu Guanghan and the others in one fell swoop. If Xu Guanghan, a special force that made the Mongolians scared, would be a superb skill. Kublai Khan must have rewarded him a lot, and he would have many benefits. He shouted: "Come on, take it for me."

This is in his home. According to his thoughts, as long as he gives orders, the troops will surely be out, and Xu Guanghan and the others will definitely be captured in an instant. However, the fact is exactly the opposite of what he imagined. It is not Xu Guanghan and the others who captured it, but him.

His deep voice was very powerful. If a few people didn't come out, it would be too sorry for him. As soon as his voice fell, many people rushed out. Looking at the people who rushed out, Taierlie felt that the sky was dizzy, as if the sky was falling, because it was not his subordinates, but the Southern Song special forces. They were either holding bloody heads or escorting people. After a moment of attention, they knew that these people fell into the hands of the special forces or killed their own people for the special forces.

Needless to say, his soldiers, his escorts, and the guards brought by the real gold were all destroyed by the Special Forces Department. The special forces were famous for their reputation, and they unconsciously cleaned up the troops in their mansion. This kind of thing was impossible for him to think about, but the special forces did it. He, a person who has been through the battle formation, wouldn't he not know what this means? This shows that the special forces are a truly scary and terrifying strike force.

The special forces are extremely well-equipped, well-trained, and have been through the battle formation for a long time. They have learned a lot of experience in using the special forces department in modern warfare from Li Jun. They are particularly good at secret activities. It is naturally not difficult to sneak into the Taierlie Mansion to clean up his men. They did not encounter any accidents during the assassination, nor did they encounter any resistance, but these resistances were quickly dealt with by them.

A big special forces soldier flew up and kicked Ning Shengfa's lower body. With a whirlwind sound, Ning Shengfa's round body rolled straight towards Taierlie like a ball. Ning Shengfa, who was rolling to Taierlie, swallowing blood, asking for help, "Master, save me." His eyes rolled and he died in anger.

The special forces have always been known for their quick attacks. This time, they fully utilized their specialties to the limit, showed their combat results to Tierlie, threw the heads in their hands at him, and the people they caught were cut off their heads and threw them over. For a moment, a rain of heads fell in front of Tierlie, making a banging sound, which was so thrilling.

Tierlie saw the heads on the ground clearly, and his heart was full of courage. Among these people, there were many of his relatives, his concubines, his sons, his daughters, and even his youngest son who was over two years old. Their heads rolled around at his feet, and his eyes were unwilling to close, as if asking him why? He had never encountered such a terrible scene before, and his courage would scare the feelings in front of him, and he squatted on the ground with his head in his hands and shouted: "Why are you? Why did you kill my youngest son? He is still a child, less than three years old, less than three years old." At this moment, he finally realized the grief of a father losing his son.

Tierlie's question was approved by Zhen Jin. While fighting with Xu Guanghan, he asked: "Why did the benevolent and righteous country in the Southern Dynasty kill innocent people so indiscriminately? He didn't let go of the three-year-old child." His skills were really high, and he fought with Xu Guanghan extremely fiercely, but his words were very ordinary, just like not fighting.

Xu Guanghan glanced at the corner of his mouth and said coldly: "Blood debts are blood! The Tartars are humans, but the Chinese people are not humans? When the Tartars do evil, did they think that they are also humans? How many women and babies are there among the people killed by the Tartars? Have you seen the scene of Chinese babies being picked up by the Tartars on the tip of the gun? Did you think about the feelings of their parents and relatives when they harmed the Chinese people?"

These are all living facts. Xu Guanghan still remembered the scene that happened at Hangu Pass not long ago. He said this with great confidence. Zhen Jin had nothing to answer at once, and then said, "This is not the original intention of the father."

What he said is also true. Kublai Khan has been influenced by Han culture for a long time and is determined to create great causes. He is committed to pacifying the hearts of the people and implements the policy of "ruling the Han area with the Han law". In treating the Chinese people, he is much better than his previous generations of Mongolian Khans.

His words immediately made Xu Guanghan feel bloody and shouted: "The Tartars are insatiable, invading my territory, ravaging my people, looting my property, destroying my fields, and destroying my farmland. Their blood is not cold yet, their corpses have not been buried, and they are still damaging the damn ghost weather in the ice and snow! These are all evidence that the Tartars are cruel and do not treat the Chinese people as human beings! Have you ever seen the tragic scene of the Tartars massacre of the city?"

After the Hangu Pass tragedy, Liu Hezi mobilized the people and soldiers to bury it, but too many people died, so how could it be buried in a short period of time? There are still many unburied bodies exposed to the cold wind. Xu Guanghan thought of the tragedy in Hangu Pass, and he was very bloody and scolded the weather.

Zhen Jin had already known the tragedy of Hangu Pass, and was silent for a while, sighing: "Wuhalie is still alive. Even if you don't peel him off, I will peel him off." The Mongolians and Han people have always had different opinions, and this is rare to agree.

Several special forces looked at Tierlie hatefully, as if a wild dog was hungry to find a meat bun, and his eyes were filled with greed. He walked to Tierlie, aimed several firecrackers at his head and shouted: "Tartars, did you think of their parents, wife and children when you killed my people? Have you ever thought of them as sad as you?"

At this time, Tierlie hugged his young son's little head and cried. How could he answer? Several special forces seemed to have a tacit understanding. After a few gunshots, Tierlie's head exploded like a rotten watermelon, and his snow-white brain and blood splattered far away.

Xu Guanghan and Zhen Jin are fighting each other. When they meet a good talent, it is difficult to decide the winner for a while. Now Xu Guanghan is so angry that he is so angry that he will not be able to kill time with him. He drew out the musket and pointed it at Zhen Jin, shouting: "Don't move, I will kill you if you move."

"Is this a musket?" Zhen Jin was not afraid at all. He looked at Jin Qiang and asked, and the knife in his hand was cut out. I don't know how many Mongolians died under the musket. The Mongols were so stunning that Zhen Jin had wanted to see it for a long time, but there was no chance. Now he finally had the opportunity to face it, but he was not afraid at all. He was really brave.

Xu Guanghan tilted his muzzle and shot Zhen Jin's thigh. Zhen Jin screamed and fell to the ground. The knife in his hand fell to the ground and made a crisp sound of hitting the ground. He covered his thighs with both hands and his face turned pale.

Dou Mo screamed in surprise and said, "Prince!" He flew forward and was about to protect the master. A special forces soldier stretched out his hand and grabbed him like a chicken, lifting him up high. Dou Mo's feet kept moving in the air, as if the chicken that fell into the eagle's claws was struggling helplessly.

Xu Guanghan stepped on Zhen Jin's chest and said with red eyes: "I tell you, the blood in Luoyang City has just begun to flow! I will let you see with your own eyes how we are fighting tooth!" This was very angry. Needless to say, this was from the command of the special forces, it must be blood flowing.

Zhen Jin knew that the consequences were very serious, so he held back the pain and said loudly: "General Xu, you are unkind and unrighteous in doing this. You will be scolded by future generations. Please think twice."

Xu Guanghan put his face in front of his face and said word by word: "We are for you and forced out by the Tartars, we have to do it!" With a wave of his hand, a special forces soldier tied up the real gold and escorted it away.

After the special forces left, the garden that was originally arranged like a paradise turned into a Shura slaughterhouse, with blood everywhere and corpses everywhere, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.

At dawn, snowflakes were flying, and in the cold weather, Mr. Zhang was still dreaming that a sudden knock on the door was awakened. Mr. Zhang had seen many Mongolians rampant faces over the years. He realized that something was wrong, so he jumped up from the bed, grabbed his clothes and put them on his body in a few seconds, and said to his awakened son: "Hurry up, you go hide, don't come out. Especially Huaer, you can't see it." Huaer is his granddaughter and looks a bit beautiful. If he sees it by the Mongolians who are used to rampant, no one can tell how serious the consequences will be.

"Yes." Mr. Zhang's son nodded and went to invite his wife and children to hide.

After they hid, Dad Zhang went to open the door tremblingly and asked carefully: "Who?" He pretended to be asleep.

"Old man, please open the door." A loud voice came from outside the door, very polite.

Mongolians are used to being rampant and will never be so polite. Mr. Zhang's heart was suddenly relieved and he happily opened the door. As soon as the door opened, he saw clearly the situation outside. Mr. Zhang was so depressed that he almost fainted on the ground. Two big Mongolian soldiers stood at the door and bowed to him, "It's really a pity to disturb the old man in the winter. We have something important to do, and I want to ask the old man for help."

The Mongolians were rampant. When they saw the common people, they either scolded or beat and scolded him. Mr. Zhang had seen many things. He was the first to say polite things like today. He felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground. He said in surprise: "Sir, the common people dare not behave." He thought that this was not respectful enough, so he was about to kneel down and kowtow. Two Mongolian soldiers hurriedly supported him and said in kind: "Old man, please don't panic. If you work for the court, the court will give you wages, five cents a day."

If in the past, the Mongolians came to arrest people directly, beat and scold them, and gave them wages, so they would not think about it. Even if they were dreaming, they would not have thought about it. Dad Zhang would not believe it. He hurriedly said: "If you have something to do, even if you say that the young man can do it for the adults."

"The old man is worried too much." A Mongolian soldier took out the broken silver and stuffed it into the hands of Mr. Zhang, and said, "Old man, please collect it, this is the wage."

This kind of good thing, Mr. Zhang felt like the feeling of a pie falling from the sky or hitting it into his mouth. He couldn't accept it for a while and was really stupid, until a Mongolian soldier said, "Old man, do you have anyone in your family? If there is one, call your family as well, and the wages are the same as you."

When he mentioned his family, Mr. Zhang remembered that today's Mongolian soldiers were very different from the past. If he had already rushed into the house and smashed, beat and robbed, he would not have stood at the door and talked to him. Even so, he did not dare to believe the words of the Mongolian soldiers and said, "Sir, there is no one else in the family, only the little old man. If you have something to do, please tell me, the little old man will do it for the adults."

The two Mongolian soldiers seemed very regretful, and one said, "Don't say that. If you say that, our butts can be hurt, and you will be beaten with a slap. Old man, please come with us." He walked in his head with great strides, not worried about whether Mr. Zhang would come. If it were in the past, they would definitely be walking behind and robbing Mr. Zhang in his head like a prisoner.

Mr. Zhang followed two Mongolian soldiers and met many acquaintances before he walked far. They followed the Mongolian soldiers with a confused look like him. There were more and more people, and they all looked confused. It was obvious that they couldn't understand why the Mongolians were so polite to them overnight.

The cold wind blew, and a strong smell of blood rushed into his nose. Old Mr. Zhang felt disgusted and started to retching. A Mongolian soldier turned around and gently beat his back, saying, "The old man has never killed anyone and can't stand the blood. It will be fine in a while."

Oh my God, the Mongolians are so arrogant that they actually massaged Dad Zhang’s back. Dad Zhang didn’t dare to bear it. He almost fainted on the ground and kept saying: “Sir, the young ones don’t dare to bear it, they don’t dare to bear it.”

"Don't take small things, small things to heart, old people." said the Mongolian military soldier Qian.

They went to the Mongolian settlement area, which was strictly guarded and could not get close to it at all. Old Mr. Zhang couldn't help but stop. The Mongolian soldiers understood his thoughts and said, "Don't worry too much, go in, there will be no problem."

Others reacted like Mr. Zhang. When they told the Mongolian soldiers, they had to go in. Looking around, Mr. Zhang fell to the ground. This once prosperous Mongolian aristocratic settlement area no longer has the same weather as the Shura slaughterhouse. There are corpses everywhere, broken limbs and broken arms everywhere, blood is everywhere, and the corpses are everywhere, and the bodies are everywhere. Needless to say, this must be the masterpiece of the devil.

Mr. Zhang, who fell to the ground, saw a line of words written in blood on the wall not far away. Mr. Zhang read some books when he was young and recognized these words, saying, "The real gold of the fake prince has been in the hands of the court. If he doesn't treat my people well, he will be punished!"
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