The lights were brightly lit in the Netherworld Alley, and Qing soldiers coming and going were digging through the land, hoping to find the rumored entrance to the underground palace. However, this ancient Song Dynasty alley, which was so chilling and weird, with paper scraps flying around, still made them feel a little bit uneasy in their hearts.

"General General, the hundred troops ahead have not yet found the underground palace. Monk Yankong sent people to the alley to urge the departure. How should my subordinates respond?"

The Eight Banners Army, which was regarded as the elite throughout Jiangnan, now took off its uniform and was sweating profusely in the alleys but in vain - this ridiculous and weird scene made Annan General Dasu frown.

But I saw him turning the brass wrench finger covered with wear marks, and the otter tail on the top of the helmet shook slightly as he made a sound, and the brim of the hat could no longer cover the gray temples.

"Tell that guy Yankong to get away."

Dasu said slowly, but there was no kindness in his words.

"He has been in Fuzhou City for less than ten years, and his notes are as good as snowflakes. If it weren't for the protection of the Holy Emperor, he would have been dismissed from his post. If you don't want me to play a book, just wait outside!"

In front of Yankong, Da Su had the confidence to say this.

The water war in the south of the Yangtze River was not as good as that in the north. The current imperial court was unrivaled in terms of qualifications, ability, and loyalty. He was ordered to go to the south of the Yangtze River to encircle and suppress Zheng Ni. He was already qualified to command the cities and countryside along the way, and naturally included a humble imperial envoy who worked hard but failed.

What's more, Dasu himself knew the great merits of Monk Yankong's trip. How could he find a Han Chinese whose origins were unclear!

As the confidant in front of him got up and went to reply, another confidant walked from the depths of the alley, with confusion and complaints in his tone, and a sinister look on his rough brows.

"General, are the things here so urgent? Can't we wait for the army and civilians to dig them out?"

"Now that the DPRK and China are not stable, the military strength is limited, and the Minister of Revenue, Che Ke, is still trying his best to raise money and food, and build ships to support it. How can we easily change the road and waste money and food?"

Hearing his subordinates' doubts, Dasu was a little angry, but he still patiently consoled him, "Today is no different than in the past. The court's funds are already in short supply, so it is better to spend small amounts of money to do big things."

What Dasu said is true. The Qing government's battle to retake Jiangnan from Zheng Chenggong seemed to be over, but in fact it was just the beginning of everything. Just the reconstruction of the eroded bank defenses and military outposts along the Yangtze River meant that a lot of money was being spent.

No turning back.

What's even more difficult to recover is the people's hearts that are ready to move.

After regaining Jiangnan, Shunzhi began to liquidate all officials and people who surrendered to Zheng Chenggong during this period. They would kill anyone involved in rebellion. In just one month, tens of thousands of people in the Jiangnan area died in the post-war liquidation.

All adult men were killed, and all wives and minor children were exiled into slavery.

Dasu even heard that someone in the DPRK had written a letter suggesting that the sea ban should be strictly enforced and the immigrants should be relocated until Zheng Chenggong was forced to death, starved to death, and chained to death in the vast ocean.

Da Su vaguely noticed that Shunzhi's heart was hardened and could not tolerate any betrayal, no matter what the reason for others' betrayal.

The previous Shunzhi still had favors with Prince Rui Dorgon, and he accepted all those who were willing to submit to him, but this time he did not even allow an explanation, and was not happy to see submission. He killed many people with Jiangnan as the center.

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In fact, everything had already been revealed. He still remembered that after Dorgon's death, Prince Azige mobilized 300 people and his son to personally transport Dorgon's coffin back to the capital. However, they were suddenly surrounded outside Desheng Gate.

Hundreds of soldiers were killed.

Not to mention, Gang Lin, who later conveyed the news to Emperor Shunzhi, was later beheaded instead of being rewarded. Isn't this the case of murder and silence, and death without any evidence?

Now that Dasu wanted to please Shunzhi, he had to please Shunzhi. When Prince Jingjin Nikan died in Hengzhou, he also led his troops to cruise nearby. Naturally, he knew that Nikan led the army to march at night and day and night.

He exhausted his energy in advance before falling into an ambush and died of exhaustion.

His keen war intuition gave him the ability to learn and reflect. When commanding an army, he should be slow when he is behind, and he should fight steadily along the way and set up camp. If he really wants to be fast, he should rush forward with light cavalry and surprise him.

Dasu sighed slightly in his heart.

He is not young anymore, and if his qualifications become "deeper", it will become a burden, and his abilities will one day no longer be outstanding. The emperor's thoughts are also elusive, and then many things will be difficult to control.

Therefore, today I have no choice but to take five hundred of my followers and ride alone.

One thing he always kept in his heart and dared not say was that the emperor's methods were becoming more and more extreme, and his temper was more and more similar to that of Prince Rui Dorgon...

At this moment, an urgent report woke him up from his wandering thoughts. The voices in the Nether Alley were suddenly extremely noisy, mixed with shouts in Manchu and the sounds of pushing each other. It didn't sound like a battle-hardened elite at all.

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This made Da Su even more angry. He stepped forward from the entrance of Nether Alley wearing armor and holding a knife and cursed angrily: "What kind of chaos is this? I was scared away by people at the West Lake before, but now I have to scare myself?!"

Then there were bursts of footsteps in the alley, but luckily they weren't the ones running away in a panic as he was worried about.

At this time, it was still late at night, but at sunrise, there was no trace. The men who followed him in the north and south, wearing single clothes stained with mud, were withdrawing from Netherworld Lane in an orderly manner in the chaos, shouting in Manchu

The companions guarding the alley had their armor and weapons ready, as if they were encountering an enemy in a field battle.

There was a flood of people, and the soldiers of the Eight Banners tacitly gave way to Da Su. They began to wear armor without any explanation. A separate adjutant came to report the situation.

"General, there is a murderer who suddenly attacks and hurts people in the alley. His behavior is extremely weird, as if... he is haunted!"

"It's haunted...could it be that ghost-faced man who hides his head and shows his tail?"

There was a suspicious look in Da Su's eyes. The reason why he came here was because of the information provided by someone. If this was a trap, then what he faced would not be good. "Those with complete armor will obey the order. Five people

A team will follow me to investigate!"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! This Eight Banners team is highly armored. They wear silk collars, neck protectors and ear protectors with patterns embroidered on them.

, and decorated with copper or iron spikes. The armor consists of both a coat and an apron. There are shoulder pads on the shoulders of the armor, armpit protectors under the shoulder pads, and a shiny metal breastplate on the chest and back.

Their years of fighting prowess ensured that they would remain calm when encountering the enemy. With the cooperation of two pairs, they quickly formed six five-man squads, covering each other in a dismounted fighting formation, following closely around Annan General Da Su, and once again stepped forward.

Enter this eerie alley of the underworld.

There were tall trees on both sides of the narrow lane, the green bricks were dug deep here and there, and the moss and wet soil were thrown everywhere. They didn't stop until they saw the turbid muddy water.

Rows of gates cover the sky in front of you, making people's sight appear and disappear, rising and falling. There are also faint harsh sounds coming from the walls on both sides, accompanied by the sounds of their footsteps and the collision of weapons, mixed with each other.

One after another together.

Dasu frowned and said, "Were you frightened by this sound?"

The confidant quickly explained: "The general has misunderstood. This voice has already been investigated by subordinates who originated from a water wheel in the courtyard - the truly bizarre thing is still ahead."

At the end of the view of Netherworld Alley, there is a dilapidated building that has been in decline for a long time. It has firmly blocked the alley, turning it into a dead end.

"General, look at the top."

The subordinate pointed at the shadows that were flickering on the towering remnant wall, and said uneasily, "Is there something vaguely floating..."

The Eight Banners, who had no weapons just now, were all startled. At this time, the excitement had not yet passed. Annan General Da Su also squinted his eyes and said nothing. It took a long time to say a decisive sentence from between his teeth.

"Pretend to be a ghost! Shoot arrows!"

The soldiers of the Eight Banners seemed to have been kicked, and they drew their bows and arrows with great skill. A hail of arrows rushed away, smashing the rubble and rocks on the ruins, and a cloud of dust rolled down.

But as the dust drifted away, two figures, one black and one white, were still erratic on the ruins, so black and so white that they were dazzling, like ghosts lingering in this dark alley, staring at the deep alley beneath their eyes.

The dying person.

What was even more difficult to ignore was the figure slowly standing up on top of the long-dead building.

Da Sushan's eyesight was very good, and he could clearly see something floating in the wind in the hands of the figure.

On the long silk banner with black characters on a white background, it was clearly written: "Kuimen looks forward to your arrival every day, and the people of Baidi think about it after you have passed away. It is as if you have climbed up to the Yellow Pavilion early, and there is always no thought in the rain."

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Compared with the two figures in black and white, the figure standing on the top of the ruins was too thin. He turned his back to everyone and did not deliberately hide it. He just stood alone with a flag, facing the biting cold wind.

in silence.

The strong wind hit, and the long silk banner with black characters on a white background seemed to be unable to be destroyed. The strands of rags flew away in the wind and turned into pieces of debris. Even the writing on it began to be blurred and hazy in the air, almost

It will disappear.

The theory of ghosts and gods is elusive, but what you see with your own eyes can be truly grasped. As the inexplicable surprise and the panic of the first sight passed, the Eight Banners led by Dasu gradually calmed down and resumed their duties as a warrior who has fought a hundred battles.

mentality.

Surrounded by everyone, Dasu slowly stepped forward and said loudly: "General Annan of the imperial court is here. Who dare you to pretend to be a ghost here? Why don't you get out of the way!!"

"General Annan?"

The figure suddenly turned around, and fragments of the silk on the banner were flying all over the sky, like countless paper money floating in the wind. A black figure and a white figure also floated to the ground, looking at the Qing soldiers with fierce eyes, covered with red bloodshot eyes.

His eyes were lifeless, as if he were looking at a group of dead people.

"So Song Feitian, General Shenwu, is traveling, who dares to stop him?"

Jiang Wen's condescending gaze swept across the audience, looking thoughtfully at the dimly lit Fuzhou City, and sighed slowly.

"Don't want to leave? Then just stay."

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Strange movements occurred one after another in Netherworld Alley, and shouts of killing could be heard incessantly. It was not until a group of Eight Banners elites escorted the noble people past in a hurry that anyone reacted in the chaos.

Monk Yankong stood at the entrance of the Nether Alley with his eyebrows raised, turning a blind eye to the soldiers and horses around him. He cast his cold eyes at the entrance of the alley, substantiating his anger at being intercepted and robbed of merit tonight.

The Eight Banners in front of them still refused to give up. Monk Yankong waved the wide sleeves of his monk's robe to push away the crowd, then smashed his head into pieces and broke into the Nether Alley.

He found that the Eight Banners in full armor were falling along the high wall of Netherworld Alley, with their heads hanging slightly and leaning against the corner.

There were no obvious wounds on these Eight Banners. They seemed to be kneeling by the road without saying a word. There was only a pool of blood that gradually faded and became larger and larger, forming a bright red stream and flowing to the entrance of the alley.

Monk Yankong's pupils suddenly narrowed because he saw a familiar person.

The two people looked at each other from a distance of less than ten feet. Countless people passed by them, trying to avoid them as if they were seeing a savage beast. However, the two people's footsteps did not move at all, and they did not even blink their eyes.

"If you don't practice, Master, Jiang will not be able to welcome you again after a long absence. I hope you can forgive me."

As soon as Jiang Wen finished speaking, Monk Yankong burst into laughter.
To be continued...